It turns out that it is really more terrible to live than to die. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Augustus was in such a situation at the moment, it was very easy to die, and he didn't even need to do anything else, just stop him, or wait for the arrow to penetrate his heart, or even more simply wait for his blood to drain, and he would soon meet the arrival of death, but it was not easy to live, he had to get rid of the death of the archer, and then he had to quickly find a quiet place to recuperate from his wounds, at least to stop his bruised body from continuing to bleed - but the question was, can he get rid of it? Does the great emperor have such a quiet place for him? Really, even Augustus knew very well that he could not count on either of these two conditions, in the words of Queen Terina, he really might as well die at this time, and that might be his greatest relief.

But Augustus didn't want to die.

It's not that he's afraid, the key is that he's unwilling, and it's not easy to struggle out of the quagmire of death in the wasteland, and successfully stand firm and manage his own living space, how can he die like this? Especially considering that his two lives together are at least close to 50, how can he be willing to die in the hands of this gang of gentlemen? Besides, this is the imperial capital, the imperial capital that is so unfamiliar that he can't even name the street under his feet, so how desolate is it to die in such a strange place? Therefore, all kinds of unwillingness combined, no matter how difficult it was to survive and how slim the chance, Augustus categorically did not allow him to give up like this, and then die.

He ran forward as hard as he could, and in a dark and unfamiliar environment, he had no direction at all.

In fact, at the beginning, Augustus wanted to run to the main street of the Bukeru business district, according to his assumption, there would definitely be patrolling guards in the imperial capital late at night, so as long as he ran into the guards, no matter how he faced the power circle of the imperial capital next, at least this night he could get rid of the archers behind him, but when he appeared on the main street of the business district with difficulty, and saw the empty streets, he realized that he would never be able to run into the patrol guards, because this was their home field after all, and if all this was arranged by them, then how could they allow such a low-level accidentSo he didn't hesitate much, just ran about 200 meters on the main street, and then dragged the blood all the way into another path again.

It is certainly safer to have a cover to block the view of the archers than to be exposed to the open.

His blood-stained robe was dried and then stained with blood again.

Blood still slid from his palms covering his abdomen and fell between his fingers before falling to the ground.

Such a loss of blood, such a non-stop running under great pressure, even if Augustus no longer wanted to die, no longer willing to die, but the cold of his body was still a clear reminder that death had appeared in his ears, he could fall to the ground at any time, never get up again, and could meet death at any time.

But he still bit his lip, stimulating his consciousness with blood and pain, sobering him up and allowing him to continue running.

No one can understand his paranoia.

Nor can anyone understand the alleged pleasure of his confrontation with death.

So the dark and cold streets, like drunks, and the figure of Augustus, covered in blood, stumbling and running in a hurry, was particularly miserable.

This misery fell into the eyes of the archers in the darkness behind them, and the eyes of the archers could no longer be calm and indifferent.

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Never before has the Messiah encountered such a tenacious, or so thoroughly depraved heresy.

She has been at the Inquisition for 2 years since she came to the Inquisition, and for 2 years, she has been fighting as a night watchman at the forefront of sanctioning darkness, Messiah has seen all kinds of dark heresies, such as the members of the Red Glove Order from the southern jungle who tried to assassinate in the imperial capital, like the dark mages in the human world who sell their souls for dirty power, and even the shamanic lich who lurked from the north, she has personally encountered and harvested their filthy souls; among them, there will definitely be many heretics who will fear the punishment and want to escape from the judgment of the Lord, and some of them will hide through a series of disguises to escape from her sightIn short, in the Messiah's career of chasing down heretics, unless there is a dead end, heretics who will calmly wait for judgment are indeed rare, so now this heresy will flee, she is really not surprised, but what makes her have to surprise is that he is already like this, why does he still flee? For him at present, is there a difference between continuing to flee and stopping?

Aren't they all going to die anyway?

The Messiah could tell from his stumbling steps that even if she lowered her bow and arrows and followed him like this, looking at him, he would surely die from the blood flowing.

Then why is he still unwilling to stop his steps and accept the judgment of the Lord?

Could it be that his soul has been completely enveloped in darkness, and there is no more clean land?

The Messiah couldn't figure it out, and he was confused, but since he had given his soul to the Lord a long time ago, and since he had had the strongest faith in the light since he was a child, this confusion would naturally not be an obstacle to her from sanctioning the darkness.

