Heartbreaker

Five hours ago, outside the Tattoo Castle.

"I have to go in, that kid might need my help."

Chichikov put the black centipede that crawled out of the castle into the box, sucked his reddened nose, and said to the marshal of the Winter Ting Army in a low voice.The cold wind swirled and rolled up the White Lion Army flag. Before Buckhouse could speak, Fallows stepped forward, stared at the old man closely and said, "What help? We have entrusted the horn, why didn't he blow it?"

Chichikov glanced at him, "You should ask him yourself, little swordsman."

Fallows stared at him and said, "We know your background, your name is Chichikov. When Lemon Bone Spur went around doing evil, you also played a role."

Chichikov snorted, "The young man is suspicious, not at all aboveboard, like a knight?"

Fallows said, "Don't try to change the subject. He didn't want to use the power of the Winter Ting Army, but instead sneakily called you in. Are you planning some trick?"

"There is no need to plan for you people." The old man cast a sideways glance at the young knight and said, "Or is your statement about the identity of the treasure all fabricated?"

"Don't stop me, Fallows." The marshal said in a deep voice, "Let him in and help the kid see the situation."

Only then did Fallows sheath his sword resentfully, sit down on a cold rock and sulk, rubbing the snow on his face.Chichikov proudly smoked his pipe and walked towards the castle. The marshal saw the figure of the old man disappearing into the castle. Then he walked up to Aiko and patted the little knight on the shoulder.

"Although you said you hated Lemon Bonespur." The old marshal looked at the whitish-blue sky, the fine white light escaping from behind the shallow cloud bank, "but you have been paying attention to him, from fighting him to beheading." You never took your eyes off him when he started killing cannibals. You are always the first to notice when something happens to him."

The leather on the gauntlet was hard on his cheek, and Fallows said in a muffled voice, "I just can't understand, how can there be such... I mean, evil people exist in this world? I admit that I admire him, admire his This kind of shocking courage and madness, like a gladiator fighting in blood and wild sand, makes me even want to compete with him..."

As the young knight spoke, he grabbed a snowball and threw it away as if venting his anger.Fallows took a deep breath, and rolled his eyes towards the sky in anger and helplessness, "But I have to say, I can't even communicate with him at the most basic level. That Lemon Bone Spur is a guy who wants to bite everyone. A mouthful of a mad dog! God, like he can't talk without some organs, swearing at everyone! I'm really—”

"Then let me ask you," the marshal said, looking at his son calmly, "in case the crown reveals that he is Prince Lemon Sol, the last royal line, what are you going to do?"

Fallows rose abruptly, rubbing his face and hair, messing up the golden-brown braids.He walked back and forth on the snow for several times, and after a long time, he put down his hand rubbing his face as if resigned to his fate, and said, "What else can I do? Let him scold and beat him, anyway, I will stick to my principles. Can't change him, leave it to the hell time."

"You used to know Prince Airon very well." The marshal said, "know his hobbies, interests, and even the habit of using the sword. Then how much do you know about Prince Lymon? Don't talk to me about being gentle and shy, just communicate with him. have you been?"

"..." Fallows recalled seriously, "...No."

"Then do you want to hear about this little prince now? Although I don't know much about it, I should know more about it than you..."

"No need, let's wait until he is confirmed by the crown!"

Fallows walked aggressively to one side, pointing to a soldier to compete with swordsmanship.The sound of sword clashing was clear and bright on the vast snow field. The Marshal quietly looked at his irritable son, then turned his head to look at the tattoo castle, which was as silent as stagnant water, and his vicissitudes of brows slowly frowned.

He subconsciously put his hand under his left chest, feeling the pain and scar behind through the armor.The north wind fluctuated from time to time, blowing on his silver-white hair and blowing across the lonely and distant land.The marshal rested his hand on his forehead tiredly, and after a while he heard the creaking of leather boots stepping on the snow. Fallows came back with his hair like a chicken coop, his face was flushed, and he said, "Tell... tell me about his Come on, father."

