Death is an existence that can make life pale. We live, no matter how happy or sad, no matter how proud or lost, it is because we are still alive. To die is to strangle all traces of our existence, including the most fundamental thoughts of a person, and all emotions are formatted into a blank space, depriving all perception.

A person can not enjoy the beauty of this world, but isolate you from the world, what loneliness, this is not the psychological loneliness of being alone, but the opposition to the existence of all things, even a gravel on the ground has its existence, and intelligent creatures have no thinking, their existence is completely denied.

The instinct that comes from life will carry out the most fierce resistance, whether it is a person, an animal, or any other creature, the pursuit of survival is only the most primitive instinct, and it is also the price of our life.

The same is true of Charon, although he has experienced a death and has performed much better than in his previous life, but in an instant, the estrangement from this world has overwhelmingly crushed him, making him so uncomfortable that he wants to suffocate.

Even every trace of air is oppressing him, expelling his existence, he is not completely dead now, if his physique is a little worse than the will to survive, maybe it is endless darkness, the pain can no longer be felt in the blink of an eye, and life completely disappears in this world.

But from instinct, he didn't want to die, whether it was psychological, or physical, the flesh and blood of the heart were squirming, but being able to pierce the heart without dying immediately was already the limit of what he could do.

"Brother" murmured softly, painful and dazed.

Charon regained some consciousness a little, and looked at Illya in his arms with difficulty, Illya's will to survive was far less weak than her appearance, and Illya did not have such a strong physique as his.

Illya's delicate face was not bloody, her red mouth was slightly open, and her eyes were covered with a layer of mist. No matter how cold and hard a person is, he can't help but regret when he sees this scene.

In Charon's view, it is already commendable that the eldest lady, who has never even experienced injury, did not faint and die of pain all at once.

It took Charon all his strength to raise his hands and hold her tightly, the greatest comfort he could give.

Just now, the long sword flew in, and when it pierced the two of them, he just activated the enchantment switch on the door, and the black enchantment completely isolated the basement from the outside world.

Betty outside couldn't see the situation inside, but Charon could see her uncertain eyes outside the barrier, Betty didn't see him hit just now, and she was probably still nervous.

"Brother" Illya muttered subconsciously, without the cold and distant tone of her usual days, like a dream.

Charon knew that Illya had reached her limit, and that he himself was about the same, that his heart was destroyed, and that the power to pump blood would be weakened, and that there was no way to do it now. Even though he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he knew that his heart was like a sieve, and blood was flowing out of the wound.

Charon's head was in a trance, his blood did not flow, and naturally he had no function to transport oxygen, and the phenomenon of hypoxia began, proving that he was not far from death.

Originally, I thought that I could get strength in this world, but I didn't expect to lose, but this half a year is not in vain, from the beginning of the squire to the high level, this is the growth of strength, and more importantly, in this process, the suffering and frustration he has experienced, the will tempered.

At least he could face death now, but unfortunately he could only go so far, Charon's mind was chaotic, and he gradually fell into a coma

In the dark blue world, the balls of light that exuded a faint white glow were suspended like stars, and slowly, every moment, the balls of light began to crack, and dense bloodshots appeared.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Charon was like a bystander, with no right to speak, not even the right to think, just silently watching.

Some of the balls of light shattered and decomposed, turning into black dust that exploded without leaving a trace. However, there were also some that rigidly suppressed the red rays that spilled from the inside, and the volume of the ball of light expanded by a circle, divided into countless parts, each part of which was connected to the others by a white filament.

They are reorganizing, changing their structure, combining into new, better structures that protect their own safety.

The ball of light that had successfully transformed looked brighter, and a trace of white mist floated out of the hole in its body.

Each ball of light only had a little bit of mist, but in the entire blue space, countless balls of light had stubbornly transformed successfully because of the coercion of danger.

Little by little, the mist gathered, slowly turning into streams, then into rivers, and finally into oceans, and they wanted to save themselves.

The "Saint Theseus" that had been silent in Charon's mind began to vibrate, rippling out circles of translucent ripples, and a breath of qi quietly woke up, which was still very weak at first, and after a few breaths, it immediately became vigorous.

There seems to be a presence within "Saint-Theseus", which is taking advantage of this opportunity to awaken, and if Charon's consciousness is still there, he will definitely try to suppress it by all means, which is likely to be a source of danger.

Just like the original owner of this body was not him, but in the end it was occupied by him, and he didn't want the body that already belonged to him to be taken away by another person. But now Charon has lost the main consciousness, and only the subtle parts of the body are still trying to save themselves, and there is no energy to care about these things.

The hilt and body of the sword began to turn pale red, and then the red gradually became richer, and the blood-red substance came out of the inside of the sword, as if this was the existence hidden in the sword, just like blood.

In the end, the viscous blood completely enveloped "Saint Theseus", which looked extremely weird. At this time, Charon's spiritual world has been reflected in absolute red, and every inch of space is filled with a thick ominousness.

Sticky blood swirled around the sword's body, splitting out strands of blood and piercing into the surrounding space, escaping into the unknown void. After a few moments, it found it, turning into a mass of red ribbons, coiled like snakes, and a twisted passage appeared in front of it, and the ribbons slipped into it in one go.

On the other side, the fog gathered up like a surging sea of clouds, rolling up a towering wave into the sky, rushing towards the unknown darkness.

Charon's internal injuries due to overtraining were washed away by a nameless air current, and the damaged tissue parts were reassembled at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the structural sequence became more complex than before.

This is the case in the body, not to mention the external injuries, the wounds outside the body are healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, even if it is a fatal wound to the heart, except for the place where the knight's sword is interspersed, it cannot be repaired, and the surrounding atrium is also repaired intact, and the function that was previously stopped starts again.

"Puff!" "Puff!!" "Puff!!"

The sound of his heart beating in the darkness became more and more powerful, Charon's drooping eyelids gradually raised, and the sound of his heart pulsating became louder and louder in his ears, he coughed a few times, and spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm on the wall next to him, "What is the power of the body that is constantly surging up yet, is the gas shuttling through the flesh and blood meridians in my body the fighting qi?"

The mind has not completely recovered from the rigidity, but Charon instinctively erupts with a strong survival **, driving the fighting qi in his body to rush to the wound in the heart.

Since things have taken a turn for the better, he should seize the opportunity, who is willing to die for no reason if he can die.