"Captain." He said with a smile: "In this way, I can taste the taste of lemon that Laken said, right? I heard that it will taste much better when you eat barbecue with it..."

The smile on his face gradually stiffened.

Along this stretch of road, where festive music was playing, a hunched-over woman walked towards her.

Her expression was stiff, her eyes were dull, she was dragging her legs as if she had lost her soul, and she was carrying a large broom as high as a person on her back, which seemed to be weighing down a 10,000-kilogram iron scale.

She held a small mahogany box in her arms and walked in the snow, as if she was holding a warm stove.

The cheerful celebration songs floated in her ears, and she seemed numb, as if she had no reaction to the outside world. Even when she met the two heroes of Praia head-on, she still rubbed their shoulders like a walking zombie.

Pass.

In her mouth, she murmured a name, which echoed repeatedly in this deserted street as if she had chewed it out.

"Yongzhi."

"Yongzhi."

Her steps are slow.

Under her white hair, there were a pair of turbid eyes, like frozen lakes. The eyes had lost focus, and bloodshot eyes gradually spread upward, as if reason and instinct were completely separated.

The red urn hugged her tightly. With her eyes drooped, she used all her strength to hug it tightly with her extremely thin and rickety frame, as if she was embracing a ball of dead fire.

"Yongzhi..."

The hoarse, almost non-existent call echoed on this street, gradually freezing in the receding wind and snow.

"..."

The forced smile on Sherrod's face disappeared.

He stared blankly at the woman who seemed to have suddenly aged more than ten years, and gradually clenched her fists.

"Captain." He said softly: "If I leave, our world..."

"It will continue." Su Mingan said.

His status as a leader gives him the opportunity to return to the world. Even if Sherlude leaves here, the world will continue to go on.

"We..." Xie Lude said: "Are we really NPCs?"

"Yes." Su Mingan said: "But who said that I am not an NPC?"

He stared at Sherrod's fire-like eyes: "...as long as you believe it and understand it, your current thinking is the result of your deep thinking, and you will not regret any of your decisions - you will

I believe you are an independent person."

"Don't you regret all your decisions?"

"yes."

"..."

Sherrod stood there for a long time.

Light ice and snow were stained on his golden hair, and the sword at his waist had been broken in the battle just now.

The notebook in his hand was opened and closed, and novel words danced in his field of vision. His eyes were stunned, as if they had lost their luster.

"Hello--!"

A call came from behind, Su Mingan raised his eyes and saw a fiery red figure.

Naraku suddenly appeared and limped after them.

"Bright Knight, are you looking for your sister?" Naraku asked.

"Yes." Xie Lude reluctantly cheered up.

"..." Naraku sighed softly: "I have met your sister, she came to see me."

Su Mingan felt that as expected, the red-level necklace gifting mission called "Immortality" had not been completed yet, so the sister must still be alive.

"Where is she?" Sherrod said immediately.

"..." Very rarely, there was a slight hesitation in Naraku's voice.

"Knight of Light." She said, "Be mentally prepared."

She took out a jar of ocean blue.

In the jar, a group of curled up sea monsters can be vaguely seen.

…

South District Pier.

The central celebration seems to have nothing to do with this place.

Joy belongs to those who rejoice, and sorrow is reserved for the friends and families of the victims.

Since it is closest to the battlefield, it has become a burial ground for corpses. The Kraken has retreated beyond the outermost barrier that was just established, and the white bridge is now safe.

People stepped onto the city wall, stepped onto the white bridge, and began to collect the bodies of the war dead. Some people had been bitten until their faces were blurred, some were missing arms and legs, and some were left with only a pool of flesh.

He can't even match up with anyone.

Blood covered the white bridge, and the screams of the injured echoed through the area. Medical workers were conducting emergency rescue.

The old man Clifford, whose arms were wrapped in gauze, seemed to have aged a few years in this battle. The wrinkles on his face were more obvious, and spots were scattered like chess pieces on his stiff old face, and even his eyes were much numb.

"Minister." A soul hunter reported the casualties to him: "A total of 1,065 people in the team, 769 dead and 238 injured. Among them, more than half are seriously injured, and almost all of them will be disabled in the future."

Clifford listened to this number with some numbness.

Of the total team of a thousand people, more than two-thirds were dead, and almost everyone who survived was injured.

"Moreover, Minister." The Soul Hunter said softly: "Since most of the deceased were Soul Hunters and prepared Soul Hunters with combat effectiveness, our number of personnel... is already extremely short. If the Soul Clan continues..."

"The Soul Clan will not take action at this time, Lord Su Lin can take care of them." Clifford said.

"Yes. But the biggest crisis now is the sea monsters in the outer layer. If they don't leave for a day, our residents who go to sea may encounter the risk of being killed at any time... and our shipping routes will also..."

"……knew."

"Minister, if this continues, the island's resources will soon..."

"knew!"

Cliff blew his beard and stared, his old face flushed: "Young man! Do you think I don't want to expel those sea monsters? Do you know what the cost of expelling the sea monsters is? It is to awaken the sea monster king in Su Lin!

——If she wakes up, do you know the cost of waking her up??"

The young soul hunter immediately lowered his head and did not dare to say a word.

Clifford closed his eyes slightly.

Amidst the wailing of the wounded, his voice was almost silent: "...Let's do this for now. Let's see. If the resources are really insufficient, we can open up a new route. Although the north is farther, it is not impossible..."

"Minister, but the Sirens have surrounded them to the north..." Soul Hunter endured it and recounted the bad situation: "Just now, without the control of the Siren King, Praia has been manipulated by them.

We are surrounded, no matter which direction we go from, we...can't get out."

Clifford took a deep breath.

He knew that if they continued like this, they could only awaken the Siren King in Su Lin and let the blue Siren King help them drive away the group of Sirens surrounding them.

However, even a kid in Praia knows the price of awakening a siren.

The Siren King fell into a deep sleep due to exhaustion of energy.

To wake her up, you can only feed her the energy she needs.

And the energy the Kraken needs...

It's people.

It's the body, it's the soul.

Because she is the king among sea monsters, she needs far more life than normal sea monsters.

...They need to use the lives of countless residents of Praia to fill this hole.

Clifford clenched his fists.

His whole body was shaking with anger.

He felt like his body was driven into the soil by stakes, and the heavy guilt and responsibility made him breathless.

There was a smell of blood in his throat, as if he was suffering from cerebral hemorrhage due to anger.

He suddenly collapsed and punched the wall next to him, creating a spider web-like crack.

"Bang!"

Loud noises echoed throughout the area.

"——God! You're treating me unfairly, Praia!" Clifford screamed miserably, tears falling down his old face that had experienced many vicissitudes of life, and his eyes were almost cloudy and invisible.

"Why - why the hell do you want the people on this land to experience such pain again - haven't we suffered enough? There are so many innocent lives to give you.

!?"
To be continued...