Chapter 175 The Truth of Truth

Longyan City, the junction of the area and the shield area.

There was a huge roar in the direction of the shield, and if there was no vibration.

"We should evacuate with those residents."

A black-haired man with a black armor and a thick black glove, standing on a roof, frowning and staring at the tall figure in front: "Nothing is not our duty, asking for trouble." Does not meet our principles."

But the figure looked at the air in the distance shield area, and took the crazy and raging blood red monster into the eye.

"That's why Raphael let us go?" Cohen grinned with a worried expression, his brows constantly screaming: "This is what the Secret Society is going to do?"

"Do you hear what the residents have said - it is the legendary multi-headed snake Kilika."

Cohen tightened his fists and blinked in his eyes: "It’s those disasters, the magicians - the legends we can only see in the family records and files."

Raphael...

Cohen looked at the ruins of the shield and accelerated his breathing.

Is this what you do?

Is your plan?

Miranda frowned, looking at his own complex time.

"The order officials are not there for no reason to evacuate them."

"This is not something you should worry about."

"Long Yucheng definitely knows how to deal with disasters," Miranda watched the multi-headed snake open a giant tentacle in the distance again, sighing and shaking his head: "And, no matter what Raphael did or did, It's not that we can intervene."

Cohen was still staring at the multi-headed snake, his blond hair was covered with snowflakes, but he didn't know anything about it.

"That's the shield, the big belt is there - we used to sit in his hut."

"The man who is fighting the orcs in the glacier whistle, remember?"

Listening to the sound of destruction, Cohen’s eyes were filled with sorrow: “He and his daughter.”

Miranda didn't talk, just dropped his eyelids slightly.

For a long while, she silently said: "We can do nothing."

Cohen is silent.

In the distance, as the action of the multi-headed snake Kilika intensified, more and more violent vibrations were heard.

"Do you know what is the most ironic thing?"

A few seconds later, Cohen looked faceless at Miranda behind him: "On the day we -- you, me, and Raphael became 'seed', Master Shao said to the eight of us on the Colossus If you have..."

Miranda heard the words and unconsciously helped his own hilt.

"The mission of the Tower of the End is to preserve the last, purest and most transcendental fire for mankind." In the context of the raging snakes in the distance, Cohen continued to calmly say: "Inherit the power of the end, inherit the spirit of the ancestors of the year." mission."

Cohen’s eyes flashed through complex emotions.

“Always alert, always ready.”

"When they make a comeback, the swords of the end will be re-sheathed."

Miranda looked up and looked at the horrible figure of the multi-headed snake and gently gritted his teeth.

"Without sub-categories, no country, no order, we will regain the mission of our predecessors and reproduce the glory of the sinister hunter."

"In the darkest and dull days, on the battlefield of hell, in the last days of mankind, we will carry swords and hopes against the crowd, and we will die as we are."

"Rushing toward those disasters that are almost invincible."

"This is the initial and final mission of the Tower of the End."

"Raphael, as a seed that has high hopes," Cohen said with a sigh: "It will be a disaster..."

"It's meaningless and unfounded to stop you," Miranda interrupted coldly. "We don't know what Raphael and the Secrets did -- maybe Peru has a more important political purpose. Maybe if they don't, the multi-headed snake will appear in Yongxing City instead of Longyan City."

Cohen sneered a rare sigh.

"Politics?" The blonde's alert officer shook his head in disappointment:

"The Tower of the End inherits the craftsmanship for the protection of mankind. It is based on transcendental politics. This is also its most valuable place. No matter how bad the relationship between the Tower of the End and the Star Kingdom, it has never rejected students from the stars. ”

"But we have shared these human beings together and passed on the treasures of the millennium as a reliance on fratricidal killings." Cohen lowered his head and his voice was low: "The swordsmen are proud of the end of the tower, but for more than six hundred years. How many end swordsmen really died in the hands of disasters, died on the road to guard humanity? How many are killed in the same swordsmanship and end of the inheritance from the tower?"

Miranda’s expression is unchanged, but the voice is a bit embarrassing: “Not every student can get rid of the shackles of politics.”

“Not every student has the same ideals and goals as the terminal tower.”

"But...Raphael?" Cohen sighed heavily: "In his capacity - compared to us, he should have been the most transcendent of these things, isn't it?"

Miranda looked at his back quietly.

