Heartbreaker

a year ago.

"I never thought you would become like this."

One-eyed Ior stood behind the mahogany desk in the marshal's office, staring at the oil paintings on the wall for a while.Backhouse stood by the window, looking at the gray sky like a tomb in the snow, and said, "The Silver Knight."

One-eyed Ior said flatly, "I am no longer a knight, please don't call me that, Marshal Plummer."

Buckhouse still didn't look at him, the gully between his brows made his eyes sharp like a sword, and a worn cashmere cloak was draped over his thin back, "You are indeed not a knight. You have committed crimes and crimes for several years, and all the people who died under your hands There were hundreds of people."

"That's right." Ai Er said indifferently, "And I'm not even a good person. You should know my bad deeds these years. I'm a gangster, and what I did is enough to go to the [-]th floor of hell."

"I know what you did." The old marshal turned around slowly, staring at the cold man in front of him and said, "I just want to know, don't you feel guilty?"

"what?"

"I am ashamed of the Knights' Code, of the king of Wanjiang Empire, of the people of Vulture City, and of the innocent souls who died under your command." Backhouse said quietly, "I'm curious, how can a person Survive the guilt and regret that can overwhelm the body and mind. Although we didn't communicate much in the past, I understand who you are."

Ior said calmly, "I am what you see now."

The marshal slowed down his voice, "You should have died four years ago. Your Majesty is with you. Maybe you will push everyone into the abyss indifferently, but you will not be the only king."

"The relationship between you..." Buckhouse stared straight at the one-eyed Ior, and said, "It's unusual. King Wanjiang doesn't love his queen, he loves his personal guard knights. This is also the case of the king and queen. The main cause of emotional discord."

One-eyed Ie clenched his fists tightly, and a crack appeared on that face as hard as iron, which seemed to be embarrassment and sorrow.He tried his best to control his emotions, and said coldly, "Are you trying to condemn me by saying this, Marshal?"

"I have absolutely no intention of that." Backhouse said, "But after thinking about it, I think there is only one reason that can explain the current situation clearly."

"..."

"Lymon Bone Spur." Marshal Backhouse put one hand on the table, stared at the man in front of him, and asked word by word, "He is the Prince Lemon who was sent to the Peak of Soul Cinders back then, the king of the Sol royal family. The only descendant, right?"

"He's your reason for living."

****

I lay on Ai Er's back, staring at the empty wilderness, suddenly exhausted, and wanted to fall asleep.The din of burning the city lingered behind us for a long time, and those rebels were still searching for my trace.My leg was broken, and I felt exhausted after losing blood, and the knife was shattered into powder.

One-eyed Aiur was still running, like a sharp knife that never rusted, dripping hot sweat into my skin through a layer of coarse cloth.This reminds me of the scene when he carried me out of the snow field three years ago.

At that time, he was as strong and resolute as he is now, and he sneaked me out of the city amidst the overwhelming snowflakes, leaving a long series of white footprints meandering in the endless snow.I thought that he and I would die in the ice and snow together, but his footsteps crossed the boundary between life and death, and pulled my dying soul back to my body, making me wake up again.

He saved my life.

My thoughts were in a mess, and the one-eyed Aiur quickly jumped into a small courtyard, opened the cellar, and let me down.

"Lymon." He wiped the hot sweat from his face, opened the cellar door, and panted, "You are hiding here."

After he finished speaking, he rolled up a quilt from the house, wrapped it in my black cloak, and carried it on his back.Before he walked out of the cellar, I grabbed his clothes, "Where are you going?!"

"..." One-eyed Ai Er paused, turned around and looked at me.In the dark cellar, I couldn't see his expression clearly, so I could only open my eyes as wide as possible, "You can't go, are you going to die for me? I don't agree."

I gritted my teeth and wanted to stand up from the ground, but my shoulders were pressed down by the one-eyed Aiur.I struggled angrily, but I heard him say, "Lemon, that undead named 'Ro' will definitely come back to find you, he will heal you, and take you away from here—so you must survive until that moment."

"..."

I struggled for a while, and the next moment, he put his rough palm on my head, rubbed my dirty head, and said with a smile, "I've wanted to do this for a long time, but I don't want to You won't be happy...always give up."

With a snap, I grabbed his wrist, my eyes were bloodshot, "Aiel, I'm going out with you. I know you're going out to save Raig and Eminem. I don't need anyone's protection, and I will never back down is behind."

