Chapter 420

Glacier wasteland, somewhere in blood skeleton valley.

"Clang -!"

The sharp stabbing sword fell aside. The bloody night watchman knelt on one knee, his right hand stuck in the deep snow to support his body, and his gradually blurred vision struggled to look at the figure in front of him.

Damn it

Struggling hard, Edward, who has always been indifferent, only had panic in his eyes and the ferocious "smile" in front of him.

The staggering pace, pale, thin and vulnerable, the smell is so thrilling!

Francis raised his head and looked at the desperate night watchman with a convulsive expression, with a deep and low hissing in his throat.

"Are you... Afraid?" the vain steps could not even leave deep footprints on the snow, but each step seemed to be like a sharp sword, piercing Edward's chest.

"I can find my breath under the attack of tens of thousands of rotten corpse demons... I'm worthy of being a notorious night watchman and a loyal running dog of the desalion family... I think it's very necessary to praise you!"

It seems that the lung is pierced, the right arm is bruised, and there seem to be two wounds on the back... It's terrible.

Edward, who fell in the snow, pressed the penetrating chest. The trembling of his body made him unable to stand firm. He could only watch the enemy come towards him.

Although Loren once warned that Francis might still be alive, but

"As the bishop of the Holy Cross Church, he will become the running dog of evil gods." dying Edward snorted coldly: "you are really a devout servant of God."

"What about you, wild dog?"

Francis, who paused, glanced at him with disapproval and disdained: "you so-called 'night watchmen' are not also coveting the power of emptiness... It's just that you can only control very weak power."

"No need to struggle, no need to suffer... I'll give you a death."

Edward, who had fallen, trembled and calculated his distance from the sword and the fascists - if his current physical condition was a sneak attack, there would be only one chance.

"Have you thought of your last words?"

Walking slowly, the palms of fascists once again condensed into a solid black fog, which turned into a sharp long sword in the palm; His hoarse voice was like a call from hell.

"Did you pray to the Holy Cross?"

Edward trembled and nodded slightly, like a dying prayer; The right hand trapped in the snow has been slightly raised, all relying on knees and legs to maintain body balance.

"Don't you answer me?" Francis narrowed his eyes slightly, clenched his tight right hand and waved the black fog into a sharp blade:

"Then... Die!"

At the moment of the black fog, the night watchman suddenly took back the stabbing sword; At the moment of dodging, the tip of the sword had been aimed at the figure of Francis.

At the next moment, the sword body forged with refined steel suddenly makes a sound, and the invisible air flow condenses into a bunch and stabs out of the sword tip!

"Force impact" --!

In the snow, fascist's chest suddenly burst open; Edward immediately seized the opportunity and jumped at each other like a remnant.

At that moment, the two figures crossed.

"Poof --!"

Hot blood gushed from Edward's mouth, his weak arms hung on his side, and he fell on his knees in the snow.

"This is a gift in return for you - back through heart, remember? You used the same trick when you were in eboden and let me miss the nine pointed star Holy Grail!"

"I haven't forgotten any of them."

The cold words came, and the shadow of fascism shrouded Edward, watching the night watchman struggling and twitching in the snow:

"You have to thank me for avoiding the key and not directly giving you a death."

Edward, who vomited blood, was unable to fight back except for convulsions. He could only stare at each other with his still indifferent eyes.

"Because I will ravage you and kill you!"

The frenzied fascist expression twisted to the extreme, the excited smile became terrible and strange, and countless black fog had completely wrapped the broken body of the night watchman.

Unable to move, Edward had guessed his upcoming "end", and sighed with despair.

So this is the taste of death?

I'm still afraid of death.

It was like a substantial black fog gradually winding around his broken body. It felt like a bone chilling cold... Not the cold on the body surface, but another level... A deep chill from consciousness.

At this moment

"Dang --!"

The dying night watchman heard a sound of sword collision. In his gradually blurred vision, he only saw a change in the face of fascist and suddenly turned back.

The next second, the black fog wrapped around him suddenly withdrew, and there was no sign at all. The figure of fascism had disappeared without a trace.

"Wait, wait..."

The voice was interrupted, and the night watchman with black eyes completely fainted.

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Dizziness, cold, hunger and thirst, numbness and pain... Edward in a coma can't describe how uncomfortable he is now. He can only be sure that he is still alive.

Because dead people don't feel hungry.

He suddenly remembered the days when he lived in the gutter lane of eboden; I found a meat bone in the sewage ditch behind the tavern. As a result, it was found by several other people in the gang.

I was so hungry that I rose up and resisted. Naturally, it goes without saying... I fell in the smelly ditch at that time, which is almost what I feel now.

That was the first time he came into contact with this "truth" - only by not doing superfluous stupid things can he live long.

Trying to open his eyes, the night watchman was suddenly stunned.

In front of him, there is a meat bone.

I don't know what animal it is, but it seems that the roaster doesn't know how to cook. The surface of the whole meat bone is burnt black; The strong smell kept drilling into his nose, making his stomach spasm.

"Have something to eat. You must be hungry."

He was stunned for a moment. Without hesitation, Edward immediately picked up and chewed desperately - in less than a minute, there were only bones left in the whole charred meat bone.

Until then, he found himself in a cave, with more than half of the meat not roasted on the campfire in front of him, and there was a roaring snowstorm outside.

When the line of sight gradually focused, the night watchman raised his head and looked blankly at the person in front of him.

It was a cold face, almost no part of the body was intact, and a mottled long sword was hung on the empty left arm.

"The Icefield werewolf I met on my way here took some effort to kill it... Although the meat is not delicious, it can at least keep warm."

The man was talking and fiddling with the barbecue on the campfire; Then Edward found himself lying on an ice werewolf's fur.

"Surprised, night watchman?" raised his head, and the expressionless guard Knight looked at him. "We meet again."

Silence... Dead silence.

Edward, who was silent, stayed for a long time and woke up after nearly five minutes:

"How, how could it be you?!"

Isn't he a guard Knight of fascism? Why did he save himself?!

What the hell happened?!

The guard knight who saw his surprise was also silent and gloomy:

"I don't know."

"The only thing I know is... Lord Francis is no longer what he used to be; now he has lost his faith and has completely become a fierce dog chasing ambition. He can do anything for his purpose!"

With a heavy sigh, the guard Knight's expression became more and more lonely:

"After you have a rest, go quickly. It's not too far from your camp. You can walk there in a quarter of an hour - you'll be safe when you return to the camp. At present, the fascist adults don't dare to appear openly."

"But remember what you saw... I know the duty of your night watchman. You must remind his majesty Eckhart II and the Archbishop of the Holy Cross to let them know how dangerous fascism is today!"

After a pause, the pale Edward nodded.

"What about you?"

"Me?"

The impassive Knight stood up and looked out at the roaring snowstorm:

"I have my mission!"