"When I go into despair, I can bring hope to others.

When I step into heaven, then the other person will perish.

When someone prays for salvation, then there must be someone who fights for salvation.

This is our world, where we exchange equivalently, buy and sell fairly. “

The alchemist chanted in a low voice, clapping his left hand on his shoulder, holding it flat in front of him.

The rune-flickering array compressed the air into a shield, and the splash drill slipped silently on it, splashing and bouncing off.

"Damn. Seeing this scene, Su Zuo hugged the baby girl in his arms and ran deeper into the corridor without hesitation, "It's like knocking out medicine...... I don't even need a channeling spell, and in the case of breaking away from the magic guide, such a strong spell can actually come at hand...... Is this the true strength of the Mage on the Truth Side......"

Su Zuo regretted that he didn't play any more when he was learning magic a few days ago, and he had almost no clue about the current situation of the alchemist.

At this time, from behind Su Zuo, the chanting sounded again-

"The moment has come for the sake of happiness with our loved ones.

We'll hold up our swords and scepters—"

"Bastard! again!" Su Zuo couldn't help but curse when he heard the chant behind him.

Su Zuo hurriedly performed a "wind walking technique" and rolled towards the room on the side of the corridor.

"We sang and prayed for victory,

We pray for the good and give ourselves to it.

No thanks, no compromises.

From now on, aim for victory and never retreat!"

"Boom!"

Floors cracked, wall panels crumbled, and sharp rock pillars turned into stakes, overwhelming the sky and everywhere, piercing the narrow corridors into a pinprick hell in an instant.

The alchemist chanted and sang, blood dripping from the hem of his blood-soaked robe, his pace slow but unwavering, and his left hand pressed against the wall of the corridor, and the steel spear surrounded by runes had already been pulled away from the wall, and with a wave of his hand, the rock pillars in front of him were all shattered.

He chanted over and over again.

"We sang and prayed for victory—"

Faced with the crossbow spear that suddenly shot from the dust of rubble, the alchemist swung his spear sharply: "We pray for the good, and we sacrifice ourselves for it—"

The rune-glittering blade slammed into the tip of the arrow, and in the next moment, the bolt had exploded into iron dust and sawdust.

"No thanks, no compromises—"

The alchemist's figure exploded, instantly pierced through the smoke and dust, and appeared behind Su Zuo: "From this moment on, aim for victory and never retreat!"

The crossbow shot out of the crossbow of the control bed, and Su Zuo was just about to turn around and leave, when the alchemist had already appeared behind him.

Su Zuo also instantly sensed that something was wrong from the amazing whistling sound behind him.

"!" Before he could curse, Suzo suddenly lunged to the left. In the next moment, the wooden plank where he had been standing had been completely shattered, and the rubble and wood chips fell to the ground on the first floor one after another.

"Surrender again?" In an instant, several thoughts crossed Su Zuo's mind, but at the end, he gritted his teeth and wanted to stand up, "The little county lord is in my arms...... Damn!"

At this moment, Su Zuo suddenly received a heavy kick on the back.

"Poof!" A large amount of blood gushed out of the cracked internal organs, spurting out of Suzo's throat.

Su Zuo held the baby girl in his arms deadly, flew out of a distance of more than ten meters, and fell heavily to the ground.

Under the severe pain, Su Zuo's consciousness began to blur a little, and there was only one thought left.

"Escape...... ...... will be killed."

"Poof!" the spit blood piled up in front of him, and Suzo held the crying baby girl in his left hand, and propped his right hand on the ground to stand up.

But his right hand grabbed the blood-stained floor, but it inexplicably began to slip, and Su Zuozhi couldn't stop it, and fell heavily on the floor again.

His face was covered with blood that he had vomited, and his body seemed to be about to crack, exhausted, painful, exhausted, overdrawn by his magic, strained muscles, contusions of soft tissues and bones, and tears in his internal organs.

Su Zuo pressed his forehead against the ground, closed his eyes and gasped, he felt immense pain every time he moved.

"It's really hard to live......" Shaking his head, Su Zuo smiled bitterly, sobering himself up a little.

His right hand gripped at the edge of the wooden floor in the hallway, propping himself up, his nails creaking and cracking and peeling.

I never realized that it was so difficult to stand up. Su Zuo's movements were stiff and slow, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the blood-soaked black leather boots walked slowly, but they also came to him.

The spear spiraling with the rune array was pointed in front of him, and with Su Zuo's slowly raised head, it was firmly pointed at Su Zuo's throat.

The alchemist's gaze was cold: "Ask you again, where is Shirlier, hand over the little county lord to me, and spare your life." ”

The teeth were creaking, the throat ached, and only the resolute thought was conveyed in a hoarse voice.

"Don't think about it......"

The smooth trajectory of the tip of the gun suddenly froze: "Why...... Don't you know that you can't do anything like that you are now?"

"I'm sorry, it's just the promise and boring dignity of being a man, so neither the lord nor the lady will ...... Ahem, ahem!"

Suzo coughed violently, spitting out the unknown piece of flesh stuck in his throat, and he couldn't explain anything more, gasping and closing his eyes.