"No, Lemon." One-eyed Ior said calmly, "You must stay here. If you insist on your own opinion, I will knock you unconscious."

I felt my whole body tense, "Why...?"

"Because you have more reason to live than anyone else." He said with a faint smile, "You are always immersed in the hatred of the past, but you never think that you are lucky enough. Not everyone can get up under the ravages of fate , not everyone can get out of hell with a passion, and not everyone can bravely look into the abyss, even if the hope is slim, humble like a moth to a flame..."

"And you did."

I yelled loudly, reached out and grabbed the furnishings around me and got up to follow him out of the cellar.He knocked me down with one punch and bound my hands and feet with ropes.I lay on the ground and writhed, with saliva dripping from my lips, and an indistinct choke came out of my mouth. I watched him pull out a shining silver sword from the package at his waist.

I recognized it, it was the holy sword that only belonged to the Silver Knights, the "Blood of Christ".He made a few random gestures in mid-air, and instantly the silver light filled the dark room.I saw his frown stretched out, he clutched the hilt of his sword tightly, and walked out of the cellar without hesitation.

"Lymon." His tired and straight back was like a rock standing still for thousands of years, and he held the dummy made of mattress in one hand, and his deep voice echoed in my ears, "Remember, wait for your undead to come back and find you." You. If he can’t come back, wait for your strength to recover enough to break free from the rope, and then escape from Vulture City. Chichikov and Popolo should join you outside the city.”

"Damn it, the Silver Scale Knight must stay by the king's side!" I yelled at his back, my vision gradually blurred, "I won't let you go alone, do you hear me!..."

With a bang, the door of the cellar was closed, and the darkness that could not be seen shrouded this corner of the space, completely blocking my hoarse roar.

****

One-eyed Ie carried the dummy on his back, looked around vigilantly, and ran in the opposite direction of the cellar!The sound of the wind is faint, like the footsteps of the undead.He didn't dare to slack off, lest if he ran too slowly, the boy in the cellar would be in danger.

Just as he ran across three streets, stepped over the frozen corpses that had been frozen to the ground, and hid under the eaves of a house, a cyan and white intertwined light hit him, hurting his eyes.The rubble on the eaves fell one after another, and the one-eyed Ie sharply avoided the deadly place. At the same time, the light scythe pierced through his armpit swiftly and cunningly, stabbing the dummy to pieces!

"...Oh, lie to me." The female undead grabbed the mattress wrapped in the black cloak in her hand, sneered a few times, and the fabric hissed and shattered into pieces.

"..." One-eyed Aihe was sweating on his forehead, facing the murderous female undead, he asked calmly, "Where's my eldest brother and second brother?"

The female undead said, "If you tell me where Lemon Bone Spur is hiding, I will tell you their whereabouts."

"Why are you so obsessed with Lymon?" One-eyed Ior said coldly, "If I'm not mistaken, Elliott just wants him to taste the taste of despair, but you want to kill him."

The female undead sneered, "It's none of your business. I just want to kill him, even if Elliot will kill me later, I don't care."

"You have killed many people." Ai Er said, "There is a bluish-white flame on your sickle. You were also responsible for the massacre of the Wanjiang Empire five years ago? You are the bloodthirsty undead itself, which seems to be Gesen The summoned one is actually your master Elliott."

He paused, then said in a deep voice, "At that time you were still a little girl."

"So what if you know all of this?" The female undead clenched her scythe coldly and smiled bloodily, "No matter how much the dead know, it won't help."

"I just want to know why." Ai Er said, "Since you know that undead named 'Luo', you should have been a citizen of the Wanjiang Empire. What made you the undead kingslayer? Is it just The 'soul covenant'?"

The female undead sneered, "There are not so many reasons. The dead soul is not bound by the so-called national boundaries and bloodlines. I recognize whoever is the master. In my opinion, the people who become the Wanjiang Empire are still the people who become the Twilight Empire. There is no difference between people, a cruel fate will not become warm and bright, and a desperate life will not be revived. There is no identity in front of life and death, and everyone is naked|naked."

She took a step forward, waved the scythe, and the blue-white flames flickered in her eyes, "I have no patience to play cat and mouse with you. Tell me, where is Lemon Bone Spur?!"

