Chapter 269 We Win

In the Palace of the Spirit, two men with pains were helping each other and limping forward.

The man on the left has a round face, dragging a black rifle with a shackle, and the man on the right has a pale face and a white handle machete.

Both of them have gray expressions, as if they are hiding in the bottom of their hearts.

There was a rush of footsteps in front of the corridor.

More than a dozen black sand collar warriors appeared in front of their eyes, murderous, and act neatly.

The man on the right side touched the injury on his left shoulder and screamed.

"Speaking, the little prince asked me privately..."

"Do you hate your majesty?" Nie Lai Li ignored the enemies that suddenly encountered him. He licked the black rifle and asked the equally dying Melk:

"After him...?"

Myrk dragged the severe thighs and felt that the guns on his hands were getting heavier and heavier.

In front of his eyes, there was the old king of the mighty and the majestic prince.

"I didn't hate his qualifications," said the former officer, who was nervous and said: "I owe him too much."

Niely glanced at the enemies who came to them and bent at the corners of his mouth.

"You know, old friend."

"I always think that you are a homosexual - inseparable from Prince Suril," the comet patted Melk's shoulder and pushed him away, "until you know that you are on his wife."

Myrk was stiff for a moment.

"Do you have to mention this?" Melk asked bitterly.

The soldiers of the black sand collar opened up and cautiously raised their arms and slowly surrounded the two scarred men.

Nie Lai chuckled and his expression was open-minded.

"Then you should struggle to live."

Niely held down Milkk's shoulder and held him behind him, facing the enemy in front of him.

The comet raised the blade of the broken soul, felt the muscles that were almost uncontrollable under the injury, and said silently: "Even for your Lady Adele."

Myrk looked at Nielai's back and his eyes were complicated.

After a few seconds.

"Don't always think about leaving your comrades in arms, a person as a hero," Melk did not hesitate to sneak up on his knees, dragging his injured leg to Nie Lai, and facing him with him. "At that time, did Kaslan's whip still have enough?"

This time, it was Niblai’s turn to be silent.

The comet looked down and snorted.

Myrk recalled the past and couldn't help but bend his mouth.

After a few seconds, the two made a big laugh at the same time.

The half-envelop of the black sand collar has been formed, and the enemy faces are fierce: "Be careful with the gun... attack their wounds."

The two men who were seriously injured did not speak. They just raised their swords and prepared to meet perhaps the last battle in their own lives.

Just at this time.

"beep--"

A screaming scream, clear and clear from the center of the Palace of the Spirit.

Nie Lai and Melk Qiqi together!

this is……

"beep--"

The soldiers of the black sand collar were surprised by the ground.

It is like hearing the most incredible order.

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In the stern voice, Tulleha pulled Cohen's collar and looked up in shock.

"Impossible," the fire knight put down the police officer in his hand and murmured: "This is..."

Cohen squinted and felt the pain and disengagement of his body - his right arm began to hurt again.

He lost.

Obviously, I have tried my best to fight, and I have clearly seized every opportunity, obviously...

This is the first time he has experienced the powerless feeling of facing the extreme.

But this is nothing.

In the eyes of the police bureaucracy, the young figure lying on the ground was motionless and lifeless.

Rafael.

Tears blurred Cohen's eyes.

how come……

Cohen trembled and looked at the doubtful Tuleha, and looked at the sword on the ground.

The weapon that pierced the heart of Raphael.

"Heavy loader."

Do not.

Do not!

Cohen cried in pain in his heart.

There was a **** color in front of his eyes.

The heat of the Rising Sun Knife invaded his skin, and Cohen seemed to be back in the burning desert.

The voice of the veteran sounded like a voice in the ear:

"Little Master, do you want to kill the orc, the monster, and avenge all of them?"

"Do you want to get out of here and go back alive?"

“First, you have to change yourself and abandon some cumbersome things: become real monsters.”

"Just like them."

Cohen’s pupils are gradually focusing, and the blood in front of them is getting thicker and thicker.

become……

Like them...

monster……

In the next second, the stars of Cohen's body exploded.

Tulleha looked down subconsciously.

I saw the warning officer who was still dying before, showing the fierce light, roaring with the twinkling hands of stars!

Tuleha was shocked!

Cohen grabbed the arm of Tulha and died!

The Cavaliers reacted very quickly to the Rising Sun Knife on their hands.

But Cohen’s momentary outburst exceeded his estimate.

The policeman was earned from the ground and a head slammed into the chest of the Fire Knight!

Boom!

Kill him.

Tearing him.

Tulle was sulking and stepping back two steps, and he was surprised that the opponent had more trouble.

The two were too close, and the Rising Sun Knife could only wipe the shoulders of Cohen, and there was a burst of cooked meat in the sizzling sound.

The shoulder of the alert officer suddenly ignited the flame.

