Andlox scratched his beard and glared at the horizon, trying to think. "Well, the roads are full of troops, and the mountains are full of monsters. I think we'll have to fly. He said.

Agunn sighed and looked away. Gabby looked confused, he felt like she wanted to ask him what he was going to do, but wasn't sure if he meant it.

Hua said, her voice a little too loud, "What about Pepper?" We're still going to catch him, right?" He fiddled with the hem of his shirt restlessly, flicking his soft white tail anxiously. Instead of meeting Andrx's gaze directly, he looked at the ground and tried to act casual.

"Nothing has changed since you last asked. We'll go straight to him, kid. "We just hope he doesn't get in any trouble and make things worse."

"He won't," said Flower firmly.

"Want to bet? Andlocks asked. Flower wasn't funny.

Wolf Scar flew among them and asked, "Can you drive in a place that isn't a road?" You can play on the snow. I saw horses, and they could do it. ”

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Okles has thought about it several times, but it's not the best idea. Not yet. "There's a reason they're building roads there," he said. Most of the time, the road starts because enough people start walking there. The road is there which means it's the best path between the two places. If we try to go our own way, we may eventually understand why no one wants to go that way. Maybe it's the rocky ground. Wet sand. Impassable bushes. Only the gods know. I don't want to go twenty miles into the wilderness and have to turn around. ”

Aguna rubbed her face, trying not to show her tiredness too much, but Flower's song of pain had drained her energy. "Maybe we should hide for a month and let this all calm down," she said. That ogre's cave smelled like his, but I bet it was dry inside, and warm air was blowing. ”

He nodded, pensive. What's so bad about that? If Pepper is okay now, he'll be fine in a month. If you're lucky, most of the snow will be gone by then, which will make the trip easier. If they still need to build their own roads, at least they can see where they are going.

"Mom, do you know any tricks to keep people out of sight?" Gabi asked. "Like you did on a cart, but when we moved?"

"Not what you think. Then I'm going to have to cast spells on everyone, and it's not as good as Pepper. We won't be spotted from a distance, but we won't sneak up on a soldier, beat him with a stick, take his money. ”

"Do you think the shadows will be able to find Pepper when he's hiding?" Andlocks asked.

Aguna tilted her head slightly, pensive. "No, I don't think they can do it. If the wolf sca

Nor can I find him, and I won't. ”

"So can you use your charm to hide us from the shadows?"

"No, I don't think I can't. Not hidden. I can easily protect us. Don't let them bother us directly. But don't let them see us? It's not that simple, ogre. Just because Pepper is hiding doesn't mean he's really gone. He is not going anywhere and does not stop existing. He hides you and the wolf sca

The part that can be seen. If your eyes are fixed on him, you won't recognize what you're looking at. Then he has a little trick to divert your attention. I just barely understood it, let alone put its wisdom into the spell. ”

Androcles thinks he gets a rough idea, although in practice it sounds implausible. "Then the question of waiting is that the king controls these shadows and so far they have not had any problems in our vicinity," he said. I don't want to find out one morning that they've had ogres, centaurs, or dragons step on our beds. Can you turn the curtains open? Maybe it can reverse the king's magic?"

"To do that, I need a lot of evil power, and I don't want to touch it. Most of my tricks work because my heart is pure. ”

She said it so seriously that Androl couldn't help but laugh. "Is your heart pure?" Your language is so vulgar that it makes the girls drunk on its own. ”

"Maybe you're just having a bad influence on me," she said, a small smile on her face.

"I'm looking forward to making you less pure," he said with a grin.

Agunn laughed maniacally, then giggled again as she saw that Hana and Gabi didn't react.

"But then again, you know what people say about unclean land, Aguna. It needs to be flipped through well. ”

This time, he left her speechless. He could see her mind spinning, trying to think of a good answer that wouldn't reveal too much in front of the children. It's as if they don't know how this happens! What a pleasant surprise! His Aguna blushed like a girl! He grinned and said, "We'll go home and plow all the fields you can imagine." If you have a good horse, it's much easier than you remember. Would you like to ride an old horse? I'm sure it will take you where you want to go. ”

Her face did start to turn red, it wasn't winter wind – the air was still. She said angrily, "If I see something I like, I'll tell you!"

