Heartbreaker

As if some kind of omen, the sky turned into molten blood, and the thick clouds looked like smashed tomatoes, as if it would pour down a rain of blood at any moment.

And I'm naked|naked|walking from one end of the blood dome to the other, with dirty blond hair reaching to my ankles, my feet buried in a swamp of hot chili sauce, like a creeping hedgehog.This place seems to be my home, rotten, dirty, scarlet all over the mountains and valleys, and the fire burns on the strangely shaped trees, like a rooster's crown.It glared at me and I looked at it blankly and asked, "Where is he?"

The strong wind howling down from the top of the mountain asked, "Who?"

I uttered the words weakly, as if exhausting all the strength in my body, "Luo, my other half of the soul. Where is he?"

Gaefeng's voice became more and more indistinct, "Rom? Your other half of the soul?"

A dizzy dark vortex swirls in the depths of my pupils, and the deep voice of the gale seems to be a shining guide.I said, "Please, let me find him. We will be together forever. My soul will rest in peace only when he is there. I can't bear to be away from him. Please tell me where he is." Bar."

"You seem to have misunderstood something."

"Misunderstand?"

"Your other half of the soul is not called 'Luo'..."

The gale wrapped me in its scorching whirlpool, and I screamed and hugged my head in pain.The breath of the wind penetrates into every pore of mine, swims in my blood vessels, and squeezes through the fragile thin walls.I was dyed red, and my skin was intact, but blood flowed from every organ and every blood vessel, making me look like a bloody man wrapped in skin.

"His name is 'Elliott de Stewart,'" said the grim voice. "Every moment, without limit, you think of him, you think of him, he has become all of you. You love He's right—"

"You..." The dirty blood was choked in my throat, I twitched all over, and felt the blood rushing up my throat, "You fucking fart..."

The blood boiled, the skin was scalded and softened, and the layers were peeled off.I fell to the ground, falling apart, sparks melting into every nerve and burning everything.

"You are so alike."

……

【The palace is on fire——! 】

I woke up from the dream sweating profusely and smelled a pungent smell.The scream of "on fire" successfully dispelled my drowsiness. I jumped out of the bed, opened the door, and was choked by the thick smoke blowing on my face.

"Lemon!"

The old man's hoarse voice rang in my ears.I turned my head and saw that not only Chichikov, but also Popolo was there, with an anxious but bewildered stupid look on his face.Except for the two of them, there was no sound in the entire long corridor paved with dark green marble, only the curved and empty black smoke spread around the ancient walls.

"Your Majesty, everything is on fire!" the black-robed monk yelled, "Your Godhunters did it! They are burning down the palace layer by layer, and they plan to catch you!"

I didn't quite understand what he said.Chichikov added with a solemn expression, "Not only that, the people in the city have turned against each other."

"Wait." I tugged at my hair, letting the pain clear my mind.I turned my eyes away from the faces of Chichikov and Popolo, and chose to ask the old man, "What happened, tell me completely, Chichikov."

The old man lit a cigarette and said in a muffled voice, "The people have rebelled, and so has your gangster army. Vulture City has been closed for several days in a row. It is said that the old, weak, women and children who died of starvation can cover half of the streets in the lower city. Now it is No. 15th is the last night of the deadline you issued before."

I felt my breath being suffocated in my chest, "Then—the Winter Ting Army—"

"It is reported that they withdrew their troops from the Dark Vine Castle, and are currently engaged in a bitter battle in the Black Maple Plain." The old man said, "Less than 1000 people, tens of thousands."

"Where's Fallows?!" At this moment, the anger finally found me, and found my eyes.I haven't eaten for seven or eight days, and now I hardly even have the strength to be angry, and shouted with bloodshot eyes, "There are still! Tens of thousands of people are nothing! As long as there are undead, those enemy soldiers are nothing to worry about! "

"This is the most frustrating part." The old man looked at me and said, "The little undead may have died, and was killed by another undead of unknown origin belonging to Elliott, Lemon. The undead killed each other, Once dead, only the soul disappears."

****

Fallows rode on the back of the man-eating eagle, facing the howling north wind, passed through the dark thin clouds, and swooped down to the small dark blue city surrounded by two great walls on the vast snowfield.The sky has been showing a strange blood color since the afternoon, like a blood-stained wall of flesh, now it is late at night, but there are faintly bright red color blocks embedded in the clouds, like the tired scars of the dome.

