Exhausted, that was the perfect word Luthor could think of to describe his current situation.

He gasped, and the sound sounded like an old buffalo being driven away by its owner's whip. But he has no master, and his master is himself. He is a slave and a master, that is, he is driving himself with a whip.

It's sad.

The old knight exhaled a hot breath from his throat with a hoarse voice.

It's sad, again, he thought. His lungs were about to explode, his heart was about to vomit out of his throat, and what was in front of him was blurry and shiny.

Then, finally, with a leap, Luthor managed to reach a burning trench that had been dug the day after tomorrow.

Without hesitation, he lay on the ground, and the first thing he did was to cover his head with his hands and curl up.

A few seconds later, with a strange dark sound, darkness descended on Luther's head, followed by a tremor, an apocalyptic final earthquake.

It was incessant, with dirt splattering, rocks, corpses, and miscellaneous things flying everywhere, and the wind blowing the ground violently and violently changing the entire terrain. It was only after a few minutes, when everything had completely calmed down, that Luthor opened his eyes.

The trench was no longer the one he jumped into, but a . Something indescribable, corpses and the wreckage of half an armored vehicle were piled up in front of him, and a soldier was lying reclining under the armored car, his eyes glaring at him all the time.

Luthor propped himself up on his elbows and slowly crawled over. His hearing was impaired, but he asked the question anyway.

"Are you okay?"

The soldier stared at him, as if he didn't understand what he was saying. Then he opened his mouth, and Luthor read the shape of his lips.

Titans

The old knight sighed—yes, Titan. The Titan has fallen, and a good Titan of Warlord level has been destroyed by those damned demons with cannons and some kind of evil spell, otherwise why do you think I am running like this?

He looked at the soldier again, and was about to say something, only to find that he was dead. The eyes were still wide, and the burning ashes fell on the whites of the bloodshot eyes, showing a bit of absurdity.

Luthor reached out and closed his eyes, and struggled to his feet. He lifted his blood-soaked cloak and looked at it, and found that he didn't have many weapons left, but fortunately, the dagger was still there, and that was enough.

He drew his sword, held it in his hand, and turned to look. It was found that the fallen Mars - the Alpha type, the ancient model, the Great Mars. The machine of the gods, which countless people had maintained all their lives, fell in front of his eyes.

It is as magnificent as a mountain, but it is a mountain of death.

Luthor turned around resolutely, he was sad, but he wouldn't say it explicitly, he just started to keep running.

One thing must be pointed out, though, – it's a miracle that his sense of direction hasn't gone awry with anything.

Imagine crossing every battle with precision, from the front line to the front, from one battle to another, from one battle to another, and his sense of direction still showing him the way, in such a battlefield where there is no distinction between the front line and the hinterland?

He sighed, and instead of thinking about it, he leaped into a large pit made of cannonballs.

He jumped in only to find that it was full, and a makeshift emergency field medical team was operating on some of the wounded in the pit. Luthor didn't have room to talk, he ran past them in a stride, only to suddenly turn back a few dozen meters later.

He found a doctor with a bloody face, pulled out two short submachine pistols from under his cloak and shoved them to him, who stared at him blankly, not understanding what it meant.

So Luthor began to explain patiently.

A fire lit up above him, and something whistled and flashed across the sky, turning into light and dissipating. To the east, two War Dog-level Titans were biting at the corrupted walking corpses emerging from the ground, and the standard-bearers of the 26th Panzer Division were frantically waving their flags on a dirt slope not far away, and began to blow the horn of the charge.

It was so chaotic, but Luthor's voice was still calm.

"Insurance." He pointed to a black bump on the upper edge of the pistol. "Swipe up, open, swipe down, close."

The doctor still looked at him stunned.

"It's the trigger, the adaptability, the perfect balance. The buckle is fully automatic, with a magazine of thirty rounds, and a single shot can shatter the demon's head."

He babbled as he pulled out three more magazines from under his cloak and stuffed them into the medical officer's clothes.

"Alright, that's it." Luther spread his hands. "Go do what you have to do, and if something comes to you, remember to use my gun, not that damn garbage laser gun."

He turned around and continued to run, not regretting the time he had wasted and the weapons he had given away.

