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\u003e Chapter 359 Beyond Kaslan Table of Contents Bookmark Comments Chapter 359 Beyond Kaslan

Novel: Bloodline of the Kingdom Author: Sword of Masterless Words: 6683

Thales lay on the ground, trembling under the torture of pain, dripping with cold sweat. flash dance novel network

His whole body was almost numb.

It wasn't the sharpest pain he'd ever experienced, but it was definitely one of the most excruciating, excruciating, and protracted.

Needle pricks, blunt cuts, and even oppressive pains came alternately from the left wrist, left calf, and right knee, wave after wave, burst after burst.

He wanted to stand up, move at least a few steps on the ground, and get out of the battlefield, but as long as he moved slightly, the pain would spread from the injury to the brain, infinitely magnified.

He could only close his eyes tightly and try his best to breathe, he didn't even care about the life-and-death struggle of the two men.

Hearing the sound of fighting in his ears, Thales' face was distorted, and beads of sweat slipped from his forehead. It felt as if a century had passed—he suddenly had a great desire for "swoon".

But the facts seemed to be moving towards his desire: After the continuous pain gradually exceeded the limit of endurance, Thales began to lose consciousness, and his whole body, especially the muscles and tendons at the injured site, began to twitch uncontrollably.

He was about to pass out.

But right now.

"boom!"

The turbulent sound like a sea tide sounded from Thales' ear tube, temporarily covering the sound of fighting in his ears.

The young man who was struggling and suffering in a daze was suddenly startled and regained consciousness slightly!

This feeling……

It was like, as if something had suddenly flowed into his veins.

is it.

Thales, who was suffering from his injuries, tried his best to turn his face away, wiped his mouth and nose on the ground, took a breath of dusty air, coughed hard, and then understood.

That is the sin of Hell River.

It was the most dangerous power that Heijian had warned him about.

One of his oldest companions who accompanied him through disaster and pain was also one of the most unforgettable experiences in his life.

"boom……"

I don't know when it started, the crime of prison river, which had been passively called before, surged uncontrollably.

Like a ferocious beast coming out of the cage, it was extremely excited and roared before hunting.

Its "voice" is getting louder and louder.

Thales seems to have an illusion: Pain, dizziness, weakness—the sin of Hell River is like a fish in water in this state of serious injury, and the power of ending invades every part of the master's body without restriction like a river overflowing a dry and chapped beach. a cell.

including the brain.

At that moment, Thales took a breath comfortably—it was as if his whole body had been put into warm water, and the pain and pain turned into a gentle numbness, temporarily disappearing from perception.

Time seemed to have stopped again.

Thales lay weakly on the ground, staring blankly at the loess rock wall in front of him.

very strange.

What flashed through his mind was the battle just now.

Nikolai's razor-sharp blade sliced ​​through his shield, severed his longsword, and swept him down.

The scene of the blade that determined his later doom appearing in front of his eyes was played back over and over again.

He shouldn't have stopped.

The confused Thales thought vaguely.

The crime of Hell River was like the flames of hell, actively licking his wounds, bringing a needle-like stimulation.

Yes, he shouldn't have stopped.

Thales gritted his teeth, and his limbs felt an urge to get up and fight again.

He shouldn't stop when his weapons are exhausted, he can go against the trend and still have the sun saber pierced through his shoulder.

Then, he pushed out the remaining half of the broken sword in his hand--Nikolai's blade was unstoppable, and he put all his strength on it,

Must be weak and have no time to defend - push to the opponent's neck.

I might have to pay a huge price, yes, but Nikolai would definitely suffer a huge loss.

He will be miserable.

Thales smiled unconsciously in the haze, and clenched his right hand unconsciously—as if the broken sword was still in his hand.

Following this thought, the crime of the Hell River surged happily again, making a roaring sound like a tide.

yes.

Don't dodge, ignore the defense, give up and retreat.

forward.

Only forward.

In the direction of the enemy...

