The winter snowstorm covered the sky.

The battle has long ended-long before the shouts, the roaring collision of steel and the excitement of steel, it was already over.

The enemy discovered their marching route, made an ambush ahead of time, and used this sudden blizzard as a cover-the heroic rangers sacrificed in vain, and the brave horsebacks became headless flies.

The screams and roars continued, but no one knew where the enemy was; from what direction the enemy was attacking, and how wide the wings of the front were.

So the soldiers fell one by one, so all the roars and wailings, counterattacks, and breakouts disappeared into the white snow without knowing it.

boom!

Kicked away the bones of a hussar cavalry standing next to him, Naze, a vowed knight with hands and feet numb, like a slow motion, holding the hilt bit by bit, shaking and lifting the sword body, supporting the nearly broken body to climb stand up.

The oath knight standing with his sword stood up alone; his left eye was left to open hard, looking around the frozen ground red with blood at his feet, and the messy battlefield piled up with corpses.

No, this is not a battlefield ... this is a slaughterhouse.

He saw the Rangers who tried to cover his fall and kept the neat queue before the death. He fell to the ice and snow; he saw only the remaining limbs and broken arms, piled up with the dead horses, and attacked the surroundings again and again. The hussars who ripped open the gap were like petals of flowers blooming.

In the direction not far behind him, a dilapidated Poi flag was inserted in the snow, and the flag was hunting in the cold wind; an hour ago, Earl Seth Braha held it and another three hundred The famous hussars tried to make a detour in the heavy snow.

The violent dance of snow and snow turned the war bow in their hands into useless things; the Azore elf warriors who rushed out of the snow and snow turned their "detour" into a big joke.

Staring desperately at the floating banner, the only one eye left by the vowed knight was covered with blood.

The remains of the comrades-in-arms, the bones of the robe, the fragments of the armor, the broken spear, the flag, the saber, the long sword ... Only one thing is missing in the light red snow.

Holding the hilt of the two-handed sword tightly, the vowed knight slowly raised his head; I don't know when, the wind and snow gradually stopped, gradually revealing the surrounding scenery.

Azores ... The only thing missing on this battlefield.

Thousands of Azore elf warriors seemed to have received some orders, surrounded by a messy battlefield, either with a gun or a knife; from a distance, it seemed like a steel ring.

Oath Knight Naze is the only survivor in this "steel ring".

It's not that the enemy really kept his life on purpose, only because of the oath of "defense shield" carried on his body, so that he could stand up from the pool of blood again and again.

For the first time ... Naze didn't know whether to thank him or curse the "blessing" of Holy Cross.

The elf warriors in front of me suddenly gave way, and a somewhat thin figure came out of the "circle"; stepping on the blood and corpses under their feet, they stood in front of Naze.

The oath knight clenching the hilt, just looked at each other quietly.

"Although the following position is really not qualified to say such things, but ..."

The elf warrior standing in front of him suddenly said:

"Your Excellency Naze, you did prove your loyalty to the empire with action, but also proved how powerless your **** is-that abominable pseudo-god, has ever given you a miracle of victory? No, it gave you Only has the curse of despair again and again. "

no respond.

Naze stood on the spot, and the iron gloves that had been torn to pieces fell to the ground. He held the sword handle wrapped in wire with bare hands; groping, tearing off the extra cloak behind him.

"So ... you still refuse to admit reality, right?" The elf warrior frowned: "Look around, look at the robes you have died in battle! They are all warriors, and they didn't have to die like this."

"Why? Just because someone like you who does n’t want to open your eyes still fights for the false **** who fools you! It uses cursed slavery, etc., and lies to deceive, etc., to make you believe that this world exists To happiness and eternal heaven. "

"But that's a lie, heaven doesn't exist; this world only has reality and hell; the pseudo-gods entangled in **** have been tirelessly trying to seize this should belong to us ..."

"clang--!!!!"

With an angry oath, the knight Naze was like an angry beast, waving a sword with one hand, and rushed at the elf warrior.

Between the electric light and the stone fire, the long sword with a white rainbow sheath deflects the blade of the big sword, smashing the wreckage on the side to the invisible flesh.

The red snow danced around the vowed knight.

The next second, the long knife passed through the flying snowflakes; between the sharp blades' contact, the steel-forged shoulder armor and the snowflake were stained by the spouting plasma, and then split into two.

The unavoidable oath the knight lifted the empty left hand directly, and extended it to the opposite side in parallel with the blade; the figure of the surprised elf warrior shook back immediately.

But the left hand with iron gloves took the lead.

"Click!"

Squeezing the delicate neck of the elf warrior, by inertia, vowed that the knight dragged his figure out of the shadow like a stone thrower, and then threw it hard.

"Oh ah ah ah ah ah !!!!!!"

boom!

Between the snow splashes, the falling elf warrior rolled between the corpses, finally stopping his body, kneeling on one knee with his sword in both hands.

The oath knight dragged the big sword upside down, exhausted all the strength of the body, and with the roar of tearing the air, thrust the big sword out of the head in a semicircle and then smashed it down.

"clang--!!!!"

The back of the long sword blocked the blade, but it could not stop the unparalleled power; the snow and the broken bones at the feet of the elf warrior splashed around him with him as the center.

On the chaotic battlefield, a very complete "circle" appeared.

The expressionless elf warrior stared at the scarlet one-eye of the oath knight, his arms holding the long sword trembling slightly; even if his arm broke in the next moment, it was no surprise.

The oath knight reached out his left hand again and reached the crook of the elf warrior.

At this moment!

In an instant, the elf warrior stood up sharply, pulling the blade back to unload the blade front; the long knife in his hand almost touched the face of the two, flashing between the figures.

Draw the knife, press the handle, raise ... pick!

