Chapter 1203 The Living and the Dead (Long Chapter, Please Give Me a Monthly Vote)

Chapter 1204 The Living and the Dead (Long Chapter, Please Submit Monthly Tickets)

The wind in the snow made a rustling sound. One by one, the ghostly human-headed lizards passed through the forest, waving their sharp claws and attacking the blood-stained figure standing in the clearing in the forest.

Behind these snow-white human-headed lizards, an old man in a white robe with red light wrapped around his body rushed forward like a stream of light, mixed among the human-headed lizards.

The dagger in his hand flashed a cold red light, with a crazy and chaotic force that seemed to take away people's lives, stabbing forward.

The cold wind blew up the snow in the mountains and forests, and sprinkled dense snowflakes.

The snow under the sky seemed to be getting stronger at this moment.

The white human-headed lizards had already approached the figure in the center of the snowfield. The girl next to the figure had red eyes and had lost the ability to control her body.

In this lonely white snow, the figure no longer had any helpers.

The red knife was hidden in the gap between the human-headed lizards, waiting for these monsters to attack first and test each other's moves.

Waiting for a perfect opportunity to kill the opponent with one blow.

However, under this still snowfield, the blood-stained figure standing in the forest did not move. He just held the handle of the knife behind him and stood there.

Looking closely, he had closed his eyes at some point, just slightly tilted his ears, as if listening to the wind in the forest.

The girl standing next to him was quietly pushed away from the core of the danger by an invisible force before the human-headed lizards gathered around him.

The closest human-headed lizard had stretched its claws to his chest, but he remained unmoved.

Dense claws began to appear from all directions around him, trying to tear his body apart.

However, he still stood there, holding the handle of the knife with his eyes closed.

It seemed that he saw nothing, and he didn't want to see anything.

Seeing this scene, the old man holding the red knife hesitated for a moment, but soon, he tightened his grip on the blade again.

It was just a trick.

The sharp claws of the human-headed lizard finally touched the clothes of the figure in the forest.

The old man wrapped in red light took a step forward, the blade was like light, the blade light passed through the dense and messy claws, and went straight to the heart of the person in front of him.

At this moment, the figure with closed eyes suddenly raised his arm and pulled out the blade behind his back.

Buzz——

It seemed like the sound of the blood-red blade trembling in the snow, and it seemed like the trembling of the torn body of the human-headed lizard with blood splashing.

The sharp blade crossed the sky and the earth, splitting the snow-white ice crystal floating in the bright red into two, and also splitting the monster screaming next to the ice crystal into two.

It seemed to be just an ordinary swing of the knife, and the blood-red blade circled around the figure in the forest.

But wherever the blade passed, the red explosion splashed like a blooming flower, and drops of blood fell on the white snow on the branches, like a blooming red plum.

All this happened so fast that the old man who stabbed the sharp knife had not reacted before the blade arrived in front of him.

Bang——

The bloody broadsword, with its surging power, easily shook off the slender knife in the old man's hand.

Fine cracks instantly covered the blade of the knife wrapped in red light, and then with a "bang——" sound, the whole knife shattered and splashed into countless fragments.

The drifting snowflakes passed through the flying blade fragments, and also passed through the same old and surprised cheeks reflected on the blade fragments.

He seemed to have thought of countless possibilities, but never expected this one.

The power displayed by the opponent did not seem to be stronger than his, but it still easily shattered the blade in his hand and broke his carefully constructed attack.

His red pupils flashed with disbelief, as if the newly established "confidence" was like thin paper, easily torn apart.

How could it be...

My power is obviously stronger, I obviously have the grace of chaos...

He was still so seriously injured...

How could it be...

I should be the one who won...

The bloody blade reached his waist almost instantly, and then gently pulled it up.

The intense piercing pain accompanied by the fear of life and death rushed into his mind, making his consciousness clear instantly. He opened his mouth and shouted in the fastest voice in his life, "I have the formula of the synergist - don't kill me -"

The bloody blade reached his neck and then slowly pulled it up.

His whole body spun around like a spinning top that was pulled away, and rolled into the white snow.

Blood gushed out from the huge wound that almost covered his entire body diagonally.

But at this moment, he no longer cared about the severe pain. He crawled on the snow, suppressed his pain with the cold snowflakes, raised his head and looked forward.