Thales, who was dim before his eyes, trembled and coughed violently, his mouth and nose were full of blood.

bloody……

Feel the feeling of Duanfeng piercing the enemy's artery, feel the blazing heat of blood gushing from the opponent's neck, feel the despair of his gradually losing vitality.

Fight fiercely in blood.

Until death.

Thales slowly closed his eyes and grinned.

next time……

next time...

just do it...

just do it...

"boom!"

With the disappearance of his last trace of consciousness, the sin of Hell River boiled up!

Not far from Thales, Monty's face was stiff, his whole body was tense, and his arms were tightly locked on Nicolai's neck.

Feel the opponent's last second struggle.

However, the Death Crow was slightly taken aback.

With only the last bit of consciousness and strength left, Nikolai raised the Sun Saber tremblingly with his left hand, the handle of which was crumbling in his hand.

In the next second, Monty suddenly felt a flash in front of his eyes.

A golden-red glare like a scorching sun, shining from the golden blade!

The stabbing made Monty's vision go black for an instant!

"ah--"

The Death Crow closed his eyes tightly, and couldn't help but groan.

But he, who already had the instinct to kill and kill, did not waver at all, but bent his back again and stepped up the strength of his hands!

Blocked the neck of the meteorite.

Just a moment, just a moment...

just fine.

Monty, who closed his eyes, flushed and thought painfully.

But he soon realized that the Saber of the Rising Sun brought more than just glare.

Monty's arms trembled violently - a sharp high fever suddenly came from Nicolai's skin!

Not scalding, not burning.

It was the severe pain and anxiety that penetrated deep into the bone marrow!

"Ahhhhhh—"

Monty couldn't help screaming, his arms could no longer maintain their original shape, and he seemed to lose consciousness, let go in an instant, and the whole person stumbled backwards!

"boom!"

The Deathcrow fell to the ground in pain, but he couldn't care about anything else, he could only slap his hands and the flame that ignited on his chest for no reason.

wrong.

wrong!

Monty looked in disbelief at the meteorite who was kneeling on the ground, unconscious—the latter's skin seemed to be covered with a layer of golden-red light, and there were bursts of high temperature.

This is--

Before the terrified Monty could figure it out, the anxiety on his body expanded.

All of a sudden, the Death Crow's body burst into flames!

It was as if an invisible blazing flame enveloped Monty in an instant.

"Fuck you—" Monty yelled in pain, and his body that had just gotten up half way threw himself backwards.

Not only these places, but also the head, shoulders, legs, waist, chest...

"Damn it, stab head!!"

The Death Crow fell to the ground, with a painful expression, and kept rolling crazily!

Trying to extinguish the flames of strangeness. 35xs

In front of him, Nikolai, who was free from restraints, knelt weakly on the ground, firmly holding the red sun saber under his palm.

The red light around Nicolai gradually dissipated.

The meteor fell on all fours, his body trembling, as if he hadn't breathed air in several lifetimes, breathing heavily, feeling the luck of the lack of energy pouring into his brain again, even his fingers were trembling.

From the neck up, Nikolai's face had never looked so red—like the color of blood.

For a while, there were only the screams and rolling of the Death Crow, and the gasping sound of the Meteorite regardless of the cost.

A minute passed, and Monty finally suppressed the last inch of flames on his body, but his description was extremely miserable-white smoke came out from all over his body, and there were burn marks all over his clothes, especially on his arms.

The Deathcrow groaned in pain, and the unpleasant smell of burning spread.

Nikolai was still lying on the ground weakly, the surrounding wasteland had already turned black, and a small amount of light smoke was emitting from the man's body.

Both men fell to the ground, one was weak and the other was badly burned.

"what is that?"

Monty lay on the ground exhausted, trembling all over, and said on the verge of death: "I've never heard that... the Rising Sun Saber can still be used like this."

Nicolai raised his head in the direction of Monty with difficulty, shook his head vigorously, his eyes were loose, as if he had just recovered from the nightmare of being chained.

He took a hard breath and lay down on his side with the last bit of strength.

"Legendary anti-magic weapons... will be affected by the user, and will be more or less adapted and changed in the hands of different people—just like the power of the end."

