doom knight

As soon as he left the encirclement net and could take a breath, Lan Nuo looked down at the weak boy in his arms.His complexion was already pale, but now his complexion is even paler. If there is no sound of breathing, he is no different from a dead person.

He kept pulling his clothes with his hands, and there was a hideous wound on his originally handsome face, from the right side to the left side, the eyeballs were cut open, and even the nasal bone between the eyes seemed to be cut off .The blood was running, running into his chestnut hair, which made his face look even paler.

Just when they jumped off the city wall, just as they were about to touch the ground, Ram immediately used teleportation, allowing them to land safely in the distance.

He hugged the boy tightly and ran forward.As long as you are by Luther's side, you will be safe...

"Lano...General?" Ram's voice was hoarse and weak.

"What's wrong?"

"The space behind is somewhat distorted..." His voice was broken, "There is something... No!" His scratched eyes remained wide open, as if he could still see. "...The God of Slaughter is catching up."

Lan Nuo sped up and ran, he already felt it!That cold, sharp gaze was chasing him.

Even with teleportation, he still couldn't get rid of the opponent's pursuit.

Frege... Did Frege issue the killing order?That guy...does he have to protect that dilapidated country? Why...

Before returning to the barracks, soldiers on patrol immediately spotted them.

"Ah?! Is it General Lano?" A large group of people ran over, "What happened?"

"Stop the people behind!" Lan Nuo quickly ordered, and said to Ram in a deep voice: "Persist, I will take you to Lord Luther!"

"En." Ram responded, even though he was already near the military camp, he still did not relax, and continued to use teleportation in an attempt to distance them from Yinxi.

"W-Where is there anyone?" The patrolling soldiers didn't see anyone, but since the general said so, they still gathered around Lano's back.

Just when one of the soldiers turned his head and patrolled around, he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his waist. He looked down, and his waist was bleeding like a knife blade. The huge pain swept his whole body in the next second, and he let out a roar. At the same time, a large amount of blood spattered out.

"Why, how..." Before the other person could react, his head had fallen to the feet of others, his expression was still incredulous, and his headless body fell to the side.

Only the people behind saw that a figure appeared out of nowhere.They couldn't see the man's face, but only saw the afterimage of his actions, like a ghost—no!Like a god of death, wielding a death scythe, harvesting fresh life...

Frege stood on the city wall, watching the rebels pouring out like a tide and moving towards the entrance of the camp.And Lan Nuo ran to the depths with the purple-eyed boy in his arms, using teleportation to create a large distance from Yin Xi.

The corpses at Yingkou slowly piled up. Although soldiers kept running, the encirclement gradually disappeared.

And Yinxi's tall and straight figure also became clear at this time.

Although the distance was far away, it was unknown whether it was an illusion or the wind direction, and there was a strong smell of blood in the air.

The God of Slaughter exists because there is still war in this world.

Frege frowned slightly, looking at Yinxi's neat movements, it seemed that even the oncoming wind could split her in two.

"Do you want to open the city gate to attack?" Elzer, who just arrived, asked behind Frege: "Master Yinxi...is there any danger?"

Frege shook his head.Now is not the time to start a war, neither side is ready to fight, this will only make the casualties worse, and that guy——Frege looked at the figure approaching the camp, that guy would kill people, but he wouldn't Divide the enemy and us.

"Now...what should I do, my lord?" Elzer seemed very worried about Yinxi's safety, after all, he was now facing the main force of the entire rebel army alone.

Frege instructed softly, "Tell the soldiers not to go out of the city, just stick to their posts, and don't tell Your Majesty about this."

"Yes, yes!" Elzer complied subconsciously.

If His Majesty finds out, he will be very disturbed again.At this moment, the king is the spiritual pillar of the country, even if he just stays in the palace, it can still stabilize the hearts of the people.

In the astonishment of all the soldiers, Frege skimmed over the city wall lightly, and also jumped down the city.

"Lord Frege!" Elzer rushed to the crenel and looked down.

The pure white priest's robe is like a wandering butterfly, and the moonlight hair draws graceful arcs in the air.Just when he was about to reach the ground, Frege's back suddenly spread huge white wings.

"Then, what is that?" The soldier exclaimed.

