Radiant Enemy

When Konchuf pointed the tip of the sword at Hilgna's back, Dilmudo looked at Hilgna spiritually as if blessed by God.

At that moment, all the scenery in Dilmudo's eyes slowed down. He could see the flickering cold light on the front of Kang Chufu's iron sword, and he could see Hilgna's back exposed to the sword under the tip.

Dilmudo suddenly understood why he came to this era.

Ahh, I must exist for this moment.

Dilmudo's body twisted his own body at an unbelievably soft angle. The two spears in his hands were still piercing into the enemy's chest. It would be too late if he wanted to pull out the weapons and come back for help.

So Dilmudo gave up the weapon that he had no time to take back, and rushed directly towards Hilgna.

The sound of the sword tip piercing into the flesh shouldn't have been so loud, but the tearing sound of muscle fibers being ripped apart by the blade echoed in Hilgna's ears like thunder.

Dilmudo coughed out a mouthful of blood, which contained fragments of internal organs, and the sweet smell of rust filled his entire throat.

Kang Chufu's sword is naturally not comparable to ordinary weapons. The fairy sword that was enchanted and blessed by many forest gods pierced into Dilmud's chest without any hindrance, and cut off two-thirds of his spiritual core. .

If it was a human being, he should have died immediately after receiving such a fatal injury, but fortunately Dilmudo was a dead heroic spirit, and even though he lost most of his spirit core, he was still able to keep moving for the time being.

Dilmudo could feel the rapid loss of blood and vitality from his body, and if this continued in just a few minutes, he would turn into light particles and disappear completely.

The black-haired knight looked down at the white-haired king who was protected intact by him, and showed a satisfied smile: "Fortunately, you are safe and sound..."

Hilgna's stunned eyes were full of anger and regret. He soon realized that the contract between Diarmuid and himself was uncertain, and it might be a matter of time before he was forced to cancel it.

He held Dilmudo's cheek decisively, and then kissed it forcefully.

The magic power passed through the lips and teeth where Hilgna and Dilmudo intersected, but it was a drop in the bucket after all.

Diarmuid's spiritual core was like a hole, even if Hilgna kept pouring spiritual power into it, all the spiritual power would still leak out from that hole.

This kiss was not good at all, with the smell of rust, sticky fishy sweetness, and the bitterness of Dilmud's tears.

And Dilmudo hugged Hilgna back vigorously, and those honey-gold eyes revealed pain, regret, and happiness.

It hurts me that maybe I can only go here with the one I love, and I regret that I still have so many regrets that I want to redeem my loyalty.

But Dilmuduo was happy again. This time the kiss was not what he asked for, nor did he bother to get it for the task. It was his lord, his lover, and his Hilgna who took the initiative to keep him. offered lips.

Diarmuid's gaze was gentle and clear, like amber in the sun, trying to wrap Hilgna tenderly.

This time, it was also Dilmudo who actively pushed Hilgna away: "It is enough, Master. This time at least to the end, please let me be your knight and fight to the end!"

Perhaps only Alaya knew how much willpower it took Diarmuid to force himself to push Hilgna away. The black-haired knight took a deep look at Hilgna, and then moved his weapon from the enemy just now. Summoned from dead bodies.

A big hole was gouged out in the chest, and the light armor on Dilmudo's body was soaked in red and black blood, just like the wild hunting spirits emerging from hell.

Konchuf sensed the crisis, and he quickly drove the chariot back, while his most loyal subordinates surrounded him layer by layer.

The surrounding Connaught army was notified by Maeve, and did not attack Conchuf and others, but the Lagrochita army, which was attacked by Ulster and Connaught's army, suddenly became the weaker side. .

Dilmudo sneered, and shouted loudly: "As an ally, you betrayed and attacked your allies—a despicable man like you is actually the king of Ulster! God really has no eyes!"

Dilmudo's almost polite questioning was of no use to Konchuf, and the king of Ulster replied calmly and rationally from behind layers of meat shields: "It is impossible for me to let Hilgna go back to Lara alive. Glochita——Because I am the king of Ulster! Such a dangerous and ambitious man will destroy Ulster sooner or later! If I don’t get rid of him now, then I, Ulster, will die Warrior!"

Konchuf said no more, and signaled his subordinates to rush up again, and be sure to kill Hilgna here.

Where did Dilmudo see Konchufer succeeding again, he ran forward, waving the two guns in his hands, no matter whether it was Ulster's soldiers or Connaught's soldiers, he killed them one by one. under the gun.

Hilgna's lips were stained red by the blood flowing from Dilmudor's mouth, but thanks to the black-haired knight, he recovered from the state of being dazzled by the blood just now.

At this moment, Hilgna finally tasted the pain brought about by his arrogance.

Originally, since Hilgna dared to put the bait, he was naturally prepared for defense.

Even if Dilmudo didn't come to rescue him just now, Hilgna can guarantee that he will only suffer some flesh injuries at most, and will not endanger his life.

The moment Konchufer made a move on him, Hilgner was sure to kill Konchufer back.

