075, the blood of betrayal

Surprise only happened in a moment.

After a moment, the subject and object of the surprised two parties will be exchanged.

There was no sound because the sound was not even time to make it. The gun warrior took a step at this moment of life and death, and avoided the broken sword with an even more incredible speed.

but……

The black blade pulled apart, and a frost flashed through the air. When the gun soldier escaped from death, turned around, and maintained his combat posture again...

The sound of insects finally sounded. The armor behind the gun warrior also cracked, a wound appeared, and suddenly, blood splashed out.

The winter sun was already setting, but after the blood-red flash, the red sun seemed to be afraid and began to sink to the other end of the horizon.

The gun warrior had a comfortable smile on his face, and he relied on the spear in his hand and continued to point at the idiot in front of him.

"It's so exciting... It's really a long time... I haven't tasted such a terrible feeling."

The tip of the gun swung slightly, and the fiery red eyes also looked at the idiot in front of him who seemed to be in a walking corpse with interest, without any intention of paying attention to the wounds behind him.

(What an interesting boy. His actions are completely unnecessary or burdened, and there is no waste of energy in the whole process. It is such a perfect killing sword technique... it is also a perfect psychological quality! The more I think about it... the more exciting it feels!)

The idiot stood, in the sinking sunset, his eyes were still dissipated, and his dark pupils still had no focal length. It seemed that he would stand like this forever before his opponent showed any flaws, even if the world collapsed, he would not move at all.

Compared to the idiots and gun warriors who were completely in a stalemate here, Toran and Florent were in much worse condition.

Due to illness and vomiting blood, the dead soldiers controlled by Tolan broke into pieces. This made the soldiers come back from their horror, immediately raised their weapons and rushed directly to Tolan, who had no power to backhand.

"Kill! Kill that demon!"

Capturing the thief and capturing the king is the easiest truth. Everyone who is frightened is full of eyes and hopes to kill this terrible "demon" as soon as possible. Sometimes, killing fear is the best way to resist fear.

Florence saw the soldiers coming, and he was so scared that he trembled all over when he saw them. Seeing that the other party was getting closer and closer, he glanced at Tolan, who was lying beside him and coughing up blood. After thinking about it carefully, he finally made a decision-

escape.

He threw Toran and ran away.

Because this is not a battle he can participate in at all. He is just an ordinary little hooligan. He just relies on being a little more fierce and scaring the honest ordinary people. How can he have the courage to face regular soldiers?

He is afraid of death. As long as he is a human being, as long as he knows how hard he lives, he will be nostalgic for his life. As long as he can save his life and give up some dignity, what is it?

"No! Don't kill me! I don't know! They are all the ones who harmed me! If you want to kill, kill them, it has nothing to do with me!"

Florent shouted loudly and staggered towards the magic train. Toran, who was lying on the ground, saw the man he protected until death, leaving him to escape. He had no resentment or hatred. The only thing that was that he picked up his sword again, stood up exhausted, and blocked the middle of those people and the train...

"Please run away quickly..."

The blood on the corner of his mouth was not dry yet, Toran stood in place with a blurred look, waiting for the moment when the first soldier holding a spear approached, he raised his sword and pierced the other party's throat.

"Escape quickly... before I can... stand still... escape quickly...!"

The sand that had been silent for too long began to fill the blood again. Nearly two hundred troops rushed towards Toran and attacked the demon hard. Perhaps because the two fists of the gun warrior just now were too heavy, Toran kept coughing up blood, and the strength of the soldiers summoned was not as strong as before. There were more and more wounds on his body, and more and more blood.

Gradually, Toran's lips began to turn white, and the movements of dancing sword blades were no longer as graceful as dance. The idiots over there were still confronting the gun warriors, restraining each other. While looking for the other party's flaws, they were also looking for any flaws.

"She... is almost finished..." On the magic train, Florent leaned against the window and looked at everything outside in horror. Seeing that Tolan's combat power became weaker, his heart was tighter. But even so, he turned his head cruelly and rushed into the front of the train, looking for any switch that could start the train.

"Brother~~"

Florent gritted his teeth and kept tugging on the joysticks.

"Brother, can Ded raise this little mouse? It looks so pitiful."

Looking for all the devices that can be activated, he even sounded the whistle inadvertently.

"Woooooooooooooo... Brother... It's not good for Daide... The brother that Daide caused was beaten by his mother..."

In desperation, he pressed a red button on the control panel, and with a rumbling sound, the magic train began to vibrate slightly.

"Brother...Dade will definitely listen to his brother in the future, so don't be angry, okay? Brother~~~"

As the train started, Florent was lying next to the window and staring at the situation outside again. Just so happened that he saw a crossbow arrow piercing Toran's thigh. The severe pain made him kneel down unconsciously.

"Brother~~Ded, I like my brother the most~~~~! From now on, Daide will marry his brother as a bride and be with him forever~~~!"

Gritting his teeth, Florence endured the pain in his heart and turned his head.

He no longer wanted to watch it, nor did he dare to watch it again. In his heart, the man kept telling himself what he was? He was just a little hooligan, a little bastard. A villain who was holding the title of Count and cheating in the city. What power does he have to help that "girl"?

Escape... Being a cringe is the most correct choice now, isn't it?

"I'm not wrong...I'm absolutely not wrong..."

The speed of the train accelerated again. Florent sat at the front of the car, talking constantly, looking for reasons for himself.

