Tails lay on the ground, trembling and sweating from the pain.

His whole body was almost numb.

It wasn't the most intense he'd ever experienced, but it was definitely one of the hardest, most painful, and most procrastinating pains.

The left wrist, the left calf, and the right knee alternately came from pinpricks, blunt cuts, and even oppressive pain, wave after wave, wave after wave.

He wanted to stand up, at least move a few steps on the ground, and get out of the battlefield, but as long as the movement was slightly larger, the pain would spread from the wound to the brain, infinitely magnified.

He could only close his eyes and try his best to breathe, not even caring about the desperate struggle between the two men.

Listening to the sound of the fight in his ears, Tails' face distorted, beads of sweat the size of beans slid down his forehead, and he felt as if a century had passed - he suddenly had a great desire for "fainting".

And the truth seemed to be developing towards his craving: after the persistent pain gradually exceeded the limit of his tolerance, Tails began to become confused, and the muscles and tendons of his body, especially the injured area, began to twitch uncontrollably.

He fainted in pain.

But at this very moment.

"Boom!"

The surging sound of the tide sounded from Tails' ear tubes, temporarily covering the sound of the fight in his ears.

The young man who was struggling to endure the pain in the muddy nightmare was suddenly startled and a little sober!

This feeling......

Like, it was like something had suddenly spilled into his veins.

It's it.

Tyers, tormented by his injuries, twisted his face with all his might, wiped his nose and mouth on the ground, took a breath of dusty air, coughed hard, and then came to his senses.

That's the sin of the River of Hell.

It was the Black Sword that had warned him, the most dangerous of the powers.

One of his most distant companions in the midst of disaster and pain, and one of the most unforgettable experiences of his life.

"Boom ......"

I don't know when it started, and the sin of the prison river, which had been passively answering the call before, surged uncontrollably.

Like a fierce beast out of the cage, it is extremely excited, and it roars before hunting.

Its "voice" is getting louder and louder.

Tails seemed to have the illusion of pain, dizziness, weakness - the sin of the Hellriver was at ease in this mortal state, and the power of the end invaded every cell in its master's body like a river overflowing a dry and cracked riverbank.

Including the brain.

At that moment, Tails took a comfortable breath - it was as if his whole body had been put into warm water, and the pain and pain had turned into a mild numbness that temporarily disappeared from perception.

Time seemed to stop again.

Tails lay on the ground weakly, staring blankly at the loess rock wall ahead.

It's weird.

His mind flashed through the battle that had just begun.

Nicolai's razor-sharp blade sliced through his shield, slicing his sword, and sweeping him down.

The image of the blade that would determine his doom appeared in front of him, replaying it over and over again.

He shouldn't have stopped.

Confused, Tails thought dimly.

The Sins of the River of Hell licked through his wounds like the flames of hell, bringing pinprick stimulation.

Yes, he shouldn't have stopped.

Tails gritted his teeth, and his limbs swelled with an urge to get up and fight again.

When the weapon was gone, he shouldn't have stopped, he could have gone against the trend, and the asahi sword still pierced his shoulder.

Then, with half of the broken sword left in his hand, he pushed it out—Nicolai's blade was unstoppable, and he pressed all his strength on it, and he must have no power or time to defend it—and pushed it into the opponent's neck.

It may cost you a lot, yes, but Nicollet has to lose a lot.

He's going to be miserable.

The hazy Tails smiled unconsciously, his right hand clenching unconsciously - as if the broken sword was still in his hand.

With this thought, the sins of the Hellriver surged again with joy, making a roaring tidal sound.

Oh, yes.

Don't dodge, ignore defenses, and give up backing.

Forward.

Only forward.

In the direction of the enemy......

The dim Tails in front of him trembled and coughed violently, his mouth and nose covered in blood.

Bloody......

Feel the feeling of the broken blade piercing the enemy's artery, feel the heat of the opponent's neck blood gushing thin, and feel the despair of his gradual loss of vitality.

Fight in blood.

Until death.

Tails slowly closed his eyes and grinned.

Next time......

