Before the demon bit his face with his teeth, Androx heard the demon's breathing. He could hear it everywhere, the sound of sputum as air passed through his clenched teeth. The demon's damp, rotting breath tickled his eyelids, and it felt like he was awakened from his slumber almost immediately.

Before he could open his eyes, he slapped his forehead up. The beast's nose hit him in the skull.

He opened his eyes and saw it roar in pain and shake it back. The pre-dawn light just tines its skin with a layer of blue, making it visible to the monster, it's not a dream. The thing almost weighed down on him. How is it...!

The demon cursed inexplicably in pain, slapping the snow with its tail and making a loud snapping sound. It glared at him, its eyes full of hatred.

When it pounced on him to bite him, Andlos reached out from the blanket and grabbed its face with both arms. One of his thumbs was close to its eye socket, and he poked it in, hoping to gouge it out. The demon ignored him completely and tried to bite him with its claws.

He straightened his arms and pulled the beast away, then poked harder with his thumb. The demon's eyes cracked. The warm, clear liquid flowed all the way to his elbows.

The demon screamed and clawed at his arm. Heat marks tell him that the wound is deep, but he still finds enough chips to toss the attacker aside. He rolled off the blanket and hid the flowers under it, praying that the kitten was sane enough to be quiet.

A sharp lightning-fast pain in his ribs caused him to fall. One knee almost hit the ground. The ghost jumped on top of him and threw him on his back.

It used all its strength to tear him to shreds, barking wildly. A

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Okles finally lay on his back on the ground, the thing on his stomach, sweeping over every piece of exposed skin. He blocked most of its attacks, but not all, and he couldn't grab its wrist to stop it. Drops of his own blood flew past his sight.

The mongrel was strong, and it didn't care if it clamped him, or locked the joint, or anything. It wants to turn him into a sausage, that's all. Its smaller size gives it a big advantage to break free from its grip, and it is almost impossible to keep up with its teeth and claws.

He tried to throw punches, but he couldn't find a powerful striking with his back on the ground. However, it strikes too long and too close; Even the most primitive plankton competitors know this. Androcleus quickly saw an opportunity and quickly locked its arm and pushed it aside. He rolled on it, reversing their position.

With the devil under him, it is much easier to deal with; Andlocles punched one punch after another, hitting the monster in the face with all his might. It struggled, clawing at his legs and arms, but it couldn't escape his pursuit.

His left rib broke, preventing him from gaining enough power behind his fist, Andlox soon found himself out of breath. Even so, he kept throwing his punches, hitting the acne-covered bastard so many times that his fists hurt half of his forearm.

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Okles knocked out several of its teeth, blinded one of its remaining eyes, knocked out two horns from its skull, leaving a bloody pit before he knocked it unconscious. Oh my God, these things are so hard!

He punched it twice more to make his point, then grabbed one of the demon's own horns and plunged it into its heart, or where it should be. He left the horn there, then frowned and reached for the other one and drove that one in as well.

He watched as the demon took his last breath. It only took a while.

He did it. He, A

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Okles, killed a demon with his bare hands. If Flower had lived long enough to write the song, the story would have been in England for 100 years or more. Did he fight the demon ten times or fifteen times? Always a warrior with a spear and a shield. This is the first person he killed. It was the first person he had ever seen killed by a man.

Androcleus tried to laugh when he imagined the training of Kai'an soldiers throwing away their shields when they saw them on the battlefield. But he couldn't, because he sucked too hard, and he would feel a sharp burning pain in his broken ribs, which ruined his interest.

How did it find him? Wolf sca

Say that they are already close to Agu

e is where it is, maybe only a few hours by car. Wolf sca

Already flew to the front and Ga

Bi slept together, a

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Okles chose to spend the night here, just in case they had more power to protect her than he thought, so he could stay alive in the fight. But the king should not have come close - the first three days of the flight were terrible, and he felt that the army would rush at them at any moment. But they could not maintain the same pace for a long time, and on the fourth day, the distance between him and Hua began to increase. On the fifth and sixth days, his lead widened further. The king's army should be at least a day behind by now. So where did this demon come from?

He stood up tremblingly, straightened his back, stretched his chest hard, and whispered in pain. He took a closer look at the small camp and was pleased to see that the horses still had their heads and that his silverware had not been touched, the only threat.

Thanks to the gods, it attacked after dawn - he doubted that if he faced it at night, he would have been able to kill it. After all, Sev was almost invisible, and his legs hung from that tree. Maybe he could, but he had no intention of killing, only the gods knew if Hana would survive.

Although the boy once lived, in the fall before the fight with the goddess Mary. He threw all his might at Aguna, just to see if she could handle it. She could. She barely flinched. The people around were not very nice, including the kit, and that was at the time. At that time, he could not use it to make a fire.

Androx couldn't say why it grew because when it did, his murderous intent was a mystery to him, and always has been. It was there, and it grew with his years in the military. It seems easier for him to say it than to pee. He's not the only one doing this, either; In Dikaya, several officers and longtime veterans had the same murderous intent as him, though most were not as strong as he was at the time. The same is usually true for athletes who win at the Olympics. None of them have been as strong as he has been lately. Far less than it.

He had always thought it was the sheer power of his will and wrath, but Mary had said something akin to "You think it's your strength, but it's a wound." "Is it willpower, or is it the miasma attached to his soul like a barnacle, or something worse? However, the child god of Patos didn't mention it, so how bad could it be?

