While Hongye and Qianxia were talking, Dorotiya had already appeared beside Feilin, and intimately hugged the expressionless girl into her arms, like a loving sister.

"My poor sister, you were born to face the cursed fate, but you had a gentle heart. What a cruel reality? Now you finally understand and liberate your true self. Yes, why bother to suppress yourself? Why use gentleness to face this world that hurts you ruthlessly? As long as you are willing, join forces with your sister to destroy this world, what's the difficulty?"

Dorotiya's face was full of excitement, and she whispered in Feilin's ear: "Come on, sister, start with the humans in front of her, and kill them with her sister."

Feilin did not speak, but raised her hand gently. With this gentle movement, Hongye saw that countless darkness condensed into black shadows and turned into dead spirits full of hatred, wearing broken armor, making roars full of resentment.

In a blink of an eye, the entire battlefield turned into an existence like the Dead Domain of the Yellow Springs. Moreover, Hongye felt a little familiar with the appearance of these undead spirits. After a closer look, weren’t they the mercenaries in this crusade team? These mercenaries were also the ones killed by Feilin.

These mercenaries fought bravely in front of them, but after their death, they became slaves to the Queen of Death. Under her order, they formed a neat square formation with unwilling humiliation and marched towards Hongye and Qianxia.

Moreover, Feilin's power was more than that. Under Feilin's command, these weak resentful spirits began to combine and turned into huge alien bodies. The alien bodies charged forward and raised the fallen huge stone pillar to smash it towards Hongye and Qianxia. Before the stone pillar fell, Hongye and Qianxia had already evacuated separately.

Qianxia asked while avoiding it, "Husband, can it be OK if the infinite armor has not yet rushed?"

Hongye replied: "Not yet, but if we just deal with these miscellaneous soldiers, it would be enough in our current state."

This is not a big deal, but the conclusion drawn by Hongye carefully comparing the level difference between the two sides. Even if he does not arm infinite armor, Hongye's strength is still 30 levels. It is still more than enough to deal with these mercenary undead who have increased the single-digit level compared to before his lifetime.

After getting Hongye's confirmed reply, Qianxia did not hesitate anymore. She drew her sword out of the sheath, and her figure rushed towards the two angels with the sword light. While approaching the third angel, the dead energy surrounding the third angel automatically launched a counterattack against Qianxia. As long as she approached the third angel, her body would be eroded by the dead energy. If the power of the holy relics was not strong, the dead energy would bring Qianxia more than just slowing down the speed of movement.

However, Qianxia still faced the death breath and slashed at the two angels with one sword.

However, this sword that slowed down naturally could not have any results. While slashing the knife, Dorotiya drew her sword in time to bounce Qianxia's attack backwards.

After knocking Qianxia away, Dorotiya's offensive did not stop. The next angel's palm grabbed the palm of his hand in the night sky, and several pitch-black spears formed, and under the command of his master, turning into arrows that left the string, chasing Qianxia's figure.

While being bounced away, the effect of the dead energy acting on Qianxia's body also disappeared. Without the limitation of the dead energy, Qianxia's skills returned to their usual speed and easily avoided Dorotia's pursuit. However, even so, Qianxia's expression became more and more serious.

The existence of dead energy is more difficult than what Qianxia thought before. It is almost an offense and defense. While seizing life, it also has the ability to restrict others' actions. If Feilin hides in the dead energy and does not act, it will be quite difficult for Qianxia to hurt her.

While Qianxia was thinking about her strategy to deal with death, she found that Dorotiya, who was beside Feilin, had disappeared. Qianxia was shocked and hurriedly focused on her defense. However, after a while, the expected Dorotiya's attack did not come. She was a little stunned, and Qianxia reacted.

Dorotia's goal is Red Leaf!

"Husband, please avoid it!"