Nikolai's expression was sluggish, as if he had just been tortured. He tried his best to squeeze the sun saber that was no longer glowing, and said weakly and intermittently: "I have seen... Tuleha uses the sun saber as a magic spear, in the narrow In the passageway...creating horrible flames and explosions."

Monty hissed muffled as he struggled to get up.

"Don't move around, Monty." The meteorite lowered his head, his voice came faintly, and the words were full of exhaustion: "If you don't want to be burned to ashes."

"I still...can't control it well...it..."

Monty froze slightly upon hearing this.

He sighed softly and lay down again.

Seeing the enemy lying down, Nikolai, who had consumed a lot of energy, let out a sigh of relief, and looked at the Rising Sun Saber in his hand with a sluggish expression: "As you can see, I, I... I really can't get along with this broken knife. For six full years, it can only reach... this level."

There was a moment of silence between the two.

"'Only'?"

Monty let out a miserable laugh, and tremblingly stretched out his arms with burnt armor and scorched skin, only feeling that the last trace of strength disappeared with the burning: "You just used the sun saber to make yourself a flame armor and roasted me. half-baked, and you call that a 'mismatch'?"

Nicolai smiled, looking at Monty with complicated eyes.

"No, you haven't been a captain, and you haven't read the "Book of White Blade"-according to the records, the Blade of Broken Soul once single-handedly resisted the tens of thousands of the Eastern Army of King Nightwing, but with it, at best, it can only block and Quarantine hundreds of people."

The meteorite seemed to have rested, his words became fluent, and he said sadly: "The rising sun, which is said to be able to burn everything, has also become an armor that uses flames to protect and defend in my hands."

"I guess, even if it is a soul-killing gun that has created hundreds of miles of no-man's land, in my hands, it can only become the tip of the spear that says 'don't get close to strangers, and those who get close will die'."

Nicolai raised his head and smiled wryly: "Otherwise, I don't want to play so ugly."

Panting in pain, Monty's eyes froze.

"What?"

The Death Crow looked at his opponent in disbelief: "You mean, the current situation, is this what you had planned from the beginning?"

"Tempt me to show up and use the Rising Sun Saber to resolve the battle?"

Impossible——Monty stared blankly at his old colleague, old boss, and old captain, as if he no longer knew him for a moment.

Nicolai lowered his eyes and pursed his lips.

"When the battle started, I was at the biggest disadvantage."

"You earned the upper hand and hid in the dark, but I was seriously injured, my combat power declined, and this terrain," the meteorite said here, looking at Thales who seemed to be unconscious in the distance, pouted:

"This is the battle you are best at, the most favorable battlefield, and even if I search for another twenty years, I won't be able to find you, and I won't be able to fight back, so I can only commit suicide for nothing."

"Coupled with that kid's interference, I'm not sure I'll survive your crossbow arrows."

Monty stiffened.

"I can only grab that kid, pretend to be irrational, and take the risk of getting two arrows from you—even sacrificing my leg for it," Nikolai seemed to have finally got rid of the aftereffects of being locked in the neck, and he slowly Sitting up, he reached out to deal with the injury on his calf: "Try to hook you out and kill me in close quarters."

Monty gritted his teeth lightly.

The Meteor stared at the miserable-looking Monty with burning eyes: "Of course, it's still very risky. The timing of your appearance was too cunning, and the chain formed too quickly. I didn't even have a chance to counterattack, and almost passed out directly."

Monty took a deep breath, exhaustion in his eyes.

"Son of a son of a bitch," said the Deathcrow, lying on the ground, disappointed, "If it wasn't too hasty——I should have made some poisonous arrows a few days in advance."

"Hmph," Nicolai pursed his lips and began to bandage the wound silently, "Do you know where you lost?"

Monty didn't speak, but slightly clenched his burned fists.

"You have been a scout for too long, and you are used to keeping an absolutely safe distance."

Nikolai seemed a little sentimental, his movements paused slightly: "You are used to attacking from behind, one hit will kill you."

