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It may be that the cold body that has lost too much blood finally feels warm, or it may be that the archers lurking in the dark are also afraid of the sun, as he expected, they can only give up the pursuit after dawn, Augustus is feeling the glare of the morning sun at the same time, but also has a great sense of happiness to crawl out of hell, especially when he staggered and ran for a distance, and made sure that the archer behind him seemed to have really disappeared, the sense of happiness gradually turned into a sense of security, and the tense spirit of the night gradually relaxed, and Augustus's footsteps inevitably slowed down, and he continued to look for a truly safe place while also began to examine his injuries。

At this glance, Augustus suddenly burst into a rather complicated wry smile and curse.

The whole body was already covered with scaly wounds, the wound on his abdomen was broken again and almost completely stained red, not to mention the whole gauze, his arms, his back, including his legs, were covered in black blood, where was there a complete place? This simply made Augustus feel dizzy, how could he run so many blocks with such an injury, and hold on until dawn? In this case, he did not die directly from the loss of too much blood?

He smiled bitterly, his spirit relaxed, and the sharp pain came like a tide, and the pain was not too much to describe with a thousand cuts, and at this time, no matter how hard Augustus tried to recall how he had survived that night, he found that he could not find the slightest memory of last night, it felt like he had been in a state of sleepwalking in a state of confusion not long ago, and all his actions were out of his control.

Death was the one that brought out his greatest potential.

But of course, this level of outburst also has its corresponding sequelae, the wounds and pain on his body hit in bursts, almost suffocating Augustus, Augustus felt that the blood vessels on both sides of his temples were about to burst!

Even he was amazed that he could still stand.

But at the same time, he also knew that he had to find a safe place to adjust, otherwise he was afraid that just the pain would make him unable to persevere.

He scan't take a look at his surroundings, trying to determine his current position, but as soon as he raised his eyes, he suddenly found that his environment was somewhat familiar, the dirty streets, the messy houses, the black tents that had been erected haphazardly in front of the stained buildings, and the frightened and visibly evasive eyes of the tattered pedestrians on the road as Augustus walked forward, could he have unconsciously returned to the wasteland?

Of course not.

Augustus quickly abandoned the chaotic thoughts in his mind, and realized that he had fled in a hurry all night from the commercial district of Bukru to the civilian district of Jedon, which was the poorest and most sunless in the imperial capital. The chaotic area of the Imperial Capital Sewers made him feel confused for a moment, but when he found that the most striking feature of this area was the clutter of buildings and the fact that there were simple tents everywhere, and when it was linked to the fact that he had been looking for an area with many covers that could disturb the sight of the archers last night, he finally understood why he chose to run in this direction in a state of confusion.

It seems that intuition and instinct are sometimes more reliable.

But the problem is that this place is relatively safe, but it is unlikely that he will find a clean place that will not let his wound become infected, right?

Augustus propped himself up on the filthy walls of the streets, dragging his heavy wounds along, gritting his teeth to contain his pain, frowning in search of a suitable environment for him to recuperate.

But soon, he didn't have to look for it.

Because a sharp arrow that Augustus was definitely familiar with suddenly appeared with great power, tearing the air, and also passing through the space, and appeared in front of Augustus in an instant, and even if Augustus reacted quickly enough, the sharp arrow was shot close to his cheek again, shooting directly at the wall, but the sharp arrow penetrated the wall and blatantly blasted a round hole in the wall。

It's really haunting.

The screams of the frightened passers-by quickly filled the street.

Augustus, who had come to his senses, gasped for breath, still holding on to the wall with one hand and hunching over, but he didn't seem to have any intention of running away quickly.

Is it because of fear? or because of despair? There may be both, but in fact there are none, but Augustus knows very well that he can't continue to run, and his injuries also determine that once he has any more strenuous exercise, he will definitely die due to blood exhaustion; after all, he ran all night, no matter how much his potential exploded under the pressure of death, but it was impossible for him to recover from his injuries, so since he had reached a dead end, no matter how unwilling he was, he could only meet death, Augustus would certainly not make any more senseless struggles, and he categorically did not allow him to die in the run。

He had to face his enemies head-on and die.

He simply gave up letting the wall support his stump and sat down on the ground, he gasped for breath, looked around, towards the enemy he couldn't see, and he smirked, "Is it fun?"

