Serei tilted his chin and looked like he was gloating, "Huh? So why are you here? Say your final farewell to us and explain your will and so on?"

Palmer glanced at Sere, and after taking deep breaths repeatedly, he calmed down and asked, "Is Vosilin gone?"

Sere said, "No, she is still in the guest room."

Last night, in order to create an offensive opportunity for Aimu, Vosilin tried her best to trick Palmer into the guest room of the Undead Club. Although Palmer was very reluctant, he really liked the time spent with Vosilin.

But as soon as this wonderful time ended, Palmer received this cruel news.

"good."

Palmer drank the remaining drink at the bottom of the glass and turned towards the stairwell. Sere looked at his back and whistled loudly.

Climb the stairs and arrive in front of a seemingly endless corridor. Doors stand along both sides until they disappear from sight.

Palmer followed the house number. As a good friend of the Immortal Club, although Palmer was not an immortal, he still relied on his solid friendship to obtain the right to live in a guest room here.

Soon, Palmer found his room and opened the door. The room was dark, and he could hear slow breathing. It seemed that Vosilin was still sleeping and had not gotten up.

Palmer swallowed. Although Vosilin was his fiancée, Vosilin was too strong for Palmer. She was like a hunting tiger, always hiding behind him and watching covetously.

Therefore, under normal circumstances, Palmer habitually avoids Vosilin...but he is attached to her. This sounds very contradictory, but it also seems like some kind of little game between their lovers.

This morning, Boluogo left silently out of consideration for Aimu. After all, Aimu drunk herself crazily last night, and her mind was not very clear. With her temperament, once she woke up, she would probably make a sharp scream.

Voice.

In order to allow Aimu to deal with his emotions better, Boluogo would leave, leaving Aimu with a space to be alone and let her relax.

Palmer was different. He left silently early in the morning just to escape from Wosillin's clutches. Judging from his previous experience with Wosillin, once Wosillin woke up, he would probably have to

I can only report to the Order Bureau in the afternoon.

Damn it, I should have gone in the afternoon, why should I be so diligent in the morning?

Palmer sat down on the bed with annoyance, all kinds of messy thoughts rushing through his mind, almost bursting his head.

Suddenly, a warm hand touched the back of Palmer's neck, and then Wosillin's chin pressed on Palmer's shoulder from behind, face to face.

"What's wrong?"

Palmer was stunned for a moment, then reluctantly turned his head, and a pair of bright eyes looked at him, reflecting each other, as if he was staring into a mirror.

"you're awake?"

"I've been awake for a long time," Vosilin let go of Palmer and stretched hard, "I just don't want to get up."

"Oh, that's how it is."

Palmer guessed that when he sneaked away, Vosilin woke up, and he was actually still feeling proud.

"What's wrong? Palmer, you were so happy when you left, why do you come back with such a sad face?"

Vosilin held Palmer's neck, crossed her elbows, and was full of wrapping. The right amount of force was a warm embrace, but too much force was a fatal chokehold.

Palmer was very obedient and pressed down on Wosselin's strength. The two of them lay on the soft big bed, the quilt and the body entangled together.

"Tonight, I will embark on what may be the final journey...through the etheric realm, deep into the heart of the Kogadel Empire, to fight that decisive battle."

Palmer's eyes were empty, staring at the deep and endless darkness of the ceiling above. His thoughts seemed to be floating in the endless darkness with his eyes, looking for unknown answers.

Vosilin hugged him silently, her presence was like a warm light, trying to illuminate the corners of Palmer's heart.

"If I succeed, I will become the greatest hero in the history of the Klex family, and my name will be praised by future generations and become a symbol of salvation."

Palmer's voice was low and hoarse, as if he was saying to himself, "But if I fail... it will be all over, all the hard work, sacrifices and hopes will be in vain."

Vosilin's voice echoed in the darkness, "So are you scared? Just like in the past, facing the fear of the unknown."

Her breath brought a hint of warmth, gently brushing Palmer's cheek, as if comforting his inner fear.

Palmer was silent for a while, then slowly said, "Yes, I'm scared...I've never been so scared."

His voice trembled, revealing deep fear and uneasiness, but in Vosilin's arms, Palmer seemed to find a glimmer of courage and face his fears frankly.

"It's not the war itself that scares me."

Palmer's words came intermittently, as if he was groping for the way forward in the dark, "After experiencing so many life and death tests, even the most timid person will feel numb to the crisis,"

"Brogo was once worried about something like this," Palmer continued. "He was afraid that after he retrieved his memory, he would discover that he was actually a coward in the past...a coward who became immortal because of his fear of death.

