Valhalla, another corridor.

Miranda's sword cut a folded line in the air.

"Boom!"

With the crisp thud of metal, she gritted her teeth and staggered past Chloehi.

The next second.

"Whew!"

A streak of blood sprang out of Miranda's lower abdomen, and Chloehi's left leg was badly deformed.

The two men with their backs to each other pulled away, shook their figures, and both fell to the ground.

"Haha, worthy of being the chief," Chloehi sat on the ground with a tired face, endured the pain and pried open the deformed leg armor with the blade of his sword, pressing the bones, "I can still do this when the injury is not healed." ”

Miranda leaned against the wall in a cold sweat, covering the wound in her abdomen, constantly urging the Pegasus to slow down the flow of blood and the tightening of muscles, but ignored her words.

They know that after a short but fierce fight, each other has reached the limit, and what remains is a competition of perseverance and spirit.

"Tell me," Miranda said with difficulty, "betray your friends, kill the king, and use the Tower of Termination to satisfy your ambitions......"

"How does it feel, Ash?"

Chloe Ash paused slightly, and turned his gaze to the sword in his hand.

That's the Saber Leader from the Tower of the End.

The hilt of the sword is engraved with the unique logo of the "Pegasus" family: the Silver Winged Pegasus, which represents unwavering faith.

"It feels great, Mira. ”

Chloehi retracted her gaze and sneered, "The pleasure of breaking the rules." ”

Surprisingly, Miranda was not angry or confused.

Miss Aarend just looked at her quietly, her gaze subtle.

"Ash," the swordswoman said softly, her tone full of sadness, "you must have had a terrible time in the past few years since you left the tower, haven't you?" ”

Chloe Ash shuddered slightly.

Her arms stiffened.

"I heard from Kaslan that you were rejected by the White-Bladed Guards. ”

"Otherwise you wouldn't ......"

Miranda sighed, "But I beg you, don't lose yourself - think of your 'Heart of the Sword'. ”

The hallway fell silent.

Chloehi's breathing grew faster and faster.

Heart of the Sword.

It's mine...... Heart of the Sword?

"Mira," Chloehi gritted his teeth, "you are a noble-born heir to the North, who has just graduated and served under the Stronghold Flower......"

"Shun is like you, of course, you don't understand what kind of struggle a woman from ordinary background has to go through in this world. ”

Miranda was slightly stunned.

Just as she was about to ask "what is the struggle", the other party suddenly broke up from the ground and limped towards her!

Miranda was startled, ignoring the pain in her abdomen, and jumped up!

"Boom!"

The sword "Eagle Soar" and the "leader" of Croesy collided in the air, stalemate with each other.

"White-Bladed Guards?" Chloehi shook her arms, condescendingly suppressing her opponent.

Miranda could only cope with all her strength.

Both of them listened to the strength of the swords in a trembling sword, and the intersection of the two swords continued to shift back and forth, and each tried to find the most suitable force point and attack rhythm.

"Besides, from the most noble Longxiao City to the most remote country manor, no lord is willing to hire me, even if I can beat all their guards and rangers down," Chloesy said hatefully, "For more than a year, I have wandered around like a beggar that everyone hates, with the expectations and skills of the tower. ”

"So, when Rumba reaches out to you," Miranda saw the wound in his other leg, and turned his steps calmly, looking for an opportunity, "you are determined to repay death with death, even if it is against the creed?"

Croahi's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Miranda's eyelids moved, and she instantly seized the opportunity.

"Khooth!"

She twisted her long sword, quickly got rid of the unfavorable position that was suppressed, and then made a sharp turn of progress, taking advantage of the advantage of her feet to attack a sword!

But to Miranda's surprise, Croahi, who was injured in her left leg, didn't step back as she expected and fell into her rhythm.

I saw the round-faced female swordsman shout angrily, ignoring the injuries on her legs, and kicked forward on the ground!

What the?

Miranda's pupils shrank.

The sword grazed Croais's short hair, taking away a few strands of hair, and Croais's blade went straight to Miranda's wounded abdomen.

"Boom!"

In a moment, Miranda finally dodged the opponent's sword, but was hit in the ribs by the enemy's sword hilt.

