At this critical moment, Barrow glanced at the slope of the road, pushed hard in the opposite direction, and rolled along the slope.
The moment Barrow rolled away, the bone rod fell down.
With just the force of a hammer, a large hole appeared on the flat ground, causing mud to fly and a loud noise to be heard.
Barrow didn't have time to be surprised by Lord Manchu's strength. He rolled away and immediately stood up, trying to escape while the bone rod was stuck in the ground.
However, just as Barrow turned around, he saw a huge fist waving towards his face.
The Mandarin did not pull out the bone stick stuck in the ground as Barrow thought, but directly dodged in front of Barrow and fought hand to hand.
Years of pirate fighting experience allowed Barrow to narrowly avoid punches, but he also lost the opportunity to escape. In desperation, he could only fight with the Mandarin.
The Mandarin's power was quite strong. Every attack was like a cannonball hitting Barrow. After only resisting for a few seconds, Barrow heard a clicking sound coming from inside.
The arm bones were beaten to pieces!
Facing this humanoid beast, Barrow became more frightened and powerless the more he fought. But the Mandarin was different. He seemed to enjoy this kind of beating. His scarlet eyes became more and more excited, and he could restrain his emotions.
Lenko, the Mandarin is more like the madman who took the secret medicine.
One side is naturally timid, while the other side becomes braver as they fight. In such a battle, even if they are evenly matched, the latter has a higher chance of winning. Not to mention, they are not evenly matched.
Barrow would not be able to defeat the Mandarin without being injured. Now, he is also carrying a woman of considerable weight on his back, making it even more impossible for him to be the Mandarin's opponent.
and……
Barrow had already heard the footsteps getting closer and closer behind him, and he knew that the pursuers behind him were almost here.
If they are unable to break through, they will inevitably encounter attacks from both front and back!
Faced with this situation, Barrow knew that he had to make a decision. He looked at the woman on his shoulders and pressed his lips covered by his beard tightly.
Gritting his teeth, Barrow took a deep breath, and took advantage of the gap between the fight with Barrow to push the woman in the direction of Little Birch.
"Take her and run quickly, leave this place to me!"
In the choice between spiritual beliefs and himself, Barrow chose to sacrifice himself.
Birch: "B-Baba...Captain Barrow, I, I..."
Before Birch could finish speaking, the little flea on the side pulled him up: "Stop talking, the pursuers are coming from behind. We can only do what Captain Barrow said and run to the No. 4 dock. Maybe we can be saved!"
Birch looked at Barrow, who was already caught up in the anxious battle, and nodded.
When he was about to run away with the little flea, Birch walked up to the woman, picked her up, and dragged her onto his back.
Little Flea originally wanted Birch to give up on her, but looking at Birch's firm eyes, she still didn't spit out the words.
"Walk!"
Just when Little Flea was pulling Birch and preparing to cross the bridge first, the Mandarin's rampant laughter came from behind: "Do you think you can hold me back by yourself and let them leave? What a dream!"
Laughter came from behind along with bursts of fist blows.
Birch couldn't help but look back, but this glance shocked him. He originally thought they had a chance to go back and call someone to rescue Captain Barrow, but the reality was cruel. It only took two or three seconds.
, Barrow was beaten to the ground.
The reason why the Mandarin did not catch up was because Barrow hugged his legs tightly. The Mandarin's fists that could break bones hit Barrow's head again and again, causing blood to flow all over his face.
He didn't let go either.
"Ship...Captain..." Just at this glance, Birch felt as if something was blocked in his nose and there was a feeling of tightness in his chest.
The little flea also saw this scene, and while admiring it, they did not forget their goal.
"Those who will take revenge will definitely take revenge. Don't stop, we still have a chance, run, run!" The little flea forced Birch not to look behind him, tightened his hand, and rushed towards the bridge.
Birch also understood that if he went back now, he would only suffer death. He also made up his mind and began to pace faster.
However, before they could run a few steps, a violent sound of breaking through the air came from behind.
Birch subconsciously turned around and saw the Mandarin pulling out a bone stick and throwing it in his direction.
"Turn around!" the little flea shouted.
There is no way to dodge now. If the bone club is thrown over, Birch will definitely be hit! With such a heavy blow, Birch will be disabled even if he is not dead!
Therefore, he had no choice but to turn around and use the woman as a shield to help relieve the force. Of course, the result would be that the woman would definitely die.
