Eleven hours after the end of the war, Kaurir still believed that Carlil should not have left his hospital bed and walked around.

The War Leader's worries and insistences were justified, and for a man with a serious injury that had not healed – in fact, could not heal – bed rest was the best option.

However, his persuasion was met with only a 'I insist' and a calm stare. The nutrient solution was cut off, and the bandages were wrapped around the still bloody bodies of the servants, who would soon be completely drenched in blood.

It also meant that Carlil's time of activity was severely limited, and in the words of the pharmacists, he had to change his bandages regularly, in order to avoid infection.

Inferior excuses. Keur thought so, but he didn't show it at the time, but did hide it very well.

He walked expressionlessly through the fortress built by the Children of the Red Sands, absentmindedly observing the burning candles and the sculptures everywhere, feeling a strange familiarity.

This weather-beaten and war-torn fortress has the style of an Astarte monastery, presumably due to some of the traditions within the Children of the Red Sands.

They still aspire to fight alongside the war dogs, and people will always change their surroundings for something, like the Night Spirit

Thinking of this, Kayor's two hearts couldn't help but thump. He stopped, his face gloomy.

A warship that had been in service for 10,000 years was thus 'decommissioned' under him, and although she did die a well-deserved death, it was still an unacceptably huge loss.

What if you get a new warship? The Soul of the Night is gone, and even if the new ship had enough firepower to carry on the name, it would not be able to replace the Soul of the Night and its 10,000-year-old stendency.

With a heavy sigh, Keur gathered up and continued toward his destination, picking up his pace. However, after only a few minutes, he left the interior of the fortress and made his way to its badly damaged walls.

The smoke had not yet cleared, and the walls were covered with blood, which had long seeped into the masonry and steel. Only a dozen or so of smoking machine guns and artillery can still be fired.

Around them, a few servants were diligently cleaning and repairing, while the surviving soldiers of the 67th Panzer Regiment of the Children of the Red Sand stood on the other side, strictly observing military discipline and patrolling with guns.

Looking at this scene, Keur, who was standing in the shadows, nodded imperceptibly - there are not many Astral Troops with strict military discipline, and even fewer can continue to maintain this quality after the war.

These people are indeed holding themselves to the highest standards and working hard all their lives in order to one day set foot in Nukeria and participate in the selection

He stepped out of the shadows, righting a servant who had been misidentified by his sensor due to his sudden appearance.

The latter's feet collided with each other with a loud bang, and it raised its head and looked at him, but it did not receive any orders. So it lowered its head and went on to clean up the blood.

The two soldiers not far away turned their heads sharply at the sound, and the light guns in their hands were ready to fire. Kaul nodded at them, and only after two awkward smiles did he speak.

"Good day, loyal soldiers." Keul said.

He was a little sick to his stomach.

Whenever and wherever he tried to speak in this majestic, detached, and extremely official tone, he would have this unseemly vomiting sensation

It's as if there's a cynical part inside him yelling: Don't do this, don't act like you're a hero!

"Good day, sir!" A soldier stood in salute and shouted at the same time. "It's an honor to fight alongside you!"

Keur bowed his head again, ignoring the compliment that made him feel a little uncomfortable, and said in a deep voice: "It is very rare that you still have not let your guard down. The son of the red sand is indeed disciplined, where is your commander? ”

"I am." A tired woman came over with a gun in her arms and introduced herself to Caiur. "I'm their company commander, Sophie, at least for now. Is there anything wrong with you, my lord? ”

"I would like to ask you and your brothers to leave the city wall for a while, it won't take long, thirty minutes." Kaul said. "My brothers and I have something we want to do here."

The woman looked at him a little confused, but didn't say anything, just saluted and issued an order at the top of her voice.

Her roar sounded very loud, and the soldiers patrolling the fortress walls immediately responded to her words, dragging their tired bodies back into the fortress.

They will enjoy a precious and hard-earned thirty-minute break, which they can take advantage of to take a nap or smoke a cigarette to relax themselves.

They had so much to do, but Keur didn't see the slightest joy in the faces of the soldiers, and some of them even had a hidden dissatisfaction and didn't want to leave their duties.

"It seems that faith can really change people." A hoarse voice said behind him.

Keur turned his head, and in the dim light of the litatra afternoon, he saw a man in a thick robe with his face covered in bandages.

He restrained his shock and bowed his head in greeting: "Instructor." ”

"You seem to be a little surprised." The instructor said. "Why?"

His tone was definitely not good, in fact, the overflowing madness and violence were almost overflowing.

Keur looked into his eyes in silence, and between the layers of blood-stained bandages, he saw two eyes that were completely dark. The light reflected off the sky of Litatra was reflected in it, scattered into cloudy and somehow scattered specks of light.

At a cursory glance, it looks like two cold silver fences. So, it's a prison.

But what does it lock?

"Forgive me for my gaffes." Mr. Carlil said he seemed to recognize something from Kayul's silence and reaction, but it was difficult for him to even utter the apology, which sounded even more like a threat.

Kaul wanted to say something, but couldn't. He nodded wordlessly, then took a step back and gestured to the other Shadow Knights who were still in the shadows.

Not far away, several shouts were heard from below the walls, seemingly screams from civilians who had survived.

The people of Chaodu also have a limit to what they can bear, they are not inhabitants of the Garden World, they live a good life, and their blood is noble. These thugs, liars, and cunning citizens who have dealt with them for years are strong enough, but they still can't get above it.

The burning city and the 'legacy' left behind by the demons were too much for them, if not a little.