Wolf sca

, not knowing, said: "I don't see any other horses." Only those on the trolley. And the military's. But, I guess it's been a long time since I've been to see Pepper. I want to see him, pat him on the head like this—" At this, the little fairy patted the air, "so that I can go, and then come back and tell the flower how he looks." Then Flauer would know that he was all right. Then I can find a way that is not a road, and we can go to him. ”

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Okles is still teasing Agu

E, he finally succeeded once. She was glaring at him now, but there was something in that look that she didn't want to reveal. But wolf sca

He had his own plans, and no one could convince him at all. Wolf SCA

It's been a long time since Pepper has been reported. Week? Months? He barely remembered; A lot has happened since then.

"That's a good idea," he said. I don't want to go out today anyway. Didn't you say that there were two more armies nearby? I wanted to give them a day or two to decide where they were going. How long do you think you're going to take?"

"Oh, uh-huh......" wolf sca

As he spoke, he put his fingertips in his mouth and thought. "I don't know. But it won't be long, because I feel like we're close. There was a big place where the road had to be bypassed, but I could get through. Mountain range. Okay, Gabi, I'm leaving, so you'll have to kiss me. ”

Gabby tried to put on a smile, but it was so sudden that she wasn't happy. She reached out and let the fairy land on her. He did, and she kissed him on the forehead, then again, just to be sure.

"Me too," said Flor, shyly putting away his white cat ears. Wolf sca

Flew over and got the same treatment.

"And me." Agunn said. Wolfsca

And so it did. Then he looked at Androx.

"Good. Come here. After giving the fairy her due evaluation, Anchors added, "Little one, be safe outside."

"I'm going to fly high." Wolf sca

Seriously. Then he galloped away and disappeared into the bright sky.

The rest of the afternoon was spent in silence. Andlos slowly began to set up camp, taking breaks every once in a while because there was no rush and it hurt to move. Agn was content to whisper to the horses and keep an eye on the children, though she occasionally went out for a walk and looked around to see if anything was sneaking near them. He was grateful because he didn't want to.

There is almost no conversation, even between Hua and Gabi. However, even when they were sent to collect firewood, they kept an arm's length away. Flower's tail has been wandering looking for hers, but she doesn't have a tangled tail like he and Pepper did. Eventually, A

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Asked if they could go to an unseen place to play, were denied and frustrated about it.

However, the boy surprised them. He clears out a piece of hard ground and shows Gabby a game in which small rocks bounce in a circle.

Flower said he had seen the king's women play the game enough to understand the rules, but he had never been allowed to try it himself. It's better to play on a well-polished shield, but none of them are available. Finding the right pebbles is an ongoing task because they should be flat and round, and every time someone doesn't shoot well, they stomp their feet to find a better one. Eventually, even Aguna joined, and if the ground wasn't that deep, Andrx would have joined in. The rules allow three people to compete at the same time, which means Ga

bi and Flowe

Team up against Agu every time

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Watching the game didn't take Androx off his mind for long. Although the camp was well concealed and there was no road in sight, they were not visible from anything nearby. There is no wall to hide behind. Despite the lack of leaves, the surrounding bushes somewhat hid them, but also anything that tried to sneak up on them until they sniffed their robes, or stole their bread. Maybe he should hide in a cave, as Aguna suggests? No, if they tried, they might find another ogre.

He kept imagining what he would do if something stepped in from this direction or that direction. Should he pick up the spear, or should he grasp it with his hands. If a wolf-like beast came out of that side, between the four sparse trees, he would have to grab Flower and throw him aside. If it came from that side, through that muddy land, then he could try to throw that rock to distract himself and grab his spear on the way over......