The father and son talked for half a day, until the night fell, and the dark and gorgeous sun rays and the sparse stars complemented each other, Marshal Buckhouse got up, stared at the more gloomy Fort of No Man in the night, frowned and said, " It didn't come out at this time, it doesn't seem too good..."

"I think we should go in when the old man goes in." Fallows said, "Father, there is nothing to worry about. We have all checked the castle, and there is no one in it. There is no 'Blood Queen' at all. That scene The auditory hallucinations are likely to be a cover-up to scare us, not to mention that Lemon Bone Spur letting other people in is an omen in itself—the situation is not terrible. You don't have to worry about us disobeying the order of the Blood Queen, which will put his life in danger. "

"You're right, Fallows." The marshal sighed and called out to the soldiers behind him, "Everyone get ready, we'll go into the tattoo castle to investigate again, the situation is unclear now, so don't take it lightly!"

"Yes!"

The soldiers of the Winter Ting Legion responded loudly, quickly picked up their helmets and swords, and sneaked into the castle with the marshal.The icy blue flag was blown up and flying by the night wind, standing in the snow and staring at the figures of the people, like a night light staring at a passing traveler, becoming more lonely as the sky sinks.

****

The silver pterosaur bit my neck, and I could feel its sharp teeth burrowing into my neck, and its venom seeping into my veins—it turned out that this is the end of carelessness.I thought that Elliott's use of my parents' souls was the last risky move, but I didn't expect him to simply set a trap on the holy sword.

And it's a dragon.The death of the wizard in Huapai Town must have been his conspiracy.In addition to the wizard, he may have several magicians as his subordinates. They surrounded the eyeball that could see the future, and observed my predicament and embarrassment with a smile, laughing at how overwhelmed I was.

Just like I teased that ant in my palm.damn it.Look, Lemon Bonespur, this is the way you're going, every step he takes he'll reach out and knock you down the abyss if he wants to, and there's no turning back.You can either die with hatred, or you can live in ugliness—the pig head gave you two options, ask, tell me, what do you choose...

In fact, whether I answer or not, he will know my answer.Like a prying eye that may appear all the time in the dark night, he just wants to spy on my answer with his own eyes, using those two eyes to make me unobstructed, penetrate into the depths of my heart, and force me to admit my weakness , forcing me to admit my useless struggle.

Made me fear him.

My neck gradually swelled and turned into a circle of purple-black sarcoma, and purple veins appeared on the skin, like bright tattoos, wrapping around my arms.The silver pterosaur sucked on my neck like a leech.I grabbed its tail and wanted to tear it off, but the fangs were deeply embedded in my flesh, and when I pulled it, it was as painful as cutting bones and flesh.

"Uh...uh...ah..." I roared and fell down the steps, bumping my head against the stone pillar.The silver pterosaur burrowed into my skin, like Chichikov's centipede that burrowed into my body.Then, like a piece of ice, it was melting, melting into my hot blood, rushing eagerly and viciously in my body like the spread of the plague.

"Get out of here—!" I roared heart-piercingly, took a knife to cut off a piece of flesh in my abdomen, and stretched my hand into my body, with red eyes trying to tear out the haunting dragon.I heard my own bison-like roar in my ear, shaking my brain, and playing a loud and noisy symphony with the dull pain.Ah, damn it, I suddenly thought of Luo.I almost called out his name, Satan, I wanted to kiss him, thinking about it now, thinking of shaking all over, thinking of every nerve screaming.

"I... nothing... don't choose..."

The violent pain traveled through my whole body like a flame, as if some sharp instrument chopped me finely along a certain vein.I twitched and dug the bloody hole in my abdomen, only to find slippery intestines and sticky blood on my hands.Where is that damn dragon?My left shoulder began to swell, connecting to my left cheek, my lips swelled like a sausage, my eyeballs bulged, my arms bulged with thin scales, as if infected with scaly skin, my skin was dry and cracked, and there was a sense of mystery of silver.