She sighed quietly.

Tightening the bowstring again in the night, she murmured, "Death is also the most forgiving salvation of the Lord." ”

The arrow shot out suddenly, pointing at the young man's vest in her field of vision, she knew that his blood had lost too much after all, and his reaction would inevitably become more sluggish, with his current strength and reflexes, he would no longer be able to avoid this arrow, and the only thing that awaited him was the judgment of the Lord on his soul - may his filthy soul rest in peace.

She withdrew her bow and arrows, feeling that it should all be over.

However.

Just as the Messiah was about to turn away and not look at the heresy so stubborn that even she was surprised, a strange scene suddenly unfolded.

Originally, his steps staggered, and it seemed that it was impossible to avoid the heresy of her arrow no matter what, and at the moment when the sharp arrow was about to pierce his heart, his originally sluggish reaction, his staggering steps suddenly sharpened, and the speed was so fast that Messiah could hardly believe her eyes, and could only watch as her sharp arrow just grazed the arm of the heretic, shooting directly into the bluestone slab on the ground, making a violent roaring sound.

Completely avoided?

The Messiah was dumbfounded.

Unable to explain the phenomenon, she could only purse her lips and stare at the back of the heretic, she couldn't believe her eyes at all.

However, fortunately, her strong faith gave her enough tenacity to react, and the Messiah, who quickly reacted, quickly picked up the bow and arrow in his hand again and tightened the bowstring again.

This time, all her attention was on her arrows.

The flickering arrow broke away from the bowstring and drew a clear trajectory, slamming towards the heart of the heretic, and the Messiah clearly caught it, just when the arrow almost touched his vest, the original speed and reaction in her eyes could be described as slow, as if he suddenly felt the danger, at the moment of the moment, his speed was multiplied, and he turned sideways in a strange action, and then the arrow could only cling to his armpit robe and went towards the darkness, not causing him any substantial damage at all。

The Messiah was directly shocked.

What the hell is going on?

Especially when she remembered that at the beginning, her sharp arrows could bring damage to him every time and make him bleed, and she couldn't understand why he was bleeding more and more and slower, but he was able to avoid her sharp arrows more and more completely, and even now her sharp arrows are almost no longer any threat to him?

Her eyes narrowed suddenly.

This is simply not something that normal humans can do!

No wonder she was ordered to strangle this dark heretic from the wasteland no matter what, and he was indeed the most unexplainable number one heretic!

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Humans tend to be in the habit of demonizing their enemies, especially when they are too powerful to defeat their own kind, and they like to regard him as the greatest heresy.

And Augustus, who was desperately on the run, did not know anything about it.

This was not surprising, because his blood and life were constantly draining after all, and because his steps were getting heavier and heavier, and his consciousness was gradually blurred, it was certainly impossible to feel the crazy transformation of his majestic soul power.

Albert once said that the real knight is to force their soul power into physical power through all pressure, in this transformation process, pressure has always been a very important link, when he led Augustus on the road of knighthood, he threw Augustus on the cliff of Alfred's final mountain, saying that there is no pressure and challenge can be compared with challenging the limit of death, so Augustus at that time was in the shadow of death, able to stand up smoothly, and then embarked on the road of knighthood - So, how could the threat of death in this situation be inferior to the threat of death at that time? You know, Augustus had almost stepped on the coffin, and death had appeared in his ears at all, how could his majestic soul power not support his belief that he wanted to live?

Hanging by a thread finally completely activated all of Augustus's soul power, and what is even more terrifying is that even if Albert has walked for a long time and traveled a long way on the path of knighthood, it is impossible for him to encounter such a rapid transformation of soul power in his life, because he has never faced a desperate situation like Augustus, real death.

So Augustus's blood is indeed constantly draining, but his power is also growing in a straight line in his madness.

This rate of evolution is definitely beyond all the limits of what is so powerful in the realm of human power.

The only regret is that Augustus didn't feel his powerful process at all.

He was still tired of running, still running hard, passing through the paths of the imperial capital, struggling to find hope for survival, until he felt the morning sun sprinkled on the ground and on his face, and he raised his blood-covered face slightly during the run, revealing his pale and bloodless face under the morning sun.

It's dawn.

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