Proposed by the most beautiful you in the world [Comprehensive]

Ellie grabbed his Master and quickly escaped from the cell they were originally in.

The man who had been imprisoned here for several years probably never thought that he would leave the prison of despair in this way.

Moreover, the situation observed during the escape is even more a bizarre picture that the limited imagination cannot draw out of thin air.

The outside of the cell should have been a long and narrow corridor, and a brazier with lamp oil was hung on the wall to provide a suitable light source for the jailer's daily inspections.

But at this moment, they stepped into the range of the long corridor, the flames shook violently in the absence of wind, and the two rows of flames extending left and right suddenly went out in an instant, without warning, bringing the darkness with danger signs to within this narrow space.

It is difficult to see the way forward with the naked eye, and it is difficult to capture even the figures of people who are close at hand.Fortunately, Dantes was able to clearly sense his physical contact with the heroic spirit.

After all, Ellie is a heroic spirit, not only is he quicker than Dantès who barely regained his strength, but he also has slightly better physical strength.

The obstruction of vision by the darkness still can't stop him who can see at night, and the slightest trouble is probably just——

"Master! Come behind me!"

The heroic spirit whose face was covered in pitch black unconsciously gritted his teeth, and kicked away a huge group of black shadows rushing towards them.

First of all, although he is dressed as a knight, he is not a Saber who is good at melee combat, but a Caster who is more inclined to use magic to fight from a distance... No, to be more specific, Ellie is not a Heroic Spirit suitable for combat at all .

The black shadows screaming towards the two of them from all around were actually the appearance of the undead, and the undead, who had no mind but only instinct, was not affected by his own charm skills.

Furthermore, it is the most critical factor.

Magic—still magic!

Right now, he doesn't have the magic power reserves to clean up the undead and protect the Master from the Château d'If.

This place... can't even be called a simple prison, the Château d'If.It was shrouded by a unique and powerful force without the awareness of Ellie, who was a heroic spirit, and became an independent inherent barrier.

On the way to escape, the cells they passed were all empty, and the prisoners who had been trapped in them strangely disappeared.

All I could see were undead, undead, undead——

The undead were not targeting Airlie.

Rather, it is Edmond Dantès, the only one who has "life" here.

"Hu, hu, hu..."

Dantès soon became exhausted in this endless flight.

The dripping sweat seemed to be entwined by the cold air brought by the undead, and condensed into a chilling frost.

The tense atmosphere and the unavoidable fear made him speechless at all.However, Dantès' fear of the unknown undead only appeared at the first moment, and the fear that deepened afterwards was born of the heroic spirit.

Airlie's situation is much worse than that of the most vulnerable humans here.

He could hardly hold the sword. Apart from the huge consumption, it could not be ruled out that a Caster was forced to wield a melee weapon helplessly.

Several times the bony claws of the undead rushed out of the shadows, trying to drag Dantès into their death transition, but Airlie fended them off.

The value of his armor was finally revealed. It was actually a magical dress with divine power and slightly weaker than a divine weapon, and it didn't wear out even after several attacks.

However, every time he resisted, Ellie's face turned paler, and his lips completely lost their color.

The corridors in the prison seemed endless, and after running for so long, they could not see the end.

And the pursuit of the undead became more and more turbulent, as long as they were not careful, they would be crushed by the tide full of black mist.

Ellie suddenly stopped running.

There was an unclosed cell in front of him. He pushed the Master into the cell suddenly, and then kicked away an undead who was about to grab his shoulder, so that he had the opportunity to follow into the cell.

"I can finally thank him for insisting on letting me learn swordsmanship at the beginning... What 'will definitely come in handy in the future', maybe it means today..."

Facing the Master who fell to the ground, Ellie, whose back was firmly pressed against the door, lost his eyesight, barely supported by willpower, but muttered to himself.

His long blue hair, which was always extremely soft in the past, had already become messy. His face was pale, and all he could see in front of his eyes were the black shadows that appeared after his physical strength was severely exhausted.

But even so—even in such a precarious situation, his spine never bends, just like a sword that has survived many setbacks, its transformation from soft flower to sharp edge can even show the ability to touch the soul of brilliance.

However, Dantès, the only one here who can appreciate this beauty, cannot accept the huge drop from the tranquility suddenly into the unpredictable purgatory.

"Although I don't know anything about what happened, but... why did you suffer such terrible pain for someone like me! Seeing you like this, I wish I could die."

"Master, don't you understand yet?" Airlie took a breath, his expression still so calm: "I am a heroic spirit, your familiar. The prerequisite for realizing your wish is to ensure your safety."

"According to the current situation, I no longer have the ability to protect you. Obviously, in the near future, there is a high possibility that we will die together. This ending is not a big deal to me, because a long time ago, I already' died."

"But you are different, master."

In the depths of Heroic Spirit's dark blue pupils, a cold light suddenly flashed, which was the hidden arrogance that had been born from the depths of the soul for a long time.

"I will only die for the Master, whether it is to sacrifice my life for him or be killed by him. There is only one thing that is absolutely impossible, and that is-let the Master die under my powerlessness. What a joke! "

"The person who created this enchantment and ushered in the undead is also a heroic spirit. I'm going to meet him for a while, as long as he's not an irrational guy, there's a good chance of winning..."

Still so beautiful, he turned his slightly softened eyes to his Master, and slowly revealed a very shallow smile.

"Master, would you like to help me?"

"...I would give everything for you."

"Then, please come and hug me."

At this moment, completely attracted by his beauty—his soul, Dantès embraced the god's extremely slender waistline under the armor wrapping with trembling arms without hesitation.

At the beginning of the touch, great sadness and obscure satiety surrounded this mortal.

"So..." Ellie began again.

"Are you really not going to agree to my marriage proposal, master?"

Dantès: "..."

OK, still failed.

The implication of Ellie's words is very clear: "Master, you are really the most determined man I have ever met."

"No kidding, let's start again."

The heroic spirit covered by the shadow cast by the Master looked up slightly, and there was also a soul-stirring temptation in it.

"I need another way to replenish the magic. If you resist, just close your eyes temporarily..."

The lingering sound, which was so light that it almost dissipated, was swallowed up between the lips.

Immediately afterwards, the tip of the tongue tasted the sweetest taste in the world, and the sweetness that was reluctant to leave was swallowed into the throat unconsciously along with the saliva, igniting an unbearable scorching heat in the heart and lungs.

Dantès did not close his eyes in time, as advised.

This made him destined to be unable to look away. Even after they parted, this scene was always engraved in his mind and could not be forgotten.

"Okay, master... I can't wait any longer."

Yingling's lips were already pale, but now they were as bright as a sea of ​​flowers that only appeared in spring, in stark contrast to his almost representative indifference.

He also whispered: "I can sense that he is coming and approaching us."

Outside the door, the countless undead who were desperately banging on the prison door fell silent as if the stop button had been pressed.

The screams also disappeared in an instant.

That unknown Heroic Spirit—he really came!

Wherever he went, hot, soul-burning black flames poured out, symbolizing his irrepressible rage, devouring the undead.

Ellie suddenly sensed something was wrong.

He looked at his Master in shock—yes, such intense emotion—and could hardly believe his own judgment.

"Why... is this breath..."

"Master, you... don't tell me..."

Edmond Dantès, a weak human being who has not seen the future yet.

Appearing here suddenly, a Heroic Spirit with an aura that Ellie couldn't believe.

They, unexpectedly——

At this moment, the heroic spirit finally arrived.

Just behind him, there is only a layer of iron gate that cannot form an obstacle.