"The choices you gave me...I don't want to..."

I fell to the ground and rolled, the blood clotted into a sticky trail.My deformed giant palm can no longer hold anything, and the bone cutter is at my feet, looking at my struggling figure with a sigh.I pressed the top of my head against the hard stone pillar, gritted my teeth, trying to restrain the foreign body sensation that flooded my whole body, and yelled:

"I will kick you off the throne, I want your life to be worse than death!"

A sword edge suddenly cut through my arm, overflowing with purple-black pus and blood. I roared wildly, and my bulging eyes saw the terrified and resolute face of Marshal Buckhouse.Before every boy grows up, there will be a shining hero in his heart as an example, and this old marshal is the glory I admired most when I was a child.He is an epic legend, our iron-blooded shield, he lifted me up high, made me open my arms in mid-air like a bird, and told me not to put down the sword in my hand at any time...

How I would like to forget all this and let these happy years be buried with the dead "Lymon Sol".

"Hold on, Lemon!"

He lowered his head and sucked on my wound.I felt that the things spreading in my body like mucus were suddenly stopped by some external force, and they rushed towards the wound I had been cut by Marshal Buckhouse like jellyfish swept by the tide.And I saw the outline of the silver pterosaur that hadn't completely merged into the blood, like a cancerous tumor swimming under my skin.Once he wanted to spit out the sucked pus and blood, the cancerous tumor would swim back quickly in this brief moment, so cunning that he couldn't even block the escape route with his hands.

So he didn't have a chance to spit out the poisonous blood. I watched him suck out the cancerous tumor and inhale it into his lungs.His body was as swollen and deformed as I've ever experienced it, like a troll conceived inside him.His hoarse voice was like a broken saw blade, resting on every nerve of mine. He was full of heat, his skin turned purple, and his wrinkles were sunken.No one sucked out the poisonous dragon for him, and he endured to the limit.

boom--!

Soon, the body of Marshal Buckhouse cracked the armor and turned into a silver pterosaur, breaking through the secret room.The gravel fell, smashing my head and blood, and he slammed left and right like out of control, roaring mournfully.There is a terrifying scar under his heart, like a spider web binding his chest, as if it was pierced by a falling iron rod back then, until now there is still a sunken hole in human skin.

And I watched helplessly, seeing how he lost control and struggled.My bone cutter was buried under the rocks, and I couldn't even move.

****

"Chief Knight, the marshal asked us to guard here, and enter the secret room alone to find Lemon Bone Spur?"

Fallows leaned against the wall, bowing his head in thought.A soldier next to him couldn't help asking, and glanced suspiciously at Chichikov, who was smoking a pipe not far away, "I still think the two of them are up to something, and they don't want us to know..."

"I want to know, when Lei Meng comes out, you can ask him yourself." Chichikov spat, and said coldly, "I know that they are gossiping and suspicious behind their backs, really fucking like a group of bitches The Dong Ting Army of the Wanjiang Empire, who are brave and good at fighting, has such virtues, no wonder they can't defend their own territory."

A irascible soldier immediately drew his sword and pointed at Chichikov, "Old man, can you say it again?!"

"Put down your sword!" Pharos snapped.The soldier was startled for a moment, bowed his head and put away his sword, and apologized to Chichikov.Fallows said quietly, "He is right, we did not defend our territory. No matter who tells this fact, we should face up to the shame we once had."

The soldiers all lowered their heads and remained silent.Chichikov snorted and shook his head.Fallows took a deep breath, raised his piercing eyes, and said, "Don't forget the humiliation of destroying the country, and keep the knight's maxims in mind at all times. This is the attitude we should have. Once we sailed in the dark sea, There are no sails to face the wind, no lighthouses to navigate, but it is different now. Maybe we will have a new monarch, the Winter Ting Army has been silent for a long time, and this opportunity is waiting for it!"