The tip of the broad blood-red blade pointed downward, but no blood flowed. The blood adhered to the surface of the blade and was slowly absorbed by the blood knife.

The blood-stained figure in the forest had opened his eyes at some point, lowered his eyes, and stared at the old man on the ground.

The dim skylight sprinkled from the clouds behind him, outlining the outline of his figure. The misty snowflakes danced behind him, connecting with the ancient tree trunks, like layers of fluttering flags.

Looking up from below, the figure was so tall, looking down from above, as if he was a god who controlled the life and death of mortals.

Wicken stared at this scene blankly.

Once upon a time, he had imagined countless times that he should be like this, turning his hand to make clouds, turning his hand to make rain, raising his eyes to live, closing his eyes to die, and being a living god in this world.

But now, he was crawling in the snow, becoming a person who looked up at the gods.

He lowered his head and spoke with difficulty and hoarseness, without the arrogance and sharpness just now, "I can tell you the secret medicine formula of the synergist, let me go, just ask you to give me a way out."

His body curled up, his hands under his body, slowly groping forward, where there was another knife hidden.

His strength was stronger than the other party, but his skills were a little worse. If he could seize the opportunity...

Just when he grasped the hilt of the knife, a calm voice came from above his head, "What are you looking for here?"

The voice did not ask for the secret medicine formula as he expected, but asked a seemingly 'completely irrelevant' question.

Wicken was slightly stunned, he raised his head and looked at the standing figure in front of him.

The calm eyes stared at him, like a sharp sword, piercing and splitting his soul.

"Heh."

He no longer concealed, suddenly drew the knife, and was about to attack.

Puff——

But at this moment, he felt a pain in his back.

He turned his head blankly, only to see the short-haired girl holding a sharp dagger, stabbing it into his back frantically.

The swing just now threw him beside the short-haired girl.

The girl's eyes were still full of a bright red that had not yet faded, and some crystal liquid adhered to her cheeks.

She seemed to have lost her mind for a short time, and just used force in a daze, her hands reddened as she grasped the hilt of the knife, trying to pierce the blade in her hand deeper into the old man's body.

Her blade was sharp enough, but it was not enough to completely break the defense of the old man's transformed body. The blade only penetrated a little deeper into the skin, but it also destroyed the old man's attempt to attack.

Wicken looked at the girl who interrupted his action angrily, raised the blade, and wanted to kill her directly.

At this moment, he saw the girl's pupils with ripples, and his hand stopped moving.

He gave up the girl, turned around, swung a knife, and stabbed He Ao who was standing aside without hesitation.

"Ah..."

He Ao looked at his actions calmly and sighed softly.

He raised his hand, and a bloody light crossed the sky.

Blood flowed from Wicken's neck and splashed on the white snow.

His body had long been alienated by the power of the God of Chaos. There were four energy gathering points in his body, three of which were in the trunk of his body, and were destroyed by He Ao's knife just now.

The last one was at the neck.

The old man leaned back, and he stared blankly at He Ao in front of him.

He Ao's eyes slowly looked down and looked at the old man in front of him.

He stood in the light of the sunset, but his back was against the light. The light and shadow blended on his cheek.

The old man seemed to see something. He opened his mouth and wanted to make a sound, but nothing came out.

Finally, his body leaned back and fell on the white snow.

The cold wind brushed across his cheek, bringing the bone-chilling coldness of winter.

The light around him seemed to be completely dimmed, and the whole world slowly shrank, as if it had returned to that cramped and cold room.

The drifting snowflakes fell in from the window, and he opened his eyes and stared at the broken window coffin.

A painful moan of "humming" and "humming" came from the side. It was a thin woman in thin clothes. She curled up in the corner, her face pale, and her body trembling uncontrollably.

At this time, she seemed to find that the person next to her had woken up.

She slowly crawled over, with her back to the window coffin, hugged Wicken's body, and let him rest on her knees.

The cold wind outside the window coffin was blocked a little by this thin body, and it seemed not so cold anymore.

Wicken looked at the somewhat blurred thin cheek, raised his hand, and held the trembling palm.

It was as cold as in memory.

Perhaps, he had died many years ago.

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The bloody blade was slowly put back into the scabbard.

He Ao squatted down and picked up the silver ruby ​​necklace from the corpse on the ground. He looked down at the necklace and put it away.