"puff--!"

Blood spewed, and vowed that the knight's left arm was separated from his body and fell into a pile of corpses.

Feeling the cold and murderous air coming from the face, the face of the elf warrior who had escaped the catastrophe didn't have any look of luck, but instead realized what.

The oath froze in place, the knight machinery turned his head, and the big sword in his hand followed the direction of the one-eyed sight, and aimed at the elf warrior again.

Those eyes ... empty, numb, and even no anger.

There is no faith.

"It turns out that ... you are not fighting for faith, nor for dignity." Elf warrior murmured: "It's already over for you, right?"

"Your Excellency Naze, you are fighting for despair and revenge."

The oath standing in place shuddered violently, and there was a growl deep in his throat.

"That's right, I have known you very seriously ... Oath Knight." The elf warrior raised his head and looked at Naze's only one eye: "For you, as long as you haven't given up hope, you can repeat it again and again. Stand up and pounce on your enemy without any damage. "

"So there is only one way to really kill you-let yourself, completely give up your will to live."

"Let you despair."

"I will give you ... despair."

clang!

The oath knight with only one arm left carrying the big sword again, crouching on the ground as if in full strength, knees bent, legs back arched.

The pupils shrank suddenly, and the elf warrior suddenly held the long knife back, and the blade drooped.

"My warrior way ... is boring, it can't roll up the soaring ice and flames, can't make the dead Su Sheng become my puppet, can't become an invisible arrow, and can't sneak into the enemy from the shadow ... "

"Compared to me, many samurai masters of the" Samurai Way "are so dazzling, even the simple and direct" cut "of the Yuting Chief is more interesting than mine."

"It ... like the power that the false god" gives ", is a curse."

The elf warrior murmured.

"Poof—!"

The afterimage passed by, and vowed that the knight's two-handed sword penetrated the elf warrior's torso!

The thin robe could not provide any protection at all, and the fragile ribs broke off; the skin, the skin, the lungs ... the internal organs were all shattered into heavy flesh by the heavy blade of the sword, and then passed through the body. The tip of the sword spewed out from behind.

The oath knight stepped forward with one shoulder, against the elf hanging on the sword; the arm violently pulled the sword up.

split into two!

Fragmented flesh and bones fell to the ground one after another, and they could only be seen vaguely.

Won ...?

"If you say the reason, it's probably because I'm always so unkind?"

The understatement came from behind, and the oath knight suddenly turned back.

The elf warrior holding a long sword still stood still, talking to himself.

"I can't hear the meaning in the words, I can't understand the ridicule between friends, I can't understand the taunts hidden in the vocabulary, I want to refute and think that it can only be annoying."

"So, I chose to endure-no matter what they say, how to ridicule, ridicule, abuse, humiliation ... I will endure without a word, silently ... endure."

"It seems that as long as they don't resist, they will stop."

The elf warrior shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"So, my" Warrior's Way "also became such a boring existence-if you want to use it, you must hold the knife handle motionless, and a little resistance will be released."

"Oh ah ah ah ah ah !!!!!!"

The roaring oath knight pounced on the figure of the elf warrior again; the blade of the big sword dragged upside down in the snow and rolled up "white waves", galloping and attacking.

"puff--!"

At the moment of snowflakes dancing, the big sword crossed an arc in the air, the figure of the elf warrior was divided into two with one, cut off from the waist, and the internal organs and the intestines flesh and blood scattered together.

The high-sworded sword landed in a loud noise, crushing the elf warrior's lower body alive; the remaining right hand released the sword handle and grabbed the falling head in the air.

boom--!

The elf warrior who was dragging his head, the only remaining upper body was smashed to the ground by the vowed knight; then he pulled it hard again, and then fell hard again; once, once, once ...

Until the face can no longer see the shape, the chest is completely sunk, the spine and neck are twisted and broken, and become a section ...

Still ... the despair of the vows knight cannot be eliminated.

What on earth is needed to kill the beast that killed everyone? !

Is it to crush his head? !

Is it to crush his heart?

Is he going to tear him into pieces and then bake it into coke? !

Do you want to die with him? !

What should I do and what should I do before I can ...

"But ... deep down in my heart, I really want to get revenge."

The familiar voice made the oath knight look back in horror, looking at the elf warrior who was also looking at you, and the slight smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I hope they can feel the same pain as me, I hope they can bear the same suffering as me, and I hope they can feel this pain and suffering again and again, and after deeply understanding their mistakes, use the most The most sincere words, say ... "

"Sorry, I ... wrong."

"Don't dare anymore."

boom--!

The moment the words fell, the oath knight exploded into countless flesh as if exploding.

But he could clearly feel that he had just been penetrated by his chest, and then tore his torso abruptly, cut by the waist, crushed, and torn ...

But ... he was sober-every time he was sober, he could clearly feel the very direct pain, and applied it to him again and again.

"So ... as long as I open my mind, the enemy around me will be able to experience all the damage he has imposed on me again and again, and will not stop until I terminate."

The smiling elf warrior smiled, and suddenly shook his head: "No, not before I terminated, but after them-after they really realized their mistake ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ can really stop."

"puff……"

In the blink of an eye, the kung fu turned into a pool of **** vow knights. The fragments of the body, like countless crawling worms, moved closer to the intact head, restoring it bit by bit.

Even the eyes that burst before were already intact.

But there was no numbness, anger or fear in those eyes, only despair.

A despair that wants to avoid and want to escape.

The powerful oath knight knelt between the corpses of the snow and robe, and stared blankly at his elf warrior with a long knife pointing at him.

"Then, as I promised." A smile appeared on the face of the elf warrior, like the ecstasy of a naughty boy after revenge:

"I will despair you."

... m.