"Don't despair!" A word of encouragement came into my ears, this voice was so familiar and so exciting, could it be that I had auditory hallucinations because of the hope in my heart before I died? No, why did your body suddenly fall and then seem to be held by someone?

When I opened my eyes, I couldn't believe what I saw, the unbreathable darkness that lingered around me dissipated, and I could clearly see everything around me, and my body was being held in my arms at the moment, and the person holding her was the man I had just thought about - Fodamès.

"Mr. Fudames?" was held by the man he liked, but this scene in his fantasy really happened to him at the moment. What's more, he was still walking on the edge of the ghost gate a moment ago. Crowan was indescribable at this time, the shock and emotion in her heart were as if she was in a dream, her face was crimson, her body couldn't help curling up a little, and she wanted to snuggle up on this man's chest more fully to feel the warmth.

"Why are you here? Didn't you say a long time ago that you shouldn't stay on the roof after seven o'clock? Fodames didn't seem to pay much attention to Crown's reaction, and slowly put her down in a slightly dissatisfied tone. Now he looked very different from the usual teacher, and instead of wearing the monk-like robes, he was wearing a short-sleeved casual suit and holding a long sword that radiated silver light.

Clowen seemed to be still immersed in the shadow of death and the moisturization of happiness just now, and the whole person seemed to be in a trance, and she couldn't react, and she explained after a while: "Yes...... Sorry, today is the last day, so ...... Ah, beware! ”

Halfway through her words, Rowan noticed that dozens of terrifying tentacles were striking him straight in the back from behind Fodamès, and she only had time to let out a shout...... In the next moment, before the aftermath of Crowwen's shouts subsided, Phodamès turned around and swung the long sword in her hand with a complete inability to see her body. Then the tentacles were severed and twisted to the ground, and finally disappeared like ashes, and the terrifying roar of the tank rang out again, but now more like a painful roar than the previous terrifying roar.

Is this how this man saved himself just now? Croven's eyes were full of admiration, and the image of Fodamès, which she didn't know at all, was like a legendary savior hero and a knight in a fairy tale.

After forcing back this attack, Fudames still held his sword and was still vigilant in front of him, his face was full of righteousness, and he didn't dare to slack off in the slightest, and sure enough, there was another roar that shocked his body and mind, and more tentacles poured out of the tank again than before, and Fudames didn't say anything and swung his sword directly. In an instant, in front of Crowen's eyes, only the chaotic afterimage and the fierce fighting sound were left, as well as the afterimage of the tentacles that splashed out from time to time. Clowen could only stare from the sidelines, staring at this suffocating scene that she had never seen since she was born.

"Can you still move?" An old man sounded from the side, and Crowen looked sideways to see that it was the school's headmaster, Father Divine.

"Can ......" Although Clowen was a little surprised by the appearance of the principal, she didn't say anything more in this situation, even if her legs were a little weak, she struggled to stand up.

"Bang!" A muffled sound came from the battlefield on the side, and the figure of Fodamès flew out and was smashed against the wall on the side, and the whole person was almost half-embedded in the wall. There was a visible wound on his chest that stretched diagonally from his left shoulder to his right waist, and he clenched the crown of his teeth as he glared in the direction of the tank, and a trace of pus and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

"Mr. Fudames!" Crowen's heart trembled, and she was about to step forward.

"Stay away from me!" As soon as Clowen took a step, Fodames angrily stopped her. A beam of light shone out of his right arm, enveloping his entire body. The light quickly dissipated, revealing a samurai in silver armor. The warrior let out the same roar as Fodamès, and once again flickered his sword, and then joined the dancing tentacles.

There was no doubt that this samurai was Fodamès, and the sight in front of her made Clowen overwhelmed, and a sense of contradiction came to her mind that she wanted to help but was afraid of getting in the way.

"Want to help?" Beside Crowanne, Father Headmaster immediately saw her concern and asked softly.

Crowen didn't know how to answer, but nodded her head in agreement.

"Then do what you can." As he spoke, the priest leaned over and picked up the harp that Crowen had dropped on the ground and handed it to her.

"What can you do?" Crowen, who took the piano, was a little confused, so she stared blankly and didn't know what to do.

"Let's try this." The priest took a piece of paper from his robe and handed it to Crowanne, who had always been kind and calm as headmaster.

Crowen hesitated, took the manuscript paper and glanced at it, slightly stunned. Above is the lyrics and score of a song called Requiem. What do you mean? Could it be that in such a life-and-death emergency, you have to play the piano and sing by yourself? To do something so incredible?

Such doubts filled her face, but all she answered was the priest's slight nod and the affirmative gaze that followed.

Even though she still didn't know in her heart, she couldn't help but hesitate to do more, and Crowen finally chose to believe the principal and began to play and sing according to the words and songs on the paper.

O earth, grant them eternal rest under the will of God,

and let the unquenchable light shine over them.

O God, thou art preached in the world,

May this eulogy be heard by you

It is played in this land.

Listen to my prayers,

All living beings will eventually accept your guidance.

O earth, grant them eternal rest under the will of God,

and let an undying light reign over them......

Qingling's singing instantly filled the entire roof, and the crazy dancing tentacles that were fighting with Fudames slowed down at a speed visible to the naked eye and gradually twitched and retracted into the water tank, this scene made Fudames also stop and look at what was happening in front of him, his face slightly exclaimed.

At the same time, Crowwen, who was singing the Requiem, fell into a state of self-forgetfulness, unable to see or hear anything, as if there was a mysterious force leading her divine consciousness to float upwards, and finally wandered in the boundless sky, until a bright light shone out in front of her eyes, and then this light suddenly gathered to form a person who looked like herself, her whole body exuded a soft brilliance and smiled at herself, and in her arms was the bloodied dying man who was not Fodames. Seeing this scene, a wonderful feeling that had never been felt before echoed in my mind, as if the predetermined fate had come, and a strong sense of mission woke up - to do everything I could to save Fodamès, so thinking that Crowen stretched out her hand and slowly put it on the glorious person, and the moment her fingers touched, the person turned into a ball of light again, and instantly went up, as if absorbed by herself, and merged with herself, and the strong impact was close to her mind, and her consciousness was cut off...... (End of Chapter 86)