A few seconds later, the female swordsman put down a deep expression and smiled softly.

"Cohen," Miranda looked at Cohen, who turned back and cocked his lips. "Is there anyone who told you..."

"Maybe you are not suitable to be a lord, or even a nobleman?" The female swordsman gave an intriguing smile, and if there is a deep question: "ideal and kind--wow-in-law of the Earl of Earl."

Cohen heard the news, suddenly stagnation, staring at Miranda.

He turned his head and stared at the roof under his feet.

The eyes flashed lonely and lonely.

This time, Cohen was silent longer than ever.

Finally, the voice of the police officer rang.

"Ah, I know."

"From the first day I am sensible."

"I will know," Cohen's voice was calm and waveless, but it gave Miranda a glimpse of the ground: "I can't be a good lord."

"No way."

Miranda did not speak.

At this time, the two raised their heads with certainty.

In the next second, the two swordsmen slammed the roof at the same time, hiding behind the wall swiftly and dexterously.

A minute later, the two figures passed over the streets that had been evacuated.

One of the weird footsteps is lighter, almost sticking to the ground, the other is more normal and the pace is steady.

As far as mobile is concerned - Miranda thinks hiding in the dark: it seems to be a weak hand.

But both of them seem to have been injured and their bodies are unstable.

"I think we should go to the shield to find someone... even if there is something in it," one of them was very young and very impatient. He seemed to be not satisfied with his companion: "I said, you can't say Words... Oh, well, I remembered... you can't give a reaction - God, don't put gestures that I don't understand!"

and many more.

Miranda saw the figure of the two people, and the pupil was condensed.

The next second, Cohen was surprised to see Miranda stand up, leave the hiding place, and stop the two people passing by!

Both uninvited guests stopped their vigilance and adjusted their posture to an easy-to-shoot angle.

But their hostility was quickly broken.

"you are……"

"At that time, Lord Satherley was around..."

Tyler’s attendant, Wyah Casso, looked at the female swordsman with her own sword, and opened her eyes in surprise: “Dragon’s fortress... Miss Miranda!”

"How come you are here!" Wyatt asked in amazement.

"Speak long... What about you?" Miranda frowned. "What are you looking for? Is it related to the disaster?"

"This..." Wyatt first glanced, then hesitated and turned his head.

The other party is the aristocrat of the Aaronde family, and even the heir to the Duke of the North, who tried to win the throne.

The prince is missing...

But the next moment, Wyea frowned slightly, and he saw Miranda across from his face.

The two felt the tension in the air at the same time.

They turned their heads.

I saw the companion behind Wyatt: a man with a half silver mask and a metal prosthesis - is shaking.

Rolf's eyes were red with a broken hand fixed on his body. He stared at the alert officer of the blonde, and his hands could not shake.

I saw him trying to figure out his throat, and then, like being burnt, he let go of his hand.

Soon, Rolf's eyes were filled with hate and anger.

Cohen squinted doubtfully, looking at the strange short-haired silver-faced man, his eyes swept over him covered with clothing, but still heard the lower body of the prosthetic, scratching his head.

How do you look at me like this?

Do we have hatred?

"Excuse me," the police officer cautiously and confusedly asked, "I have seen it?"

Cohen soon has no doubts.

In the next second, Rolf slammed his right hand coldly and popped a sleeve sword from his arm!

Looking at the sleeve sword that seemed familiar, Cohen looked tight.

A memory not long ago flashed through my mind.

It was that night.

The sword of disaster, Gulaton.

Double knife girl.

he himself.

as well as……

The alert officer frowned, and he leaned down and pressed his hand to the sword.

Miranda and Wyatt both looked at each other and looked at the two men who were arrogant.

"It turns out that you are still not dead, an old friend of Hongfang Street," Cohen stunned and took a half step back. His eyes were like a sword, and his tone was cold:

"The scum of the blood bottle."

Half of the face outside Rolf's mask, the expression is getting more and more ugly, he makes a low throat, and the fist is getting tighter and tighter.

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The sound of flesh and blood rubbing came from everywhere.

Like thousands of snakes swimming in all directions.

These frictional sounds indicate how many threats, how many enemies, how many dangers?

In the strange snoring, Nielai, under the roof of the house, broke open and gently opened his eyes.

The power of the end of his body began to work strangely and waved into his body.

The next moment, the comet is like a thunder, and the sound is amazingly breaking through the eaves!

