“...... It is unbelievable that the people of Bourkeso have been so depraved by deception and lies. Cybertron lowered his head, as if thinking about something: "I know that sometimes people don't want to face the truth even if they believe a lie, and I've been ashamed of it until now - but who can lie to me now? My high-IQ people actually casually drink the blood of strangers!"

"Well, if I had thought that the development of the Bourkeso would have turned out like this, I would have given you a little more intelligence - do you feel more comfortable?" the fox in Denissa's arms raised her head and replied.

"The problems of my clan do exist, but they are not for you to pity. Rather, it is our people who disdain to be stingy with hospitality, and disdain to intrigue and intrigues. Dinisha sighed slightly: "The footsteps of the Bourkeso people have traveled all over the world, and the Bourkeso people who go out are all well-informed and will not take it lightly. However, now almost all the Bourkesus are in the Frozen Isle and Ellan, staying at home like a lady. The world is spinning non-stop, and sooner or later someone will hit us with an idea. Alas...... It's just that I didn't expect to be hit by the demon king of a demon king for the first time. ”

"I don't want to fight my people, especially the Hellroaring Clan. Cybertron covered his head and said, "Usually these people are my uncle's, and the first thing I see when I raise my sword may be my uncle, and when I cut it down, I find that the other one may be my uncle...... No, not perhaps, but definitely! The tribe is full of relatives, brothers, and sisters. Elders who played with me or watched me grow up. It's really ...... I can't do it!"

"It's pitiful, but it's hard to forgive. The fox shook his head: "Anyone has to pay for his choice, you, your family, everyone in the world. Although they did not choose to serve the demons, they drank the blood of the demons in pursuit of power and shortcuts. Desire...... If they serve the Demon King and help him kill the innocent to create his hell on earth, then they deserve to die. ”

"But they are my ......"

"Then it's up to you to do it yourself and help them get rid of the curse!" said the fox, "We all have compassion, but sometimes we can't. I also have parents, and I have relatives who died countless years ago...... I don't even remember what they looked like. Mothers save zài, children save zài, and relatives also save zài. A mother with a mother's child, a mother with a cradle - who hasn't seen a nursing mother?"

"But I don't want women's souls to cry around me! I want to die, yes, but I don't want to affect others. Cybertron interrupted the other and said, "Give me a solution, Reimu......!" Is there any way to avoid fighting with your fellow roommates?"

"Yes. The fox nodded slightly, and said with a wry smile, "You are a different kind of Bourkeso, which is why I found you, son of Hellroar." You don't have to face your people, but you do have to face something more terrifying - well, you need to face Diablo too. But...... The Holy Sword alone is not enough. ”

"What?"

"Give this to you, and maybe you'll be useful—but say it beforehand, you might save your people, maybe you'll just put your life on the line. Then, at least this Britain is what it was before the Cataclysm - your success will not determine the world, but Diablo is at least capable of changing Britain. ”

"You give me this...... What to do?" said Cybertron Tsemar, who approached Denisha and picked up the two bottles that Denisha had passed over...... Red liquid "What is this?"

"What I'm going to do is vile, shameless and scumbag - I'll let one more heir of the heroic clan die. But you have the right to refuse, and I will find someone else. The fox whispered, seemingly unable to look Cybertron in the eye, "It's sad—the point about my meanness is that I know you're going to go back and do it, even if you know you're going to die." ”

"You're wrong, I've always thought my life was more important than anyone else's. But...... That's a heavy topic. I had just had more than a beautiful wife, family, friends - and suddenly my race was destroying my soul, and I had to be a cliché savior, and then I was led to death by a mere fox. Sure enough, I'm right to hate foxes—"

"You wait with me, what do you mean to let Cybertron die?" Denisha grabbed the fox by the neck and lifted it up to herself. The tone was not good, and he even glared at her beastly silver pupils a little fiercely: "Explain clearly!"

"These are two vials of demonic blood, the source of the fall of the Cybertrons, or simply the blood of Diablo. Drink it to have the ability to fight Diablo. But...... I don't think anyone can drink this and still be alive. The first warrior to seal Diablo corrupted his soul, but he sealed Diablo into the soul stone and **** his head. The second and third positions are the same. The fox laughed miserably: "There is no way to do this, mortals are mortals after all." The Immortal King has killed the God of War and the Deathwing, so who else is the Immortal King? Can you single out the Helllord?"

"Then I'll ...... it!" said Denisha without hesitation.

"Do you think I'm going to let you do something like that? but...... After I'm dead, you can't even if you don't want to. The corners of Cybertron's mouth twitched: "What's more, I think I still have a long way to go, and the play hasn't finished yet, these two vials of blood ......"

"Without Denissa's share, I'll prepare her for her, but after you're dead - pray that you die a well-deserved death. Reimu's tone was heavy but firm, she had seen enough of countless ...... for tens of thousands of years. Similar scenes.

"Is there no other way?" Cybertron looked at the blood in the bottle and said, "I don't think I should have died in this place and in this way—"

"There's no other way, I'd do it myself if I had a choice. But...... Most of my abilities are in the seal, and there are a few demons left, and someone has to do this kind of thing. Lingmeng smiled bitterly: "Sacrifice mortals and sit back and enjoy their success, I'm really smart." ”

“...... It's also hard for you, a person who can't die for tens of thousands of years. Cybertron smiled wryly in return.

"More than 10,000 years. ”

"That's enough—give me your sword. Denisha drew her greatsword and threw the fox in her arms to Cybertron: "The next two holy swords...... This glorious mission is my life's work, and my name will forever be engraved on the same level as the Immortal King! All will remember my name, because I am going to save my race!"

“...... Denissa, as a Bourkeso you should know the importance of weapons to us, mine is mine. If you want to take it, you must kill me. Cybertron laughed, "Ah...... Can't you laugh at this time? Usually your smile is like a laugh and mockery, as if you are above the world. ”

"Can you believe that there is such a bond in the world? I live in my own world, and all of a sudden now I want to protect a person, a family! My family - I want to live to protect a person. There will be this passion in me that I can't even imagine before!" Denisha did not retreat, turned over and dismounted, "Now you give me your sword, please!"

"Don't we just give things to and fro, and if we don't speak, we don't save zài?

"That's right, you woke me up when I wanted to sleep - we were unlikely to be used by others before this guy died - I am my sister!"

Suddenly there was a discordant sound from the two holy swords, interrupting Denisha's words.

"You deserve it, you gave up on our words!--I'm my brother!"

"That's it, big stupid sister! Give up our big stupid guy!"

This conversation is chattering......

"How can this be......" said Denisha, as if suddenly defeated, "without the holy sword, I can still go and kill that Diablo! ”

"You want your husband to be a coward, a coward, a man who hides behind a woman and shivers and cries and screams to live?—and besides, I'm not dead!" Cybertron also rolled over and dismounted, and walked a few steps through the snow to his wife, who was taller than himself, "Don't curse me—and that's what I'm best suited to do." I'm fit to be around perverts, do you think I'm crazy, but I'm the best fit, I'm capable and I've got brains, I can get close to the demon and kill him. What's more, what am I doing now? I want to enjoy, I have three young and beautiful wives, I have the looks of the most 'beautiful' man in the world, I have a lot of gold, and I am still a count. ”

As he spoke, Cybertron's calm voice choked slightly, but he tried not to reveal his true feelings.

"Death is glorious! but not now—I'll find a way to succeed without drinking this damn thing," his voice was resolute, and after a moment, his closed lips curled slightly to reveal the smile he had just had—a difficult smile, and there was no more tragic silent oath than this smile: "Then, let's go find that fucking devil and kill him!"