In Valhalla, two men covered in pain supported each other and limped forward.

The man on the left has a round face and drags a hideous black spear, while the man on the right has a pale face and holds a white-handled scimitar.

Both of them had gloomy expressions, as if they were hiding unsolvable sorrow in their hearts.

Hurried footsteps rang out in the front of the hallway.

More than a dozen warriors of the black sand collar appeared in front of them, murderous and neat movements.

The man on the right pulled the injury on his left shoulder and snorted in pain.

"Speaking of which, the little prince asked me privately......"

"Do you hate your majesty?" said Nicoleri, ignoring the sudden encounter with his enemy, glancing at the black spear, and asked Mielke, who was also dying:

"In his ...... After that?"

Mielke dragged his badly wounded thigh, only to feel that the Soul Killing Spear in his hand was getting heavier and heavier.

In front of him, the mighty old king and the majestic prince in the prime of life appeared at the same time.

"I don't have the right to hate him," said the former officer, grimacing, grimacingly, "I owe him too much." ”

Nicolai glanced at the enemies who were approaching them, the corners of his mouth curled upward.

"You know, old friend. ”

"I've always felt like you're gay—inseparable from Prince Suril," the Starfall patted Michael on the shoulder, pushing him away, "until I knew you were in love with his wife." ”

Mielke stiffened for a moment.

"Do you have to mention this?" asked Michael, bitterly.

The soldiers of the Black Sand Collar pulled out of formation, cautiously raised their weapons, and slowly surrounded the two scarred men.

Nicolai chuckled lightly, his expression open-minded.

"Then you should struggle to survive. ”

Nicolai held Mielke by the shoulder, holding him back and facing the enemy in front of him.

The Meteorite raised the Soul Breaker Blade, feeling the muscles that were almost uncontrollable under the severe injury, and said silently, "Even if it's for your Lady Adele." ”

Mielke looked at Nicola's back with a complicated look in his eyes.

A few seconds later.

"Don't always think about leaving your comrades behind and being a hero alone," Mielke didn't hesitate to stand beside Nicolai with his wounded leg on the ground with his soul gun, and face the enemy with him: "Didn't Kaslan's whip get enough back then?"

This time, it was Nicola's turn to fall silent.

The Starfall looked down and sneered.

Mielke couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth as he recalled the past.

A few seconds later, both of them burst into laughter at the same time.

The semi-encirclement of the black sand collar has been formed, and the enemies have fierce expressions: "Be careful with that gun...... Attack their wounds. ”

Neither of them, who were badly wounded, spoke, but raised their blades, ready for what might be the last battle of their lives.

Right now.

"Toot-"

A mournful trumpet sounded clearly from the center of Valhalla.

Nicolai and Michael were stunned!

This is......

"Toot-"

The warriors of the Black Sand Collar looked at each other in disbelief.

It was as if I had heard the most incredible command.

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At the sound of the trumpet, Tulha tugged at Cohen's collar and looked up in shock.

"Impossible," the Flame Knight lowered his guard officer and muttered, "This is ......"

Cohen's eyes were open in a trance, feeling the pain and loss all around him—his right arm was starting to hurt again.

He lost.

Ming Ming has fought with all his might, Ming Ming has seized every opportunity, Ming Ming ......

This was the first time he had experienced the feeling of powerlessness in the face of extreme conditions.

But it's nothing.

In the vigilance's hazy vision, the young figure lying on the ground was motionless and lifeless.

Raphael.

Tears blurred Cohen's eyes.

How could it be......

Cohen trembled as he looked at the puzzled Tulha, and then at his own sword on the ground.

The weapon that pierced Raphael's heart.

"Load-bearers".

No.

No!

Cohen cried out in pain in his heart.

There was blood in front of his eyes.

The heat of the Rising Japanese Saber invaded his skin, and Cohen felt like he was back in the scorching desert.

The old soldier's voice seemed to sound in his ears again:

"Little master, do you want to kill that orc, that monster, and avenge them all?"

"Do you want to get out of here and go back alive?"

"First of all, you have to change yourself and get rid of some burdens: become a real monster. ”

"It's just like them. ”

Cohen's pupils gradually focused, and the blood in front of him became thicker and thicker.

Become......

It's the same as them......

Monster......

In the next second, the starry light in Cohen's body exploded violently.

Tuleha subconsciously bowed his head.

I saw that the vigilant officer who was dying before had a fierce look in his eyes, roaring and stretching out his starry hands!

Tulha was surprised!

Cohen grabbed Tulha's arm and jerked it with all his might!

The knight reacted extremely quickly and shook the Rising Japanese saber in his hand.

But Cohen's instantaneous outburst exceeded his estimates.

The vigilante snatched himself from the ground and slammed a headhammer into the Burning Knight's chest!

Boom!

Kill him.

Tear him apart.

Tulha snorted and took two steps back, surprised that his opponent still had the strength to attack.

The two were so close that the asahi saber could only graz Cohen's shoulder, and the smell of cooked meat came from the sizzling sound.

The vigilant officer's shoulder burst into flames.

