Silent Crown Chapter 295: The value of sacrifice

Boom!

The walls on both sides shook, and there was a loud bang, and nearly a hundred holes appeared, from which a torrential rain-like rika flew out.

Two rows of crossbowmen squatted behind them, in pairs, carrying dark crossbows. That kind of heavy crossbow is a weapon on the battlefield, requiring the assistance of a pulley to tighten the bowstring.

Launch at close range is directly enough to directly destroy a wall and open a **** path in the crowd.

The ghost hand roared like a flicker, turning into a phantom, and his finger spanned several meters and stopped in front of the arrow rain. The invisible arm turned into a beast claw, and it smashed into the sky of arrows, the speed was incredible.

So, a rain of arrows flew and scattered all over the ground.

Boom!

The alchemy crossbow bolts mixed in it burst out, and the crimson flames were set off out of thin air, overturning the wall and engulfing the ghost hand.

Ghost's body flew out of the fire and landed on the broken door. His body was charred, and his pores ooze dark red blood. His heart twitched, spitting out scorched blood.

The room was in a mess. The life-sustaining equipment was shattered, the shaman was overturned to the ground, and the broken hoses pulled out broken flesh and blood.

I don't know life or death.

"Asshole!"

He gritted his teeth and got up from the ground with difficulty: "Hey! Sir, are you still alive? Don't die."

"It's still...live..." On the ground, the shaman opened his eyes with difficulty: "Ghost, can you do it? I want to change to a bodyguard."

"To be honest, I want to change to another club too!" Guishou sighed, "It's all like this, let's stop complaining to each other, okay?"

"Oh, then come on."

"Does it work for you to come on!" The ghost hand spit out another mouthful of blood, "What hole cards do you have, hurry up and use it to kill a large group of bastards."

The shaman looked at him with a mentally retarded look, "I want to have that kind of thing, why am I being beaten like this?"

Ghost sighed, "In other words, are we dead?"

"Well. It's dead." The shaman nodded: "Let's go, I won't blame you. Keep the green hills, and I'm not afraid that there will be no firewood."

"I can't walk a long time ago."

Guishou smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I have been with you for more than 30 years, and my old bones can be burned as firewood. What is the use of keeping the green hills? I just ask them to do well and find a piece of land. Bury me."

"What about me? You don't care about me?" The shaman's eyes widened: "I deserve to be exposed to the wilderness?"

"Yes."

Ghost hand gritted his teeth and got up from the ground and stood in front of him: "Sometimes I can't wait to smash you old **** to pieces."

The wind screams, one after another.

In an instant, the rain of arrows smashed the walls. The ghost hand stopped in front of the shaman. Roar, the invisible hand transforms into a giant axe, slashing forward!

This time, it's a hard shake without evasive!

Boom!

As if the tide was rolling back, the black arrow rain suddenly stopped, shattered one after another, and fell to the ground. Crimson blood spewed out from the wound of the ghost hand. He gritted his teeth and waved his red arms, crushing the oncoming wind and rain!

"Hello. Sir."

Ghost looked back at him, his voice hoarse: "Do you remember what you said back then?"

"You still remember what happened back then. I'm sorry, I lied to you..." The shaman lowered his head in shame: "The money was not stolen back then, I took it to drink."

"It turned out to be you!"

The ghost hand was taken aback, and then furious: "I said that everyone was so poor back then, you have money to drink every day!"

"It's been so many years, don't care." The shaman waved his hand awkwardly: "Didn't I pay you back later?"

"You just said it now. I can't feel any sincerity!"

"Sorry, I lied to a lot of people, I am ashamed. This is my sin." The shaman sighed, coughing hoarsely, "Sorry, I lied to you too."

"...It doesn't matter anymore."

The ghost hand shook his head. Laughing softly: "I'm also... used to it."

He took a step forward, facing the roaring arrow rain, and cut his arms forward. The invisible arm cut through the air and set off a frantic storm. The arrows rushing toward the face were blown, like fragile tides, falling apart in the roar of the reef.

