honor me as god

Chapter 816 The Darkest Hour
All hope seems to have disappeared at this moment. The exit that I thought could escape the sky is just another door leading to a dead end.

After the Guards Legion was completely annihilated, King Qin's army loyal to Andre completely controlled the hub of the king's city. The ground troops blocked every block and every alley. Winged beast cavalry and dragon knights also carried out high-altitude reconnaissance in the air. Ravens that only deliver letters cannot fly out, and humans have no possibility of escaping.

"Tap, tap" came the sound of icy footsteps, and Andre, covered in blood, walked slowly from behind Bolton and Solandelle. Still can't run fast enough."

Solandelle protected Bolton, who was covered in bruises, and said with tears: "You can come at me for anything you want, please at least let your brother go, he is not a threat to you."

"Hehe. Hahahahaha!" Andre seemed to have heard some joke, and he kept tsk-tsk: "Solandelle, you are 15 years old. I thought you were at least a smart person, but I didn't expect you to be smart." You can say such childish things."

"What qualifications do you have to protect Bolton? Why should I let him go when the chance of winning is in my hands? Why, should I let go of Bolton, who has full potential, like those idiot villains in the drama, and wait for him to practice someday? Become an extremely strong man, come back to take revenge on me with a knife?"

When Andre said this, a thick joke appeared on his face: "What's more, if you two rebels who killed the king's father and intended to usurp the throne leave, how can I explain to the people?"

After Andre's words fell, two cross prison carts used for parade in the streets were pushed out from the gate of the palace, and the imperial guards also stepped forward to hold down Bolton and Solandelle respectively, preparing to put them on the prison carts.

Andre smiled grimly: "Compared with so many losers, you two are undoubtedly lucky. You will not be forgotten without a name. Bolton and Solan will be left in the history books of the future generations for thousands of years. The names of Dale—vile patricide."

In Andre's cold announcement, the imperial guards took out the iron chains and bound Bolton first. Solandelle kicked and hit them, and tried to bite them with her teeth, but this resistance did not pose any threat.

The imperial guard also showed no mercy, and punched Solandelle in the stomach with his backhand, knocking her down to the ground and coughing up blood. She struggled and wanted to come up to protect her brother, but the only one who greeted her was the merciless Punch and kick.

The imperial guard grabbed Solandelle by her hair and lifted her up. Just as she was about to tie her to the prison cart, a ray of sparks suddenly flew past her eyes.

The flames rose up all around, like golden rain splashing, and the scorching light turned into a blazing stream of light leaping, almost overshadowing the sun high above the sky.

Everyone looked over in astonishment, only to see that Bolton's eyes were full of fighting intent, and the seal of the sun god between his brows was shattered, turning into billowing flames.

At this moment, even Andre, who had the chance to win, turned pale with fright.

"Martyrdom!!!!" The first shrill scream came from nowhere, and all the imperial guards around Bolton fled. The obedience of the training, the rampage huddled together, struggling to escape from here.

Bolton, who was covered in bruises and bruises, got out of the prison cart and stood firm in front of the battle. His whole body was ignited by the golden fire of self-sacrifice, as if he had turned into the sun descending on the mortal world.

Just like the "Black Lion" Garrot on the snowy field back then, at the last moment of his life, Bolton resolutely chose to dedicate his life to the flames. way of life.

Everyone knows the horror of "sacrifice by fire". The person who is martyred by fire is immortal until his body is burnt out. However, if outsiders are affected by the fire of self-sacrifice, there is no way to save them in the world. The only ending is Incinerated by flames.

Initiating the fire requires an extremely strong belief in self-destruction. Andre did not expect that Bolton would use this method to struggle to the death. He knew that this situation must not be approached, so he climbed on the Dragon Knight's vehicle immediately, and Bodun Ton distanced himself.

The soldiers and soldiers of the rest of the legion were also in chaos. Some troops carrying heavy weapons tried to suppress Bolton with a long-range offensive. The commander gave an order, and the ballista erected in the bunker opened fire at the same time. The dense crossbow arrows pierced the sky, forming a Continuous black shadows.

However, in the face of the fire of self-sacrifice, this blow was useless, and the crossbow had already been annihilated by the flames before hitting Bolton's body.

"Soran! Follow me!" As a soldier, Bolton charged the enemy for the last time. He broke into the chaotic enemy formation, and the fire of self-sacrifice bloomed everywhere like a prairie fire, composing the last dignity of the great general.

Seeing Bolton's back, Solandelle's vision was blurred by tears. Her mind was filled with scenes of growing up under the care of her elder brother. Memories stabbed her heart like a knife, and she couldn't breathe in pain.

But Solandelle knew that this was the last life her brother bought for her with everything he had, and any hesitation or hesitation would be a failure to live up to his sacrifice.

Solandelle gritted her teeth and rushed over, and Bolton, who was dressed in flames, cut a bloody path in front of her, allowing her to run without delay.

Bolton overwhelmed the enemy, and managed to reach the edge of the royal city. When he rushed to a stone bridge, his last vitality was burned out, and his body was continuously turned into embers and ashes in the wind. He stretched out his hand to Solandelle for the last time, Whispering: "Sister. Live. Go. Go. Ah."

Solandelle cried heart-rendingly, but she didn't even have the courage to turn her head back. She could only run forward desperately. She didn't dare to look at Bolton's ashesed body. She was afraid that once she turned her head, she would not be able to bear it Stop walking, then the brother's sacrifice will be in vain.

Rushing across the stone bridge, Solandelle didn't know how long she had been running, but felt that her legs were as heavy as lead, her lungs seemed to be on fire, and tears and sweat kept falling from her face, as if melting into the air. Make raindrops.

Everything that could be sacrificed, Burton gave.

All the efforts that should be made, Solandelle has also done it.

However, this royal city seems destined to become her cage.

After Bolton was wiped out, all the legions closed the encirclement again. The running speed of human beings could not be compared with that of a horse, let alone the opponent was a well-trained regular army.

With the sound of thunderous hooves of war horses, the streets leading to the outside of the city were blocked again, and the cavalry blocked Solandelle's escape route and surrounded her.

As the dragon knight descended into the sky, Andre's nightmarish voice came from the dragon's back: "It's a beautiful attempt, but unfortunately it's meaningless."

Andre jumped down from mid-air, grabbed Solandelle directly, pressed her head on the ground in front of him, leaned over to her ear and whispered: "The game is over, Solandelle van Doguland, salute your brother Wang."

(End of this chapter)