People are in the ark, not heroes

Oops, it seems to have gone too far...

Even if it is a fool, it is time to find some clues.

How about confessing to Lynn?No, no, with his brains, if he finds out that he is not completely dead, if he and Kelsey talk about it, then the two of them will directly carry the banner to rebuild the Tower of Babel, and then run back to Katz Dell, yelling "Down with the regent, Sarkaz is orthodox in the Tower of Babel..." This is not impossible.

Both Lynn and Kelsey are very smart and outstanding people, but without exception, they are too brainy. This is also a shortcoming in their human nature, and there is no way to do it.

Moreover, they have paid too much for themselves. After experiencing a failure, Teresia has become bearish. As long as they can live a safe and happy life, it will be a good ending for her.

There's no need for them to take another risk for their dead souls against the whole of Kasdel as a whole.

Just like now, starting a new life for her own ideals - Teresia thinks this is very good, Kelsey finally became a doctor of ore disease as she wished, and Lynn also lives freely, with He loves, and loves his girls live sometimes once, sometimes several times.

Well, don’t get it wrong, Teresia’s “sometimes a few times” refers to the fun she can watch, and she is usually idle in Lynn’s spiritual world, watching Lynn’s fun can make her relax. Rolling over and over and laughing until my stomach hurts.

Of course, sometimes she would take the initiative to create some fun, for example, last time in the ward, Lin En and Chen's horns collided... That was Teresia's little prank.

"It seems that I can only pretend to be dead first. I hope you can forgive my selfishness."

Teresia stretched out her hand, and her white hand passed across Lynn's cheek. She smiled helplessly, and finally turned into a light spot and dissipated in the bright moonlight.

……

"This is not a dream."

Lin En stared blankly at his palm, the pale armor was gradually breaking and dissipating, the exhaustion after the battle surged up, the soreness of his limbs and the fatigue from excessive use of flames made him fully recognize the reality.

Also, if it was a dream—how could there be such a clear dream?

The fierce confrontation with Shirtel, the fiery sting when the flames collide with the flames; chasing the desperate Ivan, watching him play GG with laughter.

There is also Tallulah's flame, Outcast's Holy Judgment, the Absolution Master's swordsmanship...

If you still feel that you are in a dream at this time, it would be too self-deceiving.

Tsk, it's all because the pardoner was too weak at the beginning, and he was killed by himself without any resistance, which made me think it was a dream of Kai Wushuang.

As a result, he changed hands and met Shirtel who was fully fired. He rushed forward with his sword in his hand happily, and almost fell into the trick of the absolution master, and suffered a big loss.

If it wasn't for the pale armor covering his body, which resisted the first wave of flames and heat, Lin En might have reproduced the tragic situation when he faced Tallulah at this time.

However, speaking of which...

He raised his sword and looked at the lines on the blade. A never-before-appeared source stone imprint was shining on the blade, and as the armor on Lin En's body was gradually peeled off, its brilliance became darker and darker, and finally disappeared. It is a pitch-black brand, but it has not disappeared for a long time.

Lin En tried to inject part of his own power into it, and the blade was instantly lit up, and the pale armor unfolded around the sword, covering Lynn's arm.

...This is not the original function of this sword.

Lynn was all too familiar with this nameless sharp sword.

Accompanying him for several years, as his most reliable partner, no matter how dangerous the battle is, he has played a satisfactory effect.

Because of this, he was absolutely sure that this series of lines didn't exist on the sword before. These things were the original abilities of the sword...or was it added by someone?

Lynn didn't know.

He managed to find a few ancient Sarkaz texts in the string of new Origin Stone engravings, but no matter how hard he pieced them together, he couldn't get the meaning of them.

"Your Highness."

He spoke suddenly.

"I know you are here, only you can have such an origin stone skill."

Lin En's voice was trembling, he stabbed the sword into the ground, and it was almost difficult to hold the hilt tightly under the excitement.

He recalled the whispers lingering in his ears, the light voice was just like Theresia's, and at this moment the sudden excitement in his heart almost filled his heart.