Androcles even wanted to get his spear right now and sit with it until dark. He didn't do it, because once he did, the kids would stop enjoying their games and start worrying about what he was worried about. They need to rest. Their little heads can only withstand so much.

Worst of all, he knew he was moving sluggish now. His injuries would make it impossible for him to fight properly, and there were many questions about his murderous intent, and he wasn't sure if he would dare to try. Lately, things seem to have gone awry.

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The energy released by the okles is so much that it is visible to the naked eye, and it imbues evil magic, shadows, and monsters that God knows how many miles in all directions. If the wolf sca

It's believable, that's only half the story.

He couldn't even feel it above his heart, at least not directly. He could only locate it by its effect on his anger, which swirled like a sea of fire in his guts. Now he knew it was there, and it seemed to contain his killing intent, flowing from all over his body, much like the plug on a perfume bottle.

A few days ago, he was lying in a tent and was found and sewn up by Gabi. He was about to vent his anger, only to realize that Gabi and Wolf Scar were too close. He turned it inside, and it was too late to swallow it back into its normal range. He concluded that it must have hit the miasma, and loosened something. That's the cause of his pain, the reason why he felt something inside him start to crack.

Or is it not a miasma at all? Perhaps his murderous intentions were misguided, burning him like his enemies.

Mary's words rang in his head again. "You think you're strong, but that's a disservice. You bleed on us...... "What does she mean?" His murderous intent, or that miasma, or both? The process of extracting the stench was as painful as any wound, and the sight of death that accompanied it was certainly unpleasant. It's unforgettable. Lingering.

"Ah, you nasty little bastards!" You stinky, rain-soaked stinky cats! Aguna shouted, laughter echoing through the woods like brass bells, purifying the air.

Andlos smiled, closed his eyes, and just enjoyed the sound. The laughter of Flower and Gabby was so similar that he could barely tell who they were, and it was a joy to hear them after so long. How did he survive without it?

Old Thais will love it. The man always had a crush on children, which may be Andrx's genetics. It's also a good thing, because at the age of eleven, Anders is very difficult to deal with. Pain, anger, aimlessness, like a triremes without oars in a storm. Thais have always been gentle and unsparing in discipline and honey hospitality. A

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okles wants to know Ga

Have the bi or the boys ever had such an experience? Of course it is. He'll have to buy them some and figure it out again.

He relaxed and sat more comfortably on the bag of grain he had brought out to sit on. Under the fur on his shoulders, the air was quiet and warm.

Androcles turned his attention inward, staring at the sea of fire that was forever burning within him. What a strange thing it is; It's not real, it's not the kind of thing he can poke with his finger. He knew what his heart was like, and there wasn't much room in it. It was something else, like the heat emitted by the sun that never set, which he could never observe with his eyes.

His murderous intent, his anger, his anger and will. It has no shape, and indeed no edges, and it is only when his mind rests on it that it proves its existence. But somewhere inside him it exists, and somewhere it doesn't. How could it be there, at the bottom of his belly? Why is it there, and not in the ankle or throat?

Indeed, why not? Can it be moved? He divided it into only two states: open and closed. Perhaps he was simply imagining that it had a place, which was purely the result of the strength and intention of his will. He had thought so for years. His intentions are to be violent, to hurt. For years, he had been convinced that he would kill the man in front of him. He has always believed that this power of absolute certainty gives his intentions practical force. But there must be more reasons for this; It had a place on him to rest.

He tried to imagine it on his left shoulder, just to see if it would go there. But that's not the case. He imagined harder, focusing more and more attention on the effort. It didn't move, it shook quietly as usual. He shifted his attention to the other shoulder, and as before, nothing happened...... Except for the slightest shock. A ripple, a shudder. He chose to try something else, and he turned his inner eyes to imagine that his well of anger was spreading within him, spreading to his limbs. To his surprise, a heat began to spread, like a stream of hot honey dripping into the blood of his legs.