"boom!"

As Nicholas appeared in his body, what appeared in front of him was more than a dozen big and small **** tentacles.

The tentacles trembled and rushed toward him from different angles.

Nicholas in the air should be avoided.

But his figure was surprisingly blurry.

All the tentacles who reached out to Nilailai rolled, pumped, struck, and stabbed him.

And these striking tentacles, rubbing his ears, knees, soles, waist side in the air... but almost without exception, all the poorly passed his body!

The air was torn by the tentacles, and the whistling wind slid over the surface of the comet.

In that second, Nie Lai’s eyes were unremarkable, and the blade of the broken soul was thrown out of thin air.

The trajectory and curvature of the blade, along with the decline of Nielai's figure, are connected into numerous ellipticals in the air.

"Hey!"

Nilailai has landed steadily.

Behind him, many of the tentacles that had broken were dropped, and they turned into fly ash.

Niely stood up and slammed the Blade of Broken Soul into the big tentacle in front of him.

Soon, this limb of Kilika disappeared into the world.

Compared with the battlefield, it is much easier to parry the soldiers in all directions. Nie Lai sneaked: After all, it is only the "one" enemy.

He broke through the edge of the shield all the way to here, and the worry at the bottom of his heart did not decrease.

The "enemies" on the road are getting denser and denser, and the multi-headed snake is getting bigger and bigger - obviously, he is already close to Grivo.

I hope he will not have an accident.

As one of the few extreme warriors who have been killed from the dead on the battlefield, Drew Grivo has a match with his superb combat skills, an indomitable mind, rich and old-fashioned experience, and no drag. Decisive - this kind of warrior seems to exist for a large-scale battlefield. No matter the adversity and the superiority, they can create unimaginable miracles.

For example - thinking of that person, Nie Lai can not help but frown - the wrath of the kingdom in the south.

That's why, even though Grivo's temper is stinky again, the relationship with Longyan City is worse. He was still selected as a user of the Gun of the Souls ten years ago - although he took the rifle for the first time. The day was still awkward, and the Grand Duke Walton and his parents, including Nunn VII, were not inferior.

Of course, it is also his stinking temper that the re-edged infantry infantry, Grivo, has no chance of being with the title, official position, and wealth since then. There is no such name in the "five wars."

Instead, it created the boss of the famous area in the shield area and the hammer area.

The front is the place for the multi-headed snake.

Niely took a bite.

Before the new monster or tentacle extended, Nie Lai's feet kept on moving forward.

Bypassing the ruins of a collapsing mill, Nie Lai lived.

He saw Grivo.

The other party did not suppress as much as he had thought, or simply fell down – this is the worst case in anticipation.

Gryvo stood in front of him with a good end and his back to Nilai.

The gun of the soul is still lying in his hand, and the gun head is shaking.

It is not Grivo that really keeps Neyla.

It's around him.

Behind Grivo, there are countless bodies.

Adults, children, old people, men, women...

Most people are ragged and smiling.

It was dark-faced like a dry wood.

Niely looked ugly at the dead man in the ground. He had seen this method of death.

That is the effect of ‘death’.

but……

Niely looked at Grivo incredulously.

"Grivo!" Niely shouted.

Grivo shook a little and slowly turned around.

Nie Lai squeezed the broken soul blade on his hand - Glyvo didn't even notice himself behind him, which was impossible in the past.

His current spirit is not right.

The comet is dark.

The former epee infantry of the lame trembled back and looked at the comet.

Niely looked at Grivo's face in horror - it was covered with tears.

"It's you," Grivo bit his lip, and a tear ran down, only to hear him hoarse and weakly: "Walton's white-bladed dog."

Hearing familiar and unkind name, Nie Lai’s heart was slightly settled.

But he still looked at the body of the land and asked in confusion: "What happened? These people..."

"What happened," Grivo jerked, and the tone suddenly rose:

"what happened?"

Grivo bit his teeth and closed his eyes in pain:

"You didn't see it..."

Nielai went forward and stood side by side with Grivo.

Face the girl in front of him.

The girl with a **** red marking on her face and a gentle smile.

"Hey?" The blood magician smiled and said: "Is there another one?"

On Nie Lai's thin and pale face, there was doubt.

"It doesn't matter," Giza shook his head, revealing his ease in his eyes: "My reserve is enough."

