People in Mond, arrogant sun, not hated

however--

He said so casually.

.....................

............

...

"what?"

"The family has already bought four of the five judges beforehand, and has already determined my victory. No matter who the opponent is, I will remain invincible."

Dark truths are brought to light with casual ease.

"I knew this beforehand, so I didn't put a lot of energy into that game, because it was a game without suspense."

Schubert began to tremble all over.

Geralt continued speaking.

"Whether it is in terms of light and shadow effects, or color matching and other aspects, your painting must be on my side. It was a level that I could not reach at the time. You did win that competition without a doubt. I."

"That's why I told you after the battle—"

【Schubert, you did a good job this time】

In the snowy night, under the shroud of hazy moonlight.

The brothers who had never had a heart-to-heart relationship just looked at each other quietly.

"Ah...hahaha, hahaha...hahaha!!!"

He was obviously close to 40 years old, but at this moment, tears flowed from his eye sockets accompanied by wild laughter.

Was it not in vain?Didn't fail?Didn't lose?

My own ideals, my own efforts, and the sweat I put in did not lose to [talent].

After 20 years, after a full 20 years, the reward finally came to him.

Hard work is useful.

Being able to affirm this makes him feel like he has been redeemed.

"Why? Why are you telling me this now!"

"Because you voluntarily gave up before then."

Before that, Schubert had torn away his ideals, freed himself and self-hypnotized himself in the aristocratic upbringing, and became what he is now.

Geralt continued speaking calmly.

"I was born emotionally deficient, hardly caring about anyone including myself, and you have been avoiding me, and I have never been able to find a chance to have a good chat with you, so until now I have not been able to I understand your pain and loss, but take this to heart if you will."

Geralt turned around and left him with a back view, and a firm and flat sentence as usual.

"You are my younger brother, and I have never underestimated you."

what--

Yeah, you as always.

It's just that I can no longer control myself under the accumulation of time.

He squeezed his hand tightly, it was already covered with wrinkles, white hair fell around his ears, and his body felt weak.

He looked at the oncoming snow and spoke after being silent.

"Is this retribution? I didn't expect it to come at this time."

"Brother, I seem to... still hate you."

Geralt aimed his sword at the man-made man in front of him and blocked him.

"It doesn't matter, until the end, I will always protect you."

But seeing the complicated feelings between the two, envy and contradiction appeared in the artificial man's eyes.

"Human emotions are too messy and elusive. I still can't understand how such entangled love and hate, which are both black and white, can exist at the same time... put down your weapons, I have already There is no reason to be an enemy to you."

Yura, who sneaked behind him with bread, did not put down her sword.

One moment he ran out out of nowhere to kill people, and the next moment he said that he would not fight if he didn't want to fight. There is no such thing in the world.

Seeing the vigilance of the two, the android sighed slightly, and was about to speak directly.

But suddenly, his body began to tremble continuously as if he had been electrocuted.

He frowned.

The demon god remnant that had been eroding Schubert had concentrated its power to influence him after losing its target.

In this way, they will all die.

Well, how to do it.

The artificial man who has not yet developed a heart of jealousy towards Abedo has not developed the pursuit and joy of life.

Coupled with the frustration of being emotionally touched just now and being abandoned by the maker, he hesitated for a while.

A blade suddenly appeared in his hand, and he stabbed it towards his core without hesitation.

He has no interest in destroying beautiful things.

But the demon was ten feet high, and the blade was blocked by the high concentration of demon energy before it penetrated into the core.

Faced with this cruel reality, the artificial man could only helplessly let go.

He spoke to several people.

"Sorry, I'm going to break my promise. I can't control that energy and resentment. I'm really sorry. If there is no miracle, you...should die here today, but if there is a chance, go through the frozen lake ahead. Then run to the cave on the right."

The second he spoke, the ice sword in Geralt's hand pierced through the bridge of his nose at the position of his brainstem without hesitation.

This is the most accurate one-hit kill, but unfortunately - this common sense is only for humans.

Leaving aside the finished product of Abedo, which is infinitely close to human beings, the key to these inferior artificial humans is not the brain.

