Looking at this pitch-black behemoth, he flew at the gate of the camp with just one claw. With a desperate look on Fogar's face, he murmured: "None of this is true... all dreams..."

A group of heavy infantry with shields erected the shield wall and slowly pushed towards the monster. Before they entered the attack range, the biting frost invaded, and there was no time to make a scream, leaving only a bunch of them. An ice sculpture that shatters at the touch of a touch.

A soldier hiding behind the tent used his hands and feet together to stir the mechanism of the heavy crossbow. After aiming, he pressed the trigger. A two-fingered iron crossbow with a dull scream, first smashed the thick body of the monster. "Ice Armor", then weakly inserted between the cracks of the iron scales.

The enraged dark monster roared towards the sky, folded the crossbow bolts on the scales into two pieces, ran with all its limbs, turned into an indistinct afterimage, and reached 100 meters in an instant. In front of the attackers outside.

One iron claw grabbed the soldier's head and the other grabbed the opponent's leg. After a sharp bone cracking sound, blood and minced meat fell to the ground like raindrops.

Seeing this **** scene, the soldiers around were all scared to death.

A hundred meters away from the Ulster camp, Casper led the gladiators to stare at everything in front of him in amazement.

A dark, iron-clad monster rushed into Ulster’s camp, faced 300 regular troops, and carried out a crushing massacre. The enemy was so dark and bloody. The enemy did nothing but flee and pray on his knees. There is no resistance.

This kind of fantasy-like thing is actually staged in the day.

"You mean...that...is our leader?" Casper looked at the dark figure and opened his eyes.

A barbarian warrior behind him said breathlessly: "We have all seen with our own eyes, the leader has become like that, and one person has defeated twenty war beasts!"

There was a lot of discussion from the gladiators in his ears, and Casper turned his face to the barbarian warrior: "You just said that in the myth of the North, this human being who can be transformed into the strongest beast is called...? "

The barbarian warrior raised his head and exclaimed excitedly: "Demigod!"

Ulster’s rebels encircled and suppressed, and the final result surprised everyone who paid attention to it in advance.

When the kingdom set off, there were only fifty-three troops when they returned. The lord will be captured and the supplies confiscated. Even these survivors are somewhat mentally abnormal.

On the other hand, the Froststone Rebels, except for the more than forty barbarian fighters who died during the defense of the camp, the rest of the troops are fully organized, and it can even be said that the attrition rate is zero.

The direct result of this battle was that Ulster's reserve forces were severely reduced, the king's prestige was greatly reduced, domestic opposition forces gradually rose, and the entire country was already on the verge of civil war.

The Froststone tribe is famous throughout the northern territory. Apart from the twenty-eight "death knights", the most talked about is the "demigod" who defeated an army alone.

The person involved, Todd, was lying on the couch in the small building, grinning and twisting his sore shoulders.

Rachel took a bottle of ointment, applied it to him, and said angrily: "Look at yourself! You have used the evolutionary form for much longer than you can withstand! Do you know? If the battle continues for a while, Your life may be in danger!"

Todd waved his hand indifferently: "Don't worry, I have a sense of measure."

"You mean, there was an impulse in the soul that prompted you to suddenly transform into an evolutionary form?" Rachel thought about it and said, "I guess it should be related to Boyle's soul in your body. Am I right? Deirdre?"

Deirdre, who woke up from a coma a few days ago, sat on the stairs and looked at the strange face on the recliner, but in his heart he remembered the scene where the other party was in the "red circle", desperate to save himself.

"Why are you saving me?"

Deirdre’s question left Todd and Rachel in a daze.

The former added: "You are not Boyle, there is no need to care about my life and death..."

Todd and Rachel looked at each other. The former scratched his head and said with a wry smile: "You have wanted to save me before, just take my behavior as a return."

Rachel looked at the silent Deirdre and repeated the original question: "Is this sudden incident related to Boyle's soul?"

Deirdre put his arms around his knees and whispered, "I guess so, but I don't feel Boyle anymore..."

Todd struggled to get up on the bed: "What does it mean to not feel Boyle's existence?"

Deirdre glanced at him: "Just as it means, I can't feel his existence anymore..."

Rachel winked at Todd, and the two entered the soul space together.

Todd searched the space for a long time, but no trace of Boyle's soul was found.

Rachel suggested to him: "Perhaps Deirdre should be brought in. She should be able to find something."

After Deirdre entered the soul space, she relied on her abilities to find a crystal in the corner of the soul temple.

"If I'm not wrong, Boyle used all his soul power to help Todd continue his evolutionary state for a long time when the tribe was in distress. But in the end, his power ran out and his soul disappeared in this world forever. "Deirdre held the crystal in both hands and said with a trembling voice: "The thing in my hand is the embers of his soul."

Todd took the crystal from Deirdre and slowly brushed it across the surface. The last memory in the embers was projected into segments of fuzzy images, showing Boyle, the barbarian man, the last obsession in his life.

The veteran warrior Fried instructed the young Boyle how to use the hunting bow; Shaman Minnie held a 16-year-old adult ceremony for him; the tribe's warriors galloped side by side with him on the battlefield...

The image lasted for more than three minutes, and finally slowly darkened.

Deirdre grabbed the crystal from Todd's hand, threw it on the ground, and shouted sadly: "I'm so stupid, I'm so stupid! Boyle once said to me more than once. In his mind, protecting his tribe and establishing a country are his most important things. I just don’t believe it, I’ve never believed it!"

Tears flowed from Deirdre’s eyes again, and she said to Todd: “In the arena, when you protect me at all costs, I naively thought that Boyle used to be All are concealing his heart. In fact, he loves me... It turns out that everything is my wishful thinking!"

Facing the woman's tears, Todd had no other choice but to comfort him with a headache.

Rachel picked up the broken crystal on the ground and found the case of Boyle's soul ember, which had been torn apart, exposing the inner core.

Putting his hand up, a memory hidden deep in Boyle's heart appeared in front of Rachel.

On the top of the high mountain, a pair of young men and women looked at the beautiful scenery in front of them, amazed.

The man said to the woman: "When we get married, I will take the land in front of me as my gift to you."

"I don't need any land... I just want us to be together."

The young man shook his head: "As a man, to marry the most beautiful bride in the world, if there is no decent gift, I will be laughed at by people! Remember, this is my promise to you!"

The woman looked at each other ~lightnovelpub.net~ and nodded lightly.

Ten fingers clasped tightly, and looked at each other speechlessly.

The memory slowly darkened.

Rachel put down the crystal in his hand and was silent for a long time.

She looked back at Deirdre, who was crying not far behind, and then at Todd who was busy comforting her, slowly closed her eyes, and said softly.

"Feel sorry……"

With both palms pressed together, the embers of the soul in Rachel's hand were crushed into stars and scattered to the ground.

　　

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