He said loudly, "Tell me, do you believe in the monarch, the Winter Ting Army, Marshal Buckhouse, and the sword in your hands?!"

The soldiers shouted, "Believe it!"

"Okay, cheer up! The marshal will soon lead our real prince, the future monarch, out of here. At that time, we will greet him with the most dignified appearance—"

There was a bang, and there was a loud explosion-like sound from the other end of the secret passage, and the flying dust slammed into the four directions like hailstones.The soldiers propped up their shields to withstand the impact of the gravel, and Chichikov quickly got into a safe place to hide.

After the impact of the stone weakened, Fallows poked his head out in the misty smoke and stared at the vague and huge silhouette not far away.The other soldiers also held up their shields and swords, and looked at each other nervously, "What happened?!"

"Roar--!"

An earth-shattering roar almost sent people flying.Fallows approached slowly against the howling wind, and finally, behind the scattered smoke and dust, he saw the behemoth that was destroying the castle.

It is a train.Flicking the huge silver tail, it slowly approached him, and let out a vague whimper, like a crying human being.Fallows widened his eyes in astonishment. This silver pterosaur was not huge, but it was as tall as three people.It stumbled towards him from the other side of the ruined wall, its eye sockets were covered with rough and hard dragon armor, and something shiny was constantly hanging down from the corners of its sad eyes.

it is crying.

****

"Dragon! It's a dragon!"

"Knight Commander, please step back!"

The shouts of the soldiers spread quickly. Chichikov poked his head out, squinted at the silver pterosaur for a while, and suddenly shouted, "Wait! That's not a dragon, it's your marshal!"

The soldiers who heard this widened their eyes in horror, and shouted in unison, "Nonsense, how could this dragon be our marshal!"

"Satan..." Chichikov murmured, with cold sweat rolling down his forehead, "that kid is in his stomach..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

The dragon took staggering steps, staring at the young knight with tears in his eyes, and his huge body fell down.The earth shook as if it could open a canyon.Fallows stared blankly at the dragon, his sword-raised arm was trembling, and there was something familiar hidden in those mournful eyes, which made his legs go weak.

The young knight froze in place.The silver pterosaur stared at him, its eyes were bloodshot, it opened its bloody mouth suddenly, but closed it tightly like a cliff reining in its horse, turned its head and crazily hit the unbroken stones, and let out a desperate roar from its mouth.

"Your marshal has turned into a dragon." In the chaotic scene, only Chichikov's voice remained calm, "He can't control his cannibalistic instinct, he is resisting, you should hurry up and put your little one to death." Bring the knight commander back."

As he said that, the old man stepped forward and shouted at Fallows, "Lemon Bone Spur! The real crown prince recognized by the king's crown is in the belly of this dragon—you guessed it? That's right, this dragon It's your father, who fell into Elliott's tricks, became like this, and swallowed your future king out of control! Whether you want your deformed father or a dying king, make a decision quickly, little knight !"

Fallows heard the words that had been ringing behind him.He heard the shouts of other soldiers, the cold and anxious roar of the old man, and the clanging of the sword in his hand.

"Father..." He stared blankly at the silver pterosaur in front of him, his lips parted, and two lines of tears slid down his cheeks.

——Tell me, what is the meaning of your sword?

—Fight for my king.

"Woo... woo... ho..."

The hard forehead of the silver pterosaur smashed through the last rock, and sparkling tears burst out of its eyes again.It stood up, waved its wings with difficulty, and pointed its rough jaw at its abdomen.

——This dragon is your father. He fell into Elliott's poisonous plan and became like this, and he lost control and swallowed your future king!

"No...it's not true...Father—!"

Fallows whimpered in despair, tears rolling down his face, blurring his vision.He let out a mournful roar, dropped the sword in his hand, knelt on the broken ground with both legs, and wept bitterly while hugging his head.