Saying that, the female undead yelled angrily, swung her scythe and slashed at the one-eyed man not far away!All of a sudden, a strong wind blew up, rocks rolled, and dust mixed with dead leaves flew all over the sky.The sharp sound of the exchange of sharp blades shook a wave of fluctuating air, violently like a vortex rushing around.

When the gray smoke cleared, the female undead opened her blood-red eyes and felt the power under the scythe.She took a closer look, and saw a sword with cold light and double-edged swords was being held in the hands of a one-eyed man, its sharp edge was like a silver moon and snow.One-eyed Aiur used the holy sword to defend against the scythe's attack, his cold and resolute face was as firm as a rock.

And his arm holding the sword was suddenly covered with dense silver rays of light, like slender silver-white fingers climbing upwards, passing through his chest, covering his back, sliding towards his legs and feet, until Every blood vessel in his body emitted a silver splendor, like a layer of silver armor covering his body, shining like stars.

"This is the full power of the 'Blood of Christ'." One-eyed Aiur said quietly in the dazzling cold front of the sword, his brows were tightly frowned, and his dark pupils were full of silver-white deterrence, "Don't underestimate human beings. determination and faith, undead."

He shouted angrily, and rushed towards the undead alone, the tip of the sword exploded countless dazzling lightning bolts in the night!The undead took his blows, shrunk their scythes, and fought him by strength alone.One-eyed Ior slashed at the sword hastily, not daring to breathe for a moment.

It's really strange, the undead was originally a nightmare in his heart.He failed to prevent the tragedy five years ago, but now that the past happened again, the fear never seemed to stop in his heart.In the past, when he swung his sword, he only wanted to win.How to defeat the enemy as quickly and fiercely as possible, using your mind instead of instinct.He is a knight, first of all he must be decent and noble, and his posture must not be unsightly at any time.

But at this moment, there was a stronger thought than "victory" urging him to stab out the blade non-stop.The undead's movements are very light, and he can easily hold a scythe that is five or six times higher than his body, but he gradually exhausts all his strength, like a bereaved dog struggling desperately, running exhausted under the stick.

"Actually, the most sensible thing to do is to tell me the whereabouts of Lemon Bone Spur, and go find your brother whose life or death is unknown. I will let you out of Vulture City, and you can spend the rest of your life in peace."

The female undead sneered in the gap between sharp blades, "In this world, regardless of dignity, honor and belief, survival is the first priority of human beings. People who can't even survive are like ants. There is nothing you can do about it. If you are so fragile, what qualifications do you have to talk about higher ideals? What do you think?"

One-eyed Aiur sneered, "So you are nothing more than an undead—a dead human, a broken soul."

Even if born like ants—

The silver-white sword light burst out with bright light, and he stabbed at the female undead's rib with all his strength, roaring, "I have my own pride and belief!"

The female undead only felt a blur in front of her eyes, and the sharp holy sword broke through layers of air waves, stabbing towards her face!The silver light was like a sharp dagger. When she came back to her senses, the arm holding the scythe was broken from her body, and the scythe shattered into small blue-white balls of light that filled the sky. The sword light shrouded her arms like a spider web, tightly bound the section.

The one-eyed Ai Er did not retreat, he stared at the blood-red eye, and was about to turn the blade as quickly as possible, and split the body of the female undead horizontally——

puff.

"..."

A viscous muffled sound emanated from his body, like an eyeball being trampled.At the critical moment, the female undead stuck the blade with the remaining part of the broken arm.One-eyed Aihe paused, his face became pale and stiff in an instant, and the blood faded a little bit.He was basically leaning halfway on the body of the female undead, who retreated slightly, revealing a bloody wrist.

The hand knife of the undead pierced into the man's heart, and as the weight of the man's whole body pressed down, it penetrated deeper and deeper into the viscera, and there were continuous cracking sounds.

One-eyed Aihe spat out a mouthful of blood, his eyes stared blankly, his sight was out of focus, and his pupils gradually lost their spirit.And the female undead supported his body with its broken internal organs, looked over his shoulder, and quietly looked at the vast mountains in the distance.

"Whenever I see someone dying in the dark, I can't bear it and want to tell the truth." The female undead said calmly, although her tone was full of regret, there was a weird smile on her lips.

"The object you risked your life to protect, Prince Thor, Lemon Bonespur. He is actually..."

****

The walls around the cellar shook, coming from the tremors of the earth above.I was gasping for breath in the dark, burning with anxiety at the thought that blind Io might be confronting the dead woman.