"I guess you've almost forgotten what it's like to fight face to face with blood."

"Is it."

The Death Crow frowned slightly at first, and then said suspiciously: "But you, Thorn, you..."

"When did you think about so much while starting a war?"

Nicolai shook his head, with complicated emotions in his eyes: "A commander always thinks one step ahead of others."

"You're different." Monty tried his best to sit up, exhaled through the pain, and said unwillingly: "Like Kaslan, a person who fights with his brain... I know you, the one with the disgusting face , the annoying, murderous and red-eyed stab head?"

Nikolai forced a smile, and pulled out the crossbow bolt in his calf in pain.

"Can we talk now?"

The Meteor tore off his clothes, tied up the wound on his calf, and the Rising Sun Saber was within his reach: "Why?"

"Why did you betray us?"

Monty closed his eyes in despair and lowered his head back to the ground.

"Is this still important?"

"We're already like this," the Death Crow's voice was extremely tired: "Hurry up and do it."

"End it."

Nicolai was silent for a while.

He turned his head: Thales was unconscious on the ground, motionless.

In the next second, the meteorite man exerted force on his wounded hands and tied his calf tightly: "This is very important."

"Because I am your captain." The meteorite's eyes were like knives, slowly shifting from the wound to Monty's body, as if there was substance: "I am your leader."

Monty laughed and shook his head slowly on the ground: "It's ridiculous, you like to reminisce about the old days..."

Nikolai suddenly raised his voice and interrupted him vigorously: "Because I am the commander of the White Blade Guard!"

"The head of the white blade!"

His expression twisted, and he gritted his teeth: "I should be the one who leads you, protects you, and spurs you all the time."

"Ned's fucking Monty!"

Nikolai punched hard, hitting the burnt ground beside him.

He loosened his teeth and gasped lightly.

The man's pale face sank: "And if... If anything goes wrong with any of you, it's all my responsibility."

"I failed."

The Death Crow shook slightly.

Nikolai put his hand into the breastplate and tightly squeezed a small stone.

He tried his best to keep his expression unchanged, and his voice was slightly choked: "And I... I need to know why."

"I need to know, I need to know," Nicole Layton paused for a while, and then said sadly:

"Why."

Silence returned to the earth, only the mournful whimper of the breeze blowing through the cracks in the rocks.

"Hahahahaha," Monty opened his eyes again, looking at the clear blue sky, his laughter was a bit bitter: "Stab, you really have changed."

"I finally know why you were able to kill Kaslan—even in his old age."

Nicolai didn't answer anything, but the hand holding the stone became tighter and tighter.

"It can be seen that whether it is fighting or... you have completely... surpassed Kaslan."

The Crow's eyes are misty: "Even if it was the heyday of 'Earth Shaking', you are just who you are now—you obviously don't stand out anywhere, you are usually inconspicuous, and you look ordinary, but when it comes to actual combat, no matter how good you are , Dangerous situation, first mover, second mover, no matter what kind of enemy, as long as they stand on the ground, they will not be able to defeat him."

Monty sneered, "It's worse, it's better."

Nicolai slammed his fist on the ground again, slightly angry: "Stop mentioning him."

"After today, you have plenty of time—to confess to him face to face."

What answered him was Monty's sad laugh: "Hahahaha... Here comes the question, Stinghead..."

"You worship him so much, worship 'Bingshan'?"

The Death Crow laughed out of breath: "But have you really understood him?"

Nicolai frowned slightly.

Monty tried his best to raise his upper body and moved against a low rock, his chin was burned, which made his smile more ominous: "Do you know what kind of existence Kaslan Rumba is? "

Nicolai's heart sank.

He remembered that day six years ago, when Caslan stopped breathing forever in the Palace of Heroes.

Monty sighed softly, with endless sadness and emotion in his eyes: "I really miss that day..."

"Stab, the day we formally swear the oath of the blade, from the alternates of the guards, to the new recruits of the guards."

Nicolai realized something, and he raised his head thoughtfully.

I only heard Monty say quietly: "At least, we had a choice that day."