In the midst of the severe pain, Miranda looked bitter and kept retreating until she fell to the ground.

Worst.

Ribs......

The wound from the previous battle with the Sword of Calamity is also faintly painful at this moment.

In front of Miranda, the overexerted Chloehi also collapsed, and she held the ground with her long sword, holding down her left leg, which was aggravated.

"You don't understand...... Chloehi said bitterly, "at last, in Manton City, a viscount has finally agreed to hire me—if I am willing to marry him." ”

"I know, I've done something like it before—he probably wants a woman who can swing her big sword in style and still be able to spread her thighs at night," Chloehi smiled sarcastically, "I thought he wanted that sense of accomplishment that would make him feel like a man." ”

"I refused. ”

Miranda felt the injury in her ribs and listened to the words of the same day with a pale face.

"'No matter how good you are, you're still a woman after all,' he said," Chloehi gritted his teeth and his eyes reddened, "just ......"

"Just the drug he gave me......"

"Before the seizure. ”

Miranda slammed!

She looked at her friend in disbelief, at the sad look on Chloehi's face.

The latter laughed sarcastically.

Miranda's heart was sour, and she whispered: "Ash......"

"I don't care what he does!" Chloehi's unusual smile made Miranda feel uneasy:

"Actually, he didn't do anything, did he?"

"But that night, I will always remember the look in his eyes, the words he said—the humiliation, the contempt," Chloehi's tone was quickened, "and the panic in my own heart at the time...... It was as if I was going to lose all my value as a woman soon. ”

"From that day on, I understood one thing. ”

The female guard captain of the Grand Duke of Heisha had a cold look in his eyes.

"The reason why I've run into walls everywhere and no one is accepted is not because of my lack of ability, not because of my poor physique, not because of my lack of experience," Chloehi straightened up tremblingly, pressed his weight on his sword, and said coldly:

"And just because I'm a woman. ”

Miranda looked at her old friend sadly and heartbrokenly, and felt a pang of anger in her chest.

Chloehi ......

You......

"In the Northlands, they don't believe that a woman can be a warrior, can fight with a sword, and can survive independently," Croahi's eyes were clear, and he staggered towards Miranda, "They don't allow it!"

"The world cannot tolerate women being 'stronger' than men, because that is their exclusive privilege," Chloehi took a deep breath, "and it is not tolerable for women to survive on their own without relying on men, because that is also their privilege!"

"Once you think about that, a lot of things fall into place. ”

"Remember, all the stories we've read in the Tower—knights, historical plays, romance poems, no matter what kind of woman she is, no matter how strong and self-reliant, no matter how loyal and unyielding, if she wants to be liked by the reader, she must meet one condition," Chloehi gasped, her eyes flashing fiercely: "She must be able to be by a man—by the protagonist!"

"When a woman with a noble status is **, the reader has a greater sense of accomplishment when he reads!"

"When a dignified and tall woman **, the reader sees a sense of conquest!"

"When a woman with all kinds of amorous feelings**, the reader can see it more refreshingly!"

"When the poor woman is **, the reader has a sense of dignity!"

"When a pure and lovely woman **, the reader feels more secure!"

"When the cunning and insidious woman **, the reader is even more relieved!"

"As long as it is a woman, whether it is a protagonist or a supporting role, they must be the appendages of men's lives, exist for men," Chloehi said, holding on to the wall, gritting his teeth.

"From reality to reality, from birth to death, from law to life, this is the story that this bastard world tells us over and over again - and ****** truth!"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Miranda shook her head in disbelief, her heart filled with trepidation: "Ash!"

"Even you, Mira, in the female heir star, will not obey you sincerely without a strong husband," Chloehi's eyes lit up with disgruntled and anguished anguish.

"Even an independent woman like Heart in the Rain and the Flower of the Fortress must achieve far more than ordinary results in order to achieve equal pay and status with men. ”

At that moment, Miranda suddenly remembered her past, the way her subordinates looked at her in the fortress, the expression of her father when she was seven years old, and the ...... Raphael.

"So, I got a little bit more of it. ”

"It's not the White Guards who reject me, it's not the lords who reject women's independence," Chloehi walked up to Miranda, her eyes were misty, and her voice was hollow:

"It's this damn world. ”

Chloehi's voice fell.

