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Scavengers in the dark night

"Henna, stare at the intersection, stay here, watch out for the manor dog and the sheriff on patrol. Your two uncles Salby and I will be back soon."

Stepping on the bright white moon, the faceless father told Hina like this.

This is a bizarre world, the moon is at your feet, the clock tower is above your head, the roads extending in all directions are coiled like ribbons, and clouds of fog are everywhere, blocking the view, leaving only a few messy and inexplicable buildings. .

The father did come back soon as he said, with only a daze. Three people went and one person returned.

He clutched his chest, and the dazzling red blood dripped down the gap between his fingers to the ground, splashing out like a dog and a knight.

"It's a shadow warrior." My father still has no face, but he has an extra mouth, opening and closing the familiar look of Henna, revealing Henna's familiar teeth, "Uncle Salby will not come back, let's go back to Egypt... "

However, they failed to return to Egypt.

Following the twists and turns of the ribbon, the father and daughter got into the fog at the end of the road. When Hina recovered, her father was surrounded by handsless shadows. Hina held her younger brother and stood in confusion. Next to the weird corpse.

"Henna! Run with Sam! The farther you go, the better, don't look back!"

puff!

The father's head flew up, ten meters...20 meters...black blood poured over like a flood, washing away the shadow and the corpse, rushing Henna back into the road and into another cloud of mist.

"elder sister……"

Henna recovered, heard the voice, and saw herself standing alone in the lighthouse.

"This is Cherbourg." She muttered to herself in a voice of narration.

The lighthouse is the abandoned lighthouse in Cherbourg. Everything in it is what she remembers. Looking at it is full of decay, the tip of the nose is lingering with musty, and on the column-shaped mottled wall there are many broken stairs hanging all the way up. Going up, until the end of the line of sight, it is several kilometers high just visible.

In the middle of the tower pillars are lingering milky white clouds, the clouds are rolling, and green hills full of treasures are looming, and a big river of milk and wine flows.

There are seventy-two naked and gorgeous virgins playing in the middle of the mountains, rivers and clouds. They all look like Carmen, and their voices are as moving as robins.

"Heaven." Hina looked at Heaven, still speaking like an aside.

"Have you seen the kingdom of heaven?" There was a voice beside him.

Henna followed the sound and found a missing soup basin at her feet. After half a night of thick soup in the soup basin, there was a wet black cat lying in the soup, spitting words.

"Can you tell me what heaven looks like, sister." Kitten closed her eyes, "I want to see, but I can't open my eyes..."

Henna squatted down, petting the kitten gently, touching the sticky and wet fur, from the top of the head to the tail.

The tail was cut off, and it was bare and only half a palm long, with blood bleeding at the end, but the blood would never merge with the soup, it just gathered on the side of the basin and overflowed to the ground.

"Sister, can I go to heaven? I ran away that time, and later...I also ran away."

Said the cat.

"Did God say that? Only those who are brave, fight, believe, and have no regrets can ascend to heaven. Can I really go to heaven?"

Said the cat.

"It's so cold...it's not so cold, only a little bit cold... Sister, don't need to burn more firewood, don't need to prepare dinner for me, I'm not hungry..."

There was a fire around him, and there was a crock on the fire, and the pot was bald with heat and smelled of milk.

Hannah continued to touch the cat's fur. The place she touched would be dry for a moment, then it fell down, turned into feathers in the process of falling, and flew to the sky.

Henna's eyes looked up to the sky.

"Is it the wind?" The narrator was puzzled.

The whistling wind poured down from the spire of the tower, blowing away the heavens, shattering the auspicious clouds, and the world suddenly darkened, and at the same time it was dark, it lighted up again, a silvery white.

"Ah... it's a knife light."

"Hurry up, Jezra!" Carmen screamed at the corner of the jungle.

In the other corner of the jungle, Leif's middle door opened wide, and the bright red pupils blocked the approaching blade.

"Bonet, come and chop off my head!"

"As you wish, Leif!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!"

The wind is blowing!

The howling wind gathered from all directions and moved the treetops to raise dust.