Ghost's body trembles sharply. Pushed to the rear by that violent force, the fragments of the arrow embedded in his face and chest cavity, tearing open a huge gap.

Viscous blood came out, tragically dark red.

It's hideous and ugly, just like a ghost.

Just outside the alley, the roar of steel rang, and countless arrays gathered from all directions. They pushed toward the evil spirits, spears and sharp blades carrying a cold light.

The sparrow's complexion is gloomy, and his palms fall:

"Let the arrow!"

The ghost hand roared, the blood-colored flame shook sharply, and blood-colored dragon scales appeared on the invisible hand, catching the rainstorm. In the closed palm, the arrow rain shattered one after another.

Boom!

The invisible hand was washed down by the rain of arrows. He staggered back and was pierced by dozens of arrows. The blood spewed out, melted into the mud under his feet, and turned into a quagmire, a **** quagmire.

"Sir...I never regretted believing in you."

The ghost hand murmured softly and wiped the bloodshot from the corners of his mouth: "Look, people like me are born like dogs. If they leave the kennel, there will be nowhere to go... As long as there is a chance to stop being a dog, I am willing to let me do anything.

For so many years, only you told me: no one is born to be a dog, and people who are born humble can also have value and meaning. "

For so many years, in this stinking ditch, these homeless fallen people can only look up to the sunshine of the big men, sink into the darkness, get no salvation, and don't know what it means to live with dignity.

But even inferior people should be able to walk on the street with their heads high. If you can't bathe in extravagant sunlight, you have to go into the grave with your backbone after death.

This is an extravagant hope that no one has ever thought about.

This is enough.

This is enough to satisfy people who have nothing.

"Actually, I never understood what you said."

The ghost hand looked at the shaman, his eyes full of expectation: "But I want something called'dignity' and'meaning'. I live for it, sir, and I want to die for it."

"Fool, there is dignity and meaning in life!"

The shaman gritted his teeth and roared, but the ghost laughed loudly. He staggered against the advancing array, stepping on the ruins step by step, and walked forward.

"It's a pity. There is no wine."

The ghost hand **** his own blood, like drinking alcohol, chanting the toast freely: "——I wish there is always today."

He roared, and flames burst from his crimson invisible hand. The flame burned his body and turned into a thrilling crimson.

In this skinny old man's shell, there is a terrifying power at this moment. That power rushes into the blood and the shell, making him bathed in flames.

Knives and swords can't kill him. The storm can't beat him, he... is burning!

If you look down from the sky, you can see that the shadow jumps into the color of steel, and wherever it passes, the iron light is stained with blood.

The crimson stretches straight forward, smearing from the iron light, like blood falling into the mercury, brutal and crazy. In a blink of an eye, the ghost hand was almost there and couldn't see clearly.

"Assholes. Come on."

Ghost grinning, his face full of cracks is ferocious like a wolf:

"——The banquet has just begun!"

This crazy old man is now covered in cuts and bruises, bones are exposed in the tragic scars, like a ghost crawling out of the corpse. The evil spirits are fighting in the world, snarling the red wine, roaring and roaring.

Everywhere I went, everything was torn apart by the invisible hand, twisted into a piece of debris.

"Stop him!"

Ingmar screamed, her expression distorted and crazy on the restless war horse. The commander parroted and repeated. It sounds more and more ridiculous.

Boom!

The blade collapsed, the iron armor shattered, the human body was twisted, and the head was broken. Broken heart...The ghost hand chopped off the stabbing spear, suddenly jumped into the air like a bird, and stepped on the soldier's shoulder armor. The soldier's shoulders collapsed, kneeling down, but he passed the steel array. Pounced straight at Ingmar, his face stained red with blood was like a demon.

Ingmar screamed and pulled the commander beside him to stand in front of him, but in the next moment, the commander fell apart. In the splash of blood, a crimson figure fell from the sky, and the invisible hand slashed towards the sparrow behind Ingmar.

The sparrow's complexion changed drastically, backing, the drum under the cloak trembling, bursting into movement.