But compared to this woman's life, what little Flea valued most was Birch's life.
He shouted as loud as he could, but Birch seemed half-stupid and stayed still.
In less than a second, the bone rod rushed over and hit Birch in the chest.
The little flea and the bloody Barrow in the distance shouted "no" at the same time.
But it was useless. The huge force not only dented Birch's chest, but he himself also crossed a parabola like a cannonball and fell from the bridge into the lake.
After the blooming water flowers, there were ripples on the water.
Water vapor and bloody smell filled Birch's trachea at the same time. His brain seemed to have received the command of crisis control. His pain sensation had disappeared. The only thing he felt was that the water was so cold, and his body seemed to be out of control in this cold water.
Continuously sinking and sinking.
But in fact, Birch did not sink to the bottom of the water. He was floating on the water like a big character, his eyes dull, and he would close his eyes at any time. The sinking feeling was not his body, but his consciousness and soul that were about to die.
.
In the last moments of his life, Birch felt an unprecedented sense of tranquility, even though the surroundings were still cold.
Birch knew that he might be dying.
He was a little unwilling, but the center of the brain that controlled emotions and thinking seemed to be cutting off the feeling of sadness. This unwillingness soon disappeared, and he was more relieved.
Living is like being trapped on this ghost island for the rest of your life. Life is worse than death. It is better to die.
With this idea in mind, Birch "sinked" faster and faster.
However, just when Burch felt that he was about to hit bottom, a warm support came from behind.
"It's not time to die yet, go back."
It's a female voice.
This thought flashed through Birch's mind. At the same time, he felt that his "sinking self" seemed to be moving. He turned his head to see who was speaking to him.
But he didn't see anyone, he only saw endless darkness beneath him, which was the deep hole of death and the end of the soul.
And that warm support came from a coiled chain, which was glowing slightly white.
The chain is very long, and its end does not end at the bottom, but hangs down from above.
Birch looked up and still couldn't see where the chains came from.
Just when Birch was confused, the chain moved like a snake, tying up Birch's body and pulling him up suddenly.
The soul and consciousness were pulled back from the nihilistic road of death by this chain and poured back into the dying body floating on the water.
The pain sensation returned, and the intense pain came over, even so painful that Burch burst into tears in his eyes.
With his eyes blurred by tears, Birch vaguely saw a graceful figure slowly rising from the water below.
The white hand touched Birch's sunken chest, which was faintly covered with white light.
The warm feeling swept over me again, and even the pain in my chest began to slowly subside.
When it weakened to a certain level, a gentle female voice came: "This is the only thing I can do. Just hold on. Death does not mean the end. It is likely to be another cycle of suffering. Living is meaningful.
.”
Compared to the white light on his chest, Birch felt that the female voice surrounding his ears was more powerful.
It is the source that sustains the despairing and falling soul.
Birch wanted to open his eyes to see who was speaking, but what he saw in his hazy eyes was also covered with a veil, and he could only vaguely see a figure flashing past his eyes.
…
Just after Birch was hit by the bone rod and fell into the lake, Little Flea collapsed on his knees with a look of despair on his face.
Barrow, who was grabbing Mandarin's leg from afar, seemed to have lost his strength. He let go and lay down at Mandarin's feet. Blood and tears merged together and flowed down.
With Birch dead, there is basically no chance that Lenko will survive, and he himself will follow him soon.
Everything starts from curiosity.
Everything also stems from the worship of Mr. Asbel.
Barrow did not regret saving Asperu, what he regretted was his recklessness. The moment he saw Asperu, his blood rushed to his head, and he ran away with her recklessly, which led to
the current consequences.
In fact, he can make plans before taking action and make everything more perfect.
However, it is useless to say anything now.
Death is coming.
When Barrow was about to embrace death, the little flea was in despair, and the Mandarin was laughing wildly, a sigh suddenly sounded in everyone's ears.
“It’s such a long-lost scene.”
Everyone followed the sound and saw a graceful woman wearing soft armor, stepping on the water, like a god in the lake, emitting a faint light, walking towards the earth.
"Mr. Asberu..." Barrow read out the name of the person blankly.
The Manchu adults and the little flea looked shocked. Isn't this the woman who was brought out of the pig pen? She...how could she stand on the water, and her injuries were healed?
"Even on a lost desert island, you can see pirates killing each other. It's such a nostalgic scene... and it's really disgusting."