Yes, they might be a little more useful in his hands, like killing some demons, saving some people, etc - but who's to say they can't do the same in the hands of others?

Every salvation is meaningful, and every living person can make a million different choices that create new hope

Alas, hope. Luthor sighed.

He suddenly swung his sword alertly, and with a flash of brilliance, the short sword slashed off two rotten heads. Luthor scanned his surroundings with his sword, then immediately ran wildly, running away before more of the swarming walking corpses reached out to pull him down.

Damn, he's starting to get better at thinking, and he can't stop thinking at all. There were many times when it was his instinct that saved him. Speaking of instincts, is human instinct supposed to take precedence over thinking?

Wait, what's coming again?

Luthor's eyes narrowed, keenly aware that something was wrong with her at the moment. He slowly stopped, found a fairly high dirt slope, and began to observe the situation on the battlefield.

The first thing he saw was the white scars of a conspicuous group of warriors, the Chagatai Khan. The eagles of the prairie tirelessly drove their battle bikes up and down the battlefield, and Luthor couldn't figure out where they got all that fuel.

He silently wished that the eagles would never fall.

He then set out to search for the nearby Dark Angel - unsurprisingly, he didn't see any of them. Before the term "front" collapsed, and when there were still differences between positions, they were already on the front line to fight.

Very good. Luthor thought. This means that I don't have a problem with my sense of direction, and I'm now behind the flanks that the White Scars are responsible for

How did I do it?

He glanced down at the power dagger in his hand, his prosthetic leg gripping it firmly. On the sleek metal grip, the personal imprint from the Lord of the Fourth Legion was still very clear, but the anti-slip lines on the grip were blurred at the moment.

Luthor looked intently at the sword and nodded suddenly. He raised his hand and stabbed the dagger deep into his chest. With a shrill chirp, something rushed out of his shadow, glowing with a brilliant blue light.

It screamed and flapped its wings and lunged at Luther's face, only to be grabbed by a creaking prosthetic limb midway through.

Luthor coughed and drew his dagger, and instead of blood, a viscous mechanical maintenance fluid spilled out of the gap in his armor. He used the nerve link to cancel the prosthetic's over-limit output mode without changing his face, and the crunching sound immediately dissipated.

He stared at the bird in his hand and shook his head slowly. The latter opened its beak as if to say something, but Luthor didn't give it a chance.

He squeezed it into a mass of meat sauce, and subspace maggots erupted from beneath the bursting feathers and muscular bones, splashing him all over. Luthor shook his hands in disgust, but a dangerous howl rang out in his ears.

He immediately raised his sword and raised his head, however, the one who fell from the sky was not the enemy.

Luthor saw who he was, and immediately sheathed his sword.

"Lord St. Giles!"

He pounced on him, picking up the Bal Angel, who had barely stood on his feet after landing, and was shocked in his heart - what could have injured the Lord of the Ninth Legion like this?

The angel's broken wings met his eyes, and Luther was terrified to find that the angel's wings were covered in foul blood and burnt black, and even the feathers were no longer as dense as before. It is not an exaggeration to call St. Giles at this moment with a sentence full of bruises, and it even seems a little understatement.

"Is the enemy still nearby?" Luthor was silent for half a second, then suddenly drew his sword again.

"It's dead." St. Giles gasped. "I banished it, Mr. Luther."

The angel looked down at him and smiled. The bloodstained and bruised face did not hide the brightness of the smile, and Luthor was stunned, not understanding why St. Giles was smiling, until he heard his next sentence.

"It should be appropriate to call you Mr. now, right?" The angel winked at him, his tone relaxed and natural. "Leon doesn't seem to have asked you to return to the First Legion?"

The old knight twitched at the corners of his mouth at no idea what to think, and had to show a strange and mysterious expression.

"I won, Mr. Luther." The angel said slowly. "And every win counts."

"In short, I looked at the ground while flying and saw that our troops were fighting on their own. This situation must be reversed, and all loyalists should fight side by side. We've got to find a way to rebuild the chain of command, and to do that, we're going to have to find every one of my brothers. ”

"I agree with you." Luther nodded solemnly, and helped the angel to the bottom of the dirt slope.