As always, he had more pressing things to consider than philosophy. For example, blood dripping from his arm onto the snow requires attention. In the end, he forced himself to look, for fear of the worst.

The skin on his arms was still glued together, but barely enough. It was covered in ribbons in multiple places on his body, and the blood dripping from his fingertips showed no signs of slowing down. Both of his arms were almost skinned from his shoulders to his forearms, and black blood stains on his muscles indicated deep wounds. Now that he finally held his mind in his arms, they decided it was time to start hurting him. It was a jerky, unpleasant burn that caused as much discomfort as it actually hurt.

As far as he knew, sleeping in pants protected his legs. He knew he had a wound on his right thigh, but it wasn't serious. However, his arm; If he wasn't careful, he would bleed to death. Even if he hadn't died of blood loss, they would have festered, which could have killed him. He needed red ointment, two skilled workers who could make needles and threads, a pot of wine, a warm fire, and his friends Ophimios and Nikon to tell him meat jokes. While he was there, a good prostitute, new clothes, and wings flew to a less ridiculous climate.

"Daddy, come back. It's too cold. The flower muttered from the blanket.

What's wrong? No, he can't ...... "Flower, are you still sleeping?"

"Yes. But I'm starting to wake up because you're letting the cold air in. The bird complained.

Androcles couldn't contain his laughter, even though the pain in his ribs beat to the rhythm like a drum. His laughter continued for a while, and when he tried to inhale again, he tried to laugh and cough at the same time, but both failed.

Hana struggled under the blanket and finally poked her head out. His hair had grown a little longer, and the messy hair between his pointed ears was even more comical. Andlos just laughed, gasping in pain from time to time.

The toolkit doesn't find it funny. He screamed in horror and jumped up from the blanket. When he walked up to Androcleus, he stretched out his hands helplessly, not daring to touch the wounds, but trying to try to heal them.

A giggling laugh was drowned out by a rush of pain welling up from him, and Anchors quickly calmed down. "I just killed a demon with my bare hands, and you've been sleeping."

Father and son looked at each other for a moment, and then Androx laughed again. "Overslept!" Aguna will never ......" Anchors gasped in pain and lost his breath, but his smile didn't fade. “…… Believe. ”

"Daddy, your arm!" Are you going to die? Flower pleaded, his voice filled with desperation.

Androx smiled. Mostly. His laughter was gone, but his spirits were still undepressed.

"Daddy! Flower shouted. He trembled and was too frightened to do anything.

That's not fun. "I've been through worse, kid. You've seen it. Mary's torture was worse than that, and I'm pretty sure I went through it. Remember her?"

"It was Patos who saved you that time! Dad, you can't die! Do I still have to watch? I can't ——!." The flower trembled from head to toe, and his imagination went wild; Andrew could tell it in his face. When he starts imagining, he always looks in a certain direction.

"Flowers, calm down, kid. I may need your help. I'll teach you how to calm down, remember? Breathe ten times with your internal organs. Count in your mind. Go ahead. ”

Flower wiped tears down his sleeve and grocically straightened his stomach with each deep breath. Ten breaths later, the eaglet regained its composure, though its tail was still whapping violently, leaving the turf in the snow behind it.

After a dramatic pause, Andlocks continued, "Well done, kid. See? You're pretty much a man now, and you can control your feelings. Do you know what you remind me of?"

Hua raised her head and said, "What?" The pale skin around his eyes, nose, and cheeks was bright red from the rubbing.

"A little boy, he needs my spear so he can do bandages."

"Daddy......" Hana said with a hint of a smile. He glanced over Anchors' shoulder, and his joy vanished immediately. The boy's eyes widened in horror, and tears welled up in his eyes.

"What?"

"There's one more."

The sound of creaking footsteps on the snow behind him made him suddenly feel a wave of terror. At the same time, he was annoyed by the unfairness of the matter; The anger that had been churning in his heart, which he had to hide deep inside for the sake of the flowers, was now boiling into steam and roaring down on his heart.

As his mind struggled between blind anger and severe panic, Andlox did his best to stay calm. He whispered, "Wait until I kill this thing......"

He stopped. The fresh, raw pain in his arm ignited his anger like dry pine needles. Hatred flowed through his veins like unmixed wine, intoxicating him and blinding him. He concentrated, trying to clear his thoughts, but pain, fear, and anger were intertwined and almost impossible.

His mind shrunk and concentrated into simple thoughts that methodically traveled through his mind. If Flower hadn't bandaged his wounds, Anclus would have died. If Androx had released his murderous intent, Flower would have died. A

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Okles don't fight without the intent to kill. Flower must leave before Androcles can slay the demon. A

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Okles' wounds will not be bandaged. A

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Okles is dying. Flower had to leave.

"Get out. Take combat vehicles, for example. Let's go. ”

Flower looked at him puzzled.

"Chariots! Go for it!"

It took a second for Flower to realize, and Androkel's murderous intent suddenly exploded, almost scaring him to the ground.

"Now!" He was so angry that he could barely think.

Suddenly realized, as if he had been slapped in the face, Flower turned and ran into the carriage, and pulled the reins with all his strength.

Come to him, wolf sca

。 Take him to safety.

Androcles stood up and kicked off the blanket from his spear; He keeps it by his side when he sleeps, just in case. He gripped the lacquered handle of the glorious weapon with his fingers and found that his arm was powerless. The muscles in his upper arms were no longer strong; The cuts were certainly bigger than he thought.

