Consciousness gradually blurred, and the limbs began to disobey.

"Three, Four, Five......"

With the knife in hand, the short dagger sliced through the neck of an enemy once more, and the scorching red liquid splashed Emilia in the face.

The feeling of Bai Yue tearing ** is extremely wonderful, like cutting tender tofu with a piece of cardboard, unobstructed but full of texture, and Emilia quickly fell in love with this dagger.

"Six, seven...... How many more...... Damn!"

Emilia stepped on a corpse, panting in embarrassment.

The white moon is to Emilia what claws are to tigers, and magic is to mages. She can stab her dagger from unimaginable angles, tricky and ruthless, and even though her strength simply can't compete with her enemies, she still relies on her excellent fighting art to show her enemies that she has to pay with her life.

"Whew...... I'm so tired......"

If she could, she wanted to use the dagger to kill all the enemies in front of her, but her body wouldn't allow that.

There is no limit to the technique, breaking through layer after layer of bottlenecks, and the brave man who once stood at the pinnacle of the God-given land will not lose to anyone. Maybe there are eternal souls in the world, but there are no immortal **.

Emilia wasn't strong, if not weak, and the long hours of high-intensity combat had exhausted her already small physical strength, and now, she relied entirely on her own willpower to wield the dagger.

At some point, the wound on her left shoulder burst open. The bandage did not provide any protection, it had long since turned into strips of rags, soaked in blood. Her entire left arm was unconscious, her back was also scarred, and the back of her right leg was cut open at the back of the knee, and the blood could not stop flowing out. She didn't dare to exert herself, so she could barely support her body on her other leg.

Her tragic situation is all due to the command of the boss of the Black Flame Gang.

In order to prevent Emilia from escaping, the Blackflame Gang paid several lives to cut Emilia's leg. Because they know that even the strongest person will only become a lamb to the slaughter once he loses his ability to move. Today, they made it clear that they didn't want Emilia to leave the Silver Pines Forest alive.

It's just that this lamb to be slaughtered is unexpectedly ferocious, and the people of the Black Flame Gang couldn't slaughter her after a long time, but she bit several to death.

Bite!

Emilia uses her dagger to slash away from her enemies, limping around and distancing herself from them. Defused a wave of attacks again, but she didn't feel much easier because of this, the action just now drained the last trace of physical strength, and her body had reached its limit.

Fatigue invaded her exhausted nerves, and she bit the tip of her tongue in an attempt to stimulate her exhausted self with pain, and forced her eyelids to close. She knew that if she closed her eyes now, she might be asleep forever.

"I'm sleepy...... Why didn't it work...... It's supposed to hurt a lot......"

Emilia was surprised to find that she didn't feel any pain, and even biting the tip of her tongue didn't stimulate her mind. Whether it is the left shoulder with the recurrence of an old injury or the bleeding right leg, all the wounds are not painful at all, but a little itchy and numb.

"I'm so sleepy......"

It would be nice to have a bed, so that you can get a good night's sleep, no need to go south, no need to care about the demon king, and no need to be a brave man.

Her body became more and more sluggish, but her consciousness became clearer. As if out of her body, she stood behind her, floating far in the air. She could see her scarred back, and she could see the screaming enemies around her.

Her thoughts drifted to the sky with the cool breeze.

Cursing Edward for not dying well, calling him a coward and a coward?

No, she didn't resent Edward at all, but felt a little relieved. Leaving her to run for her life is the attitude that Edward should have, she is a brave man, and Edward is the Demon King, and the two of them were mistaken from the beginning. Originally, they should not walk together, they should not rely on each other, and they should not quarrel all day long like a young couple. They should fight each other with all their might, block everything and fight each other until they die.

Emilia was confused.

She knew she shouldn't be so impulsive, Edward was right, they couldn't clash head-on with the Black Flames.

But why did she rush out stupidly? Could it be that she was disturbed by Edward's words?

No, absolutely impossible. Edward was her enemy, and how could the enemy's dissuasion shake her?or, deep down, she no longer regarded Edward as an enemy, but as something else......

The brave and the demon king are old enemies, and there will never be a day of reconciliation. She doesn't believe she can easily lose her position and principles.

Why is that? She would do such a stupid thing -- run in front of the enemy like an idiot and ask for something from people......