St. Giles sat down slowly, exhaling a breath of air that still smelled of blood. Fragments of armor slipped silently from his shoulders and fell to the ground. Even the golden hair seemed to be the color of blood.

"So, do you have a clue?" The angel asked. "I mean, about Leon?"

"I'm looking for him too." Luthor replied worriedly, and he looked at the archangel.

The latter smiled slightly and said, "If you have anything you want to say, just say it." ”

"I think maybe we should get out of here quickly." Luthor said with a frown. "And, I'm not sure if I can still be trusted now"

He reached out and pointed to the dead bird not far away.

"It somehow influenced my thinking. It even hid in my shadow to do it. ”

"So, how do you know you can be trusted?" The angel thought for half a second, and quickly asked back, but he didn't ask whether Luthor's sudden explanation was reasonable.

Luther narrowed her eyes and stood a few steps away to look at the angel. The misty glow still manifested itself around the angels, bringing with them a gentle and uplifting force.

The old knight smiled, walked back to the angel, and carefully lifted him up.

"Why, Mr. Luther?" St. Giles asked curiously.

"How can you tell the reason for such a thing?" Luthor shrugged with a sense of humor. "You are who you are, and nothing can really impersonate your image. Just like the emperor, the emperor is the emperor, and as soon as he appears, we can all know it. ”

The angel was stunned by these words, and he was silent for a moment, and then he sighed.

"yes." He said slowly. "After all, we are already in such a battlefield, and intuition is probably much more useful than reason, that is, it is really a tinder."

"What, sir?"

"Nothing." St. Giles smiled sadly at him. "It's just that I think we probably have hope."

He was right, sixty-five seconds after their restart, countless golden lights streaked across the sky, shining like meteors, illuminating the earth and their faces.

——

"We're the key, we're the keyhole, we're the door—" Azek Ahriman said with difficulty. "—please, wake up. The torch must continue to burn."

He knelt beside the four unconscious men and kept repeating the phrase. He clutched a book tightly, almost praying, or crying.

He didn't realize it yet, but the lion could see it. Azek Ahriman's face was stained with bright red tears, which meant that he genuinely believed that these four men were his brothers

An illusory golden arm stretched out from the blind spot of the male lion's vision.

"That's exactly what he thinks, Leon."

Ruth's voice came from his side, and the lion frowned silently, but it still couldn't drown out the babbling, incessant voice of the Fenris.

"Time has made the bond between them, but what really makes this bond indestructible is actually the heartache and the decision to die, but the realization after death is not at all."

"Azek Ahriman was once blind and short-sighted, just like his father. Magnus, however, made his change, and against his constructed false nature, he slammed headlong into the monument of truth engraved with sacrifice with determination and a single blow. Naturally, his son followed in his footsteps. ”

Ruth let out a long sigh.

"Alas, to be honest, my feelings are really complicated when I see this scene. Do you know? Not long ago, Ahriman was on my ship trying to investigate his father's whereabouts."

You're endless. The male lion gritted his teeth and thought. He really felt the urge to throw the wolf spear in his hand and throw it away.

"Even if you throw it away, you won't be able to get rid of me."

Ruth's form appeared behind Azek Ariman as he shrugged his shoulders and waved at the lion.

"Besides, I don't think you're really going to throw it away, are you, Leon?"

The lion was silent.

"Hah!" Ruth burst out laughing. "Don't be so serious, brother, laugh at one, okay? Things are gradually improving, and now we only need one final step to completely ignite hope."

You finally said something constructive. The lion looked at him coldly and thought.

"But the problem is that the last step is often the hardest."

The Fenris retracted his smile and crouched down over to one of the four.

In the makeshift marching tent, the four wounded had received the best medical assistance the lion could find in the current situation, but they were still unconscious, showing no signs of waking up.

Ruth, on the other hand, borrowed one of them at this moment and pointed out the real reason behind the incident.

"It's a matter of willpower, Leon." Ruth said solemnly, observing Sigismund's closed eyes intently.

"Believe it or not, Rogge's theory is correct. With enough willpower, one person can do anything. In the real world, this phrase simply doesn't make fucking bullshit. ”

He raised his head, looked at the expressionless lion, and suddenly said, "Don't tell him I said this, I don't want to let him go to my tombstone and keep talking, anyway-"

He stood up and shook his head.