He originally planned to sail directly to the royal city of Vulture City, but the deafening noise on the ground almost overwhelmed the flapping of the cannibal eagle's wings.The flames scattered in all directions, like fireflies walking in the dark.The fireflies quickly merged into a long river, forming a snake-like coil shape, moving nimbly and rapidly, and still growing and expanding.

In the dark night, hundreds of thousands of people gather together one after another like ant colonies returning to an ant nest, and a group of cold black spots march aggressively along the streets of the city.A few strong men stood at the head, other thin men stood on the periphery, and the elderly, women and children stood in the center of the team to be protected.The rows of bony bodies seemed to burst out with terrifying energy, and the skeleton-like thin faces were full of madness.

Each held a torch in his hand and shouted like drumsticks raining down on the taut drumhead.The noise is like a hard fist breaking the silence, and the splashing sound chips cut through the miasma of hunger and death in the ink-like night.They are no longer afraid, no longer cringe, the hope for the future makes them stand up, the hatred for the present makes them take steps, and the fear of the past has been left behind by the angry people.

"The so-called 'fifteen days' is nothing but a hoax!"

"The current king is not worthy of our support. He allows us to die of starvation and disease. He is a cold-blooded and ruthless executioner!"

"Everyone, don't give up, stick to it! Overthrow this tyrant, leave here, and a better life awaits us in the future!"

Fallows was stunned, and when he heard the lingering sounds of anger and rage, he couldn't help feeling mixed feelings, and even loosened his grip on the eagle's feathers.

There was a civil uprising in Vulture City.The last time there was such a great momentum in the middle of the night, it was a celebration held to celebrate the new king's ascension to the throne.

He turned around and ordered the man-eating eagle to stop on the dilapidated and rugged city wall of Vulture City.Fallows ran down the steep steps in a hurry, and was terrified to find that the gates of Vulture City were wide open!Not only the city gates, but even the iron box gates between the cities were pulled up by the winch. From the gates of the city, you can see the palace castle at the end, and all the connecting passages are exposed!

—Where are the soldiers guarding the city gate? !Those damn godhunters!He didn't guard the city gate, but opened it all!

Fallows was so angry that his eyes burned with burning pain.He remembered that in order to go to the battlefield, the king ordered him to recruit all the Winter Ting troops in the city into the team, and the task of consolidating the city defense was given to the Godhunters.

He always had doubts about the loyalty of the Godhunter Army, which was composed of a group of prisoners and gangsters and had not received the ideological education of soldiers and soldiers. He wanted to persuade the king to withdraw the order, but considering the gap in strength with the Twilight Empire, he could only do so in the end.

Unexpectedly, it will be revealed now!

The city gate usually requires the combined efforts of more than a dozen people to push it open, but now the soldiers guarding the city are nowhere to be seen, and even the people are clamoring to overthrow the king.Fallows looked anxiously at the city gate with the cold wind blowing in, but he was helpless——

[No matter what happens, regard the life of the king above everything else. 】

Like suddenly discovering a weak lighthouse in the dark ocean, Fallows cheered up and was about to rush into the palace before the parade people, but his shoulder was suddenly held down.

"Silver Kirin Knight?"

A voice as cold as ice sounded, and the palm on the shoulder was as heavy as a vise.Fallows turned his head stiffly and looked at a pair of eyes as black as an abyss.The man was tall and strong, with broad and powerful shoulder muscles, exuding fierce coercion all over his body, his thin face was as cold as a knife, and an eyepatch was covering his left eye.

He said, "It really is you."

"Are you one of the three brothers—" Fallows was stunned, "One-eyed...Ayer?"

The other party turned around and observed the movement around him, "You have to go to the king, come with me."

It was not easy to meet a person from Vulture City.Although Fallows had a lot of questions, One-Eyed Aiur didn't seem to want to answer him.His steps are nimble and nimble, his figure is like lightning and wind, and his eyes are sharp, like a flying leopard running in the dark night.Fallows ran and hid with the other party in the streets and alleys. After driving for several days, he exhausted his energy. The Silver Kirin Knight was so tired that his face turned red after a while, and he almost fell to the ground several times.

"Quick action." The one-eyed blind man said in a cold tone, "You take a breath, and the king will take a breath."

Fallows didn't know why he obediently obeyed the other party's words, and followed him around the city in a daze.The young and tired knight gritted his teeth and stood up. Under the indifferent gaze of this one-eyed Ior, his heart was suddenly aroused with anger, and he started to run!

——Needless to say, I will naturally protect my Majesty!

