Six Hundred and Thirty Sixth

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night scavenger

"Henna, keep an eye on that intersection, stay here, and watch out for the dogs on the estate and the patrolling sheriff. You Uncle Sarby and I will be back soon."

Stepping on the bright white moon, the faceless father said this to Heina.

This is a grotesque world, the moon is at the foot, the bell tower is at the top, the roads extending in all directions are coiled like ribbons, and there are clouds of fog everywhere, which cut off the vision, leaving only a few messy and indescribable buildings .

Father did come back as soon as he said, only in a daze, three people went, one person returned.

He clutched his chest, glaring red blood dripped to the ground along the crevices between his fingers, splashing out like a dog and a knight.

"It's a shadow warrior." The father still has no face, but he has an extra mouth, which opens and closes in a familiar way with Henna, revealing Henna's familiar teeth, "Uncle Sarbi will not come back, let's go, go back to Egypt... "

However, they failed to return to Egypt.

Following the ribbon-like twists and turns, the father and daughter got into the fog at the end of the road. When Haina came to her senses, her father was surrounded by shadows with no hands or feet. Next to the strangely shaped corpse.

"Hina! Run with Sam! Run as far as you can, don't look back!"

puff!

Father's head flew up, ten meters... twenty meters... The black blood rushed over like a flood, scattered the shadows and corpses, and rushed Henna back to the road, into another cloud of fog.

"elder sister……"

Hannah came back to her senses, heard the voice, and saw herself standing alone in the lighthouse.

"This is Cherbourg," she murmured in the voice of a narrator.

The lighthouse is the abandoned lighthouse in Cherbourg. Everything in it is as she remembered it. It is all decayed, with a musty smell lingering at the tip of the nose. There are many broken stairs hanging on the column-shaped mottled walls, all the way up. Upwards, until the end of the line of sight, just visible is enough to be several thousand meters high.

Auspicious milky clouds hovered in the middle of the tower pillars, and the clouds were rolling, revealing green hills full of treasures and rivers of milk and wine.

There are seventy-two naked and beautiful virgins playing among the mountains, rivers and clouds. Their appearance has the shadow of Carmen, and their voices are as moving as a robin.

"Heavenly Kingdom." Haina looked at Heavenly Kingdom, speaking like a narrator.

"Have you seen the kingdom of heaven?" There was a voice beside him.

Haina followed the sound and found a soup basin with a gap at her feet. The soup basin had been filled with thick soup for half a night, and a wet black cat was lying in the soup, spitting out words.

"Can you tell me what the kingdom of heaven looks like, sister." The kitten closed his eyes, "I want to see it, but I can't open my eyes..."

Hannah knelt down and gently stroked the kitten, stroking its sticky and wet fur, from the top of its head to its tail.

The tail was broken off, bare only half the length of a palm, and the end was bleeding, but the blood would never mix with the soup, it just gathered on one side of the basin and overflowed to the ground.

"Sister, can I go to heaven? I escaped that time, and later... I also escaped."

said the cat.

"Did Allah say it? Only those who are brave, fight, have faith, and have no regrets can reach the kingdom of heaven. Can I really go to the kingdom of heaven?"

said the cat.

"It's so cold...it's not that cold, just a little cold...sister, don't burn more firewood, don't prepare dinner for me, I'm not hungry..."

A fire was lit beside him, and an earthen jar was set on top of the fire, and the jar was full of steam and the fragrance of milk.

Hana continued to touch the cat's fur. The place she touched would dry for a moment, and it would fall down. During the fall, it would turn into feathers and fly into the sky.

Hannah's eyes looked up to the sky.

"Is it the wind?" The narrator was puzzled.

The whistling wind poured down from the top of the tower, blowing away the kingdom of heaven and tearing apart the auspicious clouds. The world suddenly darkened, and at the same time it lit up again, a piece of silvery white.

"Ah...it's Dao Guang."

"Get out of the way,

Yesra! "In the corner of the jungle is Carmen's heart-piercing scream.

In the other corner of the jungle, Leif's middle door was wide open, and his bright red pupils blocked the approaching sword.

"Bonet, come and chop off my head!"

"As you wish, Leif!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The wind suddenly picked up!