The reason why his theory is true and correct is because the place we are in now is not in the real universe. I think you're aware of that, right? Those ubiquitous forces of chaos? ”

The lion nodded silently.

"In a world like this, willpower can decide everything."

Ruth raised his finger to his temple, the eyes of the barbarian king with great sagacity.

"Willpower can even make them refuse to die. Brother, let me tell you a story. ”

He walked slowly up to the lion, and despite the latter's frown, he put his hand on his shoulder, and suddenly grinned again.

"You see, those five are brothers who are not related by blood."

He spoke in a low voice, his voice still full of pleasure.

"The first one counted from left to right is Saul Tavitz, from the Emperor's son. His genetic father was Fogham of Chemus, and his father had driven him away from the eagles, which, however you might have described, seemed to me to be a protective drive. ”

"Most of his brothers are already crazy or still on their way, but he is different. His father demanded that he be avenged by the wrongdoers, and the upright Saul Tavitz decided to do so. ”

"He's been put on trial with our old Machado, and he's taken something he doesn't need at all now, and doesn't even know it exists. As soon as the war began, he was in a desperate fortress. ”

"Side by side with him, the big man in golden armor who is also lying next to him is called Thunder. That's not his real name, of course, but we shouldn't care so much, right, Leon? ”

Ruth hugged him with a smile, and the lion instinctively straightened up, trying to keep himself unaffected in this hug, but saw that the illusory golden arm went straight through his armor and body, and it didn't make any difference.

The lion hung his head in silence.

The Fenris took in the reaction, but said nothing, continuing his story.

"He was one of the millions of secrets his father kept, and he was one of the last survivors of an army and an era. Fathers are sometimes ruthless, you know? Of course you do. ”

The lion silently responded to the wolf king's black joke with his jaw, to which Ruth whistled.

"Father can not hesitate to abandon some people who are clearly loyal to him, or use them as tools and send them to death. Ha, it's dark. ”

He chuckled again for the rest of his life.

"But, considering that this old man is even more cruel to himself, I don't think we are in a position to make irresponsible comments about his actions. After all, he's going to put the whole of humanity on his shoulders."

"Thunder saw this clearly, so he was willing to raise his head from the endless blood feud and help him again. He has been working with the Palm Sealer for a long time and fully understands the necessity behind each order. Therefore, he fought until the last moment in the Hall of the Star Torch. ”

"Because of this, he gained four new brothers, and one of them was the most reticent."

Ruth shook his head with a sigh, and pointed at Sigismund, who was lying on the ground, and spat out something that seemed to be a complaint and a compliment.

"How do you say that stuffy stone of Rogge has such a good son?"

What happened to him? The male lion asked wordlessly.

"He's strong." The Fenris replied solemnly. "Sigismund, don't tell me you forgot who he is, Leon. I know that he did a terrible feat of one-on-six when he visited your flagship. ”

He's really strong, I know, but my question is, what's wrong with him? The lion asked about the impatience and anger of Ruth for not opening the pot.

"He's a little too strong." Ruth shrugged. "My father had prepared a sword for him, but before he could get his hands on it, he understood what his father wanted him to understand. However, I don't think it's surprising considering what they've all been through in the Hall of the Torch."

He abruptly stopped talking and moved on to another question.

"Do you want to know what they went through inside the Hall of the Torch?"

The head of a male lion.

Of course he wanted to know.

"Ten thousand years." Ruth smiled and spat out the word. "Tell me, how do you feel about this word?"

Long. The lion thought.

"That's right, it's long." Ruth continued to smile. "So, let's stretch 10,000 years, stretch it to a second is a year, stretch it to the point that time becomes broken, and stretch it so long that time itself no longer even has any meaning."

He raised his right hand and spread his palm in front of the lion.

"Nothingness." Fenris said solemnly. "That's what they're going through."

The lion stared back with an equally serious gaze.

"Saul Tavitz experienced betrayal, massacre, and fratricide, and was eventually asked by his father to stay away from his legion."