His eyes were bloodshot, but his legs and feet suddenly gained strength, and he jumped and shuttled between the broken house walls and scattered haystacks.One-Eyed Ior quickly passed him from behind, unobtrusively indicating an easier shortcut.They sprinted one after another in the quiet downtown area, and soon reached the junction of the two urban areas, and the parade team also passed through the first gate, marching towards the royal city with noise, and the noise rising in mid-air was heard Like a river boiled by lava.

"People are always easily deceived because they cannot and cannot see the truth of the matter."

The sudden words from the other party stunned Fallows for a moment. Just as he was about to inquire about the situation, One-eyed Aiur ran in like a gust of wind.Fallows followed closely behind, the iron city gate under his feet was thumping, and he could feel the solid hardness of rivets and embossed totems through the sturdy soles of his boots.

They escaped the angry crowd and ran to the royal city, which is closely connected to the upper city.To Fallows' surprise, the people in the upper city also responded to the call of the rebels, lit torches one after another, and joined the team.The people's journey has advanced to half of the Vulture City, and in less than an hour, these raging people will surround the King City and block all the exits.

While the two were avoiding the bustling rebels, Fallows reached out and grabbed the collar of One-Eyed Ior!

"Tell me!" the Silver Kirin Knight roared with red eyes, "What is the truth?! What did the king do, and why did the people rebel? This happened to me when I first entered the city. I need you tell me!"

"I really should have told you." One-eyed Aiur brushed off his grip, "but time is limited, actions are more important than explanations."

Fallows opened his eyes wide and said, "Did the famine and tyranny cause the people to riot?!"

"..." One-eyed Ior silently stared at the darkness following the fire, and said in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, he has really tried his best."

"It's not just him. I'm sure you are too."

****

Holding back my breath, like a ghost who has been kept in a stinky water cage for a long time and finally sees the light of day, I smashed a vase placed in the corner with a bone cutting knife—— son of a bitch, those soldiers actually How dare you betray me!With bloodshot eyes, I picked up a broken piece of the vase and held it in my hand, letting the sharp edge tear out the blood from my palm.

Seeing me like this, Chichikov and Popolo dared not speak.I ran down the first floor, just in time to meet a Godhunter looking in the corner with his head poking his head. When he saw us approaching, his figure swished behind the corridor.

"Fuck|you|fucking bastard!" I yelled, rushed forward, pulled out the damned head, and dug deep into his throat with broken porcelain pieces!I uttered an inhuman, ferocious cry, and stirred the broken pieces of porcelain in the bloody hole of the beast, stirring all the meat into a ball of mud.My cheeks, neck and hands were all stained red by the splattered blood, and I saw more soldiers attacking me in the depths of my wide-eyed pupils.They were still wearing the uniforms of the "God Hunting Army", and they had hideous faces, screaming and rushing towards me, intending to cut off their king's head.

"Hehehe...hahahaha..." I sneered a few times, my shoulders twitched uncontrollably, and I lifted my blunt knife and laughed happily.

Damn bastards, you all die for me.

call out--

I drew a fierce iron arc with the knife in mid-air, flew forward desperately, and chopped off the head of an idiot holding a sword!The moment the silver light faded, the man's severed head rolled on the ground like a ball of mud.I strung it on the blade with one knife to make a "human head hammer", aimed at another person's neck and hammered it until I heard the crisp sound of that person's neck breaking.

At first there were five soldiers rushing over, I killed four of them in the blink of an eye, raised my leg and kicked a dead man's head on the ground to the fifth fleeing man, and immediately smashed that stupid pig to the ground.

"Wow!"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--!!"

Those burly men howled like wild donkeys.I don't know what I'm thinking, all I can hear is my own crazy shriek of laughter.I smashed the "Human Head Hammer" against the wall, and the white bones and brains were squeezed out, like a plate of cheese pudding with tomato sauce.The bone cutting knife was covered with other people's blood and paste. I laughed and stabbed it into the fifth person's eye socket, letting the glistening mucus in the other person's eyeballs become the decoration of my blade.

Soon the Godhunters discovered the movement at this level, and began to concentrate their forces, trying to overthrow their king in one fell swoop.

I grabbed a head, and the tip of my tongue and mouth followed the bloody cut, allowing the stinky blood to flow into my scorching throat.Scarlet blood stained my white silk underwear, and I gulped down.It's been a long time since I drank human blood, and it feels awesome.

I heard my hideous voice, "Chichikov, how many people are there in the Godhunters now?"