Perhaps, she was anxious to prove something.

She wanted to prove that she was not afraid at all, that even if she lost her Holy Aura, even if she was betrayed by humans, she was still the strong and brave, and she wanted to prove that she was not as weak as Edward imagined, that she was brave, that she did not need anyone's help and that she did not need to cooperate with anyone.

But maybe it's all a lie. It is precisely because these are non-existent lies that she insists on proving it to others.

"Bai Yue, what a beautiful dagger...... Unfortunately, I can't give it back to you......"

Perhaps, as Edward said, she was a complete idiot. Even so, she wouldn't admit it.

She shook off the red liquid from the white moon. The metal rubbed against the air rapidly, making a buzzing sound that seemed to cheer, cheering for the arrival of the blood sacrifice.

"Give me more," Hakutsuki said to its user.

Taking advantage of this gap, the leader of the Black Flame Gang hurriedly slipped into the tent and took out a black magic scroll from the box. Looking at the pain in his flesh, that scroll was simply his treasure, and he must not be willing to use that magic scroll until the last moment.

Emilia knew that the black thing was the Dark Arts Scroll.

Emilia also knew that her battle was over.

Having lost an arm and a leg, she couldn't escape the dark magic no matter what. That scroll could be a level 1 black magic - negative energy rays, or it could be a level 2 black magic - the howl of the banshee.

No matter which one it is, it will be more than enough to take her half-dead life.

"Vilvet, my mother...... I'm sorry, but I couldn't avenge you...... I—I'm really useless......"

With the girl's sobbing, a purple heart-shaped hairpin fell silently to the ground. The light was strangely refracted, and at some point it began, and her eyes were filled with a clear liquid, like a crystal pearl.

In the end, she finally stopped forcing herself to be strong, but chose to indulge, and chose to let tears gush out of her eyes.

The past passed by her like a marquee. Angelina's innocent smile, Kane's meticulous anger, Audley's ugly teeth and claws-

And the warm embrace that melted her......

Vilvette's embrace.

If all the unwillingness and humiliation can be turned into tears, dripping from the heart, dipped in the dirt and then disappearing, then even death is nothing to grieve.

The battle continues.

The magic scroll was rudely torn apart, and a magical element that did not belong to any of the four systems of air, earth, water, and fire gathered out of thin air, and a strange nightmarish face appeared in the air, like a banshee of man-eating flesh, and the surging death power from it announced Emilia's death sentence.

It was a level 2 black magic, the Banshee's Howl.

"Hehe, I guessed right...... So, I'm not an idiot......"

Emilia didn't surrender, she didn't sit still, she changed her comfortable position, ready to use the white moon in her hand to make a final resistance, even if that resistance was meaningless......

In the eyes of others, it was not resistance at all, it was just the self-deception of the weak, the dying throes of the loser, but Emilia didn't care, because she never flinched, she never thought about running away, and she never thought about surrendering.

She had no way out but to fight, and she didn't want to have one.

Therefore, she is the brave.

This bravery and unyielding shine dazzlingly all the time.

Therefore, only she can be favored by the God of Light.

That's why miracles exist.

The condensed dark elements are daunting, and the banshee's howl is ready to be unleashed. The people of the Black Flame Gang couldn't help but sneer at the evil spirit, as if they had seen the tragic image of Emilia lying in a pool of blood.

God's protection?

That kind of bullshit doesn't exist! Emilia is a brave man, her path is all her choice, even if there is a miracle, it is only her glory!

So, just as the army was about to start, a miracle happened.

Boom!

The almost formed banshee's howl instantly turned into a messy black mist and dissipated in the air, and the boss of the Black Flame Gang, who was originally standing in front of Emilia, suddenly disappeared in place, and in the next moment, he inexplicably appeared ten steps away, his body was cut off by a giant axe, his upper body was firmly nailed to the trunk of a tree, foaming at the mouth, and his lower body flew out with blood, and he looked like he was not alive.

"Hey, I let you kill him, but I didn't let you throw the axe out!

"His grandmother's, I don't care! The brave man who dares to hurt me, I want him to know how to write dead words!"

"Tsk...... You idiot, he's dead, how can you teach him!"

As he spoke, a silver-haired boy suddenly jumped out of the woods. With him, there was a big bald head.

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