So the earth broke apart, and the endless fire gushed out, engulfing the ghost hand. In that flame, the steel was burnt to red and melted into molten iron. The soil boiled like liquid.

In an instant, the ghost hand's figure disappeared without a trace.

"Dead?"

In the silence, the sparrow looked at the empty hole in the ground. Until now, the jealousy in his eyes disappeared, and a moment of fear emerged: just a killer who was about to die, he killed hundreds of heavily armed soldiers without using any movement, and finally almost killed himself...

He looked at the silent old man, gritted his teeth:

"Shaman, you really have a loyal dog."

"He is not a dog."

In the mud, the shaman also looked at him with cold eyes: "His name is Kailin Morella. Don't underestimate my friend..."

At that moment, the sparrow was terrified and shocked.

Because in the embers of scorched earth and flames, there is a hoarse singing voice.

The singing came from the remote desert land. It was the prayers chanted by Thebes priests for the gods. They dedicated their blood and sacrifices to seek miracles from the indifferent god.

So a miracle happened here.

The broken invisible hands are gathered here, and the hidden power in them explodes completely. The evaporating blood and the embers of the flame converged, forming the figure.

As if struggling back from the underworld, crawling back to the world of this living being, that figure slowly opened its blood-colored eyes and screamed silently!

"Once this thing connects to your body, then you really have an arm from the underworld. You will have the power you want, and no one can stop you."

In the past, Hermes’ voice sounded cold and deep: "But this is the most demanding agreement. Once signed, there will be no turning back. You will gain strength, but your life will be It erodes and becomes its bait and food. You will be cursed and suffer day and night tortured and painful.

After you die, what awaits you is not heaven and hell, but the ashes of emptiness, there is nowhere to go. Answer me, is this the future you want? "

Exactly.

Such a future is really refreshing!

The ghost hand roared, the fragmented body reunited, and cyan flames gushed out from his body. Gave him strength, but also gave him the anger from the dead!

Kill!

This time, the steel array can no longer stop him. He moved forward, the flame tore the layers of armor with both hands, bathed in blood.

Without aging and pain, and without the shackles of human beings, his speed has reached an unprecedented limit in the power that the burning soul exchanged for.

Just waved. Layers of iron armor fell apart, the flesh and blood under the iron armor separated and fell off, and the heart shattered silently. All obstacles fell apart under those invisible hands.

Only Scarlet Fly burst.

In the endless blood, the ghost hand roared and rushed to the sparrow.

"This guy... actually signed a contract with the creatures of the etheric world?!" Sparrow's expression was pale: "******!"

He gritted his teeth, the drums in his arms roared, and the rhythm came from the abyss. The dead on the ground withered suddenly, and the demon hatched from it and climbed up. Pounced on the ghost hand.

But all the demons are vulnerable to ghosts!

"Let go!" The sparrow roared: "What are you waiting for?!"

The dark torrential rain gushes out from the heavy crossbow, but the ghost hands ignore it, allowing them to penetrate through their body and completely tear down the monster in front of them.

One step, two steps, he is moving forward!

Slow, unstoppable, breaking through the barriers, rushing forward!

The blood is swaying, covering everything. Dye everything crimson. The burning ghost hand set off a thunderous wind and thunder, and turned into a **** of death. Only with the hands of this double life, he entered the army.

Unstoppable!

The sparrow roared, and the giant snake burrowed out of the soil and opened its mouth. It swallowed the ghost hand, but in the next instant it was painfully convulsed, and it was split apart under the split of the hand knife, and withered and disappeared.

The ghost hand roared, the fire from burning the soul burst out suddenly, and the blood all over his body rose. Breaking through the last obstacle, and the sparrow is already close at hand.

The sparrow staggered back, layers of shields appeared on its body, but then layers of shattered. The scattered light was swallowed by blood, so stern.

Flame and gale suddenly emerged, and they pounced on the ghost hand, swallowed the ghost hand, and placed it in the flame cage.

