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Boom, boom, boom...

The ground kept shaking up and down, and the piled corpses rolled down to the ground because of this vibration. Some swordsmen and magicians who stayed near the corpses were buried alive because they didn't pay attention. The lucky swordsmen and magicians who survived panicked. At a loss, I can only look around in a daze.

"Lord Dun, immediately send a search force to the location of the Holy Sword. According to the intelligence of the search force, the demon king broke in from the border and is currently fighting the dragon."

Originally, he planned to explain the more detailed plan to the monarchs in the tent, but due to the shock and the result of the search of the troops, he had no choice but to suspend the meeting and stood up to ask Dun, who had just returned from the Fengao tent, to go out.

"Yes."

"The rest of the monarchs, please claim and command the swordsmen in the army according to the assignment I just made. Although the time is much tighter, since we know that the dragons are all approaching the position of the devil, the guard of the holy sword will be reduced. At this opportunity, the selection of candidates for the Holy Sword will begin immediately!"

Pausing for a moment, looking at all the remaining combat power in front of him.

"This battle will be the victory of our kingdom of swords, and the world will be shocked by the kingdom of swords, because they will all clearly see the glory of swordsmen who carry out their beliefs!"

"Whoa whoa whoa!"

"Oh oh oh oh!"

"Kill it!"

With a roar of passion, Bupo quickly rushed out of the tent, mounted the prepared horses, and led all the dragon swordsmen who were on standby at the rear, galloping quickly to the location of the holy sword.

When the leader of Bupo personally acted as the most forward figure imprinted in everyone's eyes, everyone's eyes were no longer so gloomy, they understood that they still have the position of being a swordsman, and some people's eyes were full of fanaticism and admiration, and they rushed to their horses Shang followed closely behind Bupo.

"The unit under my order prepares immediately!"

Dun also ran out of the tent following these monarchs, roaring vigorously and rushing towards the horses he was riding exclusively.

When he was about to get on the horse, he saw Fengao's tent in the corner of his eyes.

The time at this moment is very urgent, and the slightest delay or delay is absolutely not allowed. In addition, his subordinates are already waiting by his side, so he cannot waste any second of time.

"Especially bringing her is just a unnecessary burden."

It is very clear that Feng Ao is a wounded person, and he should take a good rest at this moment, even if he really goes there, it is impossible to help him.

To put it bluntly, bringing Feng Ao in the past was not just a matter of burden. If Feng Ao was injured more seriously or even died, it would not only be a problem for one person, but also affect the entire Empiri family.

Dun didn't want to shoulder such a responsibility at all.

tread.

"Set off!"

Sitting astride the horse with both feet, he gave orders for his subordinates to sprint forward quickly.

"..."

Dun, who was supposed to be at the forefront, didn't seem to be part of his body with his hands and feet, and there was no sign of any force exerted by his fingertips.

"Ugh."

Strangely, he sighed deeply, and the "cold expression that would have appeared if Feng Ao hadn't personally witnessed it" clearly appeared in his mind.

Snapped.

The reins forcefully steered the horse under the feet to take a step forward.

The target is inside Fengao's tent.

Hiss, hiss!

Brutally and directly broke into Feng'ao's tent, directly destroyed the passing tent, and rode to the side of the hospital bed while ignoring himself.

"Mr. Ton, you are really here."

Underneath that expression was a gentle look of hope, touching and confident.

"Sorry to scare you, but there's no time."

"It's okay, let's go."

Lifting off the quilt, he carefully placed Feng Ao in his hands, and glanced at the scene where the hospital bed was covered with too much blood, causing a pool of blood to form, and he quickly looked away and walked towards his horse.

Putting the giant sword in front of him astride himself, Fengao put it on his back and rode the horse to quickly keep up with the starting troops.

"If your spine hurts, please let me know."

Almost a crap reminder.

Riding a horse and moving at a high speed would be too much for even a normal person, not to mention Feng Ao, who had difficulty standing up now.

"...According to normal actions, you don't need to pay attention to me, but you still brought me out in such an emergency."

In the state of riding a horse, Dun couldn't feel the bone touch that should be coming from behind him, only the strange jelly-like touch through the clothes, as if every time the horse moved, there would be a faint "crack" and other extremely similar The jelly substance shakes violently.

The slender hands couldn't exert much strength, so they could only hug Dun's waist lightly. Feng Ao's body deliberately tilted his weight on Dun's body to avoid the risk of falling to the ground, but it was still very dangerous without protection. .

At first, Dun could sit Feng Ao in front of him, but this kind of behavior is prone to boring gossip, which is not what Dun wants to hear.

Another reason is that Dun couldn't see Feng Ao's expression at the moment.