However, Qianxia's reaction was still half a beat slower. Hongye, without infinite armor, was actually not much different from a living target for the superior angel. Almost the moment when Qianxia's voice sounded, Dorotia's figure appeared behind Hongye, but Hongye was still confused and ignorant at this moment.

Under Qianxia's gaze, the black blade in Dorotiya's hand pierced Hongye's body.

“…a lie?!”

The most important person who had always been confident and guided her forward was easily killed? Qian Xiagang thought so, as if confirming her words. Hongye's entire body turned into ice chips and dispersed. At the same time, when Dorotiya was standing, countless ice spears appeared in the air. These ice spears were fired at the same time under the command of their master, and they could not avoid it. These ice spears pierced Dorotiya.

Dorotiya looked in the direction of the attack and shouted: "Impossible, what you received before was obviously fatal injuries!"

With the attribute of ice, only Flora, who is the eleventh day, has this ability!

Hongye, who had escaped from death, also hurriedly looked at the pretty figure floating in the air under the moonlight.

But compared to Dorotia's hysteria, Hongye's face showed more surprise smiles. However, as soon as the name "Flora" was halfway through, Hongye was stunned. Her long ice-blue hair was so familiar, and the outfit covered with ice and snow diamonds seemed familiar. However, the person wearing the outfit was not Flora.

"Sister Yawei, why... it's you?"

The one who followed Wang Yawei was Kamiller. After coming to the battlefield, the boy gave the second angel a fireball technique without saying a word, and then he stared at the enemy's third angel intently.

Wang Yawei fell from mid-air and looked at Hongye with regret on her face: "Sorry, Xiaoye, I'm one step late, and I only have time to see Miss Flora's last side."

Although seeing Wang Yawei is certainly something to be happy about, the facts represented in her words made Hongye unacceptable.

"Miss Flora's body has long been approaching the limit of the boiling point. Maybe as long as she uses the holy relics, she will suffer as if she is bitten by countless insects. However, she is still wearing the holy relics and fighting to the last moment. Although I am not mature enough, Miss Flora's will will be inherited by me!"

Wang Yawei closed her eyes slightly, and a scene that had been a moment ago appeared in her mind.

...

When the fourth angel's sky curtain opened and the original mutant crusade turned into a game of death, Wang Yawei once again felt her weakness and limits.

In the ruins of the town, the battle between Hongye and the Eighth Angel was intense, even in the safe area outside the ruins, Wang Yawei could still feel that such an amazing battle could be achieved with her current self?

Wang Yawei asked herself repeatedly, but found that all she could do was pray to the sky here.

After letting the twins standby outside and evacuate the ordinary mercenaries, the girl who cares about the safety of the Red Leaf rushed into the sky without hesitation.

The battle in the sky was even more tragic. The roar of artillery fire and the roar of mutants could be heard everywhere. Wang Yawei's strength was not weak. However, without the holy relics, she had difficulty winning even when facing ordinary high-level mutants. With difficulty, Wang Yawei still followed the sound of the battle to the place where Hongye and the Eighth Angel fought before.

With just a glance, Wang Yawei was so shocked by the scene in front of her that she took a deep breath.

This block is also considered a prosperous area, but now it has already turned into ruins under the power of tyranny. Countless tall buildings are collapsing, like the scene after countless bombs are detonated, like hell.

After being amazed by the traces of the battle for a while, Wang Yawei began to look for Hongye nearby. At this moment, Wang Yawei felt nervous and uneasy. She wanted to see Hongye, but was afraid of seeing Hongye. She wanted to see him because she was worried about his safety and was afraid of seeing him because the fierce battle here was obviously over. If she saw Hongye, it would only mean one thing...

So, in a state of anxiety, Wang Yawei searched all the battlefield, but did not find Hongye's figure, but instead found the seriously injured and dying Flora.

Wang Yawei immediately treated the seriously injured Flora, but the blood could not be stopped. This was extremely abnormal for Flora with a half-angel physique. The injuries that penetrated the chest were already extremely terrifying for ordinary people, but for half-angels with strong recovery ability, it was not enough to be fatal. They could even recover as before after a period of time.