He allowed himself to relax, let it spread, and with his inner eyes he watched it find strange paths and channels within him. In his imagination, it looked almost like a ball of roots, with many long threads running through his body. However, the feeling is not unpleasant. It even climbed up the sides of his ribs; Except for the broken one, which gathered there and stopped. It's funny.

But his heart has not been touched. It was strange to watch his will and anger crawl, spin and spread through his body, but now he could clearly feel where the miasma was, as clear as paint on the wall. It was like a pitch-black stone, incredible, lifeless, doing nothing but stopping Androcle's will from flowing where it wanted to go.

He tried to concentrate his intentions in one place again, this time in the palm of his hand. For a moment, a part slipped into the passage in the body and stopped there, but it didn't stay long. He picked up a pebble and placed it in the palm of his hand, wondering if its weight would keep his attention there and make it gather there.

It works. Soon, the weight of the pebbles on the palm of his hand combined with the feeling of pressure inside his skin as the force gathered to push the stone upwards. The longer he focused, the more focused his anger became, and even his fingertips felt warm. The heat and pressure filled his palm, and he cautiously peeked to see if it glowed like embers. This is not the case.

He had been thinking about it, mostly out of curiosity, as his will was increasingly clutched in his hands. He could feel the stones. His attention was focused on its surroundings, exploring its outline. Its image is formed in his mind, and its shape presents perfect details. He studied the experience more and more closely, and felt that he had learned more than he had learned in years.

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Okles pressed the collected willpower against the stone, wondering if he could peek inside.

A deafening thunderclap woke him up from his fantasy. If the ribs had allowed it, he would have jumped long ago.

Gabi, Flower, and Agunn all screamed, their eyes wide open to him. He also stared into their gaze with wide eyes and confusion. A sweat stain slid down his cheek. Rain? Sweating? He closed his hand to wipe it off, only to realize that the pebbles were gone.

Completely gone, not even the powder remained. He noticed a ring of redness and swelling on his palm, perhaps a bruise. He wiped his cheek and found blood.

"Dad, what's going on?" A panicked Gabby asked. She was crazy and her hands were shaking.

"I ......," he wanted to say, but stopped again. What the hell is going on? He wiped the blood that had dripped from another part of his face. Not much, not much from broad and profound cuts. More like a small stab. Then he understood: "I accidentally broke a small stone."

"What did you do?" Flower asked, his golden eyes wide open and anxious. He jumped up and staggered over to get a better look. Gabi was not far behind him.

"Well, I ......" he spoke, but closed his mouth again, not knowing how to explain it. He turned his attention briefly to his heart, just to see what his murderous intentions were. It retreated, back into his stomach. "I found that I could now transfer my anger to my heart. I've never done this before. When I threw it into a small stone that I picked up, this pox-laden thing exploded on me. ”

For the first time in her life, Aguna was not angry. She must have been so surprised that she forgot to put on her usual appearance. Her words sounded scathing, but were actually just curious: "What do you mean you mean you're moving around your evil?" How is it? Are you angry about different things?"

"No, it's ...... It's hard to explain. But my anger was always like something inside me, like water in a kettle. It will come when I want it. Some in the military call this killing intent, which is something that veterans will have after winning enough battles. Just by seeing the look in their eyes, you know they're going to kill you. This is good for scaring off recruits. I've always been stronger than most people because I've been through more fights. But I've never really tried to do anything with it, or at least haven't done anything like it. ”

Another drop of blood ran down his nose and into his beard. He sighed. "Little flower, Gabi, go find a clean cloth and wipe these little wounds clean. Let's see if there are still rock fragments stuck on me. ”

The children rushed to the car to see what they could find, but it didn't take long for them to find all the bandages in use. He saw Flower pick up the last few pieces of red cloth and give them to the wolf sca

Make little robes, he and Ga

Bi looked at each other nervously.

"If you don't have any bandages, go get some snow."

The snow, it turned out, just made a mess. He thought it would suck blood in, but it was more of a smear than a soak, and the icy meltwater had a way of dripping all the way into his shirt. However, Flower did manage to remove a sharp stone the size of a child's fingernail from one of the wounds, much to the nervous boy's horror and relief.