There will be another time......

That's it......

That's it......

"Boom!"

As the last shred of his consciousness vanished, the sin of the Prison River boiled over!

Not far from Tails, Monty's face stiffened, his whole body tensed, and his arms locked on Nicola's neck.

Feel the struggle of the other party at the last second.

However, the Death Crow was slightly stunned.

Nicolais, who had only the last bit of consciousness and strength left, raised the Rising Japanese saber tremblingly in his left hand, the hilt of which crumbled in his hand.

In the next second, Monty's eyes flashed.

A golden-red glow like a scorching sun lit up from the golden blade!

Stabbed Monty's vision blackened instantly!

"Ahh

The Death Crow closed his eyes tightly and couldn't help but snort.

But he did not waver in the slightest when he was able to kill and kill him, but hunched his back again and stepped up the strength of his hands!

Locking the neck of the Meteorite.

Just a little longer, a little longer......

That's it.

Monty, who had closed his eyes tightly, blushed and thought bitterly.

But he soon realizes that the Asahi saber brings more than just a glare of light.

Monty's arms shuddered violently—and suddenly there was a sharp heat on Nicola's skin!

It's not water, it's not fire.

It's a sharp pain that goes deep into the bone marrow!

"Ahhhhh

Monty couldn't help screaming, his arms could no longer maintain their original state, and he seemed to lose consciousness, let go in an instant, and the whole person stumbled backwards!

"Bang!"

The Raven fell to the ground in pain, but he could no longer care about anything else, but he could only beat his hands and the unprovoked flames on his chest.

Wrong.

Wrong!

Monty looked in disbelief at the unconscious Meteorite on his knees, whose skin seemed to be covered in a golden-red glow, and there was a burst of heat.

It's -

Before the frightened Monty could figure it out, the burning sensation on his body widened.

Suddenly, there were multiple fires on the body of the dead crow!

It was as if there was an invisible blazing flame that instantly enveloped Monty.

"you—" Monty roared in pain, and halfway up threw himself backwards.

Not only these places, but also the head, shoulders, legs, waist, chest......

"Damn it, Thorn!!"

The Death Raven fell to the ground with a pained expression and rolled wildly all the time!

Trying to extinguish the strange flames.

In front of him, Nicolai, freed from his restraints, fell to his knees weakly, holding down the red-hot saber of the rising sun under the palm of his hand.

The red light around Nicolas gradually dissipated.

The Meteorite landed on all fours, trembling as if he hadn't breathed air in his life, gulping in gulps, feeling the luck of the shortage of energy pouring back into his brain, and even his fingers trembled.

Above his neck, Nicolais's face had never been so red—like the color of blood.

For a moment, all that remained was the screams and rolls of the Dead Crows, and the wheezing of the Meteorites at any cost.

A minute passed, and Monty finally extinguished the last inch of fire on his body, but his description was extremely miserable—white smoke was coming out of his body, and his clothes were covered in burn marks, especially on his arms.

The Raven groaned in pain, and the unpleasant smell of burnt burnt spread.

Nicolas was still lying on his stomach weakly, the surrounding wasteland had long since turned black, and there was a small amount of light smoke from the man's body.

Both men fell to the ground, one weak and unable to get up, and the other badly burned.

"What's that?"

Monty lay on his back on the ground, trembling all over, and said in a dying voice: "I have never heard of it...... The Rising Japanese sword can still be used like this. ”

Nicollet struggled to raise his head in Monty's direction, shaking his head vigorously, his eyes glazed over, as if he had just recovered from the nightmare of being locked in his neck.

He gasped for breath and used the last of his strength to lie down on his side.

"Legendary Anti-Demon Forces...... It will be influenced by the user, and in the hands of different people, it will more or less adapt and change - like the power of the end. ”

Nicolai's expression was distracted, as if he had just been tortured, and he tried his best to clench the asahi saber that no longer shone brightly, and said weakly and intermittently, "I have seen it...... Tulha used the Rising Japanese Saber as a magic spear in the narrow passage...... Create terrifying flames and explosions. ”

Monty hissed as he struggled to get up.