Elzer stared at the white figure.The pure white wings cushioned the force of the fall, and several feathers that were disturbed by the air flow fluttered up and down in chaos.

The figure didn't stop, flapped its wings slightly, and flew to the camp of the rebels with a slender body.

The soldiers surrounding Yinxi were retreating frantically, but the soldiers coming up pushed them forward.

"Stop pushing!" the soldiers yelled, "I, I don't want to die!"

But the last second was still shouting, when the sharp blade slashed, the body that immediately lost its life was overwhelmed by other corpses that were still warm.

Yinxi's eyes were excited because of the thick blood around him, which fascinated him as much as entering that person's body.

Killing, this is his instinct and joy. Only blood can satisfy this impulse. When he swings a sword to kill, he feels the blade enter the warm body of the opponent, cuts the skin, blood vessels, muscles and bones, and then looks at the blood like fireworks Blooming as violently—

The thrill of killing, the thrill of taking a life, is always so fascinating.

"Yinxi..." Someone grabbed his wrist suddenly, and his white sleeves seemed to cover the blood that was rushing towards his face.

Yinxi raised her head and saw Frege standing beside her, holding his wrist, and the sound of wings flapping came from her ears.

"Stop playing, Lano is going to run away." Freguera gave him a slap, "Pull me."

Frege's feet didn't touch the ground, but were suspended in mid-air by waving wings. The white feathers slowly fell on the surrounding stumps, and then absorbed the blood, dyed bright red...

"Ah, I almost forgot..." Yinxi murmured, holding Frege's slender wrist instead.

Frege didn't say anything, pulled him to flap his wings, and rose into the air.

The soldier who survived the catastrophe looked up, and the two people in midair, one black and one white, were particularly eye-catching.The white one looks holy and harmless, just like the legendary messenger of the gods, but what he is holding... seems to be the god of death from the depths of hell, stained with the blood of the dead!

"Come on, prepare your bows and arrows!" Someone shouted, and the soldiers recovered from their astonishment.

Sharp arrows shot towards the two people in the air, but before the arrows touched them, they were separated by an invisible layer and bounced off.

"Let's go." Frege said softly, flapping his wings, ignoring the rain of arrows, and pulling Yinxi to Lano's direction.

"Just kill Ranno," he ordered.

"Understood." Yinxi stared at Lan Nuo who was running ahead, "Okay, it's all right here." He let go of his hand, fell to the ground, squatted down slightly to resist the force of the fall, and then the figure came back again. Follow like a ghost.

Frege sighed.The man was enjoying the chase like a cat chasing a mouse again.He seems to never get tired of playing this game... Flapping his wings, he landed in front of Lan Nuo who was running.

Lan Nuo had noticed from just now that the cold gaze like a poisonous snake was entangled again.This made him feel like a mouse running away in embarrassment.

Suddenly, a white figure fell from the air and stopped in front of him. The boots lightly touched the soft ground, and the white hem fell down to cover the feet.

Lan Nuo raised his head and saw Frege standing in front, still with that calm expression, habitually rolling up his sleeves, although he looked a little fragile, but his standing posture was always upright and firm.

He heard the beautiful voice like the collision of crystals, "General Lanno." As in the leisurely afternoon not long ago, he greeted himself kindly.

Even without looking back, Lan Nuo knew that the legendary God of Slaughter was right behind him.

"Lano..." Ram moaned softly.

Lan Nuo turned around and placed him on the grass next to him, then drew his sword from his waist.

Frege persuaded softly, "You still have one more chance."

"I don't need it, such a country... I won't go back again!" Lan Nuo said awe-inspiringly.

Frege gently raised his hand, pointed at him and said, "...Your opponent is behind you." After speaking, he flapped his wings and flew to Ram's side, chanted a spell, and opened a barrier around him, In case of being accidentally injured by Yinxi.

Lan Nuo turned around slowly, "What should I call you? Former Guard Captain, Sword Emperor... or God of Slaughter?"

"You can just call me Yinxi." The black-haired man showed a sinister smile, "Although I don't think you will have the chance to call me by my name..."

"Hmm...Yin, Yinxi..." Frege's fingers feebly scratched the marble floor, but he couldn't find any point of strength on the smooth and clean ground.

The air smelled of sex and blood.

