The light finally ended.

In the dark corners where the city lights could not be shrouded, the surging black tide surged in silence, swallowing the fate of the heroes in it.

Along the desolate mountain road and the lonely woods, we portrayed the traces of battle along the way, approaching our goal for the person we have been looking for.

Above the broken grass stems and pierced the ground, there are soldiers named hunting dogs galloping.

I can't imagine how fierce the battle was. In just one day and one night, Lancer, who had the killing gun, became so embarrassed.

The sweat oozing from the light armor was as if it had just come out of the water, one after another of terrifying scars. If it was a little deeper, it would be enough to make Lancer's body split.

And he was still running, just like Kuafu chasing the sun, only death can stop him.

At some point, the follower of the gun jumped up in a certain direction, stabbing the love gun in his hand in a loud shout.

In an instant, the fishy red gun drew a train in the night sky.

Until it is blocked by another bright red light.

Like a warrior condensed with a dark entity, it hits Lancer's gun-holding figure.

The red light intertwines in the night sky, forming a mysterious and deadly bloody red flower.

During the brief confrontation, the two soldiers added many scars to each other, and their agile figures like hunting dogs finally bounced back to the ground with the force.

The cyan lancer's feet stepped on the solid ground again, and his scarred body shook weakly. The handle of the love gun was a little on the ground, maintaining his body's stability. The hot blood flowed down his cheeks and was wiped away by the warrior's hands before covering his eyes.

Continuing the battle is the durable skill that the lancer possesses. If it is not subject to fatal injuries that must be dying, it can survive. Even if it is seriously injured in the dying world, it can move and fight.

But any ability has its limit, and the injured follower of the gun has deeply felt the arrival of the limit.

Fighting again and again, and getting hurt again and again. In this continuous battle that lasted for a day and one night without any gap, the dead Damocles sword heavily oppressed his spirit, as if it would crush him in the next moment.

The world is as cold as an ice field, but flames are burning in my heart.

Death is like a needle on the back, only the spear in the hand is pointing to the beacon of life.

——Is this the happy battle I dream of?

Why is the enemy like this?

Raising his head tiredly, Lancer looked at the black servant who was also seriously injured and was tiredly holding a spear.

Blood was flowing out of the other party's face, chest, lower abdomen, and limbs. The wounds did not give Lancer the relief of victory because he had the same wound on his body.

The bloody spear was lifted up by the opponent and pointed straight at his Adam's apple.

It's really strange. No matter how you look at it, you're depressed that your weapons were stolen by others, but I still hold my spear.

"What an unpleasant guy-"

Lancer shook his body unhappily and rushed towards the other party.

On the opposite side of him, Lancer's opponent let out a bloodthirsty laugh, and his limbs stepped on the ground and suddenly jumped.

Isn’t that enemy’s face showing a bloodthirsty smile just Lancer himself?

A hundred meters away was fleeting, and the blue and black hunting dogs collided fiercely. The spears were biting each other for their minions. The body, which was heavily hit and pressed, fell to the ground, and rolled up again. The bloody red spears were swung into circles and pulled each other together. The movable gun handle made both arms numb.

At one moment, the black hunting dog lowered its body faster. At the moment of the weapons confrontation, the blue hunting dog failed to get the support of the earth and flew out like a sharp arrow. The black hunting dog leaned down and jumped, and two soldiers galloped on the ground one by one and the other behind.

Just like the previous day and night of pursuit, in the empty dark night, blue and black figures flew past the earth like lightning, and the grass stems cut by the wind blades brought by the rapid development were flying all over the sky, and the one who started to make the work was already several miles away.

The blue and black light flew into the forest again and refracted on the thick trunks. The black-brown bark was broken and left footprints. The main trunk shook the leaves and flew into a tornado, pointing in the direction where the warrior left.

After countless battles, he was injured, separated, and fought again.

The blue and black light finally stopped, and two soldiers were tired.

The injured body could no longer retreat as quickly as before. This time, the two soldiers who were in a standstill were only ten steps away, and they almost stabbed a spear and entered the opponent's attack range.

"Why are you just unwilling to die? Stupid Kuchulin."

The black servant said helplessly, his spear was stationed, his body shaking and leaning against the tree trunk next to him, and his whole body was extremely relaxed.

Relaxation is just the most basic training for a warrior. The opponent's murderous eyes still locked in the lancer. As long as he had a slight flaw, the next round of battle would inevitably begin.

"It seems you have found a new master, otherwise any servant will not last long in this fierce battle."

"It is the responsibility of the knight to be loyal to the king. But you don't even have a king now, why don't you die?"

"Do you think I, Kuchulin, will lose to myself?"

