Marseille glanced around warily, always feeling that he was about to be overtaken. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He was a little suspicious, he knew that.

But there's no way to avoid it.

Whoever loses the greatest power and strength in his life in one day, and is still being chased and killed by others, it is impossible to maintain a normal heart anymore, and he is not worried about when he will die.

He was worried, even though he had run fast enough.

He also has a military force that is not too weak around him, and it stands to reason that he shouldn't be so worried.

But when he thought of those treacherous and cunning, almost elusive demon seeds, he was a little desperate and suffocated.

"Roddy, I say, do you feel like we're being followed?" Marseille couldn't bear the pain anymore and confided in his companions.

"Oh, my dear Marseille, you feel right, and I think so too. The man known as Roddy was also looking back and forth, uneasy.

Roddy is also one of the many southeast city lords, he, like Marseille, was not a big man in the southeast before, but only a lower-class figure, they are located on the edge of real power.

This time they were able to get away with it to the end and had the opportunity to accomplish a huge undertaking, and they felt nervous and excited at the same time.

This may have been a turning point in their lives.

But, more than that, anxiety and fear.

"Relax, boys, those demon species can't catch up with us, they have to be busy cleaning up the battlefield and stabilizing the morale of the army, it's impossible to catch up so quickly. Hudson, who was relatively more experienced, looked at his two companions as if they were on the verge of collapse, and hurriedly reassured, "We will soon leave the southeast boundary, and in a little while, we will be able to enter the east coast, and then, those demon seeds should pay the due price for what they did today." ”

This kind of comfort made Roddy and Marseille barely calm down, no longer as panicked as before, at least, their eyes could look ahead.

"That's right, that's it, boys, cheer up, today's defeat is only temporary, and we will win in the end......"

Hudson's last word didn't come out because he heard the thunderous sound of horses' hooves.

He was like a dead dog with his neck choked, and his whole body slowly and desperately turned his stiff neck and looked south.

Here it comes.

"Here we are......" Marseille whispered as if reciting a spell.

"Run, !!!" Roddy was more direct, frantically urging the horses under his crotch to gallop forward.

He was completely careless, no subordinates, a huge career, or anything else could not be compared to his life at all.

Live, live, live.

That's the most important thing.

The battle ended after a quarter of an hour.

Artoria returned from afar with Roddy's head and joined the others.

The humans were fast enough, but they still couldn't escape Artoria's pursuit.

Annihilation.

But......

"No Quint found. The subordinate reported to her.

"Yes. Artoria nodded, not surprised, for this was something she had known before.

Quint had broken up with the group an hour earlier.

He headed west with eighteen horsemen, and along the way, he broke up the ranks one after another.

Eventually, the eighteen men split into eighteen directions and fled in all directions.

"He can't escape. Artoria said firmly, "Tonight in the southeast, there will be peace." ”

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Night.

The darkness of the night is incomparably deep.

Especially, the dark night before dawn.

For Quint, this is like an image, symbolizing that his life is also in such a state.

Queent firmly believes that the dawn can come, and his life is not lacking in the experience of walking in the night, but he can always come out of the night.

That's the determination and self-confidence of him, Quint, a powerhouse who has stood tall on the East Coast for many years.

Subconsciously glancing back, Quint laughed at himself for the timidity that his action represented.

If he is really caught up, then, helplessly, this is his life.

But there's no way you'll be able to catch up.

Those people, those demon seeds, are still having a headache for the other seventeen, no, maybe they just eliminated the pawns he used as bait.

Man is always a greedy animal.

As long as you can give them what they want, they want to try even if they know they are going to die.

What if it succeeds?

So when he said to the three men, "Listen, I have a plan, I will be bait to the west, and you will take my men to the north, and their target will only be me, and they will always chase me west, and you will take this opportunity to go all the way to Amst, and take it down, and then expect me to come back alive, and when the time comes, I wish you could leave me a place." ”

It sounded incredibly fake, but they just couldn't help but believe it.

Or don't believe it.

But it doesn't matter.

In short, they did what he said.

Now, it was he Quint who was still alive, galloping across the southeastern plains.

All the way to the west.

That's right.

All the way to the west.

He didn't choose to go north, to Amst, or to the occupied territories of the Central Empire, and tell them that the city of Amstor was empty.

None of that makes sense.

When Quint found out he was being targeted, he gave up on the idea.

All he wants now is to live, and to live is to have hope.

Although, all the way to the west, what to do after that, even if it is as shrewd as Quint, there is no clue for the time being.

But he firmly believes that as long as he is alive, there will be hope.

So he divided seventeen men, and the seventeen men, each of whom went in a different direction, were all heading in the north.

Only he is to the west, a direction that will definitely not make people have the patience to chase.

He was convinced that he could survive.

This kind of self-confidence is strong for him.

Until, suddenly, he was in front of him, as if he saw a fleeting shadow.

No way.

He screamed in his heart, no way!

No!

He did not believe at all, his calculations, everything, failed.

Why?

He wanted to ask why, but he wanted to chase him a person to the west?

He was desperately pushing the mount under his crotch.

He is unwilling, he is unwilling, he is unwilling!

"You !!" he roared suddenly, like a night owl hissing, "I know you're here, help me! I can give you anything! I know! I know you're watching me!"

No one knows who he's talking to.

But those who are in the darkness know.

"It looks like he's still a smart guy. "Someone said.

"Do you want to save him? After all, he's a very useful bargaining chip. Another said.

"I think ......"

"Tear--" The man's words were not finished, and a quick and indistinct silver light flashed.

Quinn's head rose to the sky.

This hero, who has been running all his life, ended his complicated life in a crazy run.

A man covered in silver light stepped out of the darkness, lifted Quint's head, and glanced at the men in the darkness.

Those in the darkness were watching him, too.

The night is lonely.

It's dark night in the southeast.

This is, the elegy of the Southeast.

The elegy is neither majestic nor majestic, even almost silent.

Because often the real elegy has come to an end before the elegy sounds.

Southeast, the end.

On an unclear morning.

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