But Cohen ignored it with red eyes and roared to take a step.

Like a wild beast, slam Tulha against the wall!

Cut him off.

Chew him up.

The Fire Knight's saber was pulled back, but Cohen held his wrist down.

The blade barely had time to burn a horrific wound in the side of the guard's neck.

"Ahh

In the extreme pain, Cohen, whose left shoulder was burning, roared angrily as he held down Tulha's arms.

He felt the sparkle of the stars pouring out from his heart at all costs.

Seemingly endless energy filled his muscles, expanding and contracting tendons, numbing his nerves, and making him feel the slightest fatigue or pain in his body.

That's what it feels like......

This pleasure ......

His eyes were red.

There is only one thing in mind.

Like a ...... Monsters alike.

Monster......

An inexplicable and familiar impulse spread from the bottom of my heart.

Smash him.

Destroy him.

He could feel the beating of his heart, faster and faster, and trembling louder and louder.

Step by step, it is also approaching the limit of the heart's load.

"On the battlefield, some old soldiers are inconspicuous," Tuleha, who was caught off guard, was expressionless: "But once I see the bloody ......"

"You will become a demon on the battlefield, and even your personality will change. ”

As soon as the words fell, Tulha returned a gavel!

He took advantage of the momentum with another knee, knocking Cohen at the end of the crossbow three meters away and falling hard.

"Ahhh......h

He raised his head with bared teeth and looked at his opponent with a frantic expression, reaching out to extinguish the flames on his shoulder.

He only felt that the blood all over his body was stirring, and the pleasure was endless.

Hunt him down.

Grate him.

To the sound of the trumpet, Tulha walked up to Cohen and looked at the beastly vigilante with his eyes on fire.

The Fire Knight shook the blade in his hand and said disdainfully, "That's a good thing, soldier,"

Tulha slowly opened his eyes, and madness and satisfaction began to burn in them: "Accept our nature as tools of killing. ”

"After all," he said, raising his knife and grinning, "humans are born to kill their own kind." ”

Cohen grinded his teeth, his eyes were terrifying, and he bent over like a beast, as if he was ready to pounce at any moment.

Monster......

Abandon...... Encumbrance......

Like a ...... Monster......

Cohen's reddened eyes skimmed over his opponent's weapons and limbs, and over the "load-bearer" sword on the ground.

Almost instinctively, he instantly figured out the path and method of attack.

Kill him!

Tear him apart!

Right now.

A hand was placed on Cohen's shoulder.

Cohen, who was highly nervous, trembled violently and was about to turn around and strike!

"Relax. ”

"It seems to be the armistice of the Black Sand Collar. A brisk and weak voice rang out from behind him.

Hearing this voice, Cohen and Tulha froze at the same time!

The voice was not heavy, but it was full of confusion:

"That kid...... I actually did it. ”

At that moment, Cohen's emotions began to subside, and the red in front of his eyes slowly faded.

The sparkle of the stars in the body also slowly receded.

The vigilante shuddered and turned around.

Tulha was completely stunned, his eyes staring at him in disbelief.

He watched as the man behind Cohen clutched his chest, leaning on Wya's shoulder, struggling to get up.

"How...... How can it be ......" the Fire Knight stammered, "How is it possible?"

Cohen trembled and reached out his hand, took the other man's arm, and held him up, his face full of shock:

"Raphael?"

"You...... How do you ......"

I saw the man who was pierced through the heart by a sword, the young man of the kingdom's secret department, Raphael Lindbergh opened a pair of red eyes, and black veins surged on his face.

It's like a black snake crawling up its face.

The Fire Knight stared at the young man's heart—it was as good as ever.

He swept the ground again—the pool of blood was not gone.

It's just impossible to stab ......

The clothes are still torn......

But......

"Impossible," looking at the smooth skin on the other party's chest, and then at the strange black lines on his face, Tuleha frowned, and was more solemn than ever: "What the hell are you...... What is it?"

Raphael shrugged weakly, the black veins on his face trembling.

"What's that?"

"Fire Knight, you said you ...... Calcined in the hell of blood and fire?"

In the Black Sand Collar's Retreat, Raphael smiled.

He pressed his body against the shoulders of Huaiya, who was also shocked, and the black veins on his face gradually faded:

"I have deep doubts about it. ”

"You must not have seen it...... A real hell. ”

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When Tails walked out of the Hall of Heroes in a trance, he was on the verge of collapse.

The white-knuckle guards and palace guards, led by Lord Justin, and even the Grand Duke's personal guards, stared at the young prince with strange and surprised eyes.

The Black Sand Leader warriors, led by Viscount Kambida, had sharper eyes, and there was no lack of hatred and killing intent.

Quite a few of them had their blades stained with blood.

But in the face of the two swords-rattling soldiers in front of him, Tyers, whose expression was relaxed, seemed to be completely stunned and did not react.

Compared to what happened in the hall......

The prince chuckled.

Once in the sea......

"Relax. Tails exhaled wearily and shook his hands at the centaurs on either side of him indifferently, as if they were just rows of clay statues.