"I am the most innocent person... I didn't know anything at all, so I was caught in..."

"They are very strong, right? Yes... With their strength, it's not easy to escape successfully. Why should I worry about them? Haha...hahaha..."

"In the future... I will come back after this matter is over... When I come back, I will definitely come to find them! At that time, the two of them will definitely run out happily... to welcome my return? Haha... That's right..."

"It must be...so! So...so..."

The train was lifted up, and Florent let out a relaxed breath from the bottom of his heart. He smiled... forcibly made himself smile. He forced himself not to think about Toran, surrounded by nearly two hundred people outside, and spoke...

Laughing loudly.

Bang--!

Suddenly, a violent explosion sound came from the carriage behind! Florent immediately hugged his head and hugged in the corner and kept trembling. In a few seconds, three soldiers walked in with long swords. Two of them looked at Florent with a frightened face. The remaining one turned off the train's guide furnace again in three or two, causing the train to stop.

"Walk!"

Florence was handcuffed, and the three soldiers pushed him and drove him off the train. Florence, who was completely incapable of helping to the Lord, raised his hand to protect his head, walked forward in fear, and shouted: "Please don't kill me! I don't know anything! They are all... They are all those two people who framed me! I don't know anything at all!"

Florent argued with a hoarse voice, hoping to save his life. As long as he could save his life, he would not care about anything and betray anything. Even if he wanted him to lie down and lick the toes of these soldiers now, he would never frown.

"Go away!"

However, the three soldiers ignored his wailing at all. After bringing him back to the battlefield, a soldier directly placed his sword on his neck and shouted loudly: "That woman! I now order you to put down the weapons in your hand immediately! Let these filthy things that should not exist disappear! Otherwise, I cannot guarantee this person's life!"

Only then did Florent realize that Tolan was still fighting hard. More than thirty corpses were piled up at his feet, and correspondingly, his body was covered with blood. When he saw Florent being captured, Tolan was instantly lost his mind, and a lightning bolt directly blasted out of a stone master and hit his body.

Put down your weapons?

If we put down our weapons now, can we save Florent's life?

If he could, of course he would let go without hesitation. But if he put down his weapon, he would only be able to get Florent's death faster...

Snap.

Excessive blood loss, Toran knelt on the ground, his swords inserted into the sand...

"Stand up...my servant..."

Beside him, there were ten dead bodies, slowly regaining their "viability"...

Seeing that the threat was ineffective, the three soldiers holding Toran were even more annoyed. Especially the soldiers with the sword stuck to Florent's neck, he was so angry that he pressed the sword directly on the hostage's neck, pulled it gently, and drew a blood mark, and roared: "Woman! I order you to stop immediately! I count to three! If you dare to resist, see if I will open a hole in the scum of the neck!"

A touch of pain was added to the cold touch.

Even if he couldn't see his neck, Florent finally understood what kind of environment he was in now. Seeing that the soldier holding him had already shouted the first word "one". In horror, he immediately shouted: "Hurry! Stop quickly! Do you want to watch me be killed?!"

Tolan remained unmoved and continued to hold his sword to face the enemy.

"two!"

"Hurry... Stop quickly! I'll tell you to put down your weapons! Stop immediately! You, March 8, don't understand what I said?!"

"three--!"

The most terrifying number finally popped out. At this moment, Florent only felt that his heart was being tightened! He ignored anything anymore and immediately shouted out-

"Ded! You don't listen to your brother, aren't you? I want you to stop immediately! Even if you are going to be killed in the next second, for my life, I want you to stop immediately!!!"

Toran, who was already riding on a soldier's shoulder and preparing to insert his sword into the other's eye socket, suddenly stopped. In his ears, the familiar and distant name began to echo in his mind.

He stopped... At the same time, the dead soldiers fell to the ground and lost their vitality. The soldier who originally thought he would die was stunned for a moment, and then immediately pushed Toran forward. The moment he fell to the ground, four spears cooperated to pierce his limbs and nailed him to the sand.

“…”

Doesn't it hurt...?

How can I not hurt if my limbs are nailed?

But Toran just stared at Florent over there, her two beautiful eyes filled with tears, mixed with red blood, rolling down along his cheeks...

The sun has already set.

The silver moonlight dyed the yellow desert silver gray.

The Toran, nailed to the desert cross, looks no longer as fierce as before. In comparison, it adds a bit of sadness...

Beside, the idiots and gun warriors were still confronting each other, from the sun set to the moonlight spreading all over the earth, they stood like two sculptures.

Have they completely ignored the situation around them?

No.

In the duel, any small thing may trigger a causal relationship that can affect the outcome of the battle. Although they are confronting each other, they are probably more clear about everything around them than the parties involved.

Looking at the boy holding the sword in front of him still maintaining this motionless posture, the gun warrior secretly smiled—

(Interesting. When your companion is in great crisis, can you still be patient with me here?)

(However, this is true. Now for you and me, the situation has become very complicated. As long as one of us is the first to relax and intends to turn around and escape, the other will immediately use a killer move and take the other's life.)

(Now, there is no so-called peace. This battle will definitely end with someone among us being distracted first and death as the end.)

(The only thing to compare is to see who is more calm and able to endure.)

(Did you get distracted by the death of your companion first?)

(Or, can't hold on because of excessive blood loss...?)

Behind the gun warrior, blood was still flowing, dyeing the desert under his feet red...
Chapter completed!