But Cohen was blinded and ignored, roaring and taking a step.

Just like the beast, hit Tulha on the wall!

Cut him off.

Chew him.

The Knight of the Fire Knight returned, but Cohen held his wrist.

The blade only had time to burn a terrible wound on the neck of the alert officer.

"what!"

In the extreme pain, Cohen, who was burning on his left shoulder, roared and held down and held the arms of Tulha.

He felt the brilliance of the stars from the heart rushing out at no cost.

The seemingly endless energy fills his muscles, dilates and contracts the tendons, and numbs nerves, making him feel no fatigue or pain.

It’s this feeling...

This pleasure...

His eyes are red.

I only think about one thing in my heart.

Like a monster.

monster……

An inexplicable and familiar impulse spread from the bottom of my heart.

Break him.

Destroy him.

He felt the pulsation coming from the heart, the faster and more trembled.

It also approaches the limit of cardiac load step by step.

"On the battlefield, some veterans are unremarkable," said Tulleha, who was too late to hold it down. "But once you see bloody..."

"The devil will be transformed into the battlefield, and even his personality will change."

As soon as the voice fell, Tuleha replied with a head!

He hit a knee in the opposite direction, knocking out Cohen, who was at the end of the strong, three meters away and fell heavily.

"Ah..." Cohen growled and struggled to get up.

He grinned his head and looked at his opponent in madness, reaching out and smashing the flame on his shoulder.

He only felt that the blood in his body was stirring, and the pleasure was constant.

Hunt him.

Grind him.

In the sound of the ear, Toulha walked over to Cohen, looking at the beast-like alert officer, and his eyes fired.

The fire knight swayed the blade on his hand and dismissed the truth: "This is a good thing, soldier,"

Tulleha slowly opened his eyes, and it began to burn with madness and satisfaction: "Accept our nature as a killing tool."

"After all," he raised his knife and opened his mouth: "Human beings are born to kill the same kind."

Cohen grinds his teeth, his eyes are terrible, he bends like a beast, and he seems to be rushing at any time.

monster……

Abandon... cumbersome...

Like a monster...

Cohen's red eyes passed over the opponent's arms and limbs, sweeping over the "bearer" sword on the ground.

Almost like instinct, he instantly thought about the path and method of attack.

Kill him!

Tearing him!

Just at this time.

One hand caught Cohen's shoulder.

The highly nervous Cohen trembled fiercely, and he had to look back!

"Relax."

"It seems to be the armistice of the black sand collar." A brisk and weak voice rang from behind him.

Hearing this voice, Cohen and Tulha are at the same time stiff!

Although the voice is not heavy, it is full of sorrow:

"The child... actually did it."

At that moment, Cohen’s emotions began to fade, and the red color in front of his eyes slowly disappeared.

The stars in the body also slowly fall back.

The alert officer shuddered and turned back.

Tuleha was completely stunned, and he stared at his incredible eyes.

He looked at the man behind Cohen's chest and leaned against Waia's shoulder and got up.

"How...what can be..." The fire knight slammed openly: "How is it possible?"

Cohen shuddered and reached out, took the other's arm, held him, and his face was full of shock:

"Raphael?"

"You... how are you..."

I saw a man who was swayed by a sword, a young man from the Kingdom of the Kingdom, and Rafael Lindberger glared at a pair of red dragonflies, and his face was filled with black veins.

It's like a black snake that climbs into your face.

The chariot knight stares at the heart of the young man - it is as good as ever.

He swept the ground again - the blood bank had just disappeared.

It’s just impossible to stab...

The clothes are still broken...

but……

"Impossible," looking at the smooth skin of the other's chest, and looking at the strange black lines on his face, Tuleha frowned and condensed like never before: "What the **** are you..."

Raphael shrugged weakly, and the black veins on his face shuddered.

"what?"

"Fire Knight, you say you... calcined in the **** of blood and fire?"

In the retreat of the black sand collar, Raphael showed a smile.

He pressed his body against the shoulders of the equally shocked Wyatt, and the black veins on his face faded away:

"I have deep doubts about this."

"You must have never seen... real hell."

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When Tyres walked out of the hero hall, he was almost going to collapse.

The Whiteblade Guards and the court guards, led by Lord Justin, and even the Grand Dukes, stared at the young prince with strange and astonished eyes.

Headed by Viscount Kambida, the number of black sand-collar fighters is sharp, with no hate and killing.

There are many people who have been infected with blood.

But in the face of the two soldiers who were arrogant in their eyes, the relaxed expression of the tays was so sloppy and unresponsive.

Compared with the things in the hall...

The prince smiled.

Once in the sea...

"Relax." Taylors breathed a sigh of relief, indifferently facing the people on both sides, as if they were just rows of clay sculptures.