Immediately afterwards, his palms were pushed forward, and the screaming movement suddenly burst, the ether changed, and the elements were refined. The surrounding soil rolled for a while, and the scorching iron appeared out of thin air, casting an unparalleled sharp blade, which blew out in a whistling manner.

——The chapter of Damocles.

The roar keeps bursting.

The figure chopped off several sword blades, but more sharp blades fell from the sky and penetrated his chest.

He roared and shook again, pulling out the blade with his right hand, blocking, and the invisible left hand screamed, causing the blade to twist and roll back.

The sparrow's complexion changed suddenly, and his head was almost beheaded by the inverted blade. He roared, pressing down his hands, burning his blood, blending into the movement, and condensing the sharp blade thousands of times.

The ghost hand chopped off his hands, causing countless sharp blades to roll back, cutting open his attire and the drum in his arms. The drum burst loudly, the sparrow screamed, but the ghost hand stepped forward and slashed again!

The two arms fell off, **** gushing.

"Ingmar! When will you be stunned!"

The sparrow staggers back, screaming.

As the ghost hand gets closer, the palm of the hand pierced through the air, and a huge gap was cracked in the sparrow's chest, blood was gushing, and the heart was already clenched by the ghost hand, and it would fall apart in the next instant.

But the movement of the ghost hand suddenly stopped.

Stiff in place.

"It turns out that there is time..." He muttered in amazement, watching his body dry up quickly and crack every inch, like burnt to broken clay, full of cracks.

It's a pity, it's almost!

He looked at the pale sparrow in front of him, at the beating heart in his hand: almost! Just a little bit, it's all over!

Slap!

With a crisp sound, his shell fell apart.

"As a result, nothing...I didn't do it."

The broken face fell to the ground, with a self-deprecating smile, "I'm sorry, sir, like my empty life... it's worthless to death..."

Clearly smiling, but tears flowed down, seeping into the cracked gap, like a clay figure with tears.

"What do people like you understand! Can't even understand the situation! Almost..."

The sparrow gritted his teeth, looked down at the ghost hand, trampled his face furiously, and trampled that smile to pieces:

"The shaman has already failed! If you fail, understand!"

In the sky above him, there is a wind tunnel from the abyss, and a huge shadow flashes across the wind tunnel. The heaven and the earth shook, and the incarnation of God descended in the kingdom of shadows.

This country, this city, everything here... is destined to be buried in the abyss.

"Did you see it?"

The sparrow looked up frantically at the shadows in the sky, "You can't stop anything! Everything you do is meaningless!

Even if it is dead, it has no value. "

"No, Guishou, your life is not meaningless."

At that moment, the shaman's hoarse voice echoed in the air.

Everywhere I passed, everything was frozen in place.

He got up from the mud and unplugged the tube from the hollow chest. Passing through the solidified world, stepping on the ruins and wreckage, walking to the side of the ghost hand.

Just waved, the sparrow was wiped out in the turbulent changes.

"Thank you, ghost hand."

The shaman lifted him out of the mud, his hoarse voice rubbed like iron: "You bought me time, the most critical time."

The ghost hand looked at him, widened his eyes hard, grabbed his hand, as if to squeeze the redemption: "Then, I really have...have something saved?"

"Yes."

The shaman closed his eyes, and turbid tears flowed from his face embarrassedly, and the old tears burst into tears: "My friend, you saved the whole Angru for fifteen minutes, and also changed...change The whole world."

"Really?"

Ghost smiled: "That would be great~ Mr. IndoMTL.com~, this feeling... is really good."

His expression stiffened, and cracks spread across his body and shattered.

The last life was exhausted, turned into dust, and drifted away.

The shaman stared at him blankly, holding his hand, and felt his hand turn into dust, flowing down from his fingers, disappearing without a trace. He can freeze the entire space, but he can't make his life stay.

He is dead.

"My friend, the suffering in your life is over. May you... sleep in silence in the dead world."

The shaman raised his head, letting the tears slip from his face, staring at the abyss wind tunnel in the night sky with angrily eyes, slowly raised his palm, and declared:

"In my name, the fifth seal, unlock it!"

(To be continued.)

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