Ember Gun

  Chapter 441 Reincarnation

  Eileen and Hybold ran wildly in the dim promenade. Behind them were the blazing sun and swords. Neither of them dared to turn their heads back to witness the true face of the devil.

   could only follow Lorenzo's instructions, looking for Ivar's trace in this dim world.

  The promenade is filled with a strong smell of blood. In fact, no one expected that the world would become a **** of flesh and blood in a blink of an eye, with death and disputes everywhere.

  Hybald used the faint light of the candle outside the window to push open the door after another, constantly shouting.

   "Yvar! Yvar!"

  The call echoed in the corridor, and soon returned to Haibod’s ear.

   "Where is Ival?"

  Hybod muttered anxiously, and at this moment, there was cold metal clinging to his neck, bringing the touch of death.

  Eileen picked up the pistol and put it on Hybbod’s neck. Her eyes were cold and she was overflowing with tears.

   "What are you doing? Irene."

  Hyboard tried not to make himself angry. He didn't understand why Irene suddenly rebelled at this critical moment.

   "I want to ask what you are going to do... You are here to kill Ivar, right? You are here to kill him, on his father's order."

  The voice squeezed out between the teeth. Irene didn't know all the conspiracy, but because she knew the man called the King of Ice Sea, she knew very well what this kind of person would do.

   "Why do you think so?"

  Hibald turned his back to Irene, and slowly raised his hands.

"I have heard the story of the King of Ice Sea. He is a fighter. In order to defeat the enemy's unscrupulous fighters, everyone has a fixed value for him, and he is also very good at using these values ​​in applications. ."

  Eileen recalled those horrible stories, which only a few people knew.

"He did such a thing when he was crossing the cold and desperate sea of ​​silence, didn't he? Eat up his dead fighters and maximize his value, so you think of Ivar the same way, right? Kill him, start a war, and find a suitable reason for your greed."

  Hyboard took a deep breath, this is a mysterious woman, few people can figure out her thoughts.

  He didn't answer, and the next moment he turned around and lowered his head abruptly.

  The gunshot sounded, and the bullet grazed his shoulders. Haibod turned around and punched Irene's pistol. He usually did this at a high risk, but now his sight is dim and Irene is still injured. He has a chance.

   But then there was a severe pain, the cold steel ran across his body, the wound was very shallow, it seemed that Irene was merciful, and then the folding knife was placed on his neck.

   "Did Lorenzo teach you?"

"Yes."

  Eileen unwrapped the bandage on her arm. Although the wound is still not healed, the bandage hides the jackknife just right, and she has only now revealed her sharp edge. ‘’

  Time is running out, and death is close to him. Facing Irene’s question, Hybold hesitated for a while, then nodded.

   "Yes, I'm here to kill Ivar."

  Speaking of all this, Haibod did not have the slightest pressure, but he felt relieved that the secret deep in his heart was finally told.

   "But not for war...it can only be said that war is just a destined product of this event."

  Hybode continued.

   "Ival Rodbroker made a mistake and he will be punished."

   "So is it wrong to chase freedom?"

   Irene didn’t understand.

   "This is not the fault! Irene Adler!"

  Hybod shouted loudly, his eyes with fiery anger.

   "What's wrong is that you shouldn't let him be caught by the Iron Law Bureau."

   Irene was stunned.

"Why do you think I let Ivar go and let you escape my sight so easily? If you take Ivar away from all the disputes and let him spend the rest of his life well, then no one will bother you anymore. .

  All these errors are caused by you! He became the bargaining chip of the Iron Law Bureau, and the Viking nations will not be threatened by others, absolutely not! "

   "So I'm here to kill Ivar!"

  Hybod and Ivar are close friends, but at the moment he speaks out that he is very calm, as if what he is about to kill is just an insignificant person.

"I will rescue Yvar, and then give him a weapon and let him fight with me. Of course, I will win in the end. I will let him die as a soldier so that this cowardly soul can return to the Hall of Valor. , Reunited with the ancestors of Rod Brock."

  From the beginning, this was not a rescue plan. From the beginning, Hybbod came to kill Ivar. He would let him die as a soldier. As for the war caused by it, it was not important.

  This is the revenge and plunder of the Viking nations, with Yvar as a sacrifice ritual.

  Eileen was stunned, her body trembling involuntarily, even the strength to hold the folding knife was lost, she slipped down weakly, making a crisp sound.

  She is a smart woman, but at the moment there is confusion in her mind and she can't think about anything.

