People in Mond, arrogant sun, not hated

No wonder——

Before that, an agile black figure flashed past, carrying Yula with the highest speed to withdraw from the attack just now.

Geralt looked at the huge black dragon in front of him, even if he was so cold, he couldn't help frowning and showing a confused expression.

"Reply, quickly explain the situation, and simplify it to less than 50 words."

Yura looked at the location where the breath hit with a guilty conscience.

Then he shook his head and answered seriously.

"You may not believe it, but this dragon is the form that Uncle Schubert transformed into after being devoured and covered by an unknown existence after arousing a large amount of evil eye power."

This is quite unreal, something that ordinary people would never believe.

But Geralt nodded calmly, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Well, I believe you."

Then he turned to look at his stupid brother, and said calmly.

"It is impossible for him to have an energy source that can form energy into a mass body. The current form is most likely just a shell. In this case, there must be a so-called "core body. Let's attack and find Schubert's position and rescue him. "

Upon hearing his speech, Yura paused while looking at the open wound on his back, but she still spoke.

"Wait, although I don't want to admit it, but the last point is probably beyond my ability. Can we really save my uncle in this state? And even if it is saved, after using the evil eye continuously, his body—"

And this time the situation itself originated from him.

It can be said that this dangerous situation is not too much even if Schubert's life attack is not considered.

but--

"Before doing something, don't say you can't do it. If you don't want to, you can lure the enemy to assist him. I will save him if he wants to."

After receiving the ice sword from Yula, Geralt once again froze the cracked wound on his back, forcibly controlled his trembling fingers due to blood loss and spoke.

Yura was silent for a while.

"I thought you wouldn't do such a thing, let alone risk your life."

So it turns out that Schubert's position in his heart is so important.

And the man looked at the black dragon who gradually turned his head to look at them.

He raised his head and spoke in a tone that everyone could hear.

"He's my brother, dear."

Listening to his cold speech, the black dragon showed a somewhat puzzled expression, but it was quickly replaced by pure killing intent.

The android spoke indifferently.

"So that's it. I gradually understood everything. It seems that you guys are joking about each other's perception of each other—what?!"

For the first time, there was some unbelievable surprise in the artificial man's tone.

Something just broke through the limit and floated up.

The personality that should have been completely covered had reappeared.

It is obvious that most of it has been eroded by the resentment of the demon god's residue, as if half of its body has been sunk in a swamp. Under such circumstances, it can still surface on the surface with an outburst of emotions.

Unbelievable.

[You want to save me?What a joke!You want to save me, the trash, the person who wants to kill you?Geralt, has your genius brain been smashed by an avalanche? 】

Even if everything doesn't matter, there are always a few obsessions in a person's life that he must hold on to even if it is death.

【I want to kill you from the bottom of my heart. Look at the wounds and blood on your back. This is what I left for you. I feel immense joy and glory for this. This joy comes from my heart and soul】

[There is no one in this world who is more jealous and hates you than me. I am so ugly and arrogant and have nothing to like. Now, let's fight each other with murderous intent, please, Geralt , think of me as a vicious enemy who will smash you into meat and smash you into pieces at any time]

There was a chaotic distortion in the frantic tone, and sadly, that frantic tone was mixed with a few strands of pleading weakness.

"No, I will save you."

but--

His answer was still short but powerful and calm.

It is such a simple word, but it is sharper than any weapon, clearer than any pain.

He said.

"Because you are my [family]."

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......

Opposite to this second of calm, a few seconds later was the tragic laughter like thunder.

[Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, you are still like this, and I am still like this, in the end, nothing can change it in the end! !Nothing can change it hahahaha! ! 】

At this moment, Schubert's personality completely collapsed and frantic.

The black dragon laughed wildly and waved its sharp claws, but it had no direction, as if it was destroying everything around it and kept on rampage.

At this time, the two figures jumped up high, raised the weapons in their hands and slashed down hard.

Maybe it's because they didn't concentrate their energy for defense, and the defense power of the scales wasn't hard enough to make people feel difficult. Although compared to the opponent's body, it was the size of a nail clipper wound, but it could indeed cause damage.

Next, you only need to find the core location and concentrate on destroying it, and this matter can be resolved satisfactorily.

But of course it can't be that simple.

The two pairs of wings suddenly stretched out and flapped vigorously, and the violent wind pressure blown the father and daughter away like pieces of paper.

The frantic colors in the black dragon's eyes were once again replaced by calm abnormalities.

"I didn't expect that human emotions can be so complicated and distorted. It's really incredible. It's obviously a person like Schubert who can endure such malice and pain to suppress me for a while, obviously sharing the memory. , but I couldn't understand his thoughts and feelings, and it was because of this that "my mother identified me as an imperfect model."