Miranda stared at her blankly, shocked by Chloehi's words, whether it was her past misfortunes or shocking opinions.

Chloehi calmed her breathing, then raised her sword steadily, a chill on her face.

She said hatefully, "them all. ”

The sword flashes!

Miranda endured a sharp pain in her ribs and rolled on her side in embarrassment, avoiding Chloehi's deadly sword slash.

If it weren't for the other party's leg inconvenience, I'm afraid she would have been in a different place.

Miranda reacted very quickly and turned around and sent the sword in her hand, straight to the opponent's abdomen!

Just as the immobile Chloehi returned his sword to resist, Miranda's sword magically spun around and stabbed straight out.

Right in the middle of Croaich's left ankle!

It's like Chloe Ich has let go of his sword.

"Bell!"

The blade of the sword slammed into the boots.

Chloehi fell to the ground in pain, clutching the ankle in his boot.

Belonging to the Pegasus series, Miranda's Pegasus movement tends to mobilize the rhythm of the enemy and the enemy at the same time in the linkage of back and forth, creating inadvertent opportunities to break the enemy, like a concerto that takes turns;

Chloehi's Pegasus movement is accustomed to actively mastering the overall rhythm of the battle, with a fast attack and a clear foe and friend, like a scherzo with strong contrasts between strength and weakness.

This was vividly demonstrated in the back and forth, Croahi's rib thump and Miranda's attack on the enemy's ankle.

"Ash, forget those unbearable pasts," Miranda said, shaking her head, wistfully, "You're thinking too much, you've shifted a particular hatred to ......"

"Overthinking?"

Chloehi, who endured the double pain in her ankle and leg, snorted coldly, "You don't understand, Mira. ”

"The most terrible thing is not the injustice suffered by women, but the fact that for thousands of years, even we women ourselves have taken this kind of thing and this kind of rule for granted. ”

The two former classmates both fell to the ground, staring at each other only three paces away.

That's exactly the distance of a sword.

The last sword.

"My mother was an ordinary country woman, and my father never loved her," Chloehi said, holding her leader, looking for an angle, "For as long as I can remember, the country woman sat in the house, twisting the knitting needle in her hand, and from day to night, by the lamp on the table, waiting for her only refuge to return from the glorious White Guard, though he never returned. ”

"My mother was still proud of that man, and considered it glorious to be the wife and daughter of the king's guard, as if all her and my worth could only be manifested in that man, even at my mother's funeral, when he first appeared before my eyes. ”

Chloehi chuckled.

Miranda stared at her foe's shoulder, Blade adjusting position with Chloehi's weapon.

"After my mother's depression died, I was taken back to Longxiao City, where I was entrusted to the care of a lady of noble birth," Chloehi's face darkened, "Lady Adele, she is married to one of the most noble men in the country, Prince Surril Walton, who is brave and promising. ”

"You can't imagine what I've seen," Chloesy couldn't help but quicken her breath, "If anyone else knows how to use rhetoric to whitewash the fact that women are property, then Suril Walton is probably an honest man—he should be a leather whip when dealing with property." ”

"As a child, I hid under my bed countless times, covered my mouth, and heard in horror that damned bastard enter the door," she said tremblingly, "and I heard Lady Adele scream in pain, and listened to the bastard prince who treated her like the most despicable slave girl, and vented his frustration with his wife again and again—Adele did not leave the first night to her new husband, but to a knight in her young hometown—in punishment for her own most disrespectful and insults. ”

"I always crawl out after he leaves disheartened, and comfort Adele, who is covered in **** and bruises. She was always covered with scars, and she hugged me with tears in her eyes, telling me, and at the same time telling herself: don't be sad, because this is her sin and the fate of a woman. ”

Miranda looked at Chloe in amazement—something she hadn't seen in the Finishing Tower before.

"You know what, Mira. Croesy said tiredly.