He straightened up and exerted all his strength to keep the spear from falling. It fell loosely in his feeble hand, but it didn't fall. A

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Okles finally turned to face the demon, which had stopped on the other side of the road, waiting, watching.

Like the other, it had a tattered cloth wrapped around its waist, probably once pants, and nothing else. Its blue-black skin obscured its countenance in the faint morning light. Its high, shiny black horns reflected the snow like polished glass. The demon's hands tensed, fingers reaching for hard tips and nails. Its slender tail flung behind it at an unseen speed, kicking the snow into gently drifting powder.

In the silence of the early morning, the flowers and the carriage galloped away, making a violent thunder along the way. There are no bird calls. There was no crackling of fire. Throughout the earth, the work of the gods rested, waiting for the sunrise.

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Okles don't fight. He could barely move. He took a deep breath, cleared his head, and counted the number of breaths he had. One, two, three...... It succeeded, though not entirely. His anger rolled wildly in his mind, but the grip on his mind seemed to lessen. On the contrary, he is aware of it as an observer, not as a participant, and his fears are obscured by the veil of reason.

Mysteriously, the demon just waited, watching him. From such a distance, Androcleus could not discern the emotions of the beast; Her skin is much more resistant to the faint morning light than normal.

How should he face death? Screaming and rushing over with a loose spear in his hand, hoping he hadn't dropped it to the ground? Wait, noble and noble man, until it comes to him?

"Giants," said the demon. Although it was a man, its voice was high and soft, like a businessman welcoming a customer.

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Okles stared. Monsters can talk? Sef could still speak, and the female demon said "thank you", but those two people weren't the kind of people who were greedy and murderous. These people never speak. That's the disgusting part of them – they don't have words and therefore no thoughts.

The demon looked down at the corpse of his companion, lying just a few steps away. "Little Fur is gone," he said. He then turned in all directions and turned his entire torso at the hips instead of just turning his head.

Was the poor creature talking about Flower after watching him jump into a carriage and ride away? Why does it act as if it doesn't know where the boy went?

The demon didn't say anything. It took a few steps this way, then a few steps that way, with a blank expression.

Without warning, it pounced on Andlos like lightning, its hands outstretched with its claws, its mouth wide open, its teeth bared.

Androcles was ready, waiting, unleashing all of his killing intent and letting it burst out of him at once; If Flower wasn't far enough, let it be. Immediately, the snow beneath his feet began to hiss and steam. Its shockwave rolled up the lighter snow around him, forming a circle in the air and drifting away from him. A feeling of relief was accompanied by a release of his strength, something he had never noticed before. As the master of the storm, the whirling anger around him brought further clarity.

He straightened his waist and clenched his spear in both hands to stab, but he bent too far forward, his ribs spasmed and he lost his balance. His feeble hands nearly lowered the spear, but somehow he reached forward with the tip of the spear, knowing it wouldn't get in.

The devil walked two paces away from him, screamed, hissed, and covered his eyes. It tripped and fell to one knee.

Ancreth steadied his hand and lunged forward, but the demon rolled backwards, struggling in the snow and whimpering in pain.

He walked forward with heavy steps, hoping that the blood on the hilt of the spear would dry up and give him a more steady grip than a slippery one. His murderous intent burned his skinned arm in pain. Worse than surgery. Tears welled up in his eyes, and he could barely speak. His pain fueled his anger, which grew stronger.

The demon howled and flapped its wings, as if unaware. It grabbed its head and screamed in pain. Androcles raised his spear and prepared for the fatal blow, using all his strength.

It rolled away from him again. This time, the demon ran on all fours on the road for some distance, just across from where the flower had gone. It stopped 20 paces away from him, stood up, turned around, and just looked at him.

Andrew stepped forward. The demon took a step back. He took another step. The demon backed away.

Two dog-faced bitches have to wait for him to come out! Androx looked down at the exposed arm muscles and saw that the blood had clotted and scabbed under the rage. However, there was no healing; The straps of the skin drooped uselessly, like ribbons tied around his arms to celebrate the holidays.

He focuses on the pain, dwelling on the pain to keep his mind clear. His murderous intent was as strong as ever, like an unbroken flame without oil and wick. It dried the ground around him, forming a five-step circle, and a blurred cloud of fog rose to further obscure the demon.

How long can he hold out? He never thought to find out. Certainly longer than that, but a whole day? An hour? Does it matter? Once his killing intent is gone, demons will come to him and turn him into a mush. He had no hope of catching up with it, his ribs were broken and his arm was bleeding. If it stands there and lets him go, he doesn't even believe he can stab it.

The demon paced back and forth with bared teeth, far enough away to withstand Andlox's wrath. Its bare chin gleamed with what must have been saliva.

Should he try to throw a spear? His javelins are quite accurate, but his spears are rarely accurate. No, it won't work; His hand wasn't tight enough to throw it properly.

"Come here, I'm going to kill you."

"No," replied the devil without any sense of humor. Its strangely high-pitched, soft voice barely reached his ears, drowning out the sound of blood pounding in his veins. That thing looks ...... Young. Is it a young man, not even twenty years old?

"Then go away."

"Nope."

"Why not?"

"Kill the giants."

"Why?"

"Eat, little Maomao."

"I didn't eat at all. You're looking for the wrong giant. ”

The demon tilted his head like a confused dog. Its tail flicked harder and harder, beating the snow-covered ground like a drum.

Sev can already speak very well. What's wrong with this?

