The God of War in the Dimensional World

Pain, nothing but pain.

The pain of distance is depriving my body of all sensations except this one.

The fingertips and toes also became inexplicably cold, just like the feeling of stepping on the polar snow with your hands and feet soaked in cold water in a snowstorm with dozens of degrees below zero.

The rise and fall of the chest became weaker and weaker, and every breath required full strength, but the corresponding throat and lungs were as painful as burning.

His vision began to darken, and he didn't know whether it was due to poisoning or simply because he was buried under the hollow of the ruins with almost no light.

My own ears gradually became unable to hear the sound, and the fluffy ears and tail that were originally erect also drooped weakly.

"cough..........."

The blonde archer was lying on a broken stone slab with her head and feet high. She almost didn't even have the strength to cough. Every time she tried to cough, it only caused a slight abdominal spasm. The blood flowed from the corner of her mouth in the direction she was lying on her side. Flow down slowly.

The blond archer used his preservation skills at the critical moment before being hit by the city hammer and escaped the impact, but it was obvious that Swain's poison as an insurance method was very effective.

If it weren't for the fact that the blond archer was a hunter during his lifetime, often in rainforests and other areas, and also experienced some anti-toxic training, and at the same time, his anti-toxic ability has been slightly improved after becoming a servant.

"terribly sorry,.............."

The blond archer could no longer speak, so he could only silently pray and apologize to the goddess he believed in.

The blond archer felt that it was almost time to leave. His consciousness began to fade away and his breathing gradually stopped. boom--!!

However, the shock caused by the attack of the dragon clan who was still angry above the ruins was transmitted to the bottom, and the body of the blond archer was also affected and shook slightly.

The bag tied to her waist now revealed a bit of transparent glass color.

Bang!!

There was another loud noise, and this time the shaking caused the color in the girl's waist bag to slip out of the bag.

It was a transparent ampoule filled with a light blue halo. It was filled with many words that she knew individually, but not even one of them together. Therefore, the girl could not only understand that this was something to be taken orally. Except for the word"two" written in Greek characters, the rest is incomprehensible.

This was something given to her by the goddess she believed in most when she was praying on a full-moon night during her lifetime. At that time, a faint voice seemed to say that this thing was something that the goddess had no use for, a unique man-made poison. After all, the goddess who made the poison knows the antidote. This thing must not be used on her. At first, she just stole it from him because she saw the bottle and the liquid inside and the beautiful color, and then forgot to put it back. It is the antidote to some rare man-made poison.

But it was a pity that the blond archer didn't use it until he died, and followed her into the grave, so that this thing was still in her hands after becoming a heroic spirit.

This small ampoule rolled down the sloping stone slab from the waist of the blonde girl to her eyes, and hit a small piece of hard rock and cracked a small hole, emitting a blue light. The liquid mixed with the strong floral fragrance suddenly filled the surrounding space.

The blonde girl's nose moved unconsciously, and the pain in her throat began to lessen as she breathed.

A flashback?

The blonde girl couldn't help but think about it, but when she slowly opened her eyes and saw the blue liquid that almost flowed to her mouth, she subconsciously smacked her lips.

"This, this is................"

The blonde archer was shocked, and then she stretched out her pink tongue and licked the blue liquid flowing on the ground...............

"Oh, looks like something interesting happened while we were away?"

The purple-haired clown let out bursts of weird and sharp laughter. He was still quite far away from the city of Orleans and looked at his and others' hometown position that had become almost unrecognizable.

"Hmm, this is really infuriating. It is really unforgivable to use that barbaric iron block to smash the castle that we designed so carefully into this state!"

Standing next to the purple-haired clown is a middle-aged man with gray hair, almost wrapped in a dark blue-black robe, only showing a pair of slender nails, and holding a human leather book.

The most impressive thing. What’s more, those big protruding eyes look like those of a parrot fish.

"You actually attacked me while the Saint and I were away, you despicable villain!"

After the gray-haired magician made a series of angry speeches, he held his forehead and looked very hesitant.

"Ahhhh!!"

"What should I do?"

"If the saint comes back and finds her capital like this, how should I explain it!!"

"Hahaha, isn’t this simple?"

The purple-haired clown leaned to the side, hugged the gray-haired magician's shoulders, and said with a sinister smile:"Look at this, the battle has just started not long ago. You can see that the flames have not been completely ignited, and there are no large numbers of people around to retreat. There are traces of them. Those guys who came to attack the city should still be in the city."

"As long as we speed up our pace and stop those guys in the city, then let your saintess vent her anger on those people."

"makes sense."The gray-haired magician regained his mood and felt that the other party was right.

"Okay, then let's speed up the pace a little bit."

"I will peel off the skin of those people and make them into books, feed the monsters with their flesh and blood, create an army from their bones, and make them all into my new works of art."

"Hahahaha——"

"It’s a good suggestion. Then I should be able to place it with these masterpieces of mine."

"Hey, hey, of course, of course~" The gray-haired magician also grinned and narrowed his eyes with a strange smile.

Although the two of them quickened their pace, as a magician with a job as a Caster, his foot strength is really limited, and compared with On the contrary, the army of monsters following them received orders and went to block all the entrances and exits of Orleans City in advance!.............

"Oh no! Oh no!"

Bianca was lying on a sand dune, holding a telescope in one hand and constantly adjusting the magnification of the telescope with her fingers. Beside her, there were dozens of people and corresponding horses. Obviously this was their retreat gathering point.

She We clearly saw the mighty army of Warcraft and the two magicians among them.

"In the center of the team, judging from the clothes, there should be something called a servant. Is it reinforcement?"

"It shouldn't be possible. I've been monitoring the surroundings of the city since just now. There shouldn't be any orders............Did you come back by chance?"

Bianca bit her lip and looked down at her watch. The time on it had exceeded four hundred seconds.

"How about it?"Harry came to Bianca's side and asked.

In fact, they should have evacuated long ago, but at this moment everyone is staying here in violation of combat orders.

"It's not good. The communication was interrupted for more than a minute. I'm afraid there was some trouble inside."

Bianca guessed, and then set her sights on the top of the inner city of Orleans, which was still shining with light. The golden light did not shrink at all. It was obvious that Sven had not succeeded yet.

But the monsters who were reinforcing had already approached Orleans, following them. The two servants at the rear and the following monster troops will arrive in about two minutes.

"Tsk!"

Bianca observed the team again, and then discovered a large group of hostages hidden in the middle of the team, surrounded by circles of monsters. A large group of hostages looked smaller than her. hostages!

"asshole!"

"Do these guys still have any humanity?"

Bianca hit the ground, stood up, and carried a black box on her back that was much larger than a guitar case.

"Hello........."

Harry stretched out his hand to try to stop Bianca, but this little girl, in addition to having a strong sense of justice in her heart, was also a thorough activist like Swain.

"You go back first, I'll try to stop that group of monsters.........."

Bianca was riding a motorcycle, leaving only half a sentence before disappearing with the sound of the engine.

Apart from everyone who shut up and watched what happened, the only people left at the scene were the messy Harry and his half-raised hand.

Can this iron lump run so fast?

No wonder I didn’t even want a fast horse for this little girl in the past.

(To be continued)

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