"Thunder survived a top-down purge and survived to this day, with a hatred big enough to shock you and me. And the one who personally ordered the purge of his army was the lord he served. ”

"Sigismund is a reinforcement, and he should have brought people to support the Hall of the Torch, but his troops were all killed and wounded along the way. He pushed his way through it, trying to reach his destination, each second more tormented than the last. He knew that even if he reached his destination, his mission would have failed. ”

"Björn experienced the brutal reverberations of my death, and he lost his name once. He retrieved it, but his heart was still full of pain, for he knew that the wolves would never again be what they were familiar with. What's more, how many people can survive the people he is familiar with? ”

"Azek Ahriman made a terrible mistake with his own hands, and both his legion and his original body paid for it. He wanted to die, but he couldn't. He wanted to atone for his sins, but he didn't have the strength to atone for his sins, he was just a crippled waste now. Nothingness, brother, all five of them have some kind of more or less hollowness in their hearts."

He clenched his palms.

"So my father chose them." Ruth said. "Fight nothingness with nothingness, and fight against a hellish mortal state with people who have no attachment to survival."

The lion clenched his sword and spear.

"They died and were born again and again in that long and incalculable time, and their father's strength bore the price for them, and their will became more and more condensed in these countless cruel deaths, all for the sake of the present."

Ruth left him, strolled over to the lying four and the kneeling one, and slowly spread his arms.

"Do you understand what they're going to do?"

The lion slowly exhaled a cloudy breath.

"They want to refuse death."

As the words fell, the light-like figure suddenly dissipated, and the breeze shook a corner of the tent. Saul Tavitz was the first to open his eyes. He coughed spasmodically, blood escaping from his lips and teeth. Thunder followed, sitting up with fists clenched. Sigismund awakens by shouting Roger Dorn's name, and Bjorn announces his rebirth with a wolf howl.

Azek Ahriman looked at them in amazement, completely speechless, with tears in his eyes.

"That way, the key is back in the keyhole, the door can be pushed open, and hope is about to be rekindled." The lion muttered a sigh of relief to his dead brother. "Let's go outside, brother, the sky must be beautiful at the moment."

The lion did as he was told, striding out. Ruth was right, the sky was indeed beautiful at the moment.

His face and armor were illuminated by an endless stream of golden light, and the darkness in the sky was completely eliminated, illuminated as bright as day by billions of golden points of light. A gentle breeze blew from across the earth, and there was no stench of demons.

Instinctively, the lion looked back and saw a huge pillar of light burning with unprecedented brightness. Countless monsters, countless nightmares, all screamed in front of this burning pillar of light and completely melted.

Leon Eltheuson had nothing left to say, he couldn't speak anymore. He just suddenly felt that the pillar of light was not a star torch.

"It is, but it's also hope."

Ruth's voice rang in his ears again, and the points of light recondensed into the majestic and wild form of the Wolf King.

"Humanity has come to this day by sacrifice, brother, and those points of light—"

The Bacchus Spear dragged the lion's arm and slowly pointed it to the sky, the tip of the spear lit up with light, and in the sky, a huge vortex slowly condensed.

Seconds later, the massive hulls of the Nightfall and the Makulag burst out of the vortex at breakneck speed, and then a whole large fleet was formed. Continuously, one after another, without any trace of depravity. The Imperial Aquila glittered, and the Legion insignia shone like lightning.

They had a hard journey, they were tormented, they were anxious about anger, sadness, and powerlessness. At this point, I finally returned home.

"—It is the countless souls whose souls have returned to the Golden Throne in this battle." Riemann Ruth said softly. "It's just that, in this way, all that we dead can do for you has been done. What's next? ”

He paused, his voice suddenly became a little strange, and then he burst out laughing.

"Oh, wait, that's pretty strange. Leon, are you crying? ”

The lion said, "Yes." ”

"What?"

"Yes, I'm crying." Leon Eljonson repeated. "Only, I still don't know anything, Ruth."

"What's the matter?" The Wolf King asked gently.

"How are we going to win?" The lion asked sincerely.

Ruth curled the corners of his mouth and said, "We're going to wait for a gem." ”

Yes, I stayed up late – but I couldn't sleep at all without writing this paragraph. The state of the creator is time-limited.,Anyway, I'm rolling off to sleep now.,I hope I can wake up and see a lot of reviews (escape)

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