But when Diarmuid saw him being attacked, his body rushed over faster than his brain, and his spiritual core was destroyed by Kang Chufu.

Hilgna was so confident in his own strength that he didn't even tell those close to him.

Diarmuid didn't know that Hilgna had a backup, but he just protected him as the master from his own perspective.

—It was his fault.

Hilgna took a deep breath, and the smell of decaying corpses and a faint smell of rust entered his lung cavity, allowing him to return to his usual calm appearance.

His usual weapon had gone to guard the dying Cu Chulainn, but that didn't mean that Hilgna didn't have the ability to attack.

Hilgna picked up the spear/spear of a dead soldier, and rushed into the army as well. He caught up with Diarmuid and protected his back for the red-eyed Diarmuid.

At this moment, the position seemed to be reversed. Diarmuid was guarding the red-eyed Hilgna before, but now Hilgner was guarding the black-haired knight's back.

Seeing that the situation was not good, Kang Chufu immediately shouted an order: "Retreat! Retreat!"

"Since you're here—don't leave!" Hilgner looked at Konchuf as if he was looking at a dead man at this moment, even though Konchuf was surrounded by dozens of Ulster's masters, The combination of Na and Dilmuduo was also defeated.

"Damn! Damn! Without you—without you!" When Konchuf fell from the chariot into the mud, the king who was rumored to have been worshiped by the people as a wise lord because of his wisdom looked like an ordinary person. There is no difference.

The fear of death, the curse on the enemy, and the frightened face were all frozen under the tip of Dilmudor's spear.

Konchuf's head was taken off by Dilmudo, but even so, Konchuf's personal guards who had lost their allegiance to the Lord, as well as Connaught's army, were still a heavy boulder, pressing down on Hilgna and La Grocchita's body.

Diarmuid took a step forward, and two swords appeared in his hands.

He turned his head and smiled softly at Hilgna: "Hill, I've thought about it for a long time, and maybe this is the best ending for me. I can finally fulfill my wish to protect you to the end, and finally I don't have to Just lie to yourself and watch you happy."

To let myself watch the former lover and another man fall in love and accompany, this is more painful than being tortured in the underworld, and more terrifying than the gradual collapse of the spiritual core at this moment.

Even though his viscera were devoured by the jealous and heart-biting black flames, he still had to keep a considerate and polite smile on his face. For Diarmuid, he didn't even know that he had been summoned all these years. , how to persevere.

Dilmudo condensed all the magic power in his body at this moment, and poured it into the two swords in his hands.

But his spiritual core was destroyed, and most of the magic power dissipated outside his body.

That being the case, let's burn the spirit foundation and complete the knight's duty this time.

Dilmudo's body screamed, and the magic power contained in every muscle and every cell was squeezed out by him.

The heart was still beating violently, so fast that it almost made Dilmudo think that he was still a living human being.

All the magic power was concentrated on the two double swords in Dilmudor's hands, and the continuously gathering light made Maeve, who was watching the battle from a distance, feel that something was wrong.

She loudly ordered the soldiers to kill the man before Dilmudor attacked, but with Silgna guarding Diarmuid around, Maeve's plan was still in vain.

The magic power was enough, Dilmudo raised the sword in his hand, and swung it towards the army in front of him: "Dedicate this sword to my love—the grand wrath of Mor·alltach!!!"

Dazzling light enveloped the entire battlefield, and all enemies standing in front of Diarmuid were shrouded in this white light.

It was obviously a light as soft as the rising sun in spring, but it melted away all the people who came into contact with the light.

Just like white salt being thrown into boiling water, the soldiers engulfed by the light didn't even have time to let out a scream, and they completely melted into it silently.

Maeve naturally noticed the difference in the light, and subconsciously used defensive magic. Otherwise, she might be like her soldiers, her body was melted by the light, leaving only the armor and weapons in place.

After Dilmudo used the treasure, his spiritual power was exhausted, his spiritual base was broken, and his body was almost translucent.

He slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air, then turned his head and smiled at Hilgna amidst the white light that had not completely dissipated.

"I...wait for you at the end of time."

Hilgna stared at Diarmuid, with a sad look on his face - Diarmuid's love was like fire in a cold night, even a blind man could feel the scorching heat.

But Hilgna quickly restrained his sadness, and showed a soft smile to the black-haired knight: "I will go."

Hearing Hilgna's promise, Dilmudo showed a satisfied smile, and his scarred body disappeared together with the white glow.

The author has something to say:

The previous words are easily misunderstood, so write them again.

Hill kissed Diarmuid to replenish his mana! !One is to alleviate his disappearance, after all, human life is at stake, although it is better than nothing, and the other is to allow Diarmuid to use the treasure smoothly, after all, there are armies around.

Exiting now is the best ending for Diarmuid, otherwise sooner or later he will blacken and imprison Hill [what], it will really make people crazy to watch the one they love with others

Cu Chulainn has stepped into the Underworld, and will be resurrected later.

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