However, Flora's condition was extremely bad, with blood almost completely turning into a solidified blue color, flowing out from the wounds that penetrated her abdomen.

Wang Yawei was sweating profusely and was so busy that she was in a state of silence.

"How could this happen? This kind of wound should not be serious."

Flora coughed twice, looked at Wang Yawei and said, "Don't waste my energy, my own situation... I know myself... My boiling point has arrived long ago, I have to fight for my life... forcibly suppress it until now... ahem, at the end of my life, I have no regrets to be able to meet Xiaoye... before..."

Wang Yawei looked at the weak Flora and sighed lightly, not knowing what to say.

"Is this really worth it? Is it persisted for many years... nothing happened..."

Flora shook her head, "How can I say that there is no result? There is no hope at the end of hatred. This is what I understand in the end, because my efforts and sacrifices can bring about the future of more people. Isn't it profitable to trade one person's happiness for tens of millions?"

Wang Yawei looked at her with deep eyes: "But Sister Flora, isn't your initial opportunity to choose this half-day destiny to revenge?"

Flora laughed: "Wrong, Yawei, although hatred is an opportunity, I later realized that the reason for choosing this fate is just to protect the future of 'his'. What I hate is powerless myself, the little girl crying in the ruins of the storm. I don't want to taste the feeling of despair again. When I come to this desperate world, I should always leave something behind..."

Wang Yawei showed a thoughtful expression.

"...If you chose this curse path for 'him', then you shouldn't die here now! convey your will and your will to him! Don't you feel unwilling to die here without understanding?"

"Of course... I'm not willing to give up...ah... But I'm just a mortal. I know my limits. This is my burial place... It's really not beautiful at all... Where is the place, my heart and my will, I'll give you all, Yawei, I know, if it's you, I can inherit... this intention without reservation..."

Flora stretched out her hand and took off the hairpin from her head. This hairpin was the holy relic of the eleventh day. Flora trembled and handed her to Wang Yawei.

Wang Yawei's eyes instantly stopped.

"What...what is this?"

Flora leaned against the wall and smiled weakly. The storm hit at this moment, with a heart-wrenching chill. The wind blew the long ice-blue hair. At this moment, Flora's pale smile was as beautiful as a graffiti of a god in Wang Yawei's eyes.

Flora's eyes slowly lost focus: "Have you heard of a saying that light is a bond, and it will continue to be passed on... I have been... thinking about this line for a long time, so... I dragged my body that was exhausted and dried up, and refused to get into the soil. Now my...wait finally has value, accept it, Yawei, haven't you been eager to get this power all the time?"

Wang Yawei lowered her head, and the rain wet her long hair and was flowing down along the long ends.

"...But, I never thought that I would take this heavy hope from my friend."

"Hope?" Flora chuckled, closed her eyes, and said in a whisper like a dream, "Maybe... there is despair ahead of this road, Yawei, do you want to be the power of 'his'?"

Wang Yawei sighed deeply, then grabbed Flora's hand, and said firmly: "I will not let you down, your heart and will, I will pass on it."

At this time, Wang Yawei realized that Flora had closed her eyes, and her quiet expression was like a sleeping beauty. At the end of her life, did she hear her oath?

I probably heard it, otherwise I wouldn't have such a warm expression, right?

The next moment, Flora's body turned into dust of light in front of Wang Yawei's eyes, drifting with the wind. This is the rule of this game. Whether it is a human or a monster, as long as it dies, it will disappear and no trace will be left behind.

Holding the holy relics tightly, Wang Yawei's expression became firm. She looked at the battlefield filled with death and whispered: "Xiao Ye, wait for me."

On the way here, Wang Yawei met Kamiller, who was fighting hard with the mutant. After saving the other party, she brought him over with her. This is what happened.

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