"Someone has already killed me. See my arm? I'm just waiting to die. You can go home now. ”

The demon became restless and paced more frantically than before. It roared and hissed, and all Andrew remembered was an angry dog in chains.

"Kill the giants."

Andlos took a deep breath, trying to light the flame of hatred farther, maybe to that distance, but he winced as he sucked too deep and the pain spread from his hips to his neck.

He couldn't wait until he was exhausted to end it all; It's best to do it while he's still strong. If he waits for his desire to kill to burn out and die, then he has no chance.

Demons are single-minded killing machines. No one knows if they are really cunning. Of course, they are strong enough and don't need anything. What other strategy is needed when your tail can go straight through the shield? Can your teeth pierce bronze, and your claws pierce leather?

Androx could feel the weakness and injuries of his body; Although his murderous intent burned as much as ever and unwavering, his body could collapse at any moment.

He was left with a stupid plan, so hopefully the demon was simple. He stood on his feet, providing a firm support for his spear, then grabbed his ribs and crushed in pain. Loud. Twice. He allowed his murderous intent to fade away. He gave the demon a pained and tired look that he didn't have to force. It's not going to work.

The goat-raping scoundrel took a tentative step forward and then smiled much more naturally than ever, revealing every one of its shark-like teeth. It went one step further. And then another.

Then it ran at an impossible speed, rushed forward, tore his stomach open, and screamed with joy. Its feet were on the dirt road, like the oars of a trireme battleship. Its tail pierces the air like a leather bullwhip.

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Okles shouted. The fear in his voice was real. The whiteness of fear overshadowed his vision.

Closer...... Closer...... Five steps away, four steps, three steps......

Right now! In an instant, Andlox's posture changed from defeat to preparation. He unleashed his murderous intent and forced it out with all his willpower. The demon staggered, but moved too fast to stop. Androcles spun his spear, holding the butt firmly against his hind feet, lowering the tip of his spear like a long-pole man facing a cavalry charge.

The Twisted Demon's agility had taken it away almost in time. Near. It jumps above the groin, not just below the sternum. Its momentum slid down the spear into Androcleus's hand.

It grabbed his face with both hands and bit its teeth. Androcleus jerked his head back, feeling the beast's claws tear at his temples.

Androcles took a step back and jerked his spear, trying to pull it out, but the muscles in his arm wouldn't let him do so. The frustration made his anger even stronger.

The demon screamed, trying to break free, but it turned around and pressed its spear against Andlox's body. Even so, A

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Okles still almost stumbled; That thing is sturdy.

He grinned and shook his spear, trying to cause as much pain as he could, while his intent to kill grew stronger. He could smell the burning air.

The demon no longer tried to attack, but concentrated on fleeing with all his might. The dry, slimy blood stains on the hilt stuck to Androcleus's hand, which was either too stupid or too undisciplined to try to go backwards.

It clung to its ears and howled in despair. It jumped and stamped, panicking all over its body.

Somehow, Antekles clutched the spear tightly. He racked his brains to figure out how he could get the job done without tearing his face off. Nor could the waves of fury make his arms strong; The muscles themselves are damaged, and it is impossible to untie the rope with willpower.

Why didn't the demon just chop his leg off his knee with his tail, Androx didn't know, but it seemed to have given up on the idea of attacking.

Suddenly, a large chunk of the demon's blue-black skin was peeled off, revealing the pink flesh underneath. Andlos immediately understood what was happening - he had seen this happen before. The demon was burned alive. There was nothing but pain in its screams.

"Death, filth! Let go of the goats and the lame! Die!" Androx shouted, uncontrollable joy of victory welling up in his heart.

After a few moments, the demon collapsed powerlessly from pain. A burning man won't live long unless someone deliberately lets him live. When the god-cursed worm collapsed to the ground, Andlocles finally pulled out his spear and stabbed it into the heart. Twice.

When the first wisps of smoke escaped from the corpse's mouth, Androcles restrained his murderous intent; He didn't want to smell the cooking. Luckily, the smoke also stopped, although the smell of burnt meat was still strong.

He took a step back from the corpse, his knee turned into water, and he almost fell. The battle exhausted him. He cautiously walked over to the blanket and let the spear fall from his feeble fingers. He sat faster than planned, hitting his tailbone on the hard ground.

The urge to fight slowly faded, replaced by a wave of nausea and exhaustion. His mind is on high alert, paying attention to every movement his eyes can catch, but at the same time, he can barely comprehend his surroundings. He closed his eyes and tried to count deep breaths to slow his frantic heartbeat. He found that he couldn't do it – the pain in his arm made every breath he hissed in his clenched teeth.

Should he bother bandaging himself? It didn't matter, one arm and the other barely reached the muscles in his chest. If he didn't bleed to death at this moment, what about after that? Walked a mile, bled to death with an inferior bandage and still wanted to catch up with Flore? Or better yet, died of a terrible fever after his arm festered. There are no beds.

The gods are above, why now? Why did the demon find him this morning? Six days ago, they evaded pursuit. Wolf sca

The road could be seen from a high enough height that even the king's scouts could not track them.

In a few hours, he will be able to hold his beloved baby in his arms. Knowing that he would never see Gabby again, his pain was like his wounds, and Aguna ...... She now has to do his job alone.

Old Philia's mother, take good care of poor Agna. She loves others with all her heart, and all her perverse behavior is to hide her love. He had never met anyone as sympathetic as she was, and few had been as sharp in words as she was. The Woman on the Opposite; Do two things at the same time. A beautiful mystery. He had always planned to kill all the men in the village, as long as they kept her as a slave, no matter how nice they were to her. That's at least what Aguna deserves.