"In fact, from birth to death, we, the women, are not a whole human being compared to another human being," her voice staccatolates:

"When we were children, we were our father's property in exchange for another man's property, and when we grow up, our face and body are the face of our future husband, our first night and chastity are his dignity, our lower body is his territory, our womb is the storehouse of his bloodline, and even our thoughts must be theirs. ”

"When I cut my whole body, inside out, and cut it down, I found that the only thing in me belonged to me," Chloehi's eyes were full of gloom, "and there was only this sword." ”

"Ash. ”

Miranda wanted to speak and stopped, her eyebrows and eyes mixed with regret, incomprehension, discomfort and other emotions.

At that moment, it seemed that they had forgotten each other's swords.

Finally, Miranda sighed, "What the hell are you going to do?"

Chloe looked at her silently and squeezed out an ugly smile: "I'm going to use this sword ...... left"

"What a woman has been deprived of since birth...... Take it back. ”

"Let women be independent from now on. ”

At that moment, Miranda shook slightly, and leaned against the wall in distraction.

"I don't understand. She said with a bloodless face.

But Chloehi just snorted, seemingly unsurprised.

"Mira, I don't blame you...... You happy, pathetic, innocent, pathetic woman who is content with the status quo and has no consciousness. ”

Miranda pursed her lips, looked at the sword in her hand, and then at Chloehi.

"Whatever you're going to do...... The world, history, has been working like this for thousands of years, even if you become a god...... Such nonsense," she gritted her teeth and shook her head:

"There's no way you're going to make it!"

Chloehi jerked her head up!

"Of course I knew I couldn't make it!"

The Black Sand Collar's female guard captain's expression was painful and distorted, making Miranda's heart tremble.

"Whether it's the world's habitual beliefs, or the deep-rooted traditions of the Northland, or our own conscious ......" Chloesy took a deep breath and looked in a determined look: "But in everything, someone has to take the first step." ”

"Your Excellency, he is the only one in the Northland who can throw off his shackles, break with traditions, and break stereotypes," she replied with a nonchalant look, and said unquestionably, "and only when he shatters everything that Northland believes in, and denies the backward past inch by inch, can women hope to gain a new future in the new world built on the ruins, and live without being a subordinate to anyone." ”

Miranda didn't know how to answer, just frowned and shook her head constantly, her heart sour.

Ash......

Ash!

"The rest of the world may still not change, and in the end they will not look squarely at those women who yearn for independence and look forward to the future," Chloesy said coldly, "but I must at least let them know that in that turbulent and earth-shaking era, there was such a woman under the hands of the great duke who shook the world!"

"The world will know: she is a woman, but she can also bleed, make meritorious deeds, fight, and survive alone, without the need to be a man's wife, survive by her face and womb, and live with the identity mask given by this world!"

"Just like Queen Eliga, just like King Yao," Chloehi's eyes showed pain and hesitation, but then turned into indestructible ice: "Only in this way, through me, through our efforts again and again, again and again, again and again...... Fail. ”

"Only when injustice can be remedied can the predicament be broken!"

In the next second, Chloe Ash suddenly raised his sword!

Miranda also subconsciously raised the "Eagle Flight" in her hand.

"Sonorous!"

The two swords staggered and rubbed in the air, but neither sword had the slightest intention of resisting.

Instead, they both stabbed into the enemy's body!

"Whew!"

Blood flowed from both Miranda and Chloehi's chests at the same time.

The two of them, who knew each other very well, had guessed each other's intentions, and their postures were almost identical at the moment.

They stabbed forward with a sword in one hand, and held the blade of the sword stabbed by the other hand with the other, looking at each other with a calm atmosphere.

"So ......"

"For this inexplicable reason, you threw yourself at Rumba," Miranda grasped the blade of her old friend's sword, her eyes wide in pain and trembling, "betrayed us all." ”

Across from her, Chloe Ash smiled with a mixture of apology and relief.

A bright red liquid spread from under the two of them.

"No, Mira, it's not inexplicable," Chloehi said softly, her face trembling slightly, tears streaming from her eyes: "It's close at hand, it's just that you've been ...... by this world Discipline has to be taken for granted. ”

Miranda breathed in a trance, remembering everything in the tower, and the scene in front of her was blurry.

"Your Excellency, he carries the expectations and beliefs of so many people, including me......"

In her ears, Chloehi's voice grew farther and farther away, smaller and smaller, and more and more faint:

"He's going to make it. ”

"He has to succeed. ”