Lin En looked around, his gaze was as sharp as an eagle, at this moment, neither Ivan nor the Absolutionist seemed insignificant, the fire of hope ignited in his heart had never been as strong as it is now, how much he longed for everything before It's not my own hallucination, longing to see Teresia's figure coming out of the shadows, smiling playfully, telling myself that it was just a little joke of hers before.

However, there was no response around.

There was silence, as if everything was an illusion caused by my thoughts.

Tallulah looked at Lin En who was talking to herself strangely. This was the first time she saw Lin En in such a posture. To be honest, when the armor on his body was removed and the familiar face under the armor was revealed, She was taken aback.

Good guy, do you still have this unique skill?

Hmm... But I have to say that this armor is quite handsome, but it looks a little worn out, but it doesn't matter, on the contrary, it happens to have a kind of incomplete and vicissitudes of beauty.

Talulah was suddenly a little envious, she also wanted such an attractive armor, even if it looked flashy after wearing it on the battlefield...but even if it was placed at home, it would be worth it!

In fact, when she was visiting the Longmen Mall two days ago, she found a set of handsome retro-style battle armor in a Victoria store. Considering the unsatisfactory economic situation of the integration movement, I finally had to give up with tears in my eyes.

Just when she wanted to ask Lynn what was going on, one of the people present took action earlier than her.

——That was the Absolutionist trapped between the two of them.

If you want to say who is the most unlucky among the people present, it will certainly not be Kosche, who is already lying on the ground, and Lynn and Tallulah, who have gained something, but the one who was lying on the gun all the way, and was almost killed by an unknown AOE Mr. Pardoner.

In this narrow alley, both front and back are blocked by intensity, which can already be said to be a desperate situation within a desperate situation.

And Ivan, who is the target of the task protection, is lying at his feet with a strange smile on his face at this moment. Flame is also extremely strong, and his arm has just been injured by the Sakota man, no matter how you look at it, it is an unsolvable situation.

If he wanted to find a way out in this desperate situation, he had to fight his way through the front and rear pincers.

And at the moment when Lin En looked around and muttered to himself, Mr. Forgiveness thought he had seized some great opportunity. He made a lightning move, and the sharp sword pointed straight at Lin En's throat. Although the brilliance of the spell could not be illuminated for a long time, the forgiver believed that this sword was unstoppable.

If you want to blame, blame your arrogance. You actually stand in a daze in front of me. Do you really think that I am a piece of trash without any threat?

This kind of thought was stifled by him the moment it just came up.

"roll!"

The moment he made a move, his fierce eyes had locked on him. Lin En, who was extremely agitated, swung the big sword in his hand. The heavy blade slapped on the edge of the forgiver's sword. He has already flown out with a man and a sword.

Without the spells he was proud of, he fell into a disadvantage in terms of physical fitness.

"Absolutionist... lackey!"

Vigorous flames spread on the blade of the sword, and unparalleled pressure poured into the body and mind of the absolutist. Two or three shadows who arrived on the tall buildings in the distance shook their heads, gave up on this mortal colleague and turned to leave.

"You, you crazy dog!"

At the juncture of life and death, the forgiver almost used the method of overdrawing his life to activate the origin stone skill. His power bloomed exponentially, and he was almost about to break through the blockade of Lin En's origin stone skill. At that moment, the sword and fire in Lin En's hand had already fallen heavily, bringing up a cloud of ashes and heat.

The figure in the black robe flew upside down, and the light spot that gradually lit up in his hand dissipated again, turning into nothingness.

Almost letting him cast spells, it seems that the forgiver should not be underestimated.

Lin En put away his sword, he looked at the mess under his feet, and met Tallulah's eyes with a little concern.

He sighed.

"alright."

"Although he won, he didn't take advantage of anything. As expected of Kosiche, he was so cruel to himself."

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Four thousand words, two chapters

To be honest, I still think it’s easier to write big chapters. Firstly, it’s more coherent to write, and secondly... secondly, it can also prevent me from wanting to fish after finishing a chapter.

However, these days are quite busy, and the update time is very unstable, so I will apologize to everyone here

45 chapters still owed

Dragon Gate Album:

Chapter 60 No Regrets

Shirter sat among the ruins, surrounded by the ashes of the inexhaustible flames.

...lost.