According to the wolf sca

Said his little darling, Ga

Bi, something was planned for him, and it was a secret. Does he want Gabi to see him like this? She'll never forget it. Her last impression of him will be his entrails. She will also curse him because she is old and her life is still bad. Slaves of the barbarians. No thanks, Miss Gabi. I should have let Tatalor eat you.

His fathers will be forgotten, and their graves will be left untended or reused. The Oath Fathers may be the best of them all, but no one can name them, and the rest will wander the earth, losing their memories until the ghouls of La Foss grab them with their claws. Just like Android; No one buried him, and the stench of his corpse would surely bring God in.

"Looks like you won't get the bull, Palosos."

A child's voice whispered in his ear, "Yes, I am."

Androx, frightened, jumped up and turned to listen to the sound, but there was nothing there. Beside him, there was an empty air, and in the distance was a berry bush covered with snow.

"You...... Are you stalking me?"

The question went unanswered, and wherever he looked, all he saw was complete loneliness. What does the orphan Passos want to do? Was that the voice of God, or was he insane from blood loss? This has happened before. Recent. When was that? It's about demons.

A bird flew overhead and squeaked as it flew past him. Judging by the brightness of the sky, the sun rises above the horizon at any moment. Hopefully it will bring more warmth. It seemed to be getting warmer day by day, and by noon, the road was full of mud. Spring can't come too quickly.

Androcles had seen three gods in his life, more than the most conceited priest. Four, if you count the fallen gods who turned into cyclops. The first is the locked giant, Sewell. The god of land and agriculture and the drinker of the blood of war. He tried not to think about it.

The second is Mary, beautiful enough to make men cry, vicious and crazy. Her growing evil weakened her to the point that Andandros became her opponent, and he killed her because she threatened his children. If Patos hadn't healed his wounds, he would have died long ago.

So he found the orphan Passos. Child-god。 Swindler. A god with few temples, worshipped only by the weak, the forsaken, and the helpless. He only loves to torture those who abuse orphans and does not bless them. He was the god of vengeance, or so Androcles thought. The god looked like a boy smaller than flowers and pepper, with long black hair and a white sash embroidered with gold. His eyes are black and have points of light like the night sky.

Palosos had said that Andandrocles was his, and that he was jealous of his possessions. Gabi, Flower, Pepper and Agunn also belong to the gods, while the wolf sca

It's part of some kind of agreement, the little fairy doesn't remember. The orphan gave everything to Androx, and even said why, though he couldn't remember most of it. He remembered something he didn't understand. Say sorry Androidx was born in the wrong place. He was busy bleeding to death, just like now, only not alone, and warmer.

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Okles sighed and reached for his spear again. The large, flat spearhead glittered as usual, though the strange letters were stained with dirt and stood out. Looking at himself in the mirror, he found that his face was covered in blood, even though he didn't know when this happened.

His hair was whiter than he remembered. Back in early winter, his sideburns were only gray and his beard was only a few strands. Now, some splinters have been revealed in his hair; There was too much blood on his beard to judge, but there was no doubt that it was also turning white.

He's old. It can no longer be denied. The past few months have aged him by ten years. His face looked haggard and tired, and his eyes were sunken in black. Did he have so many folds and wrinkles before, or was it more conspicuous because he was dirty?

It's stupid. I look terrible because I'm dying. I'll be old when I get back to Dikaya, where my gray hair means everyone has to pretend to care about my opinion.

There's no need to be lazy now. It's not in his nature. However, Nikon - this man can be lazy in battle. What did he say when the arrow hit him in the thigh?" Thank you E

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I'm ready to take a nap. "That infection killed him a few days later, and he deserved it, bastard.

He began to sawing through the thinnest blanket to make a bandage, and found that it was harder than it looked. The tip of the spear was as sharp as ever, but his fingers couldn't catch it, and the angle wasn't very good, so it didn't work anyway. Nevertheless, he managed to make a long and wide bandage.

It's even more difficult to tie it on. Holding his skin in place made his stomach churn, and the relentless pain made his fingers tremble. His bleeding stopped for the time being, but hopefully it wasn't for the fact that his blood was on the ground and the wound looked clean. But that's the end of it. After spending a few minutes trying to put everything in the right place, he remembered how difficult it was to tie a knot with one hand. It turns out that tying a tie with a hand that only does what you want to do half the time is harder than that. To make matters worse, he had to fight his muscles with all his might in order to reach it. This put pressure on his ribs and didn't work for the treatment.

After a few minutes of hard work, he tied it in the right place with his fingers and teeth. It covers a fifth of his shoulders to his elbows, meaning he has plenty of room to look forward to.

The bandage slowly became black and sticky, stained with his blood, but when he sewed a bandage, the blood did not seep out.

As he finished bandaging the second bandage, the sun shone amazingly through the glittering, frosty treetops. How long has the fight been? An hour, right? Is it less? It's a miracle that he's still awake, covered in blood, except in his body. He felt a little dizzy, but not as bad as after the fight with Mali. Most of the time, he felt cold. Painfully cold.

However, there was nothing it could do but keep going, especially since it would take so long to die. Androclus's soul may be cursed to wander aimlessly after he decays, but what should he do before then? Composition?

The third bandage simply refused to cooperate. The cold oppressed him mercilessly and patiently; His stiff, aching fingers could barely move. His skinned arm barely hurts, and hopefully his muscles are frozen as well.