"Don't move, Monty," the Starfall Faller hung his head, his voice faintly spoken, the words full of exhaustion, "if you don't want to burn to ashes." ”

"I'm still ...... Poorly controlled...... It'......"

Monty froze slightly.

He sighed softly and lay back down.

Seeing the enemy lying down, Nicola, who had consumed a huge amount of money, breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the Asahi Japanese saber in his hand with a depressed expression: "As you can see, I, I ...... I really can't get along with this broken knife, and for six years, I can only do it...... That's it. ”

There was a moment of silence between the two.

"'Only'?"

Monty laughed miserably, trembling and stretched out his arms that were burned out of his armor and his skin was charred, only to feel that the last trace of strength also disappeared with the burning: "You just made yourself a pair of flame armor with the Rising Japanese Sword, and you roasted me half-cooked, and you call this 'Can't Fit'?"

Nicolai smiled, looking at Monty with a particularly complicated look in his eyes.

"No, you haven't been a captain, you haven't read the Book of the White Blades - in the records, the Broken Soul Blade once single-handedly resisted the tens of thousands of Eastern Continent armies of the Nightwing King, but if I hold it, I can only block and isolate the hundreds of people at best. ”

The Meteorite seemed to be rested, his words became fluent, and he said gloomily: "The rising sun, which claims to be able to burn all things, has also become an armor in my hands that uses flames to protect and defend itself. ”

"I guess, even if I have made a soul killing gun in a no-man's land for hundreds of miles, in my hands, it can only become a 'don't approach the living, and those who come close will die'. ”

Nicola looked up and smiled wryly: "Otherwise, I don't want to fight so ugly." ”

Monty, gasping for pain, looked at him for a moment.

"What?"

The Dead Raven looked at his opponent in disbelief: "You mean, the current situation, is this what you thought about from the beginning?"

"Lure me into showing up and settling the battle with the Rising Japanese Saber?"

It couldn't be - Monty looked at his old comrade, his boss, his captain in a daze, as if he didn't know him anymore for a moment.

Nicolas lowered his eyes and pursed his lips.

"From the beginning of the fight, I was at the biggest disadvantage. ”

"You've earned the lead, hidden in the dark, and I'm not lightly injured, my combat power is declining, plus this terrain," the Meteorite said this, looking at Tails, who seemed to be unconscious in the distance, and pouted:

"This is the battle you are best at, the most advantageous battlefield, and I can't find you even if I look for another twenty years, I can't fight back, I can only ** in vain. ”

"Coupled with that kid's interference, I'm not sure I'll be able to catch your crossbow bolts alive. ”

Monty's whole body stiffened.

"All I can do is hold that kid, pretend to lose my mind, and risk two arrows from you—even sacrificing my leg for it," Nikolay, who seemed to finally get rid of the after-effects of the neck lock, slowly sat up and reached for the injury on his calf: "Try to hook you out and kill me at close range." ”

Monty gritted his teeth slightly.

The Meteorite looked at Monty with a miserable look in his eyes: "Of course, it's still very risky, the timing of your appearance is too cunning, and the twisting lock is too fast, I don't even have a chance to counteract, and I almost fainted directly." ”

Monty took a deep breath, tiredness in his eyes.

"Son of a bitch," said the dead crow, lying on the ground, in disappointment, "if it weren't for the haste - I should have made a few poisonous arrows a few days in advance." ”

"Hmph," Nicolas tugged at the corners of his mouth and began to bandage his wound silently, "do you know where you lost?" ”

Monty didn't speak, clenching his burned fists slightly.

"You've been a scout guard for too long, and you're used to keeping absolutely safe distances. ”

Nicolai seemed a little sentimental, and his hand movement was slight: "You are used to attacking from behind, and one blow will kill." ”

"I'm guessing you've forgotten what it's like to be bloodied face-to-face. ”

"Yes. ”

The Death Crow frowned slightly, and then said suspiciously: "But you, Thorn, you ......"

