It's a sparse forest.

In the middle of the woods, a dilapidated wooden house looms in the bushes.

Inside the wooden house, Sebas was half-lying in the weeds, his face pale.

He was covered in blood, his elegant tuxedo had long been tattered, his left sleeve was empty, and his entire right arm looked as if it had been cut off from the shoulder by some sharp weapon.

Gurgling blood flowed down his wounds and pooled into a stream beneath him.

As a long-lived flame elf, he could deeply feel the rapid loss of his life force.

Struggling to raise his head, Sebas looked out the window.

The golden energy shield has covered the wooden house.

He recognized it, it was one of the iconic divine spells of the Divine Court Inquisition, the prisoner of the Divine Judgment of the Sealing Prison Class.

This kind of complicated and cumbersome magic is generally only used when using space seals on certain large forces.

But now, it's working on him alone.

"Heh, I actually used the prisoner of judgment directly, and the great knight really looks up to me."

With a heaving laugh, Sebas struggled to raise his right hand, expertly pulled a goblet out of the storage space, and poured the last bit of red wine from the bottle into it.

Gracefully raising the goblet, he took a sip of it.

"Sebas, you're surrounded."

"The Great Knight said that if you can take the initiative to surrender and seal your own power, the Inquisition can spare your life and give you a chance to mend your ways!"

"Are you still waiting for someone to come and save you? The Inquisition has issued a divine judgment against the Rose Society, and presumably now the Rose Society is in ashes. ”

The shouts of the Knights of Judgment came from outside the hut, urging Sebas to surrender.

Sebas sneered:

"Surrender? Join the Inquisition Force and become cannon fodder? ”

"I've betrayed even Luna Island, and no one can force me to do what I don't want to do!"

"You have the ability, you come in!"

Surrender?

He is the proud spirit of fire.

In his dictionary, the word surrender has never been written!

Sebas's proud, disdainful words came from the cabin.

Around the cabin, the Knights of Judgment looked at each other.

"Lord Knight, he is not willing to surrender...... Are we going to storm it? He's already badly injured, and even if you don't make a move, he's not going to be our match. ”

The shouting Knight of Judgment respectfully pleaded to the Grand Knight behind him.

The big knight is a middle-aged man who looks like he is forty or fifty years old, with a standard Chinese face, a beard, deep facial features, and a sharp face.

However, unlike his rugged appearance, his eyes have a different calmness.

Looking at the wooden house in the prisoner of judgment, he shook his head slightly:

"No need to ......"

"Sebas Flameheart was once a High Elf who was just one step away from the legend, and every elf was born a magical creature capable of elemental resonance at the cost of his own soul burning."

"A person like him, even if he is seriously injured, can pull a few pads before he dies."

"Since he is unwilling to surrender, let's light a fire, I want to see if the so-called fire elves are afraid of fire......

The Great Knight said lightly.

He didn't hide his voice.

The calm words entered the wooden house, and Sebas, who was sipping red wine, sighed secretly.

The Knights of Judgment no longer fight the enemies of the Holy Court at all times, and their lives are full of dangers.

To be able to start from the smallest probationary trial knight and grow step by step into a great knight who suppresses the party, in addition to strong strength, calmness and caution are necessary.

Sebas knew that the idea of pulling a few Knights of Judgment to their own demise was ruined.

The Knight of Judgment was quick to act.

They took out buckets of grease and bundles of dry firewood, threw them at the hut, and piled them up.

Looking through the window and watching the actions of the Knights of Judgment, Sebas could only sigh slightly.

He was hurt too badly, really too badly.

The magic power in his body had long been completely exhausted, and his entire left arm had been cut off by a sword, and even a pair of legs under his body had been destroyed by the great knight's holy light rage.

He couldn't use any magic anymore, and all he could do was wait for the Knights of Judgment to approach, burn his soul, cause an elemental storm, and die with the other party.

However, this is no longer possible.