When he began to tremble uncontrollably, he knew he had no choice but to try to make a fire. They rode all the way without glasses for fear of attracting attention, but it didn't work, did it?

Albeit...... Does he need to make a fire? He burned the demon without a gun.

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Okles looked around, feeling as if he was going to steal a grape from a market stall, and then unleashed his murderous intent. Instead of forcing himself to give it his all, he let it flow naturally. It's always there, crowding, crowding to get out, all he has to do is open the door and it will pour in.

His fingers and toes, even his calves and forearms, immediately felt warm, and he didn't realize they were so cold. He felt the blanket warm up beneath him. His trembling quickly stopped, and the blood from the bandages dried up, just like in a fight. On his right arm, he hadn't been bandaged yet, and the blood had dried into a large scab that had stuck all the loose skin in the wrong place. Around him, the hard ground was steaming, becoming more and more pale as it dried.

With no one around who was trying to kill him, and no child he wanted to keep alive, he found himself able to relax and focus on that feeling, how that feeling flowed out of his heart. It shook in the waves like a liquid flame, filling every inch of him. It seemed to come out of the depths of his heart, smoldering there and waiting. It appears to leave his body from his upper body, although this may just be because he is sitting.

Somewhere in his mind took a step back and stared. Listen. feelings. It is almost divided into two parts; Two centers. His thoughts, his hearts. Power itself......

He felt his brow furrow, and he focused more carefully on exploring the feeling of his anger, trying to truly comprehend it for the first time. The power is ......

Something pressed against the edge of his consciousness. Something was running counter to his killing intentions, to this angry land he had created. He felt it like the flick of a feather, whispering weakly to his senses that he had never noticed. He opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the violation.

A tall, majestic red stag stood twenty paces away, in the direction of Flower. Its massive horns were at least four feet above its head, and its thick neck and aggressive posture showed a noble spirit that made Androx hold his breath. Something was sandwiched between its horns, a pale thing, and......

It's Gabi. The rising sun, his baby.

The girl stood on top of the huge stag as if it were made of wood, with one foot between its horns and the other between its shoulders, with her arms crossed and not even grabbing it to keep her balance. She wears a simple brown tunic with pants and sandals on her feet. Her wheat-colored hair must have been tied back or cut. She stared at him, frowning in worry.

Andlox immediately gave up his murderous intentions, mostly out of surprise. The sight was so unexpected that he barely noticed her standing there. Even now, his brain struggles to accept what is in front of him. Not even sitting on your back, but standing? No...... Unless she's dead?

He glanced down at himself, expecting to see his body lying on the ground beneath his feet. It is not. He felt the cold start to attack him again, and the pain in his arms and ribs was still as pronounced as ever. No, he's alive.

“Ga

He shouted, his voice fainter than he wanted.

"Daddy! I am here! She replied loudly. The gods are above, it's really her!

The buck trotted forward, and Gabby rode it straight up, perfectly balanced, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Her gentle little face was full of worry, and as she approached, she began to pull strips of cloth and other things out of her pocket that he couldn't see.

It stopped less than two steps away from Andlox and lowered its head to let Gabi out of the car. She did so, effortlessly, like going down a staircase. Gabby patted it on the head, whispered something he didn't quite understand, and turned to face him.

"Daddy," she said calmly. Their eyes met, and the girl froze. She stood there, arms half-outstretched, holding what looked like sewing supplies in one hand and a bandage in the other. Tears filled her eyes, and her little mouth furrowed. After a few moments, her composure wore off, and she was crying profusely.

His heart was burning, there was a lump in his throat, and his eyes were moist. He had to grit his teeth and swallow hard so that he wouldn't cry like she did. Seeing her like this, he couldn't bear it anymore. Exhaustion can make a person emotional, and even in the best of times, Gabi's mood is contagious.

"Dad, I miss you so much!" She barely managed to spit out. She could barely open her eyes, tears streaming down her face. Her hands circled in the air, trying to decide whether to risk hugging him, even though he was covered in blood. She simply didn't know what she was going to do, poor thing. As she looked at him, he could almost see her thoughts playing out in his mind.

"Gabby girl, I miss you too. Isn't it ......" his voice choked up, and he had to steady himself. He wanted to hug her and cry, but if he did, she would be covered in dirt and she wouldn't be able to handle this kind of thing very well. At least, she couldn't do it before. The gods knew how she had changed during this time.

He asked, "Are you here to stitch me?" No, don't hug me! I'm a mess. "The raven took it all! She could have been the one who watched him die, as he tried to heal his wounds. Gods, why her? What is the most fragile and precious?" How did you find me?" Why are you here?"

The words blurted out of her mouth, accompanied by relentless sobbing and sobbing. "I was sitting by the fireplace, my mom called me, and the flowers were with her. She said she would keep those people busy so they wouldn't notice, that I should get a rope and two needles, and that I needed bandages. She asked me to take these, and I think she stole them. Flowers freaked out! Oh Daddy, he... He was so scared! He said you defeated a demon and then another one came, and he thinks you might be dead by now. He's crying, like he thinks you're crying. His little heart was broken. I could see his inner ......"

Her voice grew quieter, and judging by her expression, she had more to say, but couldn't find a way to say them all. After swallowing two large mouthfuls, she suddenly felt disciplined, and she straightened up, held her head high, and looked him straight in the eye. She said, "I knew you were still alive."