"And after that day, my future and my life will no longer be bright," he said in a silent trance:

"Just darkness."

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Thales lay on the ground, trembling under the torture of pain, dripping with cold sweat. flash dance novel network

His whole body was almost numb.

It wasn't the sharpest pain he'd ever experienced, but it was definitely one of the most excruciating, excruciating, and protracted.

Needle pricks, blunt cuts, and even oppressive pains came alternately from the left wrist, left calf, and right knee, wave after wave, burst after burst.

He wanted to stand up, move at least a few steps on the ground, and get out of the battlefield, but as long as he moved slightly, the pain would spread from the injury to the brain, infinitely magnified.

He could only close his eyes tightly and try his best to breathe, he didn't even care about the life-and-death struggle of the two men.

Hearing the sound of fighting in his ears, Thales' face was distorted, and beads of sweat slipped from his forehead. It felt as if a century had passed—he suddenly had a great desire for "swoon".

But the facts seemed to be moving towards his desire: After the continuous pain gradually exceeded the limit of endurance, Thales began to lose consciousness, and his whole body, especially the muscles and tendons at the injured site, began to twitch uncontrollably.

He was about to pass out.

But right now.

"boom!"

The turbulent sound like a sea tide sounded from Thales' ear tube, temporarily covering the sound of fighting in his ears.

The young man who was struggling and suffering in a daze was suddenly startled and regained consciousness slightly!

This feeling……

It was like, as if something had suddenly flowed into his veins.

is it.

Thales, who was suffering from his injuries, tried his best to turn his face away, wiped his mouth and nose on the ground, took a breath of dusty air, coughed hard, and then understood.

That is the sin of Hell River.

It was the most dangerous power that Heijian had warned him about.

One of his oldest companions who accompanied him through disaster and pain was also one of the most unforgettable experiences in his life.

"boom……"

I don't know when it started, the crime of prison river, which had been passively called before, surged uncontrollably.

Like a ferocious beast coming out of the cage, it was extremely excited and roared before hunting.

Its "voice" is getting louder and louder.

Thales seems to have an illusion: Pain, dizziness, weakness—the sin of Hell River is like a fish in water in this state of serious injury, and the power of ending invades every part of the master's body without restriction like a river overflowing a dry and chapped beach. a cell.

including the brain.

At that moment, Thales took a breath comfortably—it was as if his whole body had been put into warm water, and the pain and pain turned into a gentle numbness, temporarily disappearing from perception.

Time seemed to have stopped again.

Thales lay weakly on the ground, staring blankly at the loess rock wall in front of him.

very strange.

What flashed through his mind was the battle just now.

Nikolai's razor-sharp blade sliced ​​through his shield, severed his longsword, and swept him down.

The scene of the blade that determined his later doom appearing in front of his eyes was played back over and over again.

He shouldn't have stopped.

The confused Thales thought vaguely.

The crime of Hell River was like the flames of hell, actively licking his wounds, bringing a needle-like stimulation.

Yes, he shouldn't have stopped.

Thales gritted his teeth, and his limbs felt an urge to get up and fight again.

He shouldn't stop when his weapons are exhausted, he can go against the trend and still have the sun saber pierced through his shoulder.

Then, he pushed out the half-broken sword in his hand—Nikolai's blade was unimpeded, and he put all his strength on it, so he must be powerless and timeless to defend—to the opponent's neck.

I might have to pay a huge price, yes, but Nikolai would definitely suffer a huge loss.

He will be miserable.

Thales smiled unconsciously in the haze, and clenched his right hand unconsciously—as if the broken sword was still in his hand.

Following this thought, the crime of the Hell River surged happily again, making a roaring sound like a tide.

yes.

Don't dodge, ignore the defense, give up and retreat.

forward.

Only forward.

In the direction of the enemy...

Thales, who was dim before his eyes, trembled and coughed violently, his mouth and nose were full of blood.

bloody……

Feel the feeling of Duanfeng piercing the enemy's artery, feel the blazing heat of blood gushing from the opponent's neck, feel the despair of his gradually losing vitality.