"Sir Sebas, wake up! The Blood Demon Order behind you has already given up on you, and they can't stand up for you. ”

"It's too late to surrender now."

Having piled up the dry wood and poured the grease, the Knight of Judgment shouted again.

"I'm not interested in stealing my life!"

"Also...... Don't insult me with the Blood Demon Order! I can't look down on those scum! ”

Sebas mocked.

Hearing this, the great knight frowned slightly, and then ordered:

"Let's light the fire."

Upon his command, the Knight of Judgment raised the torch that burned the flame of judgment and set the pyre on fire.

The fire quickly spread and enveloped the entire wooden house.

"Is it over......

Looking at the smoke rising around him, Sebas muttered to himself.

He was a little unwilling in his heart.

He didn't expect his life to end here.

However, he is the one who makes the choice, and he has to bear the corresponding price for his choice.

I don't know......

What is the Night Lady doing now?

She hasn't been back for so many days, will she worry about herself?

When she gets the news that Rose will be judged by the Judgment, will she stand up for Rose?

At this moment, Sebas's mind slowed down infinitely, and he thought of many, many things.

But soon, he felt that he was a little naïve and ridiculous to think like this.

"What do you think, that's the Night Lady, he's a true god."

"Although He has not regained his strength now, although He now looks like a mortal, ...... How could He really be mortal? ”

"The gods do not treat their followers badly, but the gods also have the indifference and calmness of the gods......"

"What qualifications does the current self have to be worthy of the other party's help and rescue?"

"Maybe in the eyes of the Night Lady, I ...... It's just a waste. ”

Sebas sighed slightly.

He knew that he had never really had the full trust of the Night Lady.

Because he himself has never really shown his true loyalty to the Night Lady.

As a long-lived elf, he had read too many stories about gods and followers.

In any story, the first question the gods ask when choosing their dependents is "what do you want......

However, the Night Lady never asked.

He didn't believe in an ancient god like the Night Lady and didn't know the "unspoken rule".

He is more convinced that the other party has long seen through his thoughts and is waiting for him to put it forward first.

But he didn't dare to mention it.

Following a god in order to become a god?

I'm afraid that no god will approve of such a snobbish and blasphemous purpose, right?

Historically, the followers of those gods have been fanatical believers.

Becoming from God is a gift they receive.

It's not what they're trying towards.

Sebas knew that he couldn't get the approval of the Night Lady for that reason.

Therefore, he never dared to take the initiative to tell the Night Lady what he was loyal to him for.

But he knew that the Night Lady must have known it for a long time.

However, the god knows that what he says and what he does not say are two concepts.

He was afraid, he was apprehensive, he was worried......

That's why he showed himself in front of the Night Lady again and again.

He wants to prove himself through performance, prove his strength, and prove that even if he doesn't reveal his heart, he has value to the Night Lady.

Prove that you have the power to become a god.

He believes that it is a ...... between himself and the gods Tacit trading.

"Perhaps...... Deep down, I'm still proud. ”

"No...... It's not pride, it's arrogance. ”

"Even if I decided to follow the gods, I always had the mentality that I could eventually follow the gods and become gods, and I never felt awe of the gods from the bottom of my heart."

"I'm afraid I've never really stepped into the vision of the Night Lady......"

"Hehe, look at it this way, I'm really a conceited and self-contemptible, proud and inferior fool......"

Sebas laughed at himself.

He still has a lot of things he can't leave behind.

Luna Island, the Rose Society, the Lost Hometown......

He also wanted to see the scenery higher up for himself.

However, he couldn't get that far.

He didn't give his heart.

And when the crisis comes, it will inevitably be abandoned.

The temperature in the cabin began to rise, and the smoke became thicker.

Severely injured, Sebas's consciousness became more and more blurred.

In the haze, his vision seemed to be filled with crimson firelight.

A familiar voice sounded in his ears:

"Mr. Sebas, you are ...... today It's really embarrassing. ”