He muttered a few words to himself, and the malice he looked at the two became more pure.

Fiery breath condensed from the mouth again.

"So although I can't understand it, let's let you disappear according to my feelings."

This trick, they cannot avoid.

"Yura, give me the Seal of Ice."

Geralt was not impatient, and asked calmly as before.

"Oh, but people who haven't been approved can't use this, you should be clear!"

Despite saying that, Yura quickly threw the family's sacred object over.

And Geralt took it calmly and cut open his palm, chanting an inaudible strange incantation, allowing the blood to seep into the ice bit by bit, but this blood loss also made his face paler.

"What are you doing? You don't have much blood in the first place, so you're a little conscious!"

Yura turned her head and spoke in a panic.

And Geralt, who had activated the ice energy with a secret method, froze the wound with ice element power again with a pale complexion, then raised the seal of ice and threw it directly towards the dragon's mouth.

"Get down."

In the next moment, the scorching high temperature and the spreading ice ring violently collided, creating a tornado-like explosive airflow.

Chapter 286: Rain...smells of salt

The blasting sound produced by the interlacing of two huge energies seemed to shatter the night.

The huge wind pressure seemed to blow the father and daughter lying on the ground away again.

A few seconds later, the Seal of Ice, whose luster was somewhat dim after releasing the energy, rolled down to the ground with a plop.

And the entire lower jaw of the black dragon that was just exploded was blown away by the huge elemental reaction, and by virtue of this opportunity, the two finally saw clearly where Schubert was located inside the dragon's body.

Then, Geralt jumped into it with all his strength while the energy shell hadn't recovered.

Yura was about to follow, but was stopped by his gaze.

Then, under the huge backup energy, the energy shell quickly repaired, and the black dragon in front of him also regained its language ability.

The first sentence that comes up is a rather lukewarm compliment.

"Excellent judgment and execution, just like in memory, is indeed a genuine genius. Before the blood loss affects the body, he is desperate, and has the accuracy of a doctor with a knife."

"However, what constitutes my current body is the genuine resentment of the demon god. Under such a huge erosion and accumulation, even the tenacious will of the neighbor Yasha and the immortal can't bear it. You, a mortal, although you are only short Time, but you can resist that "pollution thing."

The answer is obvious.

Geralt, it doesn't matter.

The energy of hatred around him was constantly eroding his body, but the resentment, which was so huge and whispered like an ancient god, couldn't affect the dying human being in front of him at all.

It's just too unreasonable.

The residue of the demon god will stimulate the desires in the hearts of human beings.

The premise is if his heart is not without desire.

The dregs of the demon god will keep repeating the pain and obsession of the dead god, distorting and tampering with personality little by little in empathy and irritability.

The premise is that he will really feel empathy and irritability.

If we compare ordinary people to frogs, it can be easily solved by tearing the inner wounds and inducing them;

Comparing immortals and warriors with strong will to tigers and leopards, although they are powerful, they can also be driven crazy through traps and accumulated erosion.

But the man who was wrapped up at this time was different.

There is a fundamental [qualitative] difference.

It's not like erosion is affecting organic life at all, it's like affecting a block of ice.

An inorganic dead thing is like a mechanical puppet produced by an ancient country that has perished.

There is no way to say something like this.

Almost no empathy for any emotion, no desire or purpose, and a strong sense of isolation from other creatures.

However, it doesn't make people feel cold.

Because inside the cold ice, there is a flame burning, which is the only light in the dark world, and the only life-saving straw for the drowning.

It was a [wish] borrowed from the soul of someone important.

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The long blue hair that was soft and shiny in my memory was already like withered grass in winter, my fingers became dry and weak, and my dignified face was a little unrecognizable due to the pain.

But even so, there was still something unchanged on her face.

"There you are, Geralt."

Even though she has been married for many years, her tone is still the same as before.

"Well, you're going to die."

he opened his mouth to speak.

Also as always, Geralt's abysmal speaking problem remained unchanged.

But even in such a cold reality, the woman still smiled frankly.

"It's like this from the beginning. Why can't you change this aspect? If you keep talking like this, your daughter will hate you. Yura has been scared and cried many times by your tone of voice."

The woman stroked little Yula who was lying beside the bed, gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her fingers, and rubbed the ice-blue hair with some reluctance.

Geralt clapped his hands calmly, and the shadow guard behind him stepped forward to gently lift the girl up, and closed the door without a sound, leaving the two of them alone.

After a few seconds of silence, Geralt spoke first.

"Do you want me to go with you?"

As always, the words were bombshells, and the tone was not at all joking.

He never cracked a joke either.

And the woman has long been used to this in the past few years of getting along, she smiled and shook her head feebly.