Without saying a word, Arguna handed him the spear, and he didn't even realize that she had gone to pick it up. After a while, the children realized that something was wrong, and when Agner gathered them behind him, they became stiff and pale. Only then did she whisper in his ear, "In the bushes to the north." Eye. ”

He took a few breaths to find it: a spotted feline, the same color as rotting leaves lining the dirt, almost perfectly camouflaged. Its eyes shimmered yellow, like those of boys, and it was only then that Androcleus saw its face: the face of a man the color of muddy water. A black panther with a human face. Lovely. Oh my God, why not?

"What's the matter?" I didn't see anything! Hana muttered eagerly.

"I don't know." Then, he raised his voice and said, "Can you speak?"

The horrible thing didn't respond. It was only when Androcles stood up with the spear in his hand, keeping his eyes fixed on it, that it rose from its prepared crouch and took a step forward. The face of the cat monster is wrinkled, bare, and smoother than a normal face. It looks more like a mud doll than a person; All the features are there, but something is missing. As far as he knew, it might even be female, but he didn't think so.

The cat pulled its lips back, looking like it was smiling, but it looked more like a beast with teeth bared. They have the same razor-sharp teeth as the shark in front of the Thunderbolt, but are more jagged, as if it spends a lot of time chewing on bones and rocks.

Just looking at that thing made him feel sick; It slipped forward like a leopard chasing a lamb, and its expressionless manly face made him feel so disgusted that he thought he was going to throw up.

"Argon, do you know what that is?" He asked.

"No, no," she replied calmly and restrainedly. He sensed that she was genuinely scared.

"Well, I hate it." He stamped his feet and shouted, "Get out!" Go for it!"

Instead of flinching as he had hoped, the thing chose that moment to lunge at him, mouth open, claws outstretched. The children screamed.

Androcleus spun the spear and swung it with both hands, hoping to grab something next to its head. It flashed backwards, barely out of reach.

His broken ribs erupted in hot pain, forcing him to grit his teeth and grin at the cat monster. The shredded skin on his arm felt like a huge peeling blister from his armpit to his forearm, but that didn't slow him down. Ribs may hold him back at the wrong moment, though. He gritted his teeth, frowned, and plucked up the courage to face the pain that was coming.

"I have a shield." Agunn said he was standing behind him, a bit like a father. He nodded without looking; Vocally, she pushed the kids back to give him some space. Good.

The panther's eyes swept past him and began to spin around. Androxes turned to follow him, but by the time he realized it was just trying to get around him, not outflank him, it was too late. He jumped out and stabbed it with his spear, just enough to prevent it from passing through Argon's shield.

He stabbed a few more times, but the beast danced around the tip of his spear like a leaf in the wind. Arguna staggered backwards, then was picked up by Flower and Galby.

The shield was gone, and the three of them hurried back behind Angelus, who did his best to stop it. Gabi had been screaming—short, staccato screams that made his ears ache. Flower kept his mouth shut, as if he was scared of what would happen once he opened his mouth.

At this moment, the wolf suddenly ran out of the car. She growled under her breath, threatening, but did not dare to attack alone. She seemed to be as upset about it as he was. Still, she rushed between the thing and Gabi. Thank you, gods.

Anclex stabbed forward again, and the feline monster still easily bypassed the attack. One after another. Each time, the thing seemed to be one step ahead of him. It reminded him of a weasel he had seen fighting snakes. The weasel won.

He made a feint and did a series of quick half-cuts to try to get it off balance. In an instant, its footing seemed unstable, and he stabbed forward again. His spear barely hit the thing in the front shoulder. As before, it slipped away; But before that, he cut it well.

It screamed at him, the first time he had heard it make a sound. Its pitiful voice was somewhere between a young woman and an angry crow. His stomach hurt again, and he felt his face turn blue.

