“When I am in despair, I may bring hope to others.
When I enter heaven, another person will fall into destruction.
When someone prays for salvation, then someone will inevitably fight for salvation.
This is our world, equal exchange, fair trade."
The alchemist sang in a low voice, clapped his left hand on his shoulder, and raised it in front of him.
The spell formation with flashing runes compressed the air into a shield, and the flying drill bits slid silently on it, splashing and bouncing away.
"Damn it." Seeing this scene, Su Zuo hugged the baby girl in his arms and ran deep into the corridor without hesitation, "It's like being drugged... He didn't even use the guidance spell to escape.
With a magic weapon, such a powerful spell can come at your fingertips... Is this the true strength of the truth side mage..."
Su Zuo regretted not being more desperate when learning magic a few days ago. He had almost no clue about the current situation of the alchemist.
At this time, from behind Su Zuo, the chanting sounded again——
"The moment has come, for happiness with those we love.
We will hold up our swords and scepters—"
"Asshole! Here we go again!" Hearing the chanting behind him, Su Zuo couldn't help but curse.
Su Zuo hurriedly performed a "wind movement" and rolled towards the room next to the corridor.
"We sing loudly and pray for victory,
We pray for good and dedicate ourselves to it.
Never say thank you, never compromise.
From now on, aim for victory and never retreat!"
"boom!"
Floors cracked, wall panels shattered, and sharp rock pillars turned into spikes, overwhelming and omnipresent, turning the narrow corridor into a needle-pricking hell in an instant.
The alchemist chanted and sang loudly, with blood dripping from the hem of his blood-soaked robe. He walked slowly but unwaveringly. He casually pressed his left hand against the wall of the corridor, and the steel gun surrounded by runes was drawn out from between the walls.
Li, swung his hand casually, and all the rock pillars in front of him exploded.
He chanted repeatedly.
"We sing loudly and pray for victory——"
Facing the crossbow gun that suddenly shot out from the rubble and smoke, the alchemist swung the spear sharply: "We pray for good and dedicate ourselves to it——"
The rune-gleaming gun blade hit the arrow tip accurately, and the next moment the crossbow arrow exploded into iron dust and wood chips.
"Never say thank you, never compromise——"
The alchemist's figure exploded, instantly penetrated the smoke, and appeared behind Su Zuo: "From now on, aim for victory and never retreat!"
Controlling the bed crossbow to shoot the crossbow arrows, Su Zuo was just about to turn around and leave when the alchemist appeared behind him.
Su Zuo also instantly sensed something was wrong from the astonishing whistling sound behind him.
"Fuck!" Without enough time to curse, Su Zuo suddenly threw himself to the left. And the next moment, the wooden board he originally rested on had completely exploded, and gravel and wood chips fell to the ground on the first floor.
"Surrender again?" For a moment, several thoughts flashed through Su Zuo's mind, but in the end, he gritted his teeth and wanted to stand up, "The little princess is in my arms... Damn it!"
At this moment, Su Zuo suddenly received a heavy kick on the back.
"Poof!" A large amount of blood gushed out from the shattered internal organs, spurting out from Su Zuo's throat.
Su Zuo held the baby girl in his arms tightly, flew more than ten meters away, and fell heavily to the ground.
Under the severe pain, Su Zuolian's consciousness began to become a little blurred, leaving only one thought.
"Escape...you will be killed..."
"Poof!" The vomited blood accumulated in a pool in front of him. Su Zuo held the crying baby girl in his left hand and put his right hand on the ground to stand up.
But when his right hand was grasped on the floor stained with blood, it began to slip inexplicably. Su Zuozhi couldn't stop himself and fell heavily to the floor again.
His face was covered with blood that he had spit out, and his body seemed to be splitting apart. He was tired, in pain, exhausted, his magic power was exhausted, his muscles were strained, his bones and soft tissues were bruised, and his internal organs were torn.
Su Zuo pressed his forehead to the ground, closed his eyes and gasped. Every time he moved, he felt extremely painful.
"Living is really a hard thing..." Su Zuo shook his head, smiled bitterly, and let himself wake up a little.
With his right hand, he grabbed the edge of the wooden floor in the corridor and propped himself up. His fingernails creaked, cracked and peeled off.
He had never realized that standing up was such a difficult thing. Su Zuo's movement to stand up was stiff and slow, but from the corner of his eye he saw that the pair of black leather boots soaked in blood were still walking slowly.
Came in front of him.
The spear spiraling into the rune formation was pointed in front of him, and as Su Zuo slowly raised his head, it was pointed firmly in front of Su Zuo's throat.
The alchemist's eyes were cold: "I ask you again, where is Sherry? Leave the little princess to me and spare your life."
His teeth were gritted and his throat was extremely painful. Only his determined thoughts were conveyed with a hoarse voice——
"Forget it……"
The smooth trajectory of the gun tip suddenly stopped: "Why...don't you know that you can't do anything now?"
"I'm sorry, it's just a man's commitment and boring dignity, so neither the princess nor the lady will... cough! cough!"