Fight fiercely in blood.

Until death.

Thales slowly closed his eyes and grinned.

next time……

next time...

just do it...

just do it...

"boom!"

With the disappearance of his last trace of consciousness, the sin of Hell River boiled up!

Not far from Thales, Monty's face was stiff, his whole body was tense, and his arms were tightly locked on Nicolai's neck.

Feel the opponent's last second struggle.

However, the Death Crow was slightly taken aback.

With only the last bit of consciousness and strength left, Nikolai raised the Sun Saber tremblingly with his left hand, the handle of which was crumbling in his hand.

In the next second, Monty suddenly felt a flash in front of his eyes.

A golden-red glare like a scorching sun, shining from the golden blade!

The stabbing made Monty's vision go black for an instant!

"ah--"

The Death Crow closed his eyes tightly, and couldn't help but groan.

But he, who already had the instinct to kill and kill, did not waver at all, but bent his back again and stepped up the strength of his hands!

Blocked the neck of the meteorite.

Just a moment, just a moment...

just fine.

Monty, who closed his eyes, flushed and thought painfully.

But he soon realized that the Saber of the Rising Sun brought more than just glare.

Monty's arms trembled violently - a sharp high fever suddenly came from Nicolai's skin!

Not scalding, not burning.

It was the severe pain and anxiety that penetrated deep into the bone marrow!

"Ahhhhhh—"

Monty couldn't help screaming, his arms could no longer maintain their original shape, and he seemed to lose consciousness, let go in an instant, and the whole person stumbled backwards!

"boom!"

The Deathcrow fell to the ground in pain, but he couldn't care about anything else, he could only slap his hands and the flame that ignited on his chest for no reason.

wrong.

wrong!

Monty looked in disbelief at the meteorite who was kneeling on the ground, unconscious—the latter's skin seemed to be covered with a layer of golden-red light, and there were bursts of high temperature.

This is--

Before the terrified Monty could figure it out, the anxiety on his body expanded.

All of a sudden, the Death Crow's body burst into flames!

It was as if an invisible blazing flame enveloped Monty in an instant.

"Fuck you—" Monty yelled in pain, and his body that had just gotten up half way threw himself backwards.

Not only these places, but also the head, shoulders, legs, waist, chest...

"Damn it, stab head!!"

The Death Crow fell to the ground, with a painful expression, and kept rolling crazily!

Trying to extinguish the flames of strangeness. 35xs

In front of him, Nikolai, who was free from restraints, knelt weakly on the ground, firmly holding the red sun saber under his palm.

The red light around Nicolai gradually dissipated.

The meteor fell on all fours, his body trembling, as if he hadn't breathed air in several lifetimes, breathing heavily, feeling the luck of the lack of energy pouring into his brain again, even his fingers were trembling.

From the neck up, Nikolai's face had never looked so red—like the color of blood.

For a while, there were only the screams and rolling of the Death Crow, and the gasping sound of the Meteorite regardless of the cost.

A minute passed, and Monty finally suppressed the last inch of flames on his body, but his description was extremely miserable-white smoke came out from all over his body, and there were burn marks all over his clothes, especially on his arms.

The Deathcrow groaned in pain, and the unpleasant smell of burning spread.

Nikolai was still lying on the ground weakly, the surrounding wasteland had already turned black, and a small amount of light smoke was emitting from the man's body.

Both men fell to the ground, one was weak and the other was badly burned.

"what is that?"

Monty lay on the ground exhausted, trembling all over, and said on the verge of death: "I've never heard that... the Rising Sun Saber can still be used like this."

Nicolai raised his head in the direction of Monty with difficulty, shook his head vigorously, his eyes were loose, as if he had just recovered from the nightmare of being chained.

He took a hard breath and lay down on his side with the last bit of strength.

"Legendary anti-magic weapons... will be affected by the user, and will be more or less adapted and changed in the hands of different people—just like the power of the end."