He tried to swallow his lunch, but was distracted for a long time. The evil thing lunged at him again, this time past the tip of his spear and into his chest.

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Okles put down the spear in time, put his hand against the ribs of the spear and threw it down, but the spear bit the bear skin and grabbed it. Its claws clawed at his legs, but somehow failed to slip through his thick woollen pants. He lifted the thing up and threw the bearskin out as well.

Buck Bobby jumped forward, slammed it with his front hooves, and then poked in with his powerful horns as it tried to break free. The beast trampled it on the ground, as if it were going to push it into the ground and bury it. The panther must have been stabbed in six different places, but that didn't stop it from screaming, nor did it slow down its frantic writhing and twitching in an attempt to break free.

Androcles picked up his spear and grunted in pain as he bent too quickly. This time, since the human leopard is unable to move, it is an easy target. He had stabbed it at least twenty times, making a mess, and when the deer finally looked up, he had to help pull it out of Poppy's horns.

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Okles looked at the bucks, and their eyes met. It looked at him coldly, as if to say, "Why should I take care of this for you?" He nodded as gently as he could, then turned away. What more does that bastard want, gratitude and sweet cakes?

Before he knew it, the claws of the second panther had bitten him on the shoulder. Its front and hind paws were plunged into his flesh, strapping the horrible thing tightly around him, and he couldn't fix it unless he bled a lot. Before he could come up with an idea, it began trying to bite into his skull.

The moment he felt its teeth hit the bone, he unleashed his killing intent, almost pure instinct. The second panther screamed at his hair and continued to dig. It stiffened, but in a way, its claws bit his shoulders and thighs more tightly.

Agu

What if she doesn't have a shield ready? In a panic, he struggled to control his anger and tried to pull all his anger back in, but something went wrong. He could feel it swirling in his guts, feel it roaring out of his entire skin, feel how it was hindered and stopped by the miasma. As soon as he realized that he had a miasma cancer in his heart, his anger was vented on him like it had gathered on a stone in the palm of his hand.

He felt a slip. Then there was a snap.

A morbid sense of darkness broke free from his body and seeped into his body. It soon permeated everything, burning in his veins like the acid of the plague. He gasped, almost howled, using all his attention and energy, trying to point it at the creature.

It disobeyed him, and his body became a battlefield. All over him, his killing intent oppressed, fighting the miasma, it burned, devoured, devoured everything it could. His anger churned, fighting against it, pushing it around like oil and water in a shaking pot. The darkness inside him is poison. That's death. It literally killed him.

He should have been killed years ago. It was meant to be like this. He now realizes that if his murderous intent hadn't been against it, he would have died long ago. Every year, with every killing, they get stronger. Twenty-five years of bloodshed made him what he is now. With each battle, the miasma on his body grew, and in response, his killing intent grew to contain it. No wonder it has become so powerful in the last few months - he killed a cyclops and a goddess. Will their death create a miasma? Their corpses?

He didn't have time to think further. The monster above his head twitched, inhaling heavily, and his voice sounded human-like. When Anchors regained consciousness, he felt its claws writhe inside of him. He grabbed the spot above its front paws and tried to pull them out, but the fire of war burning inside him robbed him of the strength of his arms.

The horrible guy licked the blood off his forehead. Its tongue feels human-like, soft and wet. The cold air made him clearly aware of the saliva on his forehead, and he cried out: "Oh, die! The ravens took it all!"

True anger and indignation erupted in his heart, raising the struggle between his will and the miasma to new heights. The pressure of the conflict grew more and more until he realized that he had made a serious mistake - the two great powers had grown too much for his skin to bear.

He wanted to channel it all out, but the burning oil inside him slipped from his mental fingers and squeezed outwards against his skin. It pressed against his skin until it cracked in several places at once, like steam coming out of a well-covered pot.

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Okles smelled burnt hair and clothes. He tried to look down through the ugly creature's thick fur, but caught a glimpse of the fire. Tiny flames erupted all over his body, burning small holes in his clothes before they came out.