The howling wind gathered from all directions, stirring the treetops and raising dust.

The fallen leaves all over the ground are whirling and parading in the forest, like a flock of flying birds, chasing everyone's head and face overwhelmingly.

There was a moment of hesitation in slashing Hana's sword. Hana turned her hand and shook off the grasped wrist, and jumped into the arms of a pirate. Before the collision, her short knife stabbed into his chest first. with the diaphragm of the abdomen.

Boom!

The encirclement shattered a gap, and the falling sword struck the prematurely dead sailor.

Hannah escaped the fatal calamity, landed, turned back, the two knives rang in the frantic air current, and the blade tremblingly cut the throat of a musketeer.

Hot blood splashed out from the open wound, was carried away by the wind in the forest, and blew on Hai Na's clean face.

It wasn't until this time that Hai Na finally had the real feeling that she had just fallen into a dead end, and then broke free from the dead end when Qian Jun shot.

The legs are heavy, the muscles are sore, the breathing is heavy, and the wrists are shaking.

Her condition was unexpectedly bad.

And the reason was that the stab from the tip of Bengran's knife had hurt her wrist, but until now, the hurt was really conveyed in the form of pain.

Bonet...is he already so powerful?

Haina couldn't help looking at the battlefield of the high-end game.

Leif fell on a thick tree trunk, and the right arm holding the sword was twisted in an abnormal shape.

Bonnet stepped on his chest and raised his sword high, but he couldn't strike it.

A slender stabbing sword was touching the succinct calyx of the ruthless man. At some point, Lorraine broke free from the fallen tree, with bruises all over his body, holding the sword in both hands and forming a stalemate with Bonet .

The wind is calling!

Lorraine bowed his body to maintain a wrestling posture, and the strong wind rolled everything around him from behind him, and rushed towards Bonet's body like a rebellious elf.

Bonet could only squint his eyes, and red light bloomed in the slits of his eyes.

"One day, I never thought that I would be able to see Vanaheim's breath technique again..."

"Is it because the feet are on the ground? Or is it because the life is at stake? Maybe it's simply because it's windy today."

Lorraine gritted her teeth and teased.

"Nyold doesn't like people and things in Asgard, we all know this, so only when he is fighting with you or Leif, the inspiration he gave me is particularly clear."

"However, whalers are not warriors." Bonnet's voice was cold, "Even with Niord's favor, I am still stronger today."

"Whalers are not fighters, I am." Lorraine pushed Bonnet's sword up a little bit, suddenly raised his leg, and put his knee on his chest.

The huge force forced Bonet to take two steps back, and Leff freed himself, hanging his right arm, and handed the Uncrowned King to his left hand.

Lorraine shook his sword away with a swish, and pointed at Bonnet's eyebrows.

"You haven't lost your mind, Bonet, you should know that mere strength cannot determine the attribution of victory."

"You are indeed very strong. Neither me, Hana, nor Leff in your prime can beat you now."

"But there are three of us." Lorraine lowered his head slightly, "Leif with a broken arm, Henna who has lost strength, and me who is favored by Niord, you can't kill us all, before we die, Someone will always take your head off."

"That's the word Lorraine, before you all die." Bonet laughed wantonly, "No matter who wins the final victory, most of you will die today, here! Die in... ...in my hands!"

"Is that so..." Lorraine didn't have the hesitation and retreat that Bonet expected.

The wind seems to be getting faster, and the lush branches and leaves are clamoring and fighting, and the symphony of rattling is full of ears, even covering the sound of artillery near and far.

Lorraine stood at the center of the wind.

"Are you living just to make me unhappy? In order to make me leave a painful memory, you can even risk your life?"

"Um?"

"I won't die!" Lorraine raised his head, his eyes radiated absolute and confident light, "Everyone here is willing to die for me, so I will definitely not die."

"And you will definitely die. As you said, you will die today, here, in this unplanned trip to kill me."

"You will die, and you will fail. Your life will end up worthless. Even if you get to the Hall of Valor by chance, you won't have anything to brag about!"

"If this is the dusk you want..." Lorraine waved his hand and cut the wind, "Bonit Eriksson, come and try to kill me!"

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