Black matter spewed out from all directions of the body again, but this time what was formed was not Du Lin's body with a clear reference to the dragon's blood memory, but a huge strange body with countless resentments gathered in the form and organs of different dead demon gods in the past. Latin America.

"Roar!!!!!"

The huge roar seemed to shatter the canyon, and the avalanche was even triggered by the violent volume on several snow-capped mountains in the distance. Six pairs of blood-red pupils frantically stared at all the living beings here.

Unmatched.

This is the most unified idea in everyone's mind at the moment.

Then, without hesitation, Schubert on the ground was picked up and thrown towards Yura.

"Run quickly, I'll buy time."

Yura frowned and shouted loudly.

"Are you kidding, you can't even last three seconds in this physical state, I'll do it—"

However, unlike the game, there is no delay in the Boss' actions.

It trampled on the ice furiously, and dozens of huge ice cones more than three meters high sprung up from under its feet like mushrooms after rain.

Yura and Geralt, who were carrying Schubert, hurriedly dodged this ultimate move, but lost their focus because of it.

The gigantic claw blow, enough to destroy the rock plate with one blow, came at Yura with a sharp roar.

Yura stomped hard on the icicle beside her, barely avoiding it with the help of the reaction force.

And as if it had expected this dodge, a strange light flashed in the monster's evil blood-red eyes, and it bit like a wolf with a bloody mouth covering the sky and the sun.

Hide...can't hide!

Yura was still in mid-air with nowhere to draw her strength.

"Yura!!!"

For the first time, she heard her father's urgent cry.

"and many more--"

But at this extremely critical time.

Her body was pushed away forcefully.

Whether it was Yura or Geralt in the distance, their eyes widened at this moment.

And looking at their expressions, Schubert's already aged face shrouded in the attack once again showed an aristocratic expression.

"Don't show me that expression, traitor, listen to me, I will not accept legal sanctions from the Knights of the West Wind, and I will never accept gifts from others. I am a nobleman of Lawrence, and I am Schubert. Lawrence!"

"But in the end, I'll let you go, Yura, the future—is yours."

In the end, he looked at his elder brother for the time of that glance, looking at his no longer calm expression.

He whispered softly like a hymn.

"Goodbye, the one I hate."

"Goodbye, my beloved."

"Goodbye, brother."

Goodbye, my family.

If there is a chance, sure enough... I still want to win you once in a dignified manner.

The corners of the nobleman's mouth were curved.

The giant mouth fell.

Flying snowflakes dyed the snow red and white.

The fragmented pendant is lightly reflected in the moonlight.

The traces of time are engraved in the broken photos.

On it, the boy standing next to the tall and cold boy smiled brightly.

As last.

Chapter 288: You are the proudest glory of me and her

The next second when the snow was lightly stained with blood, a figure flew out like a sharp arrow, and the thrust of the broken ice sword in his hand pierced one of the monster's eyes forcefully, causing it to make a painful sound.

The expression on the man's face didn't seem to change.

There was no flame and thunderous anger and sadness in his heart, but his eyes were colder than usual.

Missed the appointment...

While thinking this way, while avoiding the tail of the monster, the icy spear in his hand reappeared and flew down along with the blood spurting from the wound.

Accompanied by the scream of the monster, another eye was pierced by a spear.

But for this monster, this is only the degree of skin trauma.

With another swipe of the claw, Geralt was sent flying again like a kite with a broken string.

Yula's eyes were also full of anger at this time. Although her impression and attitude towards this uncle had never been very good, but she was rescued by him after being connected by blood, and she really couldn't be happy.

With a complicated complexion, she took out something from her pocket, which was the evil eye that Schubert had sent her before.

If the powers of God's Eye and Evil Eye overlap, they can trigger a 1+1 power, which can greatly change the current situation.

But she couldn't be more aware of the side effects of this thing, but even so...if they are not used, they will all die here.

Now is not the time to hesitate.

Yura took a deep breath, her eyes became decisive and fierce.

But suddenly, the flying snow knocked her down, and a figure passed by her in an instant, taking away the evil eye she was planning to use.

"Don't be stupid."

Geralt wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and spoke calmly.

Yula hurriedly reached out to snatch it, with a serious and serious expression.