Her lazy and hoarse voice combined with her walking among the lake shores gave her a sense of calmness and ease.
"You, who are you?" It was clear that the other party was a woman who looked frail, but at this moment the Mandarin felt timid about facing a giant beast in the wilderness.
She slowly walked onto the shore and walked step by step to the middle of the road, only ten meters away from the Mandarin.
"Who am I? This person before... was called Barrow, right? Didn't Barrow say my name?" She said lightly: "But it doesn't matter whether you know it or not."
Although there was no momentum, the Mandarin still took a step back unconsciously.
"Because, what's the use of a dead person knowing this?"
The moment he finished speaking, the Mandarin's face suddenly changed in shock, because he saw the figure of the woman opposite him pause slightly, as if there was an illusory double shadow swaying, and a black hole like an abyss appeared in the woman's chest.
, a pitch-black chain penetrated directly from the black hole.
"You, you are... you are a witch..."
Before the Mandarin could finish speaking, the chain penetrated the Mandarin's chest.
However, there was no blood flowing out of the Mandarin's body, and there was no hole in his chest. But at this moment, the Mandarin felt an extremely deep and severe pain, as if his soul was being torn apart... No, it was not as if.
The Mandarin vaguely felt as if his soul was really broken into two pieces.
As his soul was shattered, Mandarin fell down, with disbelief still in his eyes, and then he fell heavily to the ground.
When the Mandarin was about to fall into endless darkness, he vaguely heard a cold voice coming from his ears.
"I can make you understand. My name is... Nausicaa."
Lord Manchu, his soul was broken and he died.
…
One hit kill!
The Mandarin was killed in one blow, which no one else present had expected.
Everyone was stunned.
Also, what shocked them the most was how did that dark chain appear?
Who is this woman named Nausicaa?
The little flea was confused and the pursuers were scared. Only Barrow looked at Nausicaa with admiration: "The King of Blackberries is forever...the King of Blackberries!"
As expected, only Mr. Asberu is qualified to aspire to be the king of the Blackberry Sea. She is still so powerful, so powerful that there is no end in sight for her.
As a brainless fan of the BlackBerry King, Barrow was very happy that he finally saw this one when he was about to die.
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Moreover, the culprit, the Mandarin, is also dead.
"Death without regrets..." Barrow looked at Nausicaa longingly, feeling the gradually cooling blood, and said softly.
Nausicaa seemed to hear Barro's rants, and she turned to look at Barro.
"Death without regrets?" Nausicaa smiled softly: "I don't think there is such a thing as dying without regrets in the world. If you want to have no regrets, you have to live."
Nausicaa walked up to Barro and stretched out her hand to cover his almost smashed head: "So, survive."
The faint radiance bridged those broken bones back together.
It wasn't until the terrible wound began to show signs of healing on its own that Nausicaa put away the little magic power she had left.
As for Barrow, during this warm treatment, he only felt that his brain was dizzy, a little uncomfortable, but also a little indescribably comfortable.
His consciousness began to become chaotic, as if he was about to fall asleep in the next second.
However, Barrow resisted the feeling of drowsiness and opened his eyes to look at Nausicaa: "Thank you... Mr. Asbel, can you, can you... also save Birch... and Lun..."
As he spoke, Barrow's sleepiness became more and more intense, and he fell into a coma before he finished speaking.
Looking at Barro on the ground, Nausicaa sighed softly.
Since she landed on the island, although she has passed out, her spiritual sense has been exploring the surroundings. Therefore, she knows everything Barrow has done.
She also knew that everything in front of her was caused by Barrow to save her.
Although Barrow doesn't have to save her, she will be fine in the end.
But no matter what, Nausicaa felt Barrow's sincere heart. Therefore, even if Barrow did nothing, Nausicaa would still save him.
After Barrow's breath stabilized, Nausicaa heard a dragging sound from behind, but it was the little flea that dragged Birch up from the lake.
"Your name is Little Flea, right? I heard you're a ship's doctor. I'll leave them to you. I'll go take a look... Lenko's side."
Nausicaa smiled softly at the little flea who was still in a trance, then turned around and walked towards the end of the dark road.
What others couldn't see was that Nausicaa, who was carrying everyone on her back, looked extremely pale.
His only left hand was holding his chest, feeling helpless.
"The power of the chain is about to end. I don't know if it can still hold on..."