Nikolai's expression was sluggish, as if he had just been tortured. He tried his best to squeeze the sun saber that was no longer glowing, and said weakly and intermittently: "I have seen... Tuleha uses the sun saber as a magic spear, in the narrow In the passageway...creating horrible flames and explosions."

Monty hissed muffled as he struggled to get up.

"Don't move around, Monty." The meteorite lowered his head, his voice came faintly, and the words were full of exhaustion: "If you don't want to be burned to ashes."

"I still...can't control it well...it..."

Monty froze slightly upon hearing this.

He sighed softly and lay down again.

Seeing the enemy lying down, Nikolai, who had consumed a lot of energy, let out a sigh of relief, and looked at the Rising Sun Saber in his hand with a sluggish expression: "As you can see, I, I... I really can't get along with this broken knife. For six full years, it can only reach... this level."

There was a moment of silence between the two.

"'Only'?"

Monty let out a miserable laugh, and tremblingly stretched out his arms with burnt armor and scorched skin, only feeling that the last trace of strength disappeared with the burning: "You just used the sun saber to make yourself a flame armor and roasted me. half-baked, and you call that a 'mismatch'?"

Nicolai smiled, looking at Monty with complicated eyes.

"No, you haven't been a captain, and you haven't read the "Book of White Blade"-according to the records, the Blade of Broken Soul once single-handedly resisted the tens of thousands of the Eastern Army of King Nightwing, but with it, at best, it can only block and Quarantine hundreds of people."

The meteorite seemed to have rested, his words became fluent, and he said sadly: "The rising sun, which is said to be able to burn everything, has also become an armor that uses flames to protect and defend in my hands."

"I guess, even if it is a soul-killing gun that has created hundreds of miles of no-man's land, in my hands, it can only become the tip of the spear that says 'don't get close to strangers, and those who get close will die'."

Nicolai raised his head and smiled wryly: "Otherwise, I don't want to play so ugly."

Panting in pain, Monty's eyes froze.

"What?"

The Death Crow looked at his opponent in disbelief: "You mean, the current situation, is this what you had planned from the beginning?"

"Tempt me to show up and use the Rising Sun Saber to resolve the battle?"

Impossible——Monty stared blankly at his old colleague, old boss, and old captain, as if he no longer knew him for a moment.

Nicolai lowered his eyes and pursed his lips.

"When the battle started, I was at the biggest disadvantage."

"You earned the upper hand and hid in the dark, but I was seriously injured, my combat power declined, and this terrain," the meteorite said here, looking at Thales who seemed to be unconscious in the distance, pouted:

"This is the battle you are best at, the most favorable battlefield, and even if I search for another twenty years, I won't be able to find you, and I won't be able to fight back, so I can only commit suicide for nothing."

"Coupled with that kid's interference, I'm not sure I'll survive your crossbow arrows."

Monty stiffened.

"I can only grab that kid, pretend to be irrational, and take the risk of getting two arrows from you—even sacrificing my leg for it," Nikolai seemed to have finally got rid of the aftereffects of being locked in the neck, and he slowly Sitting up, he reached out to deal with the injury on his calf: "Try to hook you out and kill me in close quarters."

Monty gritted his teeth lightly.

The Meteor stared at the miserable-looking Monty with burning eyes: "Of course, it's still very risky. The timing of your appearance was too cunning, and the chain formed too quickly. I didn't even have a chance to counterattack, and almost passed out directly."

Monty took a deep breath, exhaustion in his eyes.

"Son of a son of a bitch," said the Deathcrow, lying on the ground, disappointed, "If it wasn't too hasty——I should have made some poisonous arrows a few days in advance."

"Hmph," Nicolai pursed his lips and began to bandage the wound silently, "Do you know where you lost?"

Monty didn't speak, but slightly clenched his burned fists.

"You have been a scout for too long, and you are used to keeping an absolutely safe distance."

Nikolai seemed a little sentimental, his movements paused slightly: "You are used to attacking from behind, one hit will kill you."

"I guess you've almost forgotten what it's like to fight face to face with blood."

"Is it."