"damn it……"

I twisted my wrist, trying to break free from the rope.One-eyed Ior didn't lie to me, he really didn't tie the knot. After countless blood blisters and red marks, my wrist was finally free.I sat up and first felt the tingle of tinnitus penetrate my brain.In a daze, I tried to grab the thick rope around my ankle, but the cellar shook more violently than before, and I fell headfirst to the side.

"Huh...huh..." My eyes were dizzy, my saliva dripped down, and I was panting, like a stupid mentally retarded person.In the haze, I seemed to be back on that hospital bed again, my body full of bee needles twitched, and my saliva flowed all over the pillow and the skirt of my chest.A group of monks were busy around me, I could hear the crisp sound of the tail needle falling into the plate, and even louder was the gurgle of my saliva.

【Lemon...】

When the painful memory picture was about to be shattered, a soft and anxious voice suddenly burst out from the bottom of my heart, causing a shudder to surge up my spine.It took me a long time to realize that it wasn't my body shaking too much, but the whole earth was shaking crazily.

There were crackling and breaking sounds in the darkness all around, as well as the sound of wooden tables and chairs falling to the ground.I lay on the ground like a limp waste, letting the overwhelming destruction befall me.In the horror I could hear the walls crumbling from thin to heavy, and the falling dust covered my eyelids.There was an explosion sound above the cellar, probably caused by the air wave from the undead scythe...

【Lemon...】

The voice was getting closer.I was hot all over, and desire began to clamor under the threat of fear.The crown of my head felt wet and sticky, and the clots of blood that had clotted on my hair seemed to seep into the roots, and I was sure that when I washed the dust off, it would be as bright and fiery as ever.

Oh, look, you are not Lemon Thor, you are Lemon Bone Spur.

With a bang, I heard a loud crash of the wall collapsing.I close my eyes and prepare for my fate to come.Maybe my strong muscles and bones will not die in this collapse, maybe my brain that is on the verge of collapse will accelerate the exhaustion of my life, I don’t want to think about it anymore, I relax my body, just listen to the falling fragments sound like the sky is about to collapse growl--

"Lemon!"

That ethereal voice rang in my ears thoroughly and clearly.I opened my eyelids weakly, and a boulder fell from the top of my head immediately, covering my vision!I clenched my teeth, but my head and body suddenly fell into a soft embrace.

"Uh……"

When everything subsided and everything was silent, the cold air outside the cellar broke in along the broken gap.I heard the painful gasp of another person in my ear.He straightened up slowly, gravel and dust fell from under his black cloak, and behind him was the clear night sky after the clouds had cleared.

"Lemon..."

He held my face in his trembling hands and let out a choked up cry of surprise.I was so tired that I couldn't open my eyes, but I felt something cold and soft brush against my cheeks, plump and full of sensuality and elasticity, gently resting on my lips.

The familiar outline made me immediately understand who the other party was, and I called out between the four lips, "Luo..."

He said with the same eager and joyful voice, "Lymon...it's me...it's great, you didn't..."

I didn't wait for my undead to finish speaking, I grabbed his skirt, kissed him, and rolled his tongue into my mouth.He was staggered by me, and when the tip of his tongue slipped in, he was bitten hard by me!

"Ugh...!"

He trembled all over, as if he felt severe pain, cool liquid dripped out from the wound on the tip of his tongue, and dripped into my mouth.I grabbed him and sucked the tip of his tongue fiercely and forcefully, sucking the blood from the tip of his tongue, which made him whimper in pain.The cold liquid entered my stomach from my mouth, and I felt the powerlessness of the collapse slowly dissipate, and the swelling and pain in my ankle also gradually eased.I sucked his blood as if venting my anger, and only pulled him away from my lips until I felt that my body had almost recovered.

"..."

Luo's body trembled weakly, and there were two rows of tooth marks on the tip of his blue-purple tongue, as well as the residue that I hadn't sucked into my stomach.And I stroked my messy bloody hair, looked up at him, but was stunned in place.

My undead sits obediently in front of me, the skin on the face is covered with large and small pits and blood holes as if eaten by moths, like a mud wall with peeling paint.A long and narrow puddle of blood started from the corner of his left lip and went straight to his left ear, revealing hideous gums and white bones, which looked shocking as if a piece of flesh had been shoveled off.

"Lemon, are you feeling better?" asked the battered monster.