The next moment, the magician gently stroked Kilika behind him.

The multi-headed snake trembled again, releasing two giant tentacles.

The tentacle trembled on the ground, then slowly tore, opening two high-mouthed mouths.

Nie Lai's pupils shrink!

I saw those two mouths, slowly coming out of one, two, three ... full dozens of people.

Head-to-head is an old woman who looks vicissitudes. She only sees her doubts first, then she is confused, and then looks at her body with horror.

Dozens of people are large and small, and men, women and children are all ready, and they are all amazed after the initial confusion.

Then... they all came together in the same way, toward Grivo!

Niely turned his head and looked at Gryvo: "Don't you say..."

Grivo shook his head in a difficult way, his eyes filled with sorrow and bleak tears.

"Grivo?" The old-aged woman who led the head opened her eyes of fear. She seemed to know Gryvo: "Good boy, what is going on? I remember just..."

"Ah!" The old woman looked down in surprise and looked at her thin legs and leaned forward and walked forward with her body: "How do I... can I stand up? My legs are good." ?"

"Davao Grandma..." Grivo looked at the old woman's figure, closed her eyes in grief, and shot it on the ground: "Bastard..."

"No," the old woman realized what she was, and she opened her mouth in a panic: "My body... my body... How can I not move? Why am I walking?"

There is more than one Davao grandma in this reaction. In dozens of people, almost everyone is in such a situation, panic, fear, shock, and appear behind the crowd.

"what happened?"

"my hand……"

"Ah! I can't go so fast, I am too old, I will fall..."

"God, look, it's a monster! It's the monster I saw before I fainted!"

However, the crowd is still moving forward.

At that moment, Nie Lai, who was worried, understood what was going on.

"They can't help themselves..." Grivor's closed eyes shed tears again, and the voice was intermittent: "They...the civilians in these shields were eaten by the monster, the biao, and they didn't know what to move... ..."

"Now she controls their body..."

Niely looked incredibly at the crowds who were moving towards them step by step.

Watching them still noisy, questioning, arguing, even crying, shouting, roaring.

Just like the most common shield residents.

"Oh, I haven't eaten them yet."

"They are intact, independent individuals," the blood magician sighed. "Everyone is a life..."

Niely looked at the body of the body on the side of Grivo and understood it completely.

He stepped forward and the palm of his hand was unconsciously distorted by anger: "Soul gun?"

Gryvo swallowed hard and shook his head in pain.

"It's not the same as other tentacle monsters..." The man with his legs alone suppressed his grief: "There is no way to directly hurt her - "the only ones who kill themselves."

The blood magician smiles like a flower: "Yes!"

"You are not saying, is this area covered by you?" At this moment, the devilish girl smiled, and the blood stains on her face were particularly strange and terrible: "Let me see, your determination... ..."

"I have thousands of people!"

The frightened crowd speeded up the pace and was stuck between the two extremes and the magician.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Niely took a deep breath and calmed down.

"It’s just ordinary civilians... or, we are non-stop, break through them at no cost," the comet smashed the broken soul blade on his hand, and said coldly: "Take the monster straight!"

Under the eyes of the comet, Grivo still shook his head with difficulty.

Niely frowned: he suddenly noticed that Grivo had a lot of wounds on his body.

The magician answered the doubts for him.

“Ordinary civilians?” Giza smiled softly: “No, oh...”

"This is tens of thousands, clear thinking, clear mind, and even able to speak on their own..."

"But I am not afraid of death, no fear, no retreat, no stop, no reservation, no hesitation..." The blood magician overslept, his fingers crossed his lips, and smiled:

"Flesh doll!"

As her voice fell, the leading Davo Grandma suddenly screamed!

The next moment, the old woman suddenly leaned down and landed on all fours.

The crowd behind her suddenly disappeared.

Under my exclamation, Grandma Davao, like a feline, uses both hands and feet to jump over a distance of ten meters in a few seconds with the speed and speed that is inconsistent with the age and body, just like hunting prey. To Grivo!

"No!" Grivo screamed in pain, reversed the gun, and swept the Davao grandmother back with a gun handle!

In the painful voice of Davao's grandmother, she flew back to a ruin and fell.

"boom!"

The bones of the old man seem to be very fragile, so that the left hand of Davao’s grandmother has been bent and deformed!