"The armistice has blown..." The little figure limped through the battle of swords and swords: "You have not received the order..."

Tyres is like a sailboat that separates waves. Wherever you go, people in the Black Sands and the Palace of the Spirits consciously or unconsciously let the roads open to the sides.

It seems that the young figure of the prince is particularly lonely.

Tyres traveled step by step, only feeling exhausted.

He walked through the doubtful White Blade Guard, walked past the fierce black sand collar infantry, walked over the epee, walked over the bow, walked over the iron shield, and walked through the scary hammer and hammer.

But these can't attract his attention.

Until the end of the crowd, a familiar figure appeared in front of Taylors.

Tyres stopped.

He bent his lips.

Almost once stagnant to suppress the heartbeat, suddenly happy.

Tyres raised his eyebrows and looked at the thin man in front of him - his hair was messy, his clothes were broken, and the traces of his body were still obvious.

"Good day, Putier," he sighed slowly and bent his mouth. "It’s awkward."

"Good day, Your Highness," Putilie looked at him with deep thoughts, nodded, calm and calm:

"To each other."

Two people, one big and one small, stood in the black circle collar and suffered from the surrounding or vigilant, or hateful, or unintentional eyes, quietly looking at each other.

A second later, Tyres showed a stubborn and weak smile, and he bowed his head: "Thank you."

"No, we should thank you," Putilie sighed, blinked, and looked at the soldiers who looked bad around him. He said: "You have just done even the best of the world, even if you are a thousand troops, even if you What the gods and disasters can't do..."

"we won."

we won.

Won?

The deputy of the Stars was sensitive to note that the prince’s mood was not high.

"Ah," Taylors shrugged, his face stunned: "What about other people?"

Puttila blinked slightly.

"The Armistice has just blown," the thin deputy spit out a sigh of relief: "Give them some time."

Taylors bowed his head.

those people.

Those who sneak into the hall for him to sneak into the hall...

How many more people can come back?

At this time, he suddenly noticed that five or six people were standing in the corridor far away from the two men, watching the side with vigilance and calmness.

The first one is an old man. His cheeks are sunken, his nose is not high, his eyes are not as deep as the ordinary Northlanders, and he is quiet and calm.

Thales recognized the old man who had only two sides. Before the fight between Noon and Pefitt, it was he who spoke and slandered a few unruly grandmasters, and before the tram of Tyres broke into the gate. It is also his walking around the red witch.

"That is..." Taylors wondered.

Putilai followed his gaze and nodded. "Well, the Earl of the Land of Longyan City, the most trusted vassal of King Nunn for many years, the Prime Minister of Brisbane at the Imperial Conference."

"When he appeared at the same time as the Great Sacrifice of the Temple of the Moon, I was shocked."

Tyres looked at the few guards around Brisbane and was surprised:

"Don't leave the troops, and follow the big sacrifice to the palace alone. He is really timid."

Puttier smiled slightly.

"If you have learned something on our journey, Your Highness," the deputy of the Stars said: "Then I hope it is..."

"Never underestimate the timidity of the people of the North."

Thinking of Nunn and Rumba, Tyres sighed and nodded.

At this time, the rest of the two people moved together.

One of the four corridors leading to the Hall of Heroes, two people appear at the end.

It is a young man, and a young man.

It was the guard who used to follow the Star Wars, and followed the stars veteran of Tyres in the birch woods. Jennard, who leaned on the shoulders of the recruits Willow, trembled toward this side.

The soldier with the gun was pale and seemed very nervous.

Tyres is a loose heart.

Behind them, there are two men with a tired white-bladed guard: Niely and Melk seem to be in a heavy injury, they are holding each other and limping.

A personal shadow appeared in front of you: the white-edged guards, the soldiers of the stars, not only their people, but also the soldiers of the black sand collar.

In another corridor, the unrestrained fire knight was wearing a lightly damaged armor, and the strong body slowly came, seemingly completely unharmed.

Behind him, Cohen and Wyah, who looked languid, and Raphael, who was pale, dragged their feet and smiled at them.

Tyres clenched his fists.

A team of black-sand-collar soldiers carried a stretcher and returned with a short-haired woman whom Teres did not know. Only the face of the viscount of Campidad changed and went forward.

At the end of the team, the ghost of the wind struggled with the splint of his right hand, carrying the dying Miranda Arend, appearing in the field of vision.

The female swordsman was immediately taken over by Cohen and Raphael, who were not well-faced.

At that moment, Taylor took a breath and then exhaled deeply.

Not everyone is back, but...

at least……

at least……

Looking at the people coming from afar, Taylor couldn't support the consumption of the body. He sat down on the ground.

At this moment, the deputy of the star saw the prince close his eyes and tilted his mouth.

"Ah, Puttier," Tyres trembled, gratifiedly opening:

"we won."

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(End of this chapter)