Within him, two forces swelled, fighting each other, scorching him. His mind was desperately fumbling for what to do to stop it, to save himself before he was lit like a lamp and burned alive in front of his women and children.

The sound was so loud that he could barely concentrate, and he realized that Aguna was screaming in horror along with the children.

Get out! He shouted inwardly. Get up, get out!

He focused his attention on the wet spot on his forehead that had been licked by it a few seconds earlier, imagining that all the energy in his body was gathering there. He screamed to keep himself focused, pouring all his energy into that place, hoping that everything would flow upward.

It obeyed, miasma and everything. It felt like an oil fire on a stormy ocean, but it could all of a sudden gather on his forehead, collapse, and heat up to incredible brightness.

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Okles buried his head in the monster's fur and pulled it over himself. Get out! He commanded, pushed.

These two powers slid out of him and into the object's body, and the thing immediately burst into flames of rage and splashed on the ground around him.

But the fire is still raging. He couldn't go back. It was like lamp oil, nourished by the power in his body, burning higher and higher. As he screamed into the sky, it popped out of his open eyes, his open mouth, his entire torso. The flames burning above his head shimmered bright green and red.

It rose higher and higher, sucking everything out of him. He could feel a stench emanating from him, a deathly hissing sound in his flesh.

Fire gushed out from above the tree, all the way upward, into the sky. It forms a bright pillar in the sky, dimming the vast expanse of the deep blue of the ocean in comparison. He felt blisters on his skin and smelled his clothes burning.

Stop! He wills. Over and over. Over and over. Stop!

The shocking pillar of fire was extinguished, leaving behind a cloud of yellow smoke that disappeared in a few moments.

Exhausted, Androx collapsed to the ground, unable to support himself any longer. His brain was too tired to even bother to see how much of his murderous intent remained, if any; But he felt as if a burden had been lifted from his heart. The small amount of miasma remaining in his body quickly evaporated into the air, and it was all over.

The focus of the battle was gone, and he heard the screams of his family again. Agn was running around the small camp, calling his name over and over again, and in a moment he felt like he had been smashed by the snow. They are putting out the fire. You've thought so well.

"Oh! He grumbled. He felt scorching and pain in every part of the body, inside and out.

"I think he's out, Mom!" The fires were extinguished. A desperate flower shouted, his voice hoarse with excitement. Daddy, can you hear me?" There are only two of them! It's okay now!"

Gabby fell on his chest and began to shake him, trying to wake him up. "Don't die! She shouted. "Oh, Daddy, wake up!"

Androx wanted to open his eyes, but they felt sunburned. "I'm awake, you silly girl. I just wanted to get myself excited. Calm down. ”

"Can you survive?" Flower shouted.

"Well, I hope so."

Aguna kicked him in the knee and said, "You young man and a bastard! How dare you scare me like that! You'd better hope you die next time, you ungrateful bastard!"

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If Okles still had the strength, he would have grinned. He strained to open his eyes to reassure them. "Help me sit up," he said, holding up his arms. He let out a sigh as they pulled him up, and his ribs were gently pulled up. Surprisingly, his clothes were the worst. The scorched marks and scorched holes made most of the clothes he wore almost useless, and the cold air had crept in.

He bends his fingers and toes. Seriously, he didn't feel that uncomfortable, thinking about how much it hurt just now. He was sure he was covered in burns, but to his relief, he only looked a little red.

"What's wrong, Dad?" Flower asked. "Why are you on fire?"

He opened his mouth to explain, and just then he heard shouts and trumpets from the army on the mountain pass. They saw the fire. Of course. How could they not notice? Nothing is easy. Realizing this, other sounds were heard, beastly roars, trampling of grass and trees, and the dark, heavy thump of some kind of huge object. A lot of things. Leadership is here.

The army, and other monsters that the King's Shadow is awakening. Everything within a few miles of the surroundings saw the lighthouses he had become, and judging by the sounds, they all began to move in his direction.

"Damn," he muttered.