Lucis lifted his stiff neck, his trembling and cloudy gaze gathering together with difficulty, looking towards the once dazzling island in the distance, but now this familiar land in the distance was enveloped with an unusually strange and terrifying aura, the aura of killing and blood intertwined, the breath of death so thick that it was disgusting.

At the far end of the sea, the rising sun still lit up the night with a hint of warmth, a night that was so long that it was almost eternal, and yet ...... But he could no longer light up Lucis's beating heart.

On the undulating sea, Lucis looked down in silence and sadness at the dagger in his hand, which was wrapped in a black suede sheath and a blade, and the end of the dagger was a wooden handle carved with simple and intricate patterns. He didn't know what the dagger meant, he only knew that it was something that the great King Bogur had entrusted to him on his deathbed. And he even gave up his relatives, his king, and his country for this dagger, and watched them go to destruction little by little, and he could do nothing about it, he could only flee in those miserable screams, watching one life after another wither under his eyes......

Tears of remorse and shame welled up in his eyes, silently across his blood-stained and tired face......

His hand clenched the dagger tightly, trembling slightly, and he tried to throw it into the tumbling waves several times, but finally gave up in a silent struggle......

"Protect it, and protect your ...... Heart!" the old voice of King Bogur echoed in his ears.

- But...... Great King, you forgot to tell me how to protect my broken heart?

The dust gradually settled, and the expanding desert finally stopped.

The Colonel stood dejectedly in the desert, but his back, bathed in the sun, still stood straight, like a soldier who would never fall, even though his strong body had long since turned bloody. The whole body was cut by the fine sand blade Countless fine wounds, the shallow ones only cut the surface of the skin, but the deep ones had already hurt the blood, and the scarlet blood gushed out of his torn wounds, and fell into the sand drop by drop along his bumpy muscles. The wounds were not the worst, the worst were the three sand spears that pierced his body, one that plunged diagonally into his abdomen, the other that shattered his thigh, leaving a horrific hole in blood, and the last one plunged straight into his chest, almost grazing his beating heart, and though he narrowly escaped, the sand spear shattered his left lung. A large amount of blood poured frantically down his trachea into his mouth with a violent cough, his breathing became disordered and difficult, and his life was like an hourglass that was gradually bottoming out, already in the final countdown. But his keen eyes still shone with tenacity and perseverance, and a faint but incomparably vivid smile on his vigorous and decadent face, and for a moment he seemed to feel the heart beating violently in his chest, the feeling of being buried with that desperate night many years ago......

In front of the Colonel was a thin, short figure, shrouded in black robes that looked equally weak, the wind blowing the hem of his torn robe, and the trance figure swayed in the sunlight along with the trance-like figure. But there was still a wolf-like look in that terrible face, and even in the bright sunlight, this figure still gave people a suffocating coldness, as if it was a demon who had escaped from the deepest part of hell. It's a pity that no matter how ruthless this evil ghost is at this moment, he has come to the brink of dying and struggling, the colonel's heavy punches on him are no less than a hundred times, after breaking through the armor of the sand he is proud of, every punch dropped by the colonel can almost make a crisp sound of bone cracking in his body, his left arm has been seriously bent under the colonel's heavy punch, and the ribs in his chest cavity are conservatively estimated to be broken more than five, and although the injury on his right leg is not obvious, the crushing fracture of the kneecap makes it extremely difficult for him to support his thin bodyNow the sharp pain that came from the nerve endings all over his body had frantically pushed him to the brink of losing consciousness, and the shadow of death was unbiased.

"Impossible, impossible, impossible!" Kazidi slammed out a mouthful of blood and roared out of control, "Who are you? Who are you? Who are you? Except for the Marquis Mars, who disappeared many years ago, there is no one in Corvitan who can match the fighting power of our black-robed emissary, you...... Who the hell are you?"

"Do you remember the beautiful kingdom that fell in seventeen years?" the colonel stood motionless, his eyes wandering over the distant white clouds in the sky, his expression in a trance with inexplicable sadness and mockery.

"Seventeen years ago?" Kazidi was stunned, looking at the old man in front of him in some amazement, the sun shining on his body, outlining a faint glow for his strong body, like a god of war descending on the world, dazzling.