"The truce horn has been blown ......" The small figure limped through the battle formation composed of swords and swords: "It's not that you haven't received orders......

Tails was like a sailboat parting the waves, and everywhere he went, whether it was the Black Sand Collar or the Valhalla side, they consciously or unconsciously gave way to both sides.

It seems that the young figure of the prince is particularly lonely.

Tails trudged forward step by step, feeling only physically and mentally exhausted.

He walked past the doubtful white-bladed guards, past the vicious black sand-collar infantry, past the heavy sword, past the bow and crossbow, past the iron shield, past the terrifying chain hammer and page hammer.

But none of that caught his attention.

Until the end of the crowd, a familiar figure appeared in front of Tails' eyes.

Tails stopped.

The corners of his mouth curled.

The suppressed heartbeat, which had almost stagnated for a while, suddenly became cheerful.

Tails raised an eyebrow and looked at the skinny man in front of him—his hair was disheveled, his clothes were torn, and the signs of being bound were still obvious.

"Good day, Putira," he sighed slowly, curling the corners of his mouth, "what an embarrassment." ”

"Good day, Your Highness," Putirai looked at him with deep meaning, nodded, calm and calm:

"Each other, each other. ”

The two of them, one large and one small, stood in the encirclement of the black sand collar, bearing the eyes of vigilance, hatred, or resentment, and looked at each other quietly.

After a second, Tails showed a reluctant and weak smile, and he lowered his head, "Thank you." ”

"No, it's because we should thank you," Putile sighed lightly, blinked, looked at the soldiers around him with unkind expressions, and sighed, "You just did something that even the masters of the Extreme Realm, even the thousands of troops, even the gods and calamities could not do......"

"We won. ”

We won.

Win?

The deputy envoy of Xingchen sensitively noticed that the prince's mood was not high.

"Ah," Tails shrugged, his expression gloomy, "what about the others?"

Putile squinted slightly.

"The truce has just sounded," the thin lieutenant exhaled faintly, "Give them a little time." ”

Tails lowered his head.

Those people.

Those who sacrificed their lives to lure the enemy so that he could infiltrate the halls......

How many more will come back?

At this moment, he suddenly noticed that there were five or six people standing in the corridor from a distance, watching this side vigilantly and calmly.

The leader was an old man with sunken cheeks, a low nose, and eyes not as deep as the usual Northlanders, who were quietly and calmly closing his eyes.

Tails recognized the old man who had only two faces—it was he who had scolded several unruly archdukes before King Nunn and Peverett duel, and he was walking beside the Scarlet Witch before Tails' carriage broke into the city gates.

"That's ......," Tails wondered.

Putile followed his gaze and nodded: "Well, the fiefdom count of Longxiao City, the most trusted vassal of King Nunn for many years, His Excellency the Prime Minister of Lisbane of the Imperial Council. ”

"I was also startled when he and the High Priest of the Haoyue Temple appeared at the same time. ”

Tails looked at the few guards around Lisbane and was surprised:

"Leaving the army behind and following the high priest into the palace alone, he really has the courage. ”

Putile smiled.

"If you have learned anything from our journey, Your Highness," the deputy envoy of the stars said indifferently, "then I hope it is ......"

"Never underestimate the courage of the Northlanders. ”

Thinking of Nunn and Rumba, Tails sighed and nodded in response.

At this moment, the afterglow of the two moved in unison.

One of the four hallways leading to the Hall of Heroes, two people appear at the end.

It was a young man, .et, and a man in the prime of life.

It was the star veteran who had followed the Starlight God of War and followed Tails in the birch forest, Jenard, who leaned on the shoulder of the recruit Willow and walked towards this side.

The soldier with the gun was pale and seemed very nervous.

Tails was relieved.

Behind them were two tired men of the White Guards: Nicollet and Mielke, who seemed to be seriously wounded, limped to each other.

A figure appeared in front of him: the Whiteblade Guard, the soldiers of the stars, not only their people, but also the soldiers of the Black Sand Collar.

In another corridor, the unhappy Fire Knight was wearing a lightly damaged piece of armor, and his sturdy body walked slowly, seemingly uninjured at all.

Behind him, a sluggish Cohen and Waiya, as well as a pale-faced Raphael, shuffled and smiled at them.

Tails clenched his fists.

A group of soldiers with black sand collars carrying stretchers and carrying a short-haired woman whom Tails did not recognize, came back only to see Viscount Kambida's face change and step forward.

At the end of the line, the Wind Ghost struggled to hold the splint in his right hand and carried the dying Miranda Arend in his back to the field of vision.

The female swordsman was immediately taken over by Cohen and Raphael, who had poor faces.

At that moment, Tails took a breath in, then exhaled deeply.

Not all of them are back, but ......

At least......

At least......

Looking at the people walking in the distance, Tails finally couldn't support the exertion of his body, and he sat down on the ground.

At this moment, the deputy envoy of the stars saw the prince close his eyes tightly and curled the corners of his mouth.

"Ah, Puttier," said Tails, with a slight tremor in his voice, reassuringly:

"We won. ”