The smell of blood from Yinxi seemed to envelope the whole room, which gave Frege the illusion that he was back on the battlefield.

——The place where the blood flowed was all stained black, and Frege could hardly find a piece of clean soil to land on, so he had to fly in mid-air.

But... as long as you don't touch the blood, as long as you don't kill people, is it clean?

The clear eyes of the dead Lan Nuo were still staring at the sky, and hot blood gushed frantically from the deadly wound.

Although the boy in the barrier couldn't see, he could smell the smell of blood in the air, and he still heard it... He screamed frantically.

What he called, Frege forgot, the world seemed to be very quiet at that time, and death brings the solemnity and tranquility that it takes for granted.

Lan Nuo's body was later handed over by Yinxi to the soldiers guarding the city, asking them to bury Lan Nuo in the cemetery of Ellen.Although Lanno had been reluctant to come, Frege knew that he just loved this country too much to watch it degenerate.

He has always liked Lan Nuo's personality, his simple and stubborn character, and his sneaking to sleep on the grass beside the temple in the afternoon on duty.

but……

He never thought that one day, he would personally issue the order to kill him.

"Ah..." Frege groaned in pain and pleasure, and the man's genitals pierced him again, hitting his vulnerable places one after another.

Frege was almost dragged back to the room by Yinxi, and as soon as the door closed, he pinned him to the ground and started making love.

Blood and killing made him excited, Yinxi lost his usual self-control, Yinxi pressed Frege's waist, and rudely violated his body.

The insanely tight tunnel habitually sucks and stimulates his avatar, as if even the bone marrow is about to be sucked out.

"Oh, Frege...it's coming out..." He slammed wildly without rhythm, and then shot his sperm into the opponent's body.

Yinxi pressed against Frege's back, feeling his body spasm slightly with the aftertaste of orgasm.He couldn't remember how many times he did it. He kissed the other person's back lovingly, and his long light golden hair was attached to his fair skin due to sweat.

After taking a few breaths, Yinxi hugged Frege, looked down at the messy clothes and semen on the ground, and frowned slightly.

Originally, he wanted to put Frege on the bed, but after thinking about it, he turned around and carried him to the bath.

Frege shivered as his body entered the hot water.Yinxi hugged him to prevent him from sinking into the water, and couldn't help but kiss his delicate eyebrows and soft lips...

"Are you crying?" Yinxi asked the person in her arms gently.Are there tears running down the corners of the eyes?

"...No." With panting denial, the corners of Yinxi's mouth rose slightly.

Why is he shivering from the cold even though his body is hot from the orgasm and surrounded by warm spring water?thought Frege.

Lan Nuo's eyes were still open before he died, staring at the vast sky... He must be very unwilling, because he can't see the day when the country comes back to life, because he has no way to do anything for the country, because All the sacrifices seemed insignificant at that moment...

Are you unwilling?Do you regret it?Don't think it's worth it?Still have no hesitation?

"Yinxi..." He spread his legs and sat on Yinxi's lap like a baby, letting the man's firm arms hug him, feeling the warmth from the other side. "hold me……"

Yinxi uttered a rare inaudible sigh, and then hugged the delicate body tightly in her arms.

Do you feel pity?Frege buried his head in the other's broad chest.I'm like this... what is there to feel sorry for?

Yinxi gently stroked his light golden hair, and Frege's body trembled slightly in his embrace.Although he didn't make a sound, he could feel him crying.

Of course he knew that it was just a light magic, and the wings were made of light magic, and moved by wind magic.

But on the bloody battlefield, when this person flapped his white wings and came to him, he still couldn't help reaching out to grab him, letting his eyes follow him involuntarily.

Willingly be driven by him, let go of the dignity of being a god, although killing makes him excited, but when this person appears in front of him, everything is no longer important, just want to possess him.

Whether it's abandoned by the gods, or living alone in a continent without the same kind, as long as... there is someone in my arms.

Even if it is for him to resist the progress of history...

However, the old system is collapsing and a new order is gradually being established. The sky is still high above, and it will never lend a helping hand to the weak. It will only watch the bones gradually piled up on the land in silence.

History... is a pace that even the gods cannot stop.

It will not stop because of death, it will not stop because of power, and it will not stop because of desperate expectations.