[I'm sorry, I'm going to drag you to death......]

【...... It hurts...... I'm so scared...... But -- it's okay......]

"I don't understand......," the alchemist shook his head, looking genuinely confused, "I thought you were a sane person who could see reality clearly, and had talents that I didn't have—but why did you know it...... But you still have to choose to continue this futile persistence?!"

"Talent...... Su Zuo smiled bitterly and reopened his eyes, his black pupils were clear and natural, "Really...... Kill if you want to...... There are so many words to kill someone...... Wen Qing is really terrible......"

“......”

"Is there a reason to continue...... Suzo looked up at the gray-haired man, blood dripping from his chin, "this kind of thing...... How many or as many as you want!!"

"I ask you...... Alchemist. ”

"Can you remember the faces of everyone you've killed?"

Suzo gasped, glared, gritted his teeth, and spoke.

"If you can't remember, remember my face and my words—"

"Everyone you kill, whether you remember it or not, whether it is a man, a woman, an old man, or a child. They are just living happily in their own lives. ”

"Maybe poverty, maybe pain, but there is still a little happiness, and there is still hope for the future and hope - that's because they are still alive!"

Suzo lowered his head and screamed, he wouldn't even be able to breathe if he didn't do that.

"If you are alive, you may still have a surname! If you are alive, you will still have meaning! If you are alive, you will still be a person!

"And now they are dead! motionless! sacrificed for the ridiculous or ridiculous reasons or dreams of a man or a group of people! killed by you! turned into corpses!"

"And now, in my arms—"

"Just a kid. Su Zuo gently stroked the baby girl in her arms, "But she and her mother are the hope of everyone in Wenning District." ”

"If they die, Wenning District will be finished. ”

"Alchemist, for me, it's not a question of whether you want to continue or not, it's a question of 'must continue'!"

"Talent or something...... Alchemist, you overestimate me. Su Zuo's gaze calmly looked at the gray-haired man, "I'm different from you, I don't think I'm the chosen one, my existence and my birth are to realize a glorious and great ideal - I'm powerless, I can't even protect a child, I'm just an ordinary person, I have no money, no father, no power, and no magic and elemental perception beyond ordinary people, even if I open the hanging, I can't beat the real powerhouse in the world like you." ”

"I'm just an ordinary person, so I just like an ordinary person, holding on to an ordinary wish, and then dying like an ordinary person, for ideals and beliefs. ”

"Ah...... Yes, perhaps in your opinion, what ideals and beliefs require is to sacrifice others, but for me, ideals and beliefs are actually things that are piled up little by little by countless like-minded ordinary people like me, sacrificing their lives and lives, very noble, very great, and very sacred. ”

"That's right, this world belongs to the emperor, the church, and the nobles now, and it may belong to you wise and powerful mages in the future. But I firmly believe that even if I die now, there will still be thousands, endless ordinary people like me in this world--isn't it a bit vulgar?

"Although there are tens of millions of people, I will go to it, I have no regrets, I will go calmly, and I will firmly believe it!"

"I firmly believe that this world, this land, still belongs to us and to our thousands of civilians after all!"

"Civilian...... tip of the gun dropped slightly, and then slowly, raised again, "It's ridiculous...... You think those ants ......"

"You haven't seen the world before my eyes......" Suzo smiled, like a martyred saint in the canon, bowing his head for the kingdom of heaven that he had only seen in his heart, and returning to the call of death with peace and calm.

Suzo hugged the baby girl in her arms tightly.

"Then you will die!"

The tip of the spear in the corner of his eye turned into a silver arc, and Su Zuo subconsciously turned around and bent over, using his body to protect the baby in his arms......

"Bang!"

Suzo's body flew up like a broken ball.

"Whoa—"

The blood spat out of his throat turned into a long red ribbon, and Suzo opened his eyes, surprised to find that he was not dead yet.

"What's going on......"

"That's right...... It's the Book of Demons......"

The Demon Dao Book on his back blocked Su Zuo, so Su Zuo didn't become in half.

But under the huge impact, Su Zuo's body still flew high.

"Bad ......"

Blood spurted out between his teeth, flying in mid-air, but out of the corner of Su Zuo's eye, he could already see a huge hole in the ground......

"This is the previous lithodrome ......"

Su Zuo finally knew what it meant to be self-inflicted and not to live.

"You'll die if you fall like this......"

Although Su Zuo could calmly face the alchemist's spear, to be honest, as long as there was a slight possibility, he still didn't want to die.

The reason why he didn't hand over the little county lord was very simple, he didn't think that he would still be alive after handing over the little county lord at all. If the alchemist doesn't kill him, the Duke of Silver Rose will kill him too, so it's better to just hold on to the end. Anyway, in the huge cage of Wenning District, he couldn't run anywhere if he wanted to.

However, seeing that he was about to "really face to the ground", Su Zuo didn't care about thinking so much, forcibly changed the bloodline mode to "Northland", activated the spell rage, forcibly squeezed out a trace of magic power from his already exhausted body, and launched a weakest magic field spell as a buffer, and then twisted his body, turned his back to the ground, and resigned himself to fate.