The old man said, "Originally there were 50 people. Now they have released all the prisoners in the prison, and it is estimated that the number has expanded to nearly 200."

"There are only 200 people..." I let out a trembling shriek, "There are only 200 people, how dare you challenge me?"

As if answering my call, more than a dozen people ran up from downstairs.These people have a bit of brains, not only have sharp weapons, but also carry shields, it is estimated that it will be a little troublesome to deal with - just a little.

I laughed with blood all over my face, and stepped forward with a knife!Qiqikov, the loach old man, was still good at judging the situation. When he heard the loud "kill" roared from the opposite side, he swished away to the side, more nimble than ants burrowing into the cracks in the ground.

I rushed into the encirclement of more than a dozen people alone, and soon felt a heavy hammer on my shoulder, and a slit on my back by a knife, it was hot and cold.The shields these sons of bitches are holding are in the way.I grabbed an iron shield, which held some weight in my hand, but not enough to dislocate my arm.While chopping off the heads of these fat bears with a bone knife, I smashed the face of the shield on each other's face and knees, blocking the yelling from the dozen or so mouths.

"Oh God--!"

Seeing this scene, Popolo almost screamed and passed out. There were broken corpses and red and white soft paste all over the place, which probably brought back the nightmare in his heart.A soldier tried to catch him, but instead of hiding like the old man, the eggshell monk was frightened mad.Holding a thick copy of Ci Hai, he used all his strength to smash it on the solid armor of the soldier, wherever it was solid, he would probably make the others laugh out loud.

The thick black hair that Popolo finally grew was grabbed by a traitor from the Hunter.Seeing the cold knife at the neck, I thought that Brother Eggshell would pee his pants in fright, or open his mouth to beg for mercy, but unexpectedly he just quickly drew a cross on his chest, and solemnly raised his arms and shouted, "The Lord is with me!" !"

There was a click.It wasn't that his neck was split, it was I who chopped up the traitor.The last person in this corridor, I cut him down, life is full of surprises.I laughed happily, picked up the trembling monk in black robe, and basically dragged him down the stairs like a mop.

Chichikov followed up from behind like Yu Yu, shaking his head and swaying his tail, muttering with his unbeaten mouth, "Seventeen people died, and there are more than 17 more."

Kill as soon as they come, until the hands are soft, I don't care how many people there are.I happily jumped down a row of spiral stairs, feeling that the hands and feet that had been imprisoned in the office for many years were finally free, and soon became as agile and light as before, which is nostalgic.

At this moment, Popolo suddenly said sadly to the old man, "Is Brother Luo really killed?"

With a thud, I suddenly fell to the ground and rolled down the last eight steps like a metal bucket out of control, with bruises all over my face.I uttered an angry cry of pain, and hugged my calf, my ankle seemed to be twisted, and the pain continued.

The old man quickly came over to inspect my injury, "The consequences of sitting for a long time and not practicing. You are careless."

I wished I could beat him to death, and felt sore and hot in the eye sockets.I raised my knife and shouted, "If I stop here, all of you will die for me!"

The old man rolled my eyes and whistled to get his precious centipede out of the box.The centipede with a cold shell first took a few bites at my swollen bump, and poured a messy juice into it, which relieved the pain.I struggled to stand up, and the centipede coiled around my ankle a few times, forming a relatively strong support, which basically supported the pressure on half of my body.

"As long as you don't do strenuous activities, it's fine to take a few steps." Chichikov shrugged his shoulders with a damned expression, "Now we have to slow down."

I was so angry that I suffocated my chest, "Why don't you just tell us to wait—"

The corridor behind the corner suddenly heard the sound of running and panting.I froze for a moment, quickly grasped the bone cutting knife in my hand, and waited against the wall.Chichikov frowned, while Popolo dared not speak nervously.The footsteps were getting closer and closer, I jumped out, my eyes were bloodshot, and I cut off my head, but I heard Chichikov yelling from behind, "It's my own——Lemon!"

"His Majesty!"

A silvery figure suddenly stopped under my knife, and there was a sonorous and loud shout.The knife flew out of my sticky palm, and I hit the fool.Both of us fell out together and slid forward a few meters.

For a split second I thought our heads had rolled out.The idiot was almost knocked unconscious by me, grinning and rubbing his dizzy head.I gritted my teeth and climbed up from him, but with one hand I handed the bone-cutting knife in front of my eyes.One-eyed Ior squatted beside us, staring at me, and for the first time, some kind of "relief" emotion flashed in his dark one-eyed.

After a while, I heard his panting in relief.