If Feng Ao's distorted expression due to pain continued to be imprinted in his eyes, Dun would definitely not continue to carry Feng Ao to the holy sword.

"Because you asked to take you."

"Oh, yes, this is my willful request."

"You also have the right to see all this. Companions and friends of the hostage team, you have the full right to watch all these developments with these identities."

"Mr. Dun...thank you."

"I'm going to speed up a little and rush to the front of the troops. If you can't bear it, please tell me."

"Please hurry to the holy sword."

Vigorously waving the reins with both hands to speed up the horse, ignoring the more violent jelly-like squirm after falling, the troops who hadn't seen their backs gradually came into view.

With the most basic coordination of the troops, it didn't take long to easily shuttle through the gaps between several swordsmen and quickly reach the front.

"Mr. Dun, has the meeting reached a conclusion regarding the sequence of selection of the holy sword?"

On the premise that the sudden appearance of the weapon is regarded as the holy sword, the theme that comes to mind is indeed who will pull up the holy sword. There is nothing abrupt about this question.

It's just about that meeting, Feng Ao, who was supposed to be a candidate, has been deleted.

The reason is simple, she is a wounded person who can hardly even walk. Although the holy sword is suspected to be a product of the transformation of the paulownia tree sword, no matter how you think about it, it is impossible for a seriously injured person to take such a seat .

"The first one is Bavi Noser. Under his strong request, I hope to be the first one to be chosen."

"The Bupo leader agreed?"

"One of the materials that make up the holy sword is the gem in Noser's hand at that time. There is no reason to refuse Noser's request."

On the surface, this is the answer, but in essence, I am afraid it is another reason.

At least from the perspective of not breaking, I am afraid that the consideration is the risk issue.

Whether it is failure or success, the most basic thing before that is the doubts in life, and Bupo will naturally choose to be pulled up by others to observe first.

If Norther succeeds, Bupo only needs to use an alternative command of "request", which is equivalent to obtaining this chess piece called the brave.

If Noser fails, he can obtain relevant information about the holy sword, and then take countermeasures.

Both options do no harm to Unbreakable.

"And what about the second candidate?"

"I."

"Does Mr. Ton really want this place?"

"If you consider the name of killing the Demon King, you will definitely want it, but this position is recommended by everyone."

"Then, when will Chief Bupo be willing to take his turn?"

"Standby."

"...In other words, do you mean jumping in line at any time?"

"Yes."

"Hehe, you are indeed very cautious not to break the leader."

"His identity is the representative of the kingdom of swords, and he is someone who cannot easily risk his life. This is a very reasonable judgment."

After being silent for a few seconds, Feng Ao uttered a weak "woo" in pain and then quickly opened his mouth to cover up the stimulation caused by the pain.

"Mr. Don, did you just say that? Consider killing the demon king to obtain the holy sword, but what should you actually do? Use that holy sword to kill the demon king?"

Natural words.

But it is too natural, but it highlights the doubts contained in this sentence.

"What do you want to ask?"

"If you really want to save Jieshi, what should you do to protect and save Jieshi with a powerful weapon in your hand, and let the world understand—even in the name of a brave man, there are still too few things to do. It may even be feared by people, and instead make the holy sword and the hero become companions of the Demon King.”

"Such words are taboo, I hope Miss Fuou can pay attention to what she says."

"There are only two of us on the horse now, can the subordinates under your control hear it?"

Of course it can.

In addition to being far stronger than magicians in physical strength, swordsmen also have excellent vision and hearing. Even at high speeds riding horses, they can still distinguish the key points in the noise.

If the subordinates behind him really wanted to eavesdrop, they would be able to hear what Feng Ao said.

This point, Feng Ao is also very clear.

"It's true that they won't tell the truth easily, because they are all the elite of the Sasakrodon family."

"Hehe, then there is no need to worry, right? Your words also mean that you deeply trust your subordinates, but in reality it is definitely more than that—this is something I only recently learned."

"whats the matter?"

"Tacit understanding is an illusory thing. In addition to unilateral belief, it also needs to be trusted by the other party... I understand this clearly from my peach. I believe that the subordinates behind me are also willing to believe in the monarch they enshrine. , so I won’t spread your contradictory ideas everywhere.”

"It's complicated."

"Hehe, Mr. Dun actually understands this very well, but he refuses to take the next step easily in actual actions."

"...What does this mean?"

"If you really want to save the Demon King, what will Mr. Don do?"

Like a sharp silver needle piercing his heart, Dun could only look forward in silence.

He couldn't give a definite answer.

Yes, just like what Feng Ao said, it is already impossible to save Jieshi, a friend.

