swear to love heaven

Dodging the sword edge that was slashing head-on, he turned sideways deftly, and made a backhand sword, a bloodstain bloomed, and the blood mist splashed out with minced meat.

With a slip of footsteps, he stopped behind La Balza, and punched his shoulder with his left hand. The sound of the shoulder bone shattering entered the eardrum, which was crisp and pleasant.

Accompanied by the sound of bone cracking, La Balza's heart-piercing cry of pain, he staggered forward a few steps, barely supported his precarious body with his sword, his left arm hung like a rag On the side, apart from severe pain, this arm has no feeling at all.

Steady footsteps sounded from behind, like thunder and drums, echoing in his severe tinnitus, it seemed to be the sound of the god of death knocking on the door, and it was also like the chant of the priest to save the undead... Thick, deep, trance...

Gritting his teeth, turning around, he raised his sword and slashed, his movements were stiff and slow.

He remained motionless, letting La Balsa's sword edge across his left shoulder, and a piece of skin was faintly exposed in the sleeve that was split by the edge of the sword... The blue armored skin flashed a cold light, intact without any blood.

Raising his hand, before he retracted his hand, he grasped his wrist, his eyes flickered for a moment, and his five fingers tightened.He felt that his wrist bones were as fragile as dead branches in his hands, and the sound of the friction of the bones leaked through the skin. The sword that was originally held in his hand fell to the ground with a "bang", and a handful of light sand was raised.

With a sudden force, his fingertips inserted into La Balsa's wrist, and easily pinched the bone under the skin... Sticky flesh and hard bones, screaming miserably... La Balsa couldn't bear the severe pain, and his face was extremely distorted.

A pair of pupils shrouded in cyan fire seemed to be silent, and a gorgeous glow was burning behind him, against which Lemomena's figure was blood-stained, extremely coquettish, and extremely eye-catching.

Let go, and at the same time, punched him in the stomach.

La Balza felt dizzy, as if a hole had been knocked open in his abdomen, as if his internal organs had been shattered.He took several steps backwards, and fell to the ground unsteadily.

Throwing down the sword and walking towards him empty-handed, Lemomena ignored the obviously turbulent and subtle atmosphere around her, faint exclamations followed the hiss of the sword being unsheathed, but it did not disturb her firm footing. With unwavering steps, he walked straight towards La Balza, who was lying on the ground.

Coughing a few times, blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth, not caring about the image of the emperor, La Balza sat on the ground and backed away, both arms were crippled, and the only thing he could move was his two legs.

"You, you, stop! Whatever you want, I can satisfy you!" This was the last bargaining chip of the king of a country struggling on the verge of death, a shameless begging.

He didn't stop walking, and the corners of his lips rose slightly with the approaching steps. At this moment, Lemomena was like a wild beast deliberately playing with its prey. Under the pure stabbing, it couldn't hide a trace of contemptuous banter.

"All I want is your life." He opened his mouth calmly.

Continuing to retreat, La Balsa glanced around in panic, and shouted at the Hittite warriors around: "Kill this woman for me, do you hear me! She wants Lord Shi, she is the biggest enemy of the Hittites, you all Are you blind? Why don't you kill her!"

Because of his words, the atmosphere in the crowd changed significantly. The young warriors showed a bewildered expression on their faces. They looked at each other, the swords in their hands were tightly gripped, their arms slowly raised, and they looked at each other. Stopped, just froze in the blood-stained evening wind beside him.

He stopped, turned his face, looked coldly, his thin lips curled up with contempt, and remained silent.

Suddenly, a Hittite warrior squeezed out of the line, his muscular body trembling slightly, even the sword in his hand was shaking, his young face was full of fear and uneasiness.

Staring at him, with those eyes full of cold light, the blue fire flickered on and off, as if in the blink of an eye, the fire would burst out from the eyes of Lemomenna, killing this desperate Hittite warrior. Incinerate.

After a while, several fighters stood up again.

Withdrawing his gaze without saying a word, not because they were wasting time, Lemomena slowly clenched his hands into fists, his face sinking like water

The first soldier in line rushed up holding his sword in an attempt to stop Lemomenna, but the moment he lifted his front foot, he was suddenly shot down by an arrow.

Everyone was startled, they didn't know who shot the arrow, and looked around vigilantly.

Slightly startled, he stopped walking, and his keen brown eyes passed over the ashen-faced La Balza, looked towards the shadowy crowd behind him, and fell straight on a bunch of flamboyant and swaying red hair.