Su Zuo coughed violently and spit out the unknown piece of meat stuck in his throat. He was unable to explain anything and gasped and closed his eyes.
[Sorry, I have to drag you to die with me...]
[…It hurts…so scary…but—it’s okay…]
"I don't understand..." The alchemist shook his head, looking like he was really confused, "I thought you were a rational person who could see reality clearly, and had talents that I didn't have - but why do you clearly know
...But you still choose to continue this futile persistence?!"
"Are you talented..." Su Zuo smiled bitterly and opened his eyes again. His black pupils were clear and natural, "Really...if you want to kill, just kill...you have to talk so much about killing someone...Wenqing is really scary...
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"..."
"Is there any reason to continue..." Su Zuo raised his head and looked up at the gray-haired man, blood dripping from his chin, "This kind of thing... there are as many as you want!!!"
"Let me ask you...Alchemist."
"Can you remember the face of every person you kill?"
Su Zuo gasped, glared, and gritted his teeth as he spoke.
"If you can't remember it, then remember my face and my words——"
"Everyone you kill, whether you remember it or not, whether it is a man, a woman, an old man, or a child. They are all just living their own lives.
Live your life happily."
"Maybe they are poor, maybe they are miserable, but they still have a little happiness, and they can still look forward to the future and hope - that's because they are still alive!"
Su Zuo lowered his head and roared. If he didn't do this, he wouldn't even be able to breathe.
"When you are alive, there are still possibilities! When you are alive, there is still meaning! When you are alive, you are still a human being! Not a meaningless corpse!"
"And now they are dead! Motionless! They were sacrificed because of a person or a group of people's ridiculous or not ridiculous reasons or dreams! Killed by you! Turned into corpses!"
"And now, in my arms -"
"It's just a child." Su Zuo gently stroked the baby girl in his arms, "but she and her mother are the hope of everyone in Wenning District."
"If they die, Wenning District will be finished."
"Alchemist, for me, this is not a question of whether I want to continue, but a question of 'must continue'!"
"Talent or something... Alchemist, you overestimate me." Su Zuo looked at the gray-haired man calmly, "I'm different from you. I don't think I'm the chosen one.
I was born to realize a glorious and great ideal - I am so powerless that I cannot even protect a child. I am just an ordinary person with no money, no father, no power, and no extraordinary magical power.
With the ability to sense elements, even if I am cheated, I still can’t defeat a truly strong person in the world like you.”
"I'm just an ordinary person, so I just persist for an ordinary wish like an ordinary person, and then die for my ideals and beliefs like an ordinary person."
"Ah...yes, maybe in your opinion, ideals and beliefs require sacrificing others, but for me, ideals and beliefs are actually countless like-minded ordinary people like me.
People, sacrificing their own lives and lives, piled up bit by bit, something very noble, very great, very sacred."
"Yes, this world now belongs to the emperor, the church and the nobles. In the future, it may belong to you wise and powerful mages. But I firmly believe that even if I die now, there will still be thousands of people in this world.
, there are endless ordinary people like me - isn't it a bit vulgar? But I still want to say - "
"Although there are thousands of people, I will go there without regrets, go there calmly, and go there with faith!"
"I firmly believe that this world, this land, after all, still belongs to us, to millions of us civilians!"
"Civilian..." The tip of the gun lowered slightly, then slowly raised it again, "It's ridiculous... you actually think those ants..."
"That's the world you haven't seen in my eyes..." Su Zuo smiled, like a martyred saint in the scriptures, bowing his head for the heaven he had only seen in his heart, and responded to the call of death with peace.
Calmly.
Su Zuo hugged the baby girl in her arms tightly.
"Then go die!"
The tip of the gun in the corner of his eye turned into a silver arc. Su Zuo subconsciously turned around and bent over, using his body to protect the baby in his arms.
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"Bang!"
Su Zuo's body flew up like a broken rubber ball.
"Hey——"
The blood spit out from his throat turned into a long red ribbon. Su Zuo opened his eyes and was surprised to find that he was not dead yet.
"what happened……"
"By the way...it's the magic book..."
The magic book on his back blocked Su Zuo's blow, so Su Zuo didn't break into two halves.
But under the huge impact, Su Zuo's body still flew high.
"not good……"
Blood spurted out from between the teeth and flew in mid-air. From the corner of Su Zuo's eyes, he could see a huge hole on the ground...
"This is the previous falling stone technique..."
Su Zuo finally knew what it meant to be self-inflicted.
"You will die if you fall like this..."
Although Su Zuo could face the alchemist's spear calmly, to be honest, he still didn't want to die as long as there was a slight chance.
The reason why he didn't hand over the little princess was, to put it bluntly, very simple. He simply didn't think he could survive after handing over the little princess. If the alchemist didn't kill him, the Duke of Silver Rose would kill him, so it might as well be
He might as well hold on until the end. Anyway, in this huge prison in Wenning District, he couldn't go anywhere even if he wanted to.
But when he was about to "real face hit the ground", Su Zuo didn't think so much, he forcibly changed the bloodline mode to "Northland", activated the spell to become violent, and forced it out from his already depleted body.