The beating leaves all over the ground were circling around the forest, like flying birds, chasing everyone's head and face overwhelmingly.

There was a moment of hesitation when slashing Henna's sword. Henna flipped her hand and shook off her grasped wrist, and leaped into the arms of a pirate. Before the collision, her short knife pierced his chest first. Diaphragm with the abdomen.

Bang!

The encircling circle shattered a gap, and the falling sword struck the seaman who died early.

Hina escaped the mortal disaster, landed, turned back, double knives rang in the frenzied air current, and the blade trembled and cut through the throat of a musketeer.

The hot blood squirted out from the open wound, was carried away by the wind in the forest, and blew on Hina's smooth face.

It wasn't until this time that Hina finally got a sense of reality. She fell into the deadlock just now, and broke free from the deadlock when Qian Junyi shot.

The legs are heavy, the muscles are sore, the breathing is heavy, and the wrists are shaking.

Her condition was unexpectedly bad.

The reason for this is that the stab of the broken blade before that caused damage to her wrist, but until now, the damage is really conveyed in the form of pain.

Is Bonnet... already so powerful?

Henna couldn't help but look at the battlefield of the high-end game.

Leif fell on a sturdy tree trunk, his right arm holding the sword twisted in an abnormal shape.

Bonnet stepped on his chest, raised his sword high, but couldn't cut it down.

There is a slender stabbing sword against the succinct calyx of the ruthless one. Lorraine did not know when he broke free from the fallen tree, with bruises all over his body, holding the sword and Bonnet in a stalemate. .

The wind is shouting!

Lorraine arched his body to maintain a wrestling posture, and the violent wind swept everything around him from behind him, and slammed on Bonnet's body like a reversing elf.

Bonnet could only squint his eyes, the red light blooming between his eyes.

"One day, I never thought that I could see Warnerheim's Breathing Technique again..."

"Is it the reason for stepping on the ground? Or is it the reason for life? Maybe it's just because of the wind today."

Lorraine gritted his teeth and teased.

"Niold doesn't like the people and things in Asgard, we all know this, so only when confronted with you or Leif, the inspiration he gave me is particularly clear."

"But the whalers are not warriors." Bonnet's voice was cold, "Even if Niald's favor, I am still stronger today."

"The whaler is not a warrior, I am." Lorraine pushed Bonnet's sword a little bit by force, suddenly raised his leg and pressed one knee against his chest.

The tremendous force forced Bonnet to retreat by two steps. Leif freed himself, lowered his right arm, and handed the Uncrowned King to his left hand.

Lorraine shook his sword away and pointed at Bonnet's brow.

"You haven't lost your mind~lightnovelpub.net~Bonet, you should know that power alone cannot determine where the victory belongs."

"You are indeed very strong. Neither me, Henna nor Leif in his heyday can defeat you now."

"But we have three of us." Lorraine lowered his head slightly, "Leif with the broken arm, Henna without power, plus the me who was favored by Niald, you can't kill all of us, before we die, Someone will remove your head."

"This is Lorraine, before you die." Bonnet laughed presumptuously, "No matter who the final victory belongs to, most of you will die today, die here! Die... …My hands!"

"Really..." Lorraine didn't have the hesitation and retreat that Bonnet had expected.

The wind seemed to be faster, the luxuriant branches and leaves were clamoring, and the ears were full of clattering symphony, and even the sound of cannons from far and near was blocked.

Lorraine stood in the center of the wind.

"Are you living to make me unhappy? In order to leave me with a painful memory, you can even put your life on it?"

"Um?"

"I won't die!" Lorraine raised his head, eyes radiating absolute and confident light, "Everyone here is willing to die for me, so I will never die."

"And you will definitely die. As you said, die today, die here, die in this unconscionable trip to kill me."

"You will die and you will fail. Your life will end up worthless. Even if you get to the Hall of Heroes by chance, there will be nothing to brag about!"

"If this is the dusk you want..." Lorraine waved his hand and cut through the wind. "Bonet Eriksson, come and try to kill me!"

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