.”

"But he later relaxed."

Palmer smiled softly, "He said that human beings are creatures that live in the present, not the past or the future. He no longer cares whether he was a coward or something else in the past. He only knows that he is still brave now."

, not afraid of life and death.”

Having said this, Palmer sighed helplessly, "I really envy his ability to explore his own heart, but I can't see clearly my heart, it's so chaotic."

"Um."

Vosilin responded gently, wrapping her arms tightly around Palmer, as if a soft python was wrapping him tightly. However, her embrace was not cold, but revealed a warm power, as if to wrap Palmer around.

All the fear and anxiety in Ermo's heart melted away.

"So, what are you worried about?"

Wosselin asked softly, her voice full of gentleness and care.

Palmer's eyes became deep and confused, as if he had fallen into an inner abyss.

He smiled bitterly, with a hint of self-deprecation and helplessness in his voice, "I'm worried that on the edge of life and death, I won't be able to be the hero who stands up. You know, Wosillin, I have many shortcomings, and I am far from perfect.

.”

He paused and continued, "Bolog and the others always praise me, saying that I am a living human being with flesh and blood, much stronger than their extreme monsters.

But to be honest, I don’t think this is something to be proud of. Just because I am a human being, I will have fears, hesitations, temptations, and may even...fall."

Palmer's voice was full of confusion and helplessness, longing for some kind of support and guidance.

Machines will never make mistakes, but human beings are full of uncertainty and fragility. Because of this, Palmer often envies existences like Burlogo and longs for himself to become perfect so that he can bear that burden.

Responsibility.

Yes, responsibility.

Palmer is not afraid of death, war or the devil. What really scares him is the heavy responsibility. Palmer is afraid that he is not competent, afraid of living up to the expectations of others, and afraid that everything will turn into nothing in the end.

Vosilin felt his inner struggle and uneasiness, and whispered softly into Palmer's ear: "Don't worry, I believe you will make the right choice... maybe you are the real savior?"

Her words were like a ray of breeze, gently blowing away the haze in Palmer's heart, and an indescribable feeling surged into his heart, which was both warm and complicated.

"Me? Savior?" Palmer repeated the word in a low voice, with a bitter smile on his lips, "This sounds like a cold joke."

…

In the turbid darkness, Nathaniel asked the towering shadow, "So Belphegor is indeed out?"

"Yes."

Under the huge shadow, Maria's figure appeared. This illusory individual represented the hideous and complete body of the others.

"What about her? Now that Belphegor is dead, as the chosen one, is she still a threat?"

Nathaniel's voice became tense. There were very few things that could make him so nervous nowadays, and this was one of them.

"You mean the current director?"

A faint smile appeared on Maria's face, soft and beautiful, which seemed to make everyone who looked at her put down their guard.

"Of course, she is safe, but it still needs some time for inspection and purification. Although Belphegor is dead, his power still exists in the world, but he has just changed his master."

Hearing such an answer, Nathaniel's heart went blank, and there was an indescribable emotion surging, making his dull face even more trembling and out of control.

During the Secret War, the current director and the lover of Nathaniel, in order to win the war, she made a blood contract with Belphegor. In the end, although she defeated the King's Secret Sword, she was also close to death and was regarded as a

Independent external system, connected to everyone.

Nathaniel asked, "She...when will she be able to connect to the Ones?"

As long as she can access the crowd, the crowd can copy her memory and personality. Although it is virtual, being able to see her again is already a great comfort to Nathaniel.

Maria responded, "We're not going to take her."

Nathaniel was stunned for a moment, and his voice became deeper and filled with anger, "Why? She has obviously sacrificed so much..."

"It is precisely because she has sacrificed so much that we cannot let her go with us."

Maria's voice became stern, and after calming down Nathaniel for a while, she said, "Don't forget, Nathaniel, we will appear on the final battlefield later."

"Letting her connect to the crowd now is tantamount to leading her to a more complete death, and you...it will also be difficult for you to reunite with her, isn't it?"

Nathaniel fell silent and clenched his fists silently. He wanted to refute something, but he couldn't make any sense.

An inexplicable feeling of despair lingered on him until Maria spoke again, "We plan to hand her over to Freya."

Nathaniel suspected that he heard wrongly, "What?"

"The decision-making room, everyone, the first group... we plan to rush to the final battlefield and give our enemies a head-on blow."

A strange yet familiar voice sounded from the darkness. Behind Maria, a tall man walked towards Nathaniel, but he made no sound of footsteps, as if he was an insubstantial ghost.
To be continued...