Yes, yes, it's the problem, because even at this time, Augustus still thought that the archers lurking in the darkness were playing a game of cat and mouse, otherwise why didn't the powerful archers kill him all night? So in fact, Augustus didn't know at this time that the archers didn't want to kill him, nor did they engage in boring so-called games, but they really couldn't kill him.

No one spoke.

Augustus smiled with some difficulty, as if to laugh at the cowardice of the archers, and also seemed to laugh at himself that he still had no chance to resist in the end.

Wheezing grew weaker.

The constant loss of blood finally weakened Augustus's physical strength.

He didn't even have the strength to curse.

On the dirty streets, in the bright sun, Augustus, who was leaning against the wall in rags and covered in blood, slowly closed his eyes.

Then, after some time, when he opened his eyes suddenly, he saw a sharp arrow glittering in the sunlight right in front of his eyes, between his eyebrows, and then, when Augustus looked up at the hand holding the bow, he finally saw the knight of the archers who had been chasing him all night. It was a woman, to be exact, a woman with an indifferent expression, but a very beautiful countenance, dressed in bright armor of light blue, and her rosy hair was so long that it dragged down to her waist, and she stood in front of him like that, and in the sun, she looked down at him like a goddess of light.

But none of that matters.

The important thing is that the necklace on her armor's chest swayed in an instant, piercing Augustus's eye.

A silver cross dangles in the air.

Augustus almost subconsciously frowned and blurted out, "People from the Holy See?"

The woman, who is the archer knight, the Messiah's expression remains unchanged, the bow and arrow in her hand have been drawn from the bowstring, her fingers are extraordinarily stable, since she is known as the only knight of the heresy inquisition, the Messiah certainly has all the good qualities of a knight, so she will not mind the knight's report before harvesting the soul of this filthy heresy, she said coldly: "The heresy inquisition, Messiah." ”

Augustus was stunned.

For the whole night he thought that the knights who were chasing him must have come from the group of gentlemen who wanted him to die, or the noble gamblers who had placed heavy bets on the mammoth wheel, but how could he have thought that it was the heresy of the Holy See that wanted his life? He could not figure out the reason for it for a while, and since he was about to die, and did not want to die with doubts, he asked casually, "Why?"

The arrow was only a finger's finger away from the center of his eyebrows.

The Messiah said with a blank face: "The power you have gained by selling your soul has made your soul no longer clean, and you will accept the judgment of the Lord." ”

Selling your soul in exchange for power?

Augustus quickly thought of his magic after being puzzled, and his heart sank slightly, and it was true that since he came to the imperial capital, although he did not deliberately expose the magical power he had, he also did not deliberately conceal it, whether it was the young master of the Clark family, or in the process of fighting George Clark, he used this power, so naturally there was a possibility of exposure, but there was one thing he couldn't figure out, why there was no sign at all before the heresy judgment took action against him, and he didn't notice it at all? Is it really just a sudden act of heresy and a verdict? But if so, is there anyone behind it?

He habitually narrowed his eyes.

In fact, when Queen Terina gave him this magical power, she once said that once his magical power is exposed to the human world, he is likely to be recognized by the Holy See as a heretic who masters black magic, and then accept the Holy See's ruling.

Unless someone doesn't want to be tried and ruled directly.

Thinking of this, Augustus was fully sure that someone must be behind all this, but unfortunately, he never had the opportunity to know who had the power to influence the Holy See's heretical judgment.

He leaned against the wall and seemed to have completely given up resistance, and sneered: "The main trial, I have no opinion, but on what basis do you decide?"

The Messiah was silent.

After a night of pursuit, of course she knew that death was not a threat to the young man in front of her at all, so she would not be surprised that he still maintained calm.

She said indifferently, "The Lord sits on the seat of judgment and drives away evil with his eyes." ”

Eyes.

At the mention of the eyes, the Messiah looked into the eyes of the young man.

Eyes.

At the mention of his eyes, Augustus's black and white eyes suddenly changed color.

It's dark and dark.

Then, the miracle was staged.

When the Messiah finally got rid of the strange eyes that made her heart palpitate and woke up again, she suddenly found that she had left her real world, in her environment, there was darkness, there was no building between heaven and earth, no sign of life, only a dark swamp with no end in sight, and around her, there were only rotten and rotting weeds, and what was more terrible, her bow and arrow were no longer in her hands.

She stood in the empty world with her bare hands, and opposite her, she chased and killed the young man all night.

But unlike him, who had been chasing him all night, he didn't have any scars on his body.

It's his world.

In his world, he is the absolute king.

......

...... (To be continued.) )