Just as Jonathan was about to come into contact with Soros, the magic in Soros's body exploded. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A blazing white light flashed, and vision was deprived of bright light for a short time.

After the radial white light drowned Jonathan, he still rushed unstoppably towards the castle behind Jonathan, where Lucia and the others were watching from the wall.

"Hecate. ”

Lucia didn't even bother to move, and simply threw this trivial matter to her own children.

Not at all like a grown-up, Miss Lucia.

Small things are small things after all, and as soon as Hekate raised his wings, the changing wings immediately grew to half the height of the castle, easily blocking the surging white light, and not even a single cent of it was leaked.

Jonathan, who faced the white light, was the most damaged, and when the light dissipated, everything that had been illuminated by the white light was revealed, and the ground melted like overbaked cheese, and the sand and dirt were mixed together. It is conceivable that Jonathan, who is in the middle of the right, is even more miserable.

Because of the thrust of the white light, Jonathan was pushed to the middle of the field, the skin of his whole body was burned black, and the whole person looked like a corpse that had been burned at the stake.

"Poof~ha~!"

Lucia couldn't even hold back and simply laughed.

"What kind of look are you, Jonathan, it's disgusting~!"

Unlike Lucia, the sympathetic Lamech doesn't smile at all.

"Is it time to laugh?!Hurry up and see if Jonathan is okay!!"

With that, Lamech ran towards Jonathan, the charred corpse, carefully avoiding the steaming ground.

It's no wonder that Lamech is in a hurry, Jonathan's current appearance looks too miserable, and from a human point of view, being burned into such a state of death is a certain death, that is, Jonathan's recent changes have given Lamech a little more hope.

Releasing the white light in one breath, Soros's body dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the skin with scales slowly fell off like a snake, and the swollen muscles atrophied, and soon retracted back to the size of a normal person.

It is said that it has shrunk back to the size of a normal person, but at this time, Soros is much more depressed than before drinking the potion, his skin is dissatisfied with the wrinkles caused by abnormal aging, and his muscles twitch like spasms.

This is the consequence of the loss of life force.

Soros knows his physical condition better than anyone else, his heart swells as if it is about to explode, and with each heartbeat, the indescribable swelling pain continues to spread from the heart to the limbs, making him feel that his physical strength is constantly disappearing, and the muscles and bones of his whole body are extremely sore, accompanied by the sound of the old door shaft being forcibly twisted.

If it weren't for perseverance, Soros would have collapsed immediately, and his current physical condition was simply terrible to the limit. However, it was not without gain, and he looked at the charred corpse standing not far away.

Although it is only a very small step, and it is a small step that Soros managed to take with all his might, it can be regarded as a first step after all, which means a lot to him, because it is such a small thing that makes his revenge from 'impossible' to 'very difficult'.

Just when Soros was rejoicing, the charred corpse was abnormal.

Click.

It was only a small sound, but it stirred up turbulent waves in this quiet place.

There were more and more clicking sounds, and cracks appeared on the surface of the charred corpse, and the cracks appeared unevenly, as if something was squirming inside, breaking the charred shell, and the cracks quickly spread to the entire surface of the charred corpse.

A charred shard fell to the ground, and a reddish eye looked at Soros through the gap where the shard had fallen off.

"How is that possible!"

Soros's first reaction was to refuse to accept the facts in front of him, because once he accepted it, it would mean that the hope he had so hard to see would be extinguished like a candle in the wind. It didn't take long for this feeling to emerge before it was replaced by fear, the fear peculiar to death, which urged him to flee.

Lamech glanced at Soros at the voice, but the warrior who used to be in strong gear was now like an abandoned stray dog, revealing the fragility of desolation all over his body.

The difference in position makes Lamai unable to sympathize with Soros as if nothing has happened, unable to lightly say that he can understand Soros's feelings, but he also can't come forward and fight to the death with Soros. In fact, Lamech himself didn't understand what he wanted to do.

It's not that she was chosen, but that she was confused that even thinking became sluggish, and because of this, even when she saw Soros dragging her weakened body and escaping, she didn't make any moves, just stared blankly at Soros leaving.

Soros fled.

Even if he made up his mind to give his life, but at the moment when he really faced death, Soros's legs trembled uncontrollably, and he still lost to fear and the instinct to survive.

Stumbling all the way down the hill, he kept falling and getting up, his muscles that were already fast to the limit let out a painful scream, and his whole body hurt as if it was about to fall apart, but he couldn't stop, and his survival instinct didn't listen to his commands.

Tears blurred his vision, self-blame and remorse continued to pour out with tears, he hated the murderer, but he hated himself even more for being weak and incompetent.

If you are physically stronger, you can avenge the tragic death of your best friends and companions, and if your mind is stronger, you can die in battle. But in the end, if it's just a if in the end, the body is not strong enough, so even the revenge can't be revenged, and the spirit is not strong enough, so Soros can only run away like a coward.

Soros didn't know how he got to the bottom of the mountain, his confused head was only self-blame and remorse, tears couldn't be stopped, but laughter kept rushing out of his throat and rushing out of his teeth.

"Hah...... Hahahaha, hahaha. ”

There is no more miserable laughter than this.

Even Soros himself doesn't know why he laughs, because of the joy of escaping?

No, it's not. The reason why you laugh is because if you don't laugh, your whole mind will be broken, right?

When Soros walked away laughing like crazy and without looking back, a figure came out from behind the tree, it was a fancy man.

Yes, not the usual adjectives like flashy or handsome, but - fancy. Whether it's the indiscriminate use of pink and red clothing, or the exaggerated and contrived expressions, it makes men extremely suitable for these two words.

The man's name is Edward Fleva, a border nobleman who had a relationship with Lucia and prompted Soros to take revenge. (To be continued.) )