Just now he was indeed waiting for Wicken to gather all the monsters together to attack together.

Because he was really injured now, with Wicken in front of him, he could use the power of the ‘distributor’ to distribute some of Wicken’s ‘health’ to himself to support his loss of super memory.

Wicken was not a pure B-level, but a power obtained by grace, so the ‘distributor’ still had a certain effect on him.

Of course, in the whole process, in order to reduce the loss, he only opened super memory, so Wicken was indeed stronger than him.

If Wicken had been hiding behind and controlling the monsters to attack him continuously, it would have a great impact on him.

He raised his hand and took off the bracelet on the corpse's hand.

"Hu——"

A low groan came from the side.

He Ao raised his head and looked at the short-haired girl in front of him.

The girl was panting violently at this moment, the red light in her eyes kept flashing, and fine sweat kept oozing from her cheeks.

She was breaking free from the crazy control, but it was obvious that she was running out of strength.

He Ao raised his hand, and the power of super memory burst out, tearing apart the pollution power attached to the girl.

Training is training, as long as the results are achieved.

If this continues, even if this girl breaks free, she will probably be entangled in chaos consciousness for the rest of her life, and then gradually move towards chaos and become a crazy believer in chaos.

"call--"

Shia's body trembled, as if she had been fished out of the water, her whole body shook, and she almost collapsed like a thin strip of cloth.

But in the end, she supported her body, raised her head and looked at He Ao, "Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me. You have a very good will. You managed to get rid of most of it yourself."

He Ao took the bracelet, stood up slowly, and said casually.

"Without your final push, I might have been trapped forever,"

Shia said hoarsely.

At this time, she also discovered Wicken's body next to He Ao. She seemed to remember something, and her slightly relaxed expression turned dull again, and she whispered, "Mr. Sauter, is this world really like that?" , The ones below are weeds, and those above are the masters, which cannot be changed.”

"have no idea,"

He Ao opened the bracelet in his hand, glanced at her, and said casually, "But your father obviously doesn't think so."

Hearing this answer, Shia was slightly stunned.

If this is really the case in this world, then what is the purpose of her father's efforts against the consortium all this time.

Moreover, it seems that this is not unchangeable.

At least, she has followed Mr. Salt all the way here, and many things that she once thought could never be defeated and changed have been defeated and changed.

Her eyes regained some of their energy, she lowered her head and glanced at the dagger still tightly held in her hand, and slowly put it away.

Then she looked at the corpse on the ground, was silent for a moment, and whispered, "My mother was attacked and seriously injured by a monster while exploring the mountains and forests just to complete the mission of the consortium. She had a chance to come back alive, but in order to protect us, she could not We were implicated and died in the battle against another attack by the monster."

She shrugged the tip of her nose and wiped her wet cheeks. She seemed to realize that she had lost some control. She raised her head and quickly changed the subject, "Mr. Sauter, do we want to move on?"

When she raised her head completely, she found that the figure in front of her had disappeared and walked deep into the forest.

She turned slightly red and coughed slightly.

He quickly ran over and looked at the handsome man with blood on his face and a knife on his back. He was looking at the map on his bracelet and seemed to be checking the location. He asked in a low voice, "Mr. Sauter, where are we going next?" ?”

"Just discovered a stronghold, belonging to the Church of Chaos,"

He Ao looked forward and said casually, "We have to go and take a look."

Shia raised her head and looked forward along He Ao's line of sight, "That side seems to be the direction of the false wolf."

"yes,"

He Ao looked forward and sighed meaningfully, "What a coincidence."

He lifted his steps and moved forward slowly.

Siya followed him, looking at the profile of the figure in front of her. After a brief pause, she lowered her head and whispered, "Thank you."

"You yourself have also contributed, so you have to take credit for that,"

A gentle voice sounded in front of her, "I heard that dead people will turn into stars in the sky. Perhaps one of them has been watching you."

Shia was stunned for a moment, raised her head and looked at the sky.

The sky was dark, and in the gaps between the clouds, the twinkling stars were emitting a hazy light.

Dots of starlight spread in the girl's pupils, as if she was looking at the human figure.

The girl's lowered eyebrows were slightly relaxed and raised. After a brief pause, she withdrew her gaze, looked at the back in the snow in front of her, and chased after him.