"When will you be able to think so much about going to war at the same time?"

Nicollet shook his head, with mixed emotions in his eyes: "A commander always has to think one step more than others. ”

"You're different. Monty tried his best to sit up, exhaled through the pain, and said unwillingly, "Like Caslan, a man who fights with his brain...... Do you still know me, the prickly head with a disgusting face, annoying people, and murderous red eyes?"

Nicolai smiled reluctantly, and pulled out the bolt from his calf.

"Can you say it now?"

The Meteorite tore open his clothes and tied up the wound on his calf, and the Rising Japanese Saber was within his reach: "Why?"

"Why betray us. ”

Monty closed his eyes in despair and put the back of his head back on the ground.

"Does it matter? ”

"We're already like this," the dead crow's voice was unusually tired, "let's do it." ”

"End it. ”

Nicollet was silent for a moment.

He turned his head: Tails was unconscious on the ground, motionless.

In the next second, the Meteorite's wounded hands were violently forced, and his calves were tightened: "This is very important. ”

"Because I'm your captain," the Starfaller's eyes were like knives, slowly transferring from the wound to Monty, "it's your leader." ”

Monty laughed and slowly shook his head on the ground: "Ridiculous, you like to catch up on old ......"

Nicolai suddenly raised his voice and interrupted him vigorously: "Because I am the commander of the White-Bladed Guard!"

"The Head of the White Blade!"

His expression was distorted, and he gritted his teeth: "I should be the one who has been leading you, protecting you, and spurring you." ”

"Ned, fucking Monty!"

Nicolas threw a hard punch and slammed it into the ground around him that burned beyond recognition.

He loosened his teeth and gasped softly.

The man's pale face sank: "And what if...... If something goes wrong with any of you, it's my responsibility. ”

"I failed. ”

The Dead Raven shook slightly.

Nicolas reached into his breastplate and clenched a small stone.

He tried his best to keep his expression unchanged, and his voice was slightly choked: "And I...... I need to know why. ”

"I need to know, I need to know," said Nicollet, after a long pause, before he spoke:

"Why. ”

Silence returned to the earth, except for the mournful whimper of the breeze blowing through the crevices of the rocks.

"Hahaha," Monty reopened his eyes and looked at the clear blue sky, his laughter was a little bitter: "Thorn, you've really changed." ”

"I finally know why you were able to kill Kaslan, even in his old age. ”

Nicollet didn't answer anything, just squeezed the stone tighter and tighter.

"It can be seen that whether it is fighting or ...... You've got it all ...... Beyond Kaslan. ”

The dead crow's eyes were misty: "Even if it is the heyday of 'shaking the earth', it is just the current you - obviously not outstanding anywhere, obviously usually inconspicuous, obviously looking ordinary, but when it comes to actual combat, no matter the good times, the danger, the first hand, the second hand, no matter what kind of enemy, as long as they stand on the ground, they just can't beat him." ”

Monty sneered, "Worse, it's better." ”

Nicolai slammed his fist on the ground again, with a slight anger: "Don't mention him again." ”

"After today, you have time – to confess to him in person. ”

He was answered by Monty's wistful laughter: "Hahahaha...... Here comes the problem, the thorn ......"

"You worship him so much, worship the 'iceberg'?"

The Dead Crow laughed breathlessly, "But do you really know him?"

Nicolas frowned slightly.

Monty struggled to lift his upper body and move against a low rock, his chin burned, making his smile more ominous: "Do you know what kind of existence Caslan Rumba is?"

Nicolais's heart sank.

He remembered the day six years ago, when Kaslan was at Valhalla, and had stopped breathing for good.

Monty sighed softly, with endless sadness and emotion in his eyes: "I really miss that day......"

"Thorn, we officially swear a sword oath, from the day when we are candidates for the Guard, and officially become new members of the Guard. ”

Nicolas realized this, and he looked up thoughtfully.

I only heard Monty say quietly: "At least, we still have a choice that day." ”

"And after that day, my future, my life, will never be brighter again," he silently said.

"There was only darkness. ”

(End of chapter)