Kaurir withdrew his gaze and looked at their instructor again, only to find that the latter was staring in a certain direction. The odious wind with the smell of gunpowder and blood blew, and there was a blood mark on his right cheek.

The corners of Kayor's eyes twitched unconsciously.

"Faith"

Karil spoke at the right time, and he turned his head and touched his face, but the bandage on his finger was also stained with blood. He didn't seem surprised by this, the bandages on his face distorted slightly, and Kaul heard a chuckle.

"It's really funny, 10,000 years ago, we all thought of faith as a kind of spiritual poison, and now it turns out that "

Kayur's heart sank, not for anything but the adjective 'we'.

"It's ironic, Kayor. We all hate religion so much that we ourselves have to pick it up and use it. Human beings seem to be like this forever, saying one thing and doing another, but thinking about another set in their hearts. ”

He was silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed again: "I'm sorry to let you listen to me here to make these inappropriate complaints. I'm probably letting you down, Captain? ”

"Never." Keur replied solemnly.

"But I can't help you in any way." Carlil said thoughtfully. "As you can see, I'm just a cripple now, and I have to walk carefully."

"You've been trying for 10,000 years to save me, but is that really a rescue? How did I get out of trouble, and how did I reappear? ”

He lowered his head and looked into his hands.

I don't even know what kind of being I am now."

Keur listened in silence, once again in a predicament where he could not speak. He really wants to tell the other person that you don't need to do anything, that you just exist and that is an encouragement to us.

But doesn't that sound too weird? Turn the legion, nay, the instructor of the warband into a god statue, harmless, deify him.

Eternal Night, what am I thinking? Shen will kill me for this.

The young warband leader frowned behind his helmet, and even his breathing became a little heavy. His reaction provoked a nuanced observation, followed by a sigh of helplessness.

"I beg your pardon, I have to leave for a while." Carlil said.

He turned, propped himself up the wall with both hands, and then leaped down.

His movements were so rapid that Kaurir had barely had time to take a step forward before he saw him disappear beyond the walls.

The previously quiet shadows suddenly rioted at this moment, and the knights in gloomy armor ran out. Needless to say, with the clenching of Kaiur's fists, they followed, leaping off the walls and quickly disappearing between the burning cities.

"Shen." Keur couldn't help but mumble to himself, and pronounced a name. He took off his helmet, his young face overwhelmed.

However, unbeknownst to him and his brothers, Carlil did not go far - in fact, he did not leave the fortress at all.

He had been waiting patiently in some of the darkness cast by the city gate, watching the Shadow Knights pass by one by one, as if he had returned to 10,000 years ago, and was conducting an examination.

It wasn't until they were all gone that he stepped out of the darkness and slowly walked toward the ruins on his knees.

He walked slowly, first to avoid the patrols and the Shadow Knights who had stayed behind to find him, and partly because he couldn't walk fast.

His bones, his joints, and even every muscle fiber trembled, and every minute and second he used them was excruciating

Carlil stopped, leaned against a pillar that had not yet collapsed, and silently exhaled the air from his lungs, shivering with pain. At the same time, there was a slight tremor on the ground beneath his feet.

Not surprised, Carlil turned his head and asked, "Footprints?" ”

A Shadow Knight nodded at him and replied, "Footprints." ”

There was a row of bright red footprints that spread behind Carlil's feet, the marks of blood soaked in bandages. From the city gate, it spreads all the way to here.

Carlil naturally knew this, he would not make such a low-level mistake, and the reason why he wanted to leave a mark was just to provide a little help.

"Are you going to report now?" Carlil asked.

"That depends on what you're going to do, instructor. Plus, my name is—"

"—Zell." Carlil said. "I know you."

The Shadow Knight, known as Zell, paused for a moment, then raised his hand to take off his helmet and said in a slightly dull voice, "I don't understand. ”

"It's good not to understand, paladin. Could you please refrain from debriefing for a while? ”

"I said, instructor, that depends on what you're going to do."

"I'm going to get a mask, and a stone." Carlil said.

At the same time, he suddenly clenched his right fist hard, and the blue light flashed from his eyes, and the traces left by the row of blood disappeared completely, and there was no trace of it again.

"Forgive me for being stupid." Zell took a deep breath. "I don't understand what the hell you're talking about, instructor."

Carlil didn't reply, but raised his hand and gathered the light of psionic energy in the air, forming a curtain of light. Once it took shape, it fluctuated rapidly, creating two very different illusory scenes.

For one, it was a pale mask of bones. The second is a golden cobblestone. A trail of bright red blood spread in the center of it, looking like the vertical pupils of a beast.

The curtain of light dissipated, and Carlil turned and walked away, no more blood under his feet.

"Come on, Zell, we'll be there soon." Carlil said. "When I find them, you can report back to the Captain of the Kaior War."

"I still don't understand." Zell hurried to follow him, stubbornly asking. "I mean, you called out my nickname."

Carlil calmly turned his head to look at the giant who was much taller than him, and shook his head in silence.

Litatra's afternoon sun was gradually turning into sunset, and the wind crackled the flames burning in the ruins around him, turning his gaze into two sharp knives that pierced Zel's heart.

The 'Paladin's already pale face suddenly became even paler, and his forehead was gradually covered with fine beads of sweat. However, he always insisted on making eye contact with Carlil, and he never wavered.

He is resisting the terrible pressure of the mountains. It wasn't until Carlil voluntarily withdrew his gaze that the sense of oppression dissipated.

"Actually, you've got the answer." Carlil said. "So, let's hurry up, Zell. I don't have a lot of time. ”

(End of chapter)