Irene regretted it countless times. She only regarded Ivar as a work target. When the Iron Law Bureau arrived, her work was over, but at that time, the Iron Law Bureau’s ship appeared on the sea level. At the end of the story, all Irene had in her heart was panic.

  She regretted it, she didn't want to be like this, only then did she realize that she had fallen in love with Yvar, but she had no time to change it all.

   "No...you can't kill him."

  Eileen picked up the folding knife and pointed it straight at Hybbode. She had always looked calm, but now she was like a gaffe.

   "Let me take him away, this time I will not let anyone catch him, please trust me."

  Hybod looked at Irene with pity. He had never thought that the proud Irene would have such a scene, begging for his forgiveness here.

  He felt very tired and was happy for Ivar.

   Reached out his hand and deflected the folding knife at random, and Hybold answered calmly.

   "This is what I did."

   Irene thought she had heard it wrong.

  "I am his friend. His life has been bad enough, and he will be killed by his good friend in the end. What do you think, how sad..."

  "And Ivar also talked to me. He thinks the place like the Hall of Valor is a **** of reincarnation. He doesn't want to go to that ghost place after he dies, so if you die as a soldier, let's forget it."

  Hybald walked towards the end of the darkness. He smelled the heavy **** smell in the air, looking for the source of the smell.

   "Really?" Irene asked.

   "Fake," Haibod replied mercilessly, "In my expectation, I will kill Ivar here, and then hunt you all over the world, and make you pay the price."

"But now it's real. Take Ivar and escape to a place where no one can find you. This is the last thing I can do for him as a friend, and don't let me down for the second time. Irene Adler."

  Hybald’s voice was cold in the winter.

   "Otherwise, I will spend my whole life making you pay."

  Eileen did not reply, but followed Haibod with a pocket knife. She felt that her cold blood was warming up at this moment.

  The doomed tragedy has been reversed, and she will leave with Ivar. The world is still very big, there are many places that have not been visited, and there are so many beautiful things to witness together.

  Yes, the future is bright.

  Eileen still remembers what Ivar once said about the beauty. He wanted to go to a warm place to see it. He wanted to see things that he had never seen before.

  There are too many things worth doing together, together...

Entering the corpse interrupted Irene's thoughts. After she recovered, she smelled blood soaring, and the ground under her feet was completely covered with blood. It seemed that the blood had existed for a long time, and it dried up and turned into a bright red carpet. .

  It seems that **** and reality are intertwined, and while Irene is still dreaming about a bright future, she has strayed into it.

  "Haibo..."

  Eileen just wanted to call Hybade’s name, but found that he was standing in place like a sculpture.

  She followed, and it seemed that she had seen something, but it also solidified.

  The fantasy shattered and collapsed into powder.

  All this is just like being caught by the Iron Law Bureau. The good wishes are broken. When Ivar really left, Irene realized her own thoughts and realized her stupidity.

  She has been addicted to it for too long, so long that she can't distinguish the so-called love.

   gasping in pain.

  Eileen is good at playing with people's hearts. She is very clear about some of the psychological reactions of everyone, but now she is thinking about her own memory, and she can't find the source of her pain.

She felt a big hand emerge from her stomach, it grabbed the intestines and twisted it into a ball, breaking her spine inch by inch, and then breaking her ribs one by one, ravaging her lungs to make herself Suffocation, and finally crushed the living heart.

  Eileen slowly squatted down and shrank into a ball, covering her ears with her hands, like a frightened child.

  All light, all sound, all matter, all all.

  All this is going away, escaping from Irene's side, she is the only one left in the dark world.

  The only light disappeared, she was so lonely.

  Hyboard took a deep breath repeatedly, trying hard to keep his emotions from breaking down at this moment, after all, crying is a shame for him.

  He pretended to be strong and looked around, looking at the dead bodies and blood all over the floor, he could imagine a crazy fight, with a grin on his face reluctantly.

   "Good job, Ivar Rodbroke."

  Without any nostalgia, he grabbed Irene’s clothes and dragged her out of the darkness.

   "What else is going on? Hyboard."

   Irene murmured, staring at the depths of the darkness blankly.

   "I want to avenge my friend."

  Hibald’s voice trembled a little, and he could hardly contain the sadness.

   "And you want to atone for your crime."

  Aileen listened to the words, her absent-minded eyes gradually brightened, and she clenched the pocket knife in her hand, she broke away from Haibod's hand, and got up from the ground by herself.

  They all lost their expressions, walked towards the light place, and stepped into a desperate cycle.

  (End of this chapter)