【Original God】I am looking for the flesh and blood of love in time and space

The war had a faint tendency to reach a stalemate again, but this time, it was the people who resisted who had the upper hand.

Because of the girl's adventure, the timeline this time has been changed, so will the ending of the boy's death also be——

"In a daze?"

The poet caught the girl's gaze and snapped his fingers in front of her eyes.

"Are you worried that you won't be able to get in? Don't worry, Diehlappian won't be able to hold on for long, and our resource supplies have also kept up."

"Now, all we need to do is break through this tower, and everyone can see the blue sky."

Then the young man seemed to suddenly remember something and stared straight at the girl:

"I heard Dick Lapian call you 'Amos'. Is that your name?"

"So, not really." The girl lowered her eyes, "I lost my memory when he brought me back to the tower, so he gave me the name 'Amos'."

"It's just that I didn't think of this as my real name, so I didn't tell you and was hiding something. I'm sorry."

The poet was thoughtful and still murmured softly:

"Diekarpian gave you the name himself..."

I saw him repeating "Amos" twice more. The girl looked strange and asked:

"Any questions?"

The young man paused, obviously hiding something, but he still smiled and shook his head at the girl:

"Um, no."

The young man changed the topic and turned his attention to the magic weapon placed by the girl:

"Is it... broken?"

The girl also looked at the magic weapon and sighed imperceptibly:

"Andrius's divine power and all my own elemental powers are gathered together. It's normal that it can't bear it."

"It's okay, I still have Amos' bow, and the elemental power can still be used."

"It -" the girl brushed the magic weapon that was already full of cracks lovingly, "It's a pity, but it's not as good as human life after all."

"Is it important to you?"

The young man remembered the way the girl held the magic weapon tightly in her arms when she was unconscious, and secretly made a fist:

"When it's finished, I'll accompany you to find someone who can repair it."

"It will definitely come back to its original state."

The girl was stunned for a moment, then nodded heavily:

"Okay, it's a deal."

"A word is settled!"

Hopefully, it can really be settled.

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Those people who were drunk and talking nonsense were escorted by Chief Gunhild to apologize to the girl. One of them, a young man, had a red face and was coy, unable to speak a complete sentence.

Seeing the young man like this, the elders on the side were so angry that they couldn't make steel, so they gave my wife a hard push:

"What's the use of being shy? If you ask me, just kill Dick Lapian with your own hands, achieve great military success, and then pursue Miss Hunter openly, everyone said, right?"

"is true!""......"

Cheers came and went, and even the girl blushed at the shouting. Finally, the knight came to the rescue:

"Jingjing, if you have the time, why don't you go practice and wait for Dick Lapian to take his own life?"

"It's all gone, it's all gone, don't make it difficult for the little girl!"

Looking at the half of the knight's body in front of him, he couldn't help but laugh.

The knight turned back with some doubts:

"What's wrong?"

The girl frowned and shook her head:

"It's nothing, it just feels like it, Mr. Legenfund, makes people feel safe."

The knight who was suddenly praised blushed for a moment. He quickly turned away and said, "This is what I should do." Before he could take the next step, he heard a rapid horn blowing——

The brief tranquility was torn apart, and the war revealed its true face of cruelty and bloodthirsty.

Dierkapian was obviously at the end of his rope - the wind field that he thought was an impregnable wall was torn to pieces, and he could only choose to fight with his last resort.

——This is the final battle.

Diehlappian was killing with complete recklessness.

After all, to this day, even Dick Lapian knows one thing——

Once the wind of resistance arises, it will never stop.

Even if he can kill everyone here.

Countless wind blades struck, and something even fell from the sky, slamming down heavily. The driven wind let out a sharp whine, shattering the corridor leading to the tower.

The people who had rushed into the tower raised their swords and fought with the hysterical wind puppets. From time to time, something fell from the tower, some turned into a piece of smoke, and some turned into a bloody mess.

Faced with the tragic sacrifice, no one had time to mourn, because each of them was following the path of the previous one.

At this time, death has become an insignificant destination. There are too many people, even if their bodies are crumbling, trying hard to send their swords to the enemy's chest.

No one steps back, even half a step -

What's so great about surviving?

It’s amazing to leave chasing freedom.

The girl pinched an ice arrow and shot it at a wind puppet who raised a long knife. The ice arrow exploded in the wind puppet's body, drifting in the wind blown by the wind puppet when it died, and caused a fall. Snow.

"Beautiful! Hunter!"

The man who was rescued happened to be the young man who apologized to the girl with a red face. It was unclear whether he was praising the girl or the light snow.

The young man was very skilled. After the girl's support, he immediately struck back with a sword, and two more wind puppets turned into smoke under his hands.

The numerical advantage of the wind puppets was too obvious. To be precise, almost everyone who charged had to fight against five wind puppets at the same time. Fortunately, with the support of archers, they were not at a disadvantage.

"The bow is good," the young man dodged a long-range AOE, raised the bow and pierced two wind puppets with one arrow, "but I'm not bad either."

Oh, yes, because the poet injured his leg, he could only give up his sword and use arrows.

The girl glanced at the proud poet, and then she charged up a full force. The ice arrow, which was obviously thicker, bigger, and stronger, penetrated three wind puppets in a row, and finally burst inside the third wind puppet. The movement of elemental power bounced away a circle of nearby wind puppets, allowing the surrounded warriors to gain a moment of respite.

"Hey - this is cheating!" The poet kept his hand, and also moved to the other side, turned around and shot another arrow.

A frivolous smile appeared on the girl's lips:

"Just average."

Then he quietly moved his sore arms.

It’s really tiring to fully charge up, but it feels so good to put it on.

They were not the only two capable archers, so the stormtroopers quickly attacked - but once inside, it was difficult for the archers to provide support, so no one was needed to direct them. Everyone unanimously moved forward. The arrow with cold light was aimed at Dickapian.

Arrows flew towards Diekalapian one after another, but without exception, they were cut to pieces by the wind blade when they approached Diekalapian's body.

Damn it, is there no way to hurt him?

The girl raised her head, wanting to observe the terrain, but she looked directly into Diego Karapian's eyes.

He was clearly in danger, but the flying arrows and the charging people failed to attract his attention at all. His eyes locked on the girl's body through the flames of war.

It's like, none of those things can enter his eyes.

This look was too straightforward. For some reason, the girl's hand shook, and the arrow in her hand deviated from its original direction, almost swiping from the side of Dickapian's face——

A trail of blood was left.