"Wow, ahhhhh!" A scream suddenly came from the direction of the car behind him. Clossi, who thought something was wrong, threw away the awakened person, and intercepted and pushed him back like a gust of wind.

"What's wrong with Uncle."

No one responded, the cold wind in the mountains tilted the curtains of the carriage, and a figure with blood-stained torso slowly walked from the shadow of the carriage to the pale and cold moonlight.

Seeing the slender and petite figure, Helen's black pupils could not help but shrink, and she covered her mouth in shock. The expression of surprise, pain, and helplessness flashed across her pretty face, which was extremely complicated. Maiya and others frowned fiercely and roared at the corpse group, as if they were furious and venting something. They opened and closed, slashed horizontally, ten times more fierce than before.

A slender figure dyed in a dark red color in a coarse linen skirt walked to the edge of the car, carrying the old driver's white haired head in one hand, and holding the old sword that was still bleeding in the other hand. Under the cold moonlight, the girl's originally rosy and healthy face turned into a terrible face without blood, with a hideous look on her face, and her eyes were as dull as the corpse that kept attacking from the forest.

The old man's head was thrown to the ground, rolled a few times before stopping in front of Clossi. His face, which was as wrinkled as orange peel, still had a painful, shocking and incredible expression when he was dying.

The cold mountain breeze blew the ends of his hair, his face stained with dark red blood beads, and the girl Emma, ​​with a hideous expression, slowly walked towards Clossi, whose body became thicker and shorter due to anger, sadness, and her body was stiff.

"Close!" Helen turned around and screamed worriedly.

The female knight who was extremely familiar with Closi keenly noticed the abnormality of her little man. Closi, who was as harsh as the cold wind in the twentieth month of winter, seemed to be in a state of trance.

Helen knew very well that she always said some unreasonable jokes. Clossi, who liked to swing his fists with a subordinate because of a trivial matter, looked careless on the surface, but in fact she was a man who valued love. Although it was just a chance meeting, the girl who gave favors to the group without asking for anything and obviously had a good impression of him died in front of her. Clossi, who had a delicate and soft side in her heart, would not remain indifferent no matter what.

‘If you don’t mind, please try the ale brewed by my own home to warm up the body.’

‘You are a noble and kind soldier.’

‘If you have been wet from the rain, you will get typhoid fever if you don’t pay attention.’

Shy, longing, simple, and moving from the moment of meeting Emma's constant frown and smile appeared before her eyes like a slow movie, impacting Clossi's slender and fragile heart. Her sword-holding arms drooped weakly, and even her face was ferocious and cruel, and she growled step by step toward her girl with a roar and approached her step by step.

"Close!" Seeing the girl in the slit dress holding a sharp blade walking to Cose, he still stood there without any reaction. Helen, separated by the rolling tide of corpses, shouted anxiously again.

Still no movement, Clossi, who was intertwined with pain, sadness, and various complex emotions in his blue pupils, stood there with his hands down until the broken and worn sword pierced into his stomach without any mercy...

"Close!" Helen screamed.

"This foolish lord!" The temple suddenly burst. Maiya, who had been paying attention to the situation, cut several corpses in front of him with a sword, and cut several wounds with the spear attacking from the side to rush towards Clossi in an empty space.

"Bang" The huge black shadow passed by Clossi at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. Her skin, internal organs, and bones were fragmented and turned into a rose-colored blood mist and scattered. The whole body was dark, as wide and thick as a giant sword as a door panel, and the girl barely kept her upper body intact and flew out slanted.

‘Pu slap slap.’ Bright red blood splattered on her fair and perfect face.

"Ah?" Looking at the blood stains that were smearing from the cheeks with fingertips, she smiled with a wooden smile. Clossi, whose pupils were dark and dull, slowly breathed out, and said in a hoarse voice, "Please get out of the way." As she said, she covered her mouth and started to retching involuntarily.

‘Aoao!’ A tall and strong body holding a spear roar howled and rushed towards Clossi. Without waiting for others to remind him, countless debris had already turned into thunderous sounds of breaking through the air.

"Danger!" Seeing several corpses holding sickle swords attacking their lords from all directions at the same time, Dilumuduo whispered a loud reminder while carrying a gun forward to help.

"Don't go over!" Hengjian stopped Dilumudo, and Helen shook her head firmly in response to the other party's puzzled eyes. Maiya's movements were simpler and more crude and directly kicked the other rider who wanted to lean on to help.

As a partner and lover who has been with him for a long time, Maiha Helen is just a shell wrapped in a seemingly careless outer shell that doesn't care about anything. The inside is very sensitive and fragile and easily lose control. At this time, what he needs most is probably to vent his heart and to vent his pain. Now, he can't help but rely on it, but he may be accidentally injured by Closie, who temporarily controls most of his behavioral abilities with negative emotions.

"Get out of the way!" He screamed more and more hysterically. Whenever he vomited, Clossi swung his sword, the air would shake violently like thunder. All the objects around him would burst and fly. He would constantly attract and devour the surrounding corpses like a wormhole, and mechanically strangle them into pieces with swords and swords.

The east began to turn white, the moon disappeared, and the whole sky gradually turned rose. The warm sunshine fell back to the earth, and the mountains and forests that had been crying and howling all night long finally calmed down.

There is a strong and fishy smell floating in the air, and the ground is covered with a layer of dazzling dark red. There are broken limbs and broken arms, rotten muscles, broken bones, and there is no corpse around the carriage that can still remain intact, just like a scene like hell.

Under the soft morning light, Closi, who was bathed in flesh and blood, leaned against the Dragon Sword that was inserted into the ground, closed his eyes and gasped.

Helen sighed quietly, walked to Clossi, took out the silk and wiped it carefully, sticking to his hair and dark red blood stains on his cheeks.

"It seems that it's over." Helen comforted Clossi's cheek gently, noticing that Clossi looked at the slightest gaze of the girl in the skirt not far away, Helen gently hugged her arms and persuaded with distress: "That's not your fault."

At this time, the slightly hoarse male voice floated from the surrounding forest with a proud tone. "I did a good job, but it could actually cause harm to my body and destroy all the toys I had collected easily. Unfortunately..." After a pause, he said in a stronger tone. "It's a pity that no matter how hard you struggle, it's just a futile."

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It's stuck again, and somehow I can't write down the feeling I want.
Chapter completed!