With a low curse, his sharp arrow-like gaze was full of warning and aggressive.

It's just that such a fierce gaze was only exchanged for Sharma's provocative smile with raised eyebrows, which also didn't give way to aggression.

Then, two more people rushed forward regardless of life and death. Like the fate of the previous Hittite, they fell almost at the same time before their feet landed, and their throats were pierced by a long arrow.

If it wasn't for the wrong timing, Lemomena absolutely believed that he would have thrown a dagger at Sharma to get rid of this woman who always likes to meddle in other people's affairs.

However, after Sharma's three arrows, it can be regarded as a wake-up call to the living... One's own life is always more important than the lives of others.

The cold and angry eyes looked at La Balza again, causing his eyes to freeze, and he struggled to crawl back.

She stepped in front of him a few steps, picked up his collar, forced him to stand up, and stood face to face with herself.

At such a close distance, Lemomena could clearly feel an aura of extreme fear, urgently oozing from the bottom of La Balsa's eyes, and through his twitching cheeks, this fear has become trembling like fallen leaves. breathe.

Slowly approaching his face, leaning close to his ear, said word by word in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "Everything you owe me, I will take it all back... goodbye, uncle."

The last word disappeared from her lips, she lowered her eyes lightly, a gleam of blue light flashed across her cheeks, hot blood splashed on her cheeks, and the bright red liquid was taken away by the green armor on the side of her face. The lightly textured nail skin meanders down, silently falling on the sandy soil at the feet.

Pushing her away, La Balza staggered half a step back, lowered his head, and stared at the wound...a...hole in his chest with horrified eyes.

A large amount of blood rushed out of the empty hole, and he even felt the sound of wind pouring in, and then flew out in circles, taking away the body temperature.

Looking up, it was panic, despair, and... the last viciousness.

He raised his left hand very slowly, under the blood was a heart that was still beating, and the strong and powerful rhythm declared the invisibility of the past... However, at this moment, this rhythm is the closest distance to death .

In this world, few people can witness how their own heart beats when they are alive, and La Balsa should be considered one of the lucky ones.

With a slight lift of the arm, the throbbing flesh and blood flew out, and landed right at La Balza's feet, sticking to the sand and forming an ugly lump.

"I've always wanted to know what color your heart is. I finally saw it today, so I'll pay you back."

She was laughing, indulgent and careless, the corners of her slightly curved eyes flashed the last brilliance of the sunset glow in the sky, clean and cold like a god.However, why does this black figure covered in blood-colored rays have the aura of being so close to a demon...God and demon can be so miraculously in the same body, it is so invulnerable that it is astonishing.

Swallowing his last breath, staring at his eyes that could not be closed, the illustrious Hittite king fell miserably in front of the eyes of everyone. The whistling wind sang a high-pitched and bright tune and flew towards the beginning of the ink mark without a whimper. dyed sky.

Above the head, Seser raised his neck and screamed, piercing through the ground with great momentum, reaching the trembling hearts of everyone.

At the end of the Orondo River, a smear of the setting sun, like crimson blood, crossed the sky, like a... wound in the sky.

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I look at you, I look at you through the night wind, I look at you through the sigh of fate, do you know...

I am waiting for you, I am waiting for you under the stars, I am waiting for you in the smile of fate, do you know...

I believe in you, I believe in you with my firm eyes, I believe in you with my whole life, do you know...

When the tears are gone, you will understand that a smile is the best way to express.

The oncoming wind brought that smiling face, and the blood that hadn't been wiped off was still glaring.However, the clear and elegant light brown color in her eyes is gentle, but it is so charming that the wind in her ears almost loses her way.

Those slender and well-proportioned arms spread out gracefully, towards her, and a memory was quietly opened at the same time... It seems that she always embraces her with these arms; it seems that she always hugs her with these arms. Her arms protect her; it seems that she always uses these arms to block everything... It seems that they have always had each other like this, but they have never spoken their vows.

"I came back alive, Khaleesi." She said, with a faint smile, and the fire-like light that lit up the dark night quietly bloomed in the corners of her eyes.

Laughing, the tears of the stars, with the brilliance of gratitude to God.

Rushing into that warm embrace without hesitation, the force was so great that Lemomena's laughter trembled. The laughter of the two people was mixed with each other's ups and downs, and there was an inaudible tremor of joy.

Embracing her slightly chilled body, Kalisi laughed and burst into tears, thanking the gods for their mercy over and over again, pity her loneliness, pity her heart that is afraid of growing old in loneliness... …Heart.