The Death Crow frowned slightly at first, and then said suspiciously: "But you, Thorn, you..."

"When did you think about so much while starting a war?"

Nicolai shook his head, with complicated emotions in his eyes: "A commander always thinks one step ahead of others."

"You're different." Monty tried his best to sit up, exhaled through the pain, and said unwillingly: "Like Kaslan, a person who fights with his brain... I know you, the one with the disgusting face , the annoying, murderous and red-eyed stab head?"

Nikolai forced a smile, and pulled out the crossbow bolt in his calf in pain.

"Can we talk now?"

The Meteor tore off his clothes, tied up the wound on his calf, and the Rising Sun Saber was within his reach: "Why?"

"Why did you betray us?"

Monty closed his eyes in despair and lowered his head back to the ground.

"Is this still important?"

"We're already like this," the Death Crow's voice was extremely tired: "Hurry up and do it."

"End it."

Nicolai was silent for a while.

He turned his head: Thales was unconscious on the ground, motionless.

In the next second, the meteorite man exerted force on his wounded hands and tied his calf tightly: "This is very important."

"Because I am your captain." The meteorite's eyes were like knives, slowly shifting from the wound to Monty's body, as if there was substance: "I am your leader."

Monty laughed and shook his head slowly on the ground: "It's ridiculous, you like to reminisce about the old days..."

Nikolai suddenly raised his voice and interrupted him vigorously: "Because I am the commander of the White Blade Guard!"

"The head of the white blade!"

His expression twisted, and he gritted his teeth: "I should be the one who leads you, protects you, and spurs you all the time."

"Ned's fucking Monty!"

Nikolai punched hard, hitting the burnt ground beside him.

He loosened his teeth and gasped lightly.

The man's pale face sank: "And if... If anything goes wrong with any of you, it's all my responsibility."

"I failed."

The Death Crow shook slightly.

Nikolai put his hand into the breastplate and tightly squeezed a small stone.

He tried his best to keep his expression unchanged, and his voice was slightly choked: "And I... I need to know why."

"I need to know, I need to know," Nicole Layton paused for a while, and then said sadly:

"Why."

Silence returned to the earth, only the mournful whimper of the breeze blowing through the cracks in the rocks.

"Hahahahaha," Monty opened his eyes again, looking at the clear blue sky, his laughter was a bit bitter: "Stab, you really have changed."

"I finally know why you were able to kill Kaslan—even in his old age."

Nicolai didn't answer anything, but the hand holding the stone became tighter and tighter.

"It can be seen that whether it is fighting or... you have completely... surpassed Kaslan."

The Crow's eyes are misty: "Even if it was the heyday of 'Earth Shaking', you are just who you are now—you obviously don't stand out anywhere, you are usually inconspicuous, and you look ordinary, but when it comes to actual combat, no matter how good you are , Dangerous situation, first mover, second mover, no matter what kind of enemy, as long as they stand on the ground, they will not be able to defeat him."

Monty sneered, "It's worse, it's better."

Nicolai slammed his fist on the ground again, slightly angry: "Stop mentioning him."

"After today, you have plenty of time—to confess to him face to face."

What answered him was Monty's sad laugh: "Hahahaha... Here comes the question, Stinghead..."

"You worship him so much, worship 'Bingshan'?"

The Death Crow laughed out of breath: "But have you really understood him?"

Nicolai frowned slightly.

Monty tried his best to raise his upper body and moved against a low rock, his chin was burned, which made his smile more ominous: "Do you know what kind of existence Kaslan Rumba is? "

Nicolai's heart sank.

He remembered that day six years ago, when Caslan stopped breathing forever in the Palace of Heroes.

Monty sighed softly, with endless sadness and emotion in his eyes: "I really miss that day..."

"Stab, the day we formally swear the oath of the blade, from the alternates of the guards, to the new recruits of the guards."

Nicolai realized something, and he raised his head thoughtfully.

I only heard Monty say quietly: "At least, we had a choice that day."

"And after that day, my future and my life will no longer be bright," he said in a silent trance:

"Just darkness."