For some reason, it was too much for him. He felt hot tears run down his cheeks and into his beard. He blinked a few times and swallowed something choked in his throat. Should he send her away? Or does God really want him to live?" Well, you're right, dear. Do you know how to sew?"

"Oh...! Yes, Dad. I sew almost every day. Master asked me to mend the clothes of the whole village because he didn't want me to go out. Dad, I've got to give you stitches. I need to hurry!"

Androx wanted to grin, but there was no laughter behind the laughter. He was in pain at the thought of what his little darling was going to do, and what could be the outcome. He looked up at the sky and said, "What a bastard you are, you actually let her do this!"

Then he said to the confused and worried Gabi, "All right, Miss Gabi, I'll let you sew it for me." Sewing meat is harder than sewing cloth. It's slippery and a mess. By the time you're done, you'll be as dirty as I am. Do you think you're ready?"

"Daddy, I'm Androcleus's daughter!" I can do it. I was just... I just have to start and then I'll get used to it. Mom had already told me, but not too much, because I had to hurry. I also killed a lot of chickens. ”

The phrase "daughter of Androcleus" sounds sophisticated. He wondered how many times she had used it to win debates. He hoped it would always be that way.

Gabby straightened his shoulders and took a deep breath, clearly preparing for this difficult task. "Here you go," she said, holding the bandage up to the great red deer, not even looking in its direction. The beast lowered its head and put the bandage over the countless spikes on its horns.

Androx almost wiped the buck out of his mind. He tried his best not to ignore it because he didn't know what to think. Not at all. He had never heard of such a thing, neither from poetry nor from rumors. He'll worry about it later. He didn't have enough energy to cope with it...... Whatever that is. He could barely control the chaos inside of him.

Gabby is too busy with the task at hand to take care of her pet. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a thin, undyed thread that was wound around a wooden spool. She pulled a crooked needle from where the thread had been inserted, biting her lip and staring anxiously at his arm.

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"Hua may not have had time to tell you, but he saved my life," Okles said. Can you believe that? Your brother, that cute kitten. I'll let him tell you, though. Very impressive. It's your turn now, isn't it, Miss Gabi?" This gentle humor did not cheer him up, but rather made him sadder than before. What kind of person is he to let her go through this? Even though the demon was not his fault and it was most likely that God had sent her, he still felt guilty.

She nodded, still biting her lip. After threading the needle, she froze.

"Want to decide where to start?" He asked. He was sure that this was not the reason for her hesitation; She was just scared. He couldn't blame her either. Sewing skin is not a pleasant process for anyone.

"From here," he said, pointing to a deep wound on the inside of his right arm, as he wasn't ready to tear off the bandage on his left arm. "You don't need to fix anything. It's just a practice for the harder part. ”

"Mom said, if it's really bad, I'll have to hurry."

"It's really bad."

"I know. Does it hurt?"

"Worse than now?" No. I didn't feel it at all. Come on, girl. Begin. Over here. Go on. ”

Once she gets over the initial poke, she works with incredible dexterity enough to get A

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Okles half-jokingly wonders if she's really a complete mortal. Huge red deer sniff on the ground and look boring, which greatly adds to the mystery. It occurred to him that he had never thought to ask the wolf sca

, when he called Ga

What exactly does he mean when bi is a princess. Maybe there's some big secret, Gabi's biological parents will one day emerge from the clouds and bring her back.

However, considering that she witnessed her real parents being eaten, it is more likely that she has spent the last few months doing nothing with sewing, and this is the result of her practice.

However, even with her amazing speed and accuracy, a person can only do so much at once, especially someone her size. As the sun slowly rises, the time lengthens from a minute to an hour and then longer. Her brow furrowed, and she hummed intently a song he didn't understand. For a long time, Andrx was content to keep her focused. After all, if he had asked her to speak, she would have stopped sewing and he would have died earlier.

He didn't even look down at her handicraft in case she felt nervous and embarrassed, both of which Gabi never handled well. However, the longer he sits, the more he remembers how much he missed her and what a terrible party it was. Here they are, silent after months of separation. She had just had surgery on his right arm and he was still conscious. Why waste it?

How long will he live? If it was really God's voice saying that He would succeed, then God should have done better. The biting cold tortured his fingers and toes, and he felt weaker and weaker. He may not live long before dying from a mass infection that is sure to come.

"Gabi, did Flower tell you I found my silverware?" He concluded. As soon as the words came out, he almost bit his tongue. I shouldn't be talking about it. They would never see Dikaya again.

"Dad? She replied. She stopped and looked up at him, her big eyes sparkling like the ocean. His beauty amazed him. How lucky he was to find her......

He said, "I have found my money." We can go home. ”

"Can we? Dikaia? Can you buy back your old house? The flower did not say. I only had time to kiss him before leaving. Two kisses. ”

"Yes, dear. My last wife stole four tarrants and I got ten talrants back. This disastrous journey is coming to an end. Money and Flower in the car. I hope he doesn't lose it. ”

Andrx allowed himself to look down at Gabi's handiwork, and was impressed to see that his arms looked human again. Not all of the skin could be stitched or reattached, but most of them could, and she had them fit together perfectly. His stitches from wrist to shoulder were messy, but they had healed. Maybe he will survive? God forbid, especially Passos.

"Daddy......" said Galby, with obvious and deliberate innocence, as she ripped a bandage from the antlers and wrapped it around his arm, and now the stitching was done. You are ......"