Nie Lai screamed at her eyes, watching Grandma Dava under her own painful call sign, using the broken left hand to support the ground again, and returning to Grivo.

The screams of the old man echoed in Nie Lai’s ear.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Grivo raised his head and screamed:

"Ah!"

This time, Grivo glared at his eyes and shook his head in the tears of tears.

"laugh!"

A shot pierced Davao grandma!

"Grivo...Children..." Davao's face was an incredible expression.

Then, Davao's grandmother turned black and lost all the vitality and slowly fell.

A collective bark of panic broke out in the crowd.

Grivo bit his teeth and couldn't help but gasp.

"Hey, these people don't have my little cutes to use," the blood magician grinned, and the blood spots on his face swayed like a reed in the wind: "Of course, facing them, you are weak." ......"

"Poor human."

Nie Lai looked at it all.

"They..." Grivo's eyes were red, and he bit his lower lip, twitching and pulling the gun from the old woman's body: "They won't stop..."

The lame man squeezed the rifle on his hand as if he had to make a fingerprint on it.

"No matter how injured or damaged, they will only climb again..."

This is his shield.

"A wave of waves rushed..."

These are the people who should have been protected by him.

"Block me, kill me..."

These are unarmed, innocent civilians.

"unless……"

Grivo screamed in tears, his hands twitching and raising his rifle.

"killed……"

The crowd is getting closer.

A piece of horror, fear and trembling, and his familiar face appeared in front of him.

"Kill them..."

Grivo, who is about to collapse, is like a beast that has been forced to the Jedi, sorrowful and desperately shouting:

"- Kill them!"

Nie Lai looked at the waves of people who were approaching, and looked at the countless bodies that had fallen from Grivo.

I only feel that my heart is cold.

The blood magician screamed: "Hey, stun gun... is it?"

There was an unprecedented anger in her eyes: "I know the power of this thing better than you..."

"The power it plays in the hands of Nakaru is higher than the rookie you know."

"But I am still standing here completely," the blood magician raised his hands, his face with a smile, and the words with ice: "Guess, what does this prove?"

The magician opened his mouth and laughed.

well.

Giza quickly thought about it in an unusually excited mood: in this way, at least a lot of time can be eased.

Enough to search for the boy.

find him.

kill him.

Save him!

With her thoughts, Kilika extended more and more tentacles under the ground.

Nie Lai's pale face raised two flushes, and he spoke slowly and hard:

"So, you have envisioned it from the beginning, how do you face the soul gun, is it..."

“Starting with your ‘food”...”

The magician smiled.

Grivor kept shaking, and he looked up and looked at the crowds that were getting closer and closer, looking at their expressions, his eyes were numb and decisive.

Niely is staring at the inhuman opponent, and his heart is getting heavier.

How to do.

Killing the inhabitants of the shield who are not actually dead?

Thousands, even tens of thousands?

Then confront her?

"How could this be," the comet took a deep breath and shook his head slowly: "The book of the sacred soul is recorded in the "Biography of the World", and you and the multi-headed snake are also recorded, but why did you not record this scene..."

"I don't know about this," the blood magician exhaled a sigh of relief, and the smile did not decrease: "But ah, I can guess some..."

Nimule and Grivo both frowned.

"Do you know that the ability to smash the soul gun was originally called ‘killing life’,” the magician smiled slightly: “But later, it was renamed ‘戮绝’.”

Grivo is shocked!

Giza chuckled, and she looked up and looked at the cliff of the sky, the statue of a hero with a long gun and a look at the earth, a combination of perseverance, courage, compassion, tolerance, and greatness.

"In the past, Nakaru had a **** heir..." The magician faintly said: "His son, his brother, his nephew, his uncle..."

"Aikes family who love each other."

Both Nilai and Grivo looked at each other with amazement.

"Until we meet on the battlefield..."

The magician picked up his eyes and his eyelashes shook slightly:

"You are called a human hero."

"The man who is ruthless, cruel and terrible, and whose heart is like a stone to the extreme..."

"Nakaru Ax."

In the eyes of the two, the horrible and cruel blood disaster, gently lifted her slender fingers and slowly pointed to the marching crowd.

"Take a gun in your own hands..."

Giza’s eyes reveal strange and subtle red awns, lightly opening the lips, and telling the secrets of the two people’s creeps:

"Take them all..."

"One does not leave the land..."

"killing the light."

"Don't stop."

(End of this chapter)