Even his proud flame was no match for Lynn's sword and fire.

Shirtel can burst out powerful power in a short period of time, but this power does not actually belong to her, but to the unknown flame giant behind her.

Therefore, it is a great burden for her body to control this flame.

Even if they can confront Lynn in a short period of time, if they don't seize the opportunity to make a quick decision, then the final loser will definitely be Shirtel.

This is also her biggest weakness, strong, but not lasting.

Without the blessing of the flames, she would be nothing more than a weak Sarkaz woman. In terms of physical fitness, she is not even as good as the battle-tested W.

...I really can't get anything done.

Even the game between the flames was lost to Lynn, what else is there to mention?

Recalls the scene of the Pale Knight turning away after knocking himself down.

Shirtel smiled wryly at himself, he was let go and took his life.

Obviously he drew his sword against him again and again, but he still didn't kill him.

What the hell was that idiot thinking?

For no reason, a touch of irritability rose in Shirtel's heart.

She was wearing a tattered black robe, her face was covered with dust, her black stockings were torn to pieces by the flames during the battle, and her legs were criss-crossed with tiny wounds, which made people feel pity.

The light dress did not escape unharmed either, a sword mark separated the upper and lower parts of the dress almost completely, a little blood could be vaguely seen oozing out, and the edges of the clothes were also covered with traces of flame attack, scorched fabric It smelled bad, but the skin underneath was intact.

If it wasn't for the flames not being able to hurt her, maybe half of her body was already scorched at this moment.

Shirtel's heroic and confident appearance in the past has disappeared, but at this moment he looks a little pitiful.

However, considering the cause and effect, Shirtel can only say that he deserves it.

"Compatriots, do you still have the strength to stand up?"

Intertwined black shadows appeared in the firelight, Shirtel opened his eyes, and saw the familiar black robe and mask.

"Ivan is dead?"

"Ah."

"Then what use is there for me?"

Shirtel stared at the man in black in front of him: "Compatriots...that's really a nice name. I thought you would use some harsher words for me who failed to protect Ivan."

"His death is not your fault, Pale Knight, Drake's Dragon Maiden, and Sakota Judgment Master—no one expected that so many strong men would suddenly appear tonight, on the contrary, you have done well enough gone."

The absolutionist stopped in his footsteps, and the leading absolutionist stood in front of Shirtel, took off his mask, and revealed an ordinary face.

"Look, I am Sarkaz too, and you are Sarkaz too. I call you compatriots, is there a problem?"

"It really surprises me. When you face Ivan, you always have a condescending face."

"That's different. He's a foreigner, and I don't like his character and methods. When communicating with such a person, you have to wear a mask, otherwise you will be caught."

The pardoner said: "Although we are on the same front for the time being, we are just an alliance after all, and I am just following orders, that's all."

"You are different, Shirtel, you are Sarkaz, and you are young and powerful. As a member of the same race, I appreciate your sword and fire, and respect your battle. Even if the result is not satisfactory, you have tried your best after all. .”

"Let me introduce myself. I'm a member of 'Absolutionist', let's say I'm the person in charge of the Kazdel side of this operation. You can call me 'Favner'."

He put on his mask again, and pulled up the girl sitting on the ground: "Although Ivan is dead, our mission is not over yet——I solemnly invite you to walk with us and continue to complete the task of Sarkaz's revival." great cause."

However, Shirtel didn't pay any attention to his high-sounding words.

"...how is the old lady?"

Fafner was slightly taken aback by her question, but did not answer immediately.

Shirtel immediately understood, she clenched the hilt of the sword tightly, and the thick fire almost gushed out of the corner of her eyes.

Eventually, the flame went out, as if it had never been there.

"Sorry, Ivan will not provide medicine to a worthless infected person, she passed away last night."

Fafner spread out his hand, a bright ring lay quietly on his palm.

"This is her relic. I buried her in a cemetery of infected people in the lower city of Longmen. It is an unmarked grave with a bouquet of flowers."

Shirtel reached out to take the ring, her expression was still calm, but with Fafner's eyesight, she could naturally see that her hand was trembling uncontrollably.

"...Our grievances are wiped out."

Shirtel put the ring in his pocket and left without looking back.