"Boom!"

Like a cannonball, it smashed on the wall at the front of the auditorium hall, Su Zuo's forehead cracked, his mouth was covered with blood, and he could barely feel his body's presence.

The vision was bright red, but Su Zuo preferred that he couldn't see anything, hear nothing.

The black figure set off waves of air and dust, and landed steadily, and the Grim Reaper walked in front of him and raised his spear again.

"Ask you again—"

Suzo was no longer interested in listening—"Are you annoying," but if Suzo could still speak, he would definitely answer this stubborn stupid alchemist.

Su Zuo barely raised a finger, put it on the baby girl's swaddling clothes, and shook it.

Covered in blood, he forced a smile and looked mockingly at the alchemist's position - the severe blood loss had finally robbed him of his vision.

After a brief silence -

"Really...... Stubborn!"

Su Zuo closed his eyes quietly.

......

......

......

"Stop!"

From under the podium of the overturned auditorium, the weeping Duchess pushed open the cabinet door and crawled out.

"Please stop!"

The chill of the tip of the spear stopped in front of Suzo's forehead.

Suzo was powerless to stop it, and the baby girl in her arms was snatched away.

I can barely feel the change in light.

"Please stop, aren't you aiming for my and Eliel's last name!? Please stop! Please take our lives and let the others go!"

Kabbalah raised the tip of the spear and looked in amazement at the woman in front of him who was crying and couldn't stand up in battle, but was still in front of Suzo.

His gaze swept over the overturned podium to the side, and he saw the sheriff girl who had fought him before, looking at him with a look of resentment.

“...... I see...... Have you been tricked from the beginning......"

Kabbalah glanced gloomily at the imp behind the Duchess.

"Was that stinky cloud technique meant to cover up the smell on the two of them from the beginning...... And if it weren't for the accident, I wouldn't have imagined that my target would be hidden in the center of the battlefield before......"

Kabbalah felt that he had overestimated the imp enough, but he didn't expect that until the end, the imp still gave him a huge surprise and surprise.

"Anyway, he won't live long if he is left alone......"

Thinking like this, Kabbalah withdrew his gaze and looked at the young woman in front of him who was crying with her head bowed and holding the baby girl, and her eyes gradually became cold.

"It's finally over—" He raised his spear in his hand.

"Ahh

......

......

......

"How could it be ......"

The alchemist looked at the tip of the sword that peeked out of his chest, and his expression was incredulous.

"My subordinates and adjutants have been taken care of before. ”

Polite words.

Neat and crisp white sheriff's uniform.

Brown hair that has turned gray from sideburns.

The sheriff, Cromwell, pulled the sword out of the alchemist's back.

"You!—" The alchemist waved the spear in his hand, trying to turn and kill the man behind him.

The old man shook his hand lightly and swung his long sword, a left hand holding a spear, and flew into the sky.

The plasma spurting out of the arteries turned into columns of blood, and the alchemist, who had no arms, was still roaring: "Alchemy practice-"

After severing off the alchemist's left hand, Cromwell drew his sword with the force of his slash - somewhat casually raised his hand to hold the brim of the vigilant hat - and swung his sword sideways.

Crackling and flashing with excess mana, the iron thorns that emerged from the alchemist's body stopped the moment before they stabbed Cromwell.

From the severed ponytail, strands of gray hair fluttered all over the sky. The cloak of skulls and eyes spasmed and fell to Vigil's feet.

The headless corpse fell on its back.

Cromwell lifted the brim of his hat and tucked his sword back into his waist......

PS: It's finally over...... In addition, it is clear that the author bacteria are nearly 4,000 words per day...... There are still readers who say that the author has too few bacteria......

In addition, here is the award ceremony -

I'll go, the time is almost up, so I'd better update it first.

(fiddling for a long time)

Alright, that's it.

Looking at the updated word count, starting from 24 chapters, they are 3,09,3,9,4,2,3,3,8......

Today 4,6 ......

Well, what else do you guys say...... Author Bacteria Exam ...... Next Week

(If you have a book review, a recommendation ticket, or a reward, you can still discuss, okay...... This ** is written before I say that I want a ticket...... That's what it means to be deserving of 3 years. ）

Awards and Awards:

First of all, it is the Best Actor Award: Qiang Qiang Qiang ~ Of course, this is Su Zuo's classmate.

The habit of running a train with a mouth, telling the truth as a lie, and telling a lie as the truth has made the author die of a headache!

And then there's the award for Best Actress: Vacancy, Ahem.

Best Assist Award: Vijeel Nochakin, in the whole battle, the one with the largest damage output is this one besides the protagonist.

Best Madonna Award: Comrade Shirley, ahem, I didn't mean to write such a virgin......

Best Talker Award: Comrade Kabbalah Hill Taylor, Truth-Talkers never talk where they shouldn't, and Talkers are also the charm of villains, mm-hmm.

Best Patch Knife Award: It is not an exaggeration to say that this award ceremony was set up from the beginning to complain about this patching knife......

Comrade Cromwell...... It's hard to mend the knife......

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