"Oh-God-gods-why-why-"

The silver pterosaur stared at the collapsed and crying knight, closed his cloudy eyes, and burst into tears.It bent its neck, picked up the sword at the knight's feet with its teeth, and slowly handed it to him.

【Fallows...】

The old and hoarse voice seemed to be an illusion created by his own mind, and Fallows let go of his tightly held head.The dragon held out the cold sword before his eyes, and the young knight took it with tears in his eyes, crying like a homeless child.He stood up with his sword in his hand, the dragon took a few steps back slowly, tears formed two puddles by his feet, and turned his bulging belly towards the edge of his sword.

"Listen to my orders!"

Howled he weeping, "Kill the dragon—save our king!"

The soldiers cried out in grief, "Knight Commander, that is our marshal, the marshal of the Winter Ting Army!"

"No, he is no longer the marshal, he is the dragon that swallowed our king!" cried Pharos, "quick! Save the king before he is dead, do you want your marshal to die in vain? !"

【Fallows...】

Looking at the young knight rushing towards his figure, the dragon's tears stopped, it closed its tired eyes, and its abdomen slowly rose and fell with its breathing.Time seemed to freeze into a looping rope, Long stared at his young son for a long time, the tenacious knight of Wanjiang, the hard dragon's mouth gradually bent into a soft arc.

【Remember... the sword in your hand... the meaning of existence...】

"I remember—I will always remember!" roared the young knight, rushing towards the dragon that had swallowed his lord, with tearful eyes, "—and fight for my king till the end of life and glory!"

****

The dragon's teeth chew me...

The dragon's saliva sets me on fire...

The dragon's scales tore me apart...

The dragon said, I will bite you, burn you, and hurt you...

Why are you not dead yet...

This rough song echoed in my head as if it had told me my whole life.The surrounding area is full of soft flesh squeezing me, scalding like pulp, exuding mucus that eats away at my hands and feet.The high temperature that can scald human flesh and the acid that can corrode metal wrapped me up. I knew that I was in the belly of a dragon, and I knew that the dragon swallowed me for no reason, and I knew that I might not die.

But I was strangled by a pair of invisible hands, by the fear that once took root in my heart.It suffocates me and maybe kills me after a while.I stretched out my hands to break the non-existent shackles around my neck, screaming, and my throat was burned by the mucus dripping from my mouth.Why resist, why roar?No one will come to rescue you, no one can hear your voice, you are swallowed alone into the belly of the evil dragon, even if you know that the end will melt into a puddle of particles, why do you still resist?

Because I can feel my struggle, I can hear my voice.They prove that I am alive, that I have not been abandoned by myself.The threads of kinship are cut off one by one, and the threads of love will only bind me tighter and tighter. What I hold in my hands is only my own hand, and what I embrace is only my own broken body.I shouted, in a closed space, I don't even know if I'm really alive, maybe it's just my last obsession, I'm not so empty that I can't even recognize my own existence.I am Lymon Bonespur, and no one can kill me, not even dragons—

Anger surged in my chest, I spurted out blood and scorching anger, stretched out my bloody arm, trying to tear the flesh | wall that trapped me.A ray of light suddenly drilled out of the dark flesh bag, making me think that the world opened a gap.

My naked body is entwined with vine-like flesh and blood. They squirm on my skin like a living thing, entwining me more and more tightly.The light is getting closer and closer to me, and the cold breath that does not belong to the dragon's belly blows towards my face.When I was stunned by the light, a golden-brown head appeared in the center of my pupils, and the blood-stained silver armor was like lightning after the clouds.He grabbed my blood-red body with one hand, and held up the cold and shining sword with the other, chopped the fleshy vines wrapped around my back, and put me in his arms as I fell.

"For you, my king."

Hearing his choked cry, my hands and feet twitched, my throat was sweet, and I passed out again, falling into darkness.