But Dun still wants to do this, but what should be done to get a happy ending.

he does not know.

No matter from which step to make a decision or take an action beyond common sense, Dun can always imagine the worst outcome.

No matter which step you take, you will only fall into "the road that does not break the expectations."

"If you can't think of it, maybe you still can't see the direction, that is, there is too little information."

"According to the current situation, I think there is quite enough information about the Demon Lord."

"The black sword, the slender magic sword, and the magic sword. The information gained after losing so many lives is indeed very useful, but it's just that we know the surface."

Dun couldn't help but secretly looked at Feng Ao behind him.

Because it sounds like knowing everything.

"The ability to inherit memory, this ability represents sufficient knowledge, swordsmanship, is a powerful proof."

"That's right."

"But inheriting memories also means carrying all the memories from ancient times to the present, happiness, pain, sadness, and anger, and all emotions are also contained in it."

"So his combat ability lacks stability, as long as it is consumed to a certain extent, it will rapidly decline in combat ability."

"This is the way of thinking about killing the Demon King. If you want to save the Demon King, it will be another way of thinking."

"...I hope that Miss Fuao can explain clearly."

It seemed to be an illusion, suddenly heard Feng Ao behind him taking a deep breath, as if he had made some kind of decision for what he said next.

"Even if Jieshi in this life is killed, the pain and regret he possessed will still be passed on to the next sacrifice through the magic sword, and everything he has experienced will not be relieved by death."

Boom!

The subconscious pedaling of his right foot caused the horse to tilt, but fortunately he reacted in time to avoid the danger of falling.

It's just that Feng Ao's words can't be digested like this at all.

"Even if the holy sword defeats the magic sword in exchange for world peace, but in the next reincarnation, the magic sword will reappear and pass on the memory, personality, and emotions contained in Jieshi to the next sacrifice again, and there will never be any stop day."

"...Even so, it's just inheriting the memory personality and emotions."

"Mr. Dun, what elements do you think the human soul is made of? Isn't that all?"

Dun fell into silence again, his body was stiffer than before, and he didn't even turn his head to look at Feng Ao at all.

"The magic sword is born from people's negative emotions and life, and the holy sword is produced from the magic sword destroying the earth and life... Aren't the appearance of these two weapons the result of our war?"

After a pause, Feng Ao continued speaking hoarsely.

"Our war is not over at all, because the holy sword and the magic sword are what is left over from the war...Mr. Dun."

"..."

"Mr. Ton."

Snapped.

He rubbed his fingertips on Dun's back vigorously, but he still didn't get any response.

"Mr. Dun, in order to get Jieshi's true thoughts, I also want to save him."

"……what?"

It was the unexpected words that brought Dun back to his senses in surprise.

The words contained in it are full of confidence and determination, as if the depression just now was just an illusion.

"The killing of Jieshi by the holy sword is only to end this reincarnation... This time I will end everything."

"...Miss Fengao, you really have been chosen, right?"

He didn't shake his head or nod, but said with a smile.

"Perhaps when Jieshi told me his envisioned plan, I had some kind of premonition."

"Jieshe? If he really told you... Could it be that he did it on purpose?"

Does he want to hurt you?

Just when this idea came up, Dun immediately dismissed it.

If it was the Demon King, this sentence was very reasonable, but if the target was Jieshi, then this kind of thing seemed wrong.

"Yes, until now I finally understand... He trusts me, then I must respond, so I must fight for the holy sword."

"If it can't be saved, what are you going to do to get that holy sword now?"

"What I trust is not the holy sword but the Jieshi."

"I can't understand that sentence."

"Mr. Dun, are you willing to let me inherit your belief? Let me realize this persistence and implement everything on your behalf——can you trust me?"

"..."

As he gradually saw the holy sword extending into the giant tree in the sky, Dun still couldn't help but give an answer.

Because he knew very well that this kind of thing could not be told to others, and he had to do it all by himself.

He also knows "the limit of a person", and he has a deep understanding of this from the first half of the jihad.

But when someone else is fighting and he can only stand by, this kind of thing doesn't even want to think about it.

Obediently being a spectator, this kind of thing is completely unacceptable.

"Please...for the captain of our hostage team, for our friends, for Jieshi...please trust me."

It's not for the swordsman's glory that he owns, it's just for his friends.

Ho, ho ho ho!

The position of the holy sword is gradually getting closer, and the roar of the dragon group can almost be heard - there is no time to hesitate.

It is precisely because of the desire to save that there is a need to trust a friend.

Click, click.

Gripping the reins tightly with his fingertips, he took a deep breath of slightly icy air.

"...Please tell me, Fuou-san, your plan."