She looked up at him, then tried to pretend that nothing had happened. She's too serious to make it. There was not a hint of cunning in her. "Are you going to get Pepper too?" Bring your mom here? I mean, Master Agunne? We take them with us when we go to the battlefield. ”

"I know who Mom is. Why do you ask? Doesn't she want to come again?" What did Agunn say to his daughter in Tulos' money bag? Will the gorgon, who has been cursed three times, let him drag her? He could barely clench his fists, and now he had to worry about stitches. It would be weeks before he could ......

Gabi interrupted his thoughts and said, "Oh. She's angry that you've made us wait so long. She said you should spend a week picking us up instead of waiting until spring. And then she kept saying you're not coming, but she didn't mean that. And then...... I think she was serious. ”

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Okles looked at her, but she refused to look him in the eye, preferring to go and bandage it. The buck was almost standing on her shoulder, roaring and looking into the distance, much to Anjex's even more uneasiness. He should have asked about that.

It's only two months! It had only been more than two months before they thought he had forgotten about them. Wolf sca

Isn't constant information enough? It made him feel miserable and miserable, and he wasn't sure whether he should replace it with anger or accept it as he deserved it.

He could tell he had waited too long to give her an answer. She slowed down, her movements losing grace and confidence. The atmosphere between them became painfully awkward. She still didn't dare look him in the eye, but he might see her inside, her body language yelling at him.

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Bi, listen. There are little girls everywhere in the world, aren't they? Nice people. Smart people. Loyal people. There are girls everywhere. Woman, too. Pretty woman. Rich woman. There are so many that we don't even know what to do with them. And sons! There are so many boys that you will step on one when you walk around town. Bold boy. Strong boys. Clever boy. It's full of children and women, isn't it, girl?"

She stopped completely, feeling an irrepressible fear of what he was about to say.

He lowered his voice and said, "My little darling, the difference between them and you is that you are mine. You are my daughter. Do you understand? This sets you apart. ”

She didn't seem completely reassured. "What if one day you have another daughter?"

"If her dowry is as expensive as yours, then I will die poor."

"What do you mean?" How much will my dowry cost?"

"Do you think I can marry you to a potter or oarsman?" A girl like you? Oh my God, I've got to find you a king! Or at least a very wealthy aristocrat. I can't let you go to a wedding like that with a copper plate and a pet dog!"

"Am I moving far away?"

"Probably not. Dikaya is one of the largest cities in the world. We have two kings and many wealthy nobles. You may just end up moving a few houses. ”

Gabi seems confused by this, but she continues to tie the bandage. Gods, what a mess. How can a little girl like her understand a man's heart? A person who does not know himself.

He couldn't help but tremble as she bandaged his right arm completely. The bones of his hands and feet ached under relentless pressure. He needs to warm up again. It's amazing.

"Gabby, can you ......" He was about to speak, but he stopped when his teeth chattered loudly. He forced them to be quiet, but before that, the girl approached him and put her hands on his cheeks.

"Daddy, you're cold!" You're too cold! I didn't even notice. Why don't you say anything? Bobby, come and sit next to Daddy, and I'll cover you with a blanket, okay?"

Androcleus stared at the buck with surprise and suspicion, and the buck looked back at him with a look of contempt and condescension. It sniffed in his direction, then circled behind him, sat down like a lazy horse or a mule, and leaned its body against his lower back, one of the few places on his body that did not have an open wound. Gabi pulled a blanket from the pile and draped it over both of them, draping it over his shoulders like a cloak, revealing his still skinned arms.

He had to think again about what a guy would think of a girl with a stag pet, but Gabby stared at him so closely that he didn't dare say anything, just that it worked, and he started warming up again. He did, and it was a relief to him. Although not as fast as he had hoped, and the heat did not travel quickly to his fingers and toes to alleviate the pain, he could feel that his body had begun to slowly absorb the warmth of the beast.

She spoke before he did. "Is it warm now?" Daddy, are you warm?"

"Gabby, why do you have a buck?" He asked, not realizing what was going to come out.

"It's hard to explain," she replied simply. Her delicate little face still retained the same anxiety as before. If she's malicious, rather than emotionally engaged, her little eyebrows will knot together, which can be an impressive gaze. In all the ways that work...

"Well, I'm not going anywhere. Why don't you give it a try?"

"No, I'll have to sew you up first. Mom said it. ”

"Can't you sew clothes while talking?"

"Nope. Mom could, Aldegan and Judas could, but I messed up. ”

They stared at each other for a moment. Gabby tried to pretend to be serious, and she usually did well, but this time her hands were restless, and her feet kept changing weights.

"Gabi ......," he said, his tone slightly angry.

The buck looked up and poked one of its horn tips into Androl's cheek. It wasn't hard enough to bleed, but it was enough for Andox to understand what he meant.

"Poppies! Stop it! How dare you hurt him!" Gabi cursed, pointing a needle at her pet.

The animal removed its horns, but turned its head to glare at Androx with a boiling eye. When the stag was convinced that they had agreed, it leaned its head again.

A man goes from fighting the king and killing everyone in his court to being intimidated by a deer that grows too big. Andox looked up at the cold blue sky in annoyance, and said, "Okay, girl, sew me up, and then we'll talk."

"Yes, Dad. But I'll tell you something. This is what the wolf scar left when he saved me from the cave. She said, and then got to work without saying anything more.

He watched her work for a while, but the cold, hunger, and exhaustion, combined with weakness and illness caused by blood loss, had focused all his attention and struggled to keep his eyes open before he realized it. He nodded, then awoke suddenly. He needs to tell her ......!

He nodded again.