With a trace of magic power, he activated the weakest magic field spell as a buffer, then twisted his body, turned his back to the ground, and resigned himself to his fate.
"boom!"
It hit the front wall of the auditorium like a cannonball. Su Zuo's forehead was broken, his mouth was full of blood, and he could hardly feel the existence of his body.
The vision was bright red, but Su Zuo preferred not to see or hear anything.
The black figure stirred up air waves and dust, then landed steadily. The God of Death walked in front of him and raised his spear again.
"Ask you again——"
Su Zuo was no longer interested in listening - "Are you bothered?" - If Su Zuo could still speak, he would definitely answer this stubborn idiot alchemist like this.
Su Zuo reluctantly raised a finger, placed it on the baby girl's swaddling clothes, and shook it.
With his head covered in blood, he forced a smile and looked mockingly at the alchemist's position - the severe blood loss finally took away his vision.
After a short silence——
"It's so... stubborn!"
Su Zuo closed his eyes quietly.
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"stop!"
From under the overturned podium of the auditorium, the weeping duchess pushed open the cupboard door and crawled out.
"Please stop it!"
The coldness of the spear tip stopped in front of Su Zuo's forehead.
Su Zuo was unable to stop it, and the baby girl in his arms was snatched away.
I can barely feel the changes in light.
"Please stop! Isn't your goal the lives of me and Yilier!? Please stop! Please take our lives and let the others go!"
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Kabala raised the tip of his gun and looked in shock at the woman in front of him who was crying so hard that his legs were weak and he couldn't even stand up, but she still blocked Su Zuo.
His eyes swept across the overturned podium and saw the young girl who had been fighting with him looking at him with a look of hatred on her face.
"...I see...were you fooled from the beginning..."
Kabala glanced at the kid behind the Duchess with a gloomy face.
"Was that smelly cloud technique just to cover up the smell of the two of them from the beginning... And if it wasn't an accidental collision, I would never have imagined that my target would be hidden in the center of the previous battlefield..."
Kabala felt that he had overestimated that kid, but he didn't expect that until the end, the kid still gave him a huge surprise and surprise.
"Anyway, he won't survive much longer if we leave him alone..."
Kabala thought like this, and withdrew his gaze, looking at the young woman in front of her who was holding her baby girl with her head lowered and crying, her eyes gradually became cold.
"It's finally over—" He raised the spear in his hand.
"呲——" The silver sword blade pierced out of the body, and blood dripped from the tip of the sword.
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"How can it be……"
The alchemist looked at the sword tip protruding from his chest with a look of disbelief on his face.
"My subordinates and adjutants have been kindly taken care of by you."
Polite words.
Neat and crisp white Sheriff's uniform.
Brown hair that has turned gray from the temples.
The Sheriff, Cromwell, drew his sword from the alchemist's back.
"You!——" The alchemist waved the spear in his hand, trying to turn around and kill the man behind him.
The old man waved his sword with ease - his left hand holding the spear flew into the sky.
The plasma spurted from the artery turned into a column of blood. The alchemist, who had no arms, was still roaring: "Alchemy training——"
After cutting off the alchemist's left hand, Cromwell relied on the force of the slash to draw back his sword - somewhat casually raising his hand to hold the brim of his security hat - and then swung his sword horizontally.
Crackling and flashing with excess magic power, the iron thorns emerging from the alchemist's body stopped the moment before they struck Cromwell.
From the severed ponytail, the fallen gray hair was flying in the sky. The disheveled head's eyes twitched and fell to Weijier's feet.
The headless corpse fell to the sky.
Cromwell held up the brim of his hat and inserted his sword back into his waist.
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PS: It’s finally over... In addition, the author’s words are obviously getting closer to 4,000 words every day... Some readers actually say that the author’s words are too little...
In addition, the following is the award time——
I'll go, the time is coming soon, so I'd better update first.
(Fiddled with for a long time)
Okay, done.
I looked at the updated word count. Starting from chapter 24, they are 3,09, 3,9, 4,2, and 3,8...
4,000 6 today…
Well, what else do you say... The author will take the exam next week...
(If there are book reviews, recommendation votes, or rewards, we can still discuss it, okay... I only asked for votes after I finished writing the climax... I deserve it for 3 years. That's what it means.)
Awards and awards:
First of all, it’s the Best Actor Award: Qiang Qiang Qiang~ Of course this one goes to Su Zuo.
The habit of talking nonsense, telling the truth as lies, and telling lies as the truth has given the author a headache!
Then there's the Best Actress award: vacant, ahem.
Best Assist Award: Classmate Vigil Nochakin. Apart from the protagonist, this person has the highest damage output in the entire battle.
Best Madonna Award: Comrade Sheryl, ahem, I didn’t mean to write so Madonna...
Best Chatterbox Award: Comrade Kabbalah Hill Taylor, a true chatterbox never talks in places where he shouldn't talk. Besides, being a talkative to death can be regarded as the charm of a villain, huh.
Best CS Award: It is not an exaggeration to say that this award ceremony was established from the beginning to complain about this CS award...
Comrade Cromwell... thank you for your hard work...