The black knight smiled helplessly.

"It's so stupid. I've explained to you that I am you, and you still can't understand this."

"You are just the other side of me. After being swallowed by the black warrior, the sword was divided and turned into two people who existed at the same time. Am I wrong?"

"So tell me, what part of you am I?"

"You are my dark side, not reflected in the outside world, and have the personality of my denial of ideas that I have grown to this level."

“This answer is so smooth.”

The dark spearman shook his head unhappily, and his eyes looked at Lancer full of disgust.

"Full of self-righteous pride and foolish persistence make me really cruel to kill you right away."

"This is the difference between me and you. It is precisely because of the persistence you disdain that I can defeat you and become who I am now."

Lancer answered confidently, and his eyes seemed to remind the Dark Spearman that he would always be a loser, which made the Dark Spearman furious.

"Damn, do you really think you've always been the winner-?!"

The bloody spear bounced up with the outbreak of murderous intent, accompanied by the master's anger and coveted the enemy's life.

"You and I are both products divided by the same soul. Think about how many times have you really won in the battle between two personalities?"

Lancer, who thought he was a master's personality, hesitated for a moment, his face turned pale, and then his face turned red.

"Don't think you can shake me with such words. I am the real Kuchulin, the knight who has always longed for fighting -! You are just the weakest part of my soul."

The dark raider's face was twitching.

"The fear of death is not weakness. I just don't want to die no matter what. I am the reason why you won't put down your weapons no matter how desperate you fight."

"A bastard, just a part of me, is so arrogant-!"

The anger that had nowhere to vent turned into the life of a spear. Almost at the same time, two bloody red spears turned into rainbow lights and collided fiercely. The blue knight strided forward, trying to tear the enemy in front of him. The black spearman came forward without showing any weakness and vowed to pierce half of his body.

Lancer firmly believes that the other party is just his sub-person personality and has always been suppressed by his master personality. So no matter what, even if the other party has a real body this time, he can defeat the other party this time.

However, after the two of them had physical bodies, their battles were affected by the outside world. I don’t know who the guy in front of me had found as his master, and he gradually suppressed him with the advantage of magic power supply.

Lancer clenched his teeth in hatred.

"Human nature is the collection of light and darkness, good and evil. You are just the personality that manifests itself in Kuchulin's soul, which is the stupid decision to face death in various names, and I - the personality that constantly wields a spear to achieve a miracle that transcends death! The dominance of Kuchulin's extraordinary soul-!"

Two different personalities belonging to a soul have completely different ideas from each other. No matter how correct or wrong the view is, it will not help the outcome of the battle.

Two personalities just cannot identify with each other and cannot deny themselves. Personality is the manifestation of oneself. If one denies oneself, it will deny the basis of one's existence.

So you can only use a spear to deny the other party.

In the battle of split personality betrayal, only the spear in his hand is loyal to the master who holds the gun. Two identical weapons pass by in the dark, piercing and hitting each other.

The black and blue figures were entangled and biting each other. This time, it seemed that both of them had given up the opportunity to retreat and regroup, and vowed to solve the opponent in this battle.

In other words, neither of them has any strength to retreat, and can only place their own destiny in the final battle.

——This is a battle that has been decided long ago.

When the blue lancer master was defeated and the dark spearmen found his master, the outcome of the battle was decided.

No matter how many exquisite skills or firm ideas are, they have never influenced the victory of the battle. The factor that determines the end of the battle appears before the battle begins.

This is the sad reality.

A slight gap finally appeared at the last moment, and then gradually widened. In the unwilling roar of the Blue Knight, it grew to a point where it could determine the outcome of the battle.

A spear was slow for a moment, and then he was suppressed with its owner. The eyes of the blue hunting dog that struggled to fight back were reflected in the black knight's smug smile.

If you don’t have the opportunity to use the treasure, you will only get the result of death together when you use the treasure that is also called a must-kill at the beginning of the battle. At the end of the battle, neither of you will have the ability to use the treasure.

After realizing his failure, the cyan hound still never gave up.

Because he is the son of light in Ireland, even at the moment of death, he will die in the way of Cuchulam, and in the most unyielding way.

At the moment when the opponent's spear finally pierced into his heart, his weapons were still fighting, and huge scars were drawn on the dark spearmen's chest.

What a pity—

Only a little bit behind.

The final regret frozen in his pupils.

The bloody red spear supports the body of the blue hound until the other party turns into light and disappears.

The dark spearman holding a gun, Lancer watched the other party disappear and suddenly burst into laughter.

This scene is simply my own death, and I killed part of myself.

This enlightenment made Lancer laugh out loud.
To be continued...