"Don't you remember, the country that was buried by your black-robed envoy himself, the country that was once beautiful like a flower!" the Colonel's voice was filled with endless sadness, and he slowly refocused his gaze on Kazidi's body, and the sadness gradually turned into cruelty and hatred, "My homeland, the Kingdom of Bogul!"

"You...... Are you from the Kingdom of Bogul?" A hint of surprise suddenly crossed the face of the Kazidi owl, and those memories that had been buried by the years seemed to be vaguely clear again...... That cruel and hideous night, the figure running wildly in the corpses and blood, the rare strong man in the country that advocated peace, but turned his back on his country and people like a lost dog and fled, "You are, you are the soldier who escaped back then, that ...... Lost dogs!"

Kazidi's crazy laughter was unusually sharp and piercing, like countless sharp blades piercing the colonel's heart, "Did you survive until now? What was unexpected? You are already at this age, shouldn't you hide in the dog hole to catch your breath? What do you want to do when you jump out at this time? Are you a hero here? Is it a little too late......

"That's enough!" the Colonel, reluctantly raised, cut off Kazidi's words in a hoarse voice.

"Is it enough, it's not enough, it's not enough!" Kazidi coughed violently, and spat out a mouthful of blood, his body was obviously on the verge of despair, but his gradually smiling face was filled with more and more intense and inexplicable restlessness, "Your king is already dead, your kingdom is long gone, what reason do you have to be a hero? Gasping in the land of the enemy who destroyed your homeland...... What an embarrassment!"

"Bang!" A vague fist shadow came in an instant, the colonel staggered to Kazidi's eyes, and threw the last punch with all his might, blasting the ugly figure away again, he gasped violently, his slightly bent spine could no longer maintain an upright standing posture, he leaned over to look at the figure lying in the sand in the distance, and indifferently argued, "I have not turned my back on my king, I have not turned my back on my country, I am a soldier of Bogur, I have the cruel reality that I have to face!"

Then you should have died on that night seventeen years ago. Kazidi struggled to his feet, his face twisted together by the instantaneous pain, "But you escaped...... I see you running desperately, and there is not even a trace of guilt in your face...... As a soldier, you're a ...... Ah!!h

Kazidi's words were cut through the air, and he screamed with horror and pain. His pupils full of horror widened hideously, and he tried to move his gaze downward, and a blade of blood was gradually reflected in his cloudy pupils, and a cold, piercing chill suddenly came from his violently beating heart.

"It's over!" Su Anli trembled and held the long knife pulled from the waist of the city guard, the long knife sank into Kazidi's back, pierced through the front chest, the sharp silver blade pierced Kazidi's heart straight, time seemed to be slowed down hundreds of times at that moment, Su Anli clearly heard her violent heartbeat because of fear and nervousness, and at the same time, the heartbeat from the blade became weak and weak, the tight strings seemed to finally loosen at that moment, after heavy breathing like relief, Su Anli's shaking body was paralyzed with Kazidi in the next moment。

"It's over!"

The Colonel staggered forward until he reached the body lying in a pool of blood, he quietly watched the figure in the black robe, the viscous plasma stuck his robe tightly to the skin, the broken mouth revealed scarlet flesh, the blood still condensed at the wound, and then slowly flowed into the pool of blood below, and the viscous plasma gradually coagulated under him. The Colonel watched in silence, a relief or relief in his deep gaze.

"Finally...... Finally down, black-robed messenger!" muttered the Colonel, his face extremely pale, his bloodless lips trembling slightly, his hands shaking unconsciously with his clenched fists, his expression mixed with joy and sorrow at the same time, his moist eyes red. The haze that had been buried deep in his heart finally turned into a terrible roar at this moment, and those past events that he did not want to touch appeared in front of him one by one, hatred, hatred, remorse and guilt gradually condensed into clear and hot tears rushing out of his eyes, and the old and vigorous face wailed undisguised at this time.

"Colonel....... Grandpa!" Wren stepped forward slowly, patting the colonel on the shoulder comfortingly. His eyes also shimmered with silver shimmers, and they looked like sparkling lakes.