Worm hasn't come back yet. Worm shouldn't come back. Those people, the firepower of those people was so ferocious. No wonder the Wendigo has been trying its best to avoid encounters with large Ursus troops. Intense long-range firepower strikes, so that they have no way to counterattack and can only hide here. The explosion caused by their suicidal attacks, even the Demon King's guards, who are outstanding in hand-to-hand combat, cannot withstand the high-energy stone. Explosive bombardment. They are not opponents at all. "Your Highness Worm..." Arturo looked outside the cave. The little devil struggled and endured the pain as he sat up. Everyone looked toward the light at the entrance of the cave.
"Worm..." The figure slowly stepped into the cave. Gathered behind him were Sakaz warriors who had survived the battle. "Wom...save her quickly! Save Fuqiu!" The blood on Sonia's body had dried and caked, and the blood left on her face was so order to protect her friends, she mustered up the courage to finally kill an enemy with her own hands. The blood spurted by the enemy could no longer drown her she was still late. Those enemies were never lone rangers, they came in groups, and they were cruel and if she is only facing a child, they will still raise the butcher knife expressionlessly. Even if she is holding only a wreath instead of a crossbow, they will ruthlessly cut off her hand to prevent her from holding a weapon. Opportunity. But they still underestimated Sakaz and the infected. Fuqiu used her spell for the first and last time. Her blood pierced the enemy and dyed the pure white garland at her feet a bright red color. "It's... no need." The one who spoke was not anyone, not Worm, not Sonia, not the relatives around her, not the soldiers who protected her, but herself. The little girl's face turned pale due to excessive blood loss, and her originally cute face became a little blue and wrinkled. Her life is like a candle in the wind, even just opening the lampshade will extinguish the candlelight. Her little hand that once held the wreath tightly was now just a pile of pale gauze. Her eyes were like ponds that were about to dry up. After seeing Worm, they used the last remaining water to reflect the moonlight. "Fuqiu, trust me." Worm knelt beside the tiny stretcher and took her arm. "I will save you." The emotions in my heart were as dull as the dark clouds in the sky, with no brisk wind or sunshine able to penetrate them. He knew the familiar emotions, which were liking, which was love, which was the cherishment of fellow human beings, which was pity and sorrow for the suffering suffered by this young life in his arms.
Before he left, the little girl told him lively that she would make him the most beautiful garland in the world as his also bought sweets to share with her. "I believe...Brother Worm." But ah... It's... no longer necessary. "Believe me, Fuqiu. We will survive and go to the new Kazdale and our new home. I will take the garland you gave me and lead everyone to live in our new home." Worm picked her up, gently, as if he were picking up a ball of sand that was about to fall apart upon touching it. "I believe……" But ah... "Please, please bring...it..." She also wanted to take another look and see Worm wearing this "crown". Worm held her arms and lowered his head so that she could put the garland stained with dust and blood on his head. "I'm sorry, Brother Worm... I soiled it... I just wanted... if I could keep it forever..." how beautiful. Pale wreaths surrounded the young branches. But ah... If her blood falls on it, will it stain his hair? Her vision became increasingly blurry, and blood fell down. It was her Majesty who was using his blood and his life to save her. Also, I still have something to say. "I'm here, Fuqiu. Believe me..." My throat is hoarse and sore. Her voice is so small, can he hear her? But ah... I still want to say something and want to convey it. "Brother Worm...please forgive me." She could no longer follow the team and follow him to the new home where she had talked about countless times beside the bright campfire, in the morning sunshine, in the warm sunshine at noon, and in the cool evening breeze, and that there would be a wonderful life. . But ah... Her eyes became brighter, like the only candle burning in the dark night. "I've...found my home."
"Your Majesty the Demon King whom I respect..., my home, my Kazdel, is by your side..." I want to touch Brother Worm’s face and his hair. I want to fly to the sky together as promised. I want to... listen to that ballad that Brother Worm sang, the ballad that sung the praises of heroes. "Fuqiu...believe..." Yes, of course I will believe you, my Demon King. I will always, always believe in you. But ah... "Good night...Brother Worm." Demon King’s Revenge "Believe me, Fuqiu..." Pain spreads in my heart. Liquid overflowed from the eyes... were they tears? Did he cry? "Believe me……" No matter how many spells he has, what's the use? No matter how magical his blood is, what can it do? No matter how loudly his name as the Demon King is praised, can he protect his people from harm? "Fu...qiu..." Believe in Him...everyone believes in can he repay these trusts? Pain spreads throughout the body. When Theresia died, he failed to save her. When Fu Qiu died, he still failed to save her. Is this all the Demon King can do?Should Sakaz be persecuted for no reason?Should they continue to swallow their anger after their compatriots are killed? The dark cave suddenly became flames burned on the demon king's body, but did not harm anyone around him. "revenge……" Hatred flows in the blood. revenge!
Sarkaz's resentment roared at him. revenge! ! Sakaz should not be persecuted for no reason. revenge! ! ! All those who are enemies of Sakaz must pay the price. Yes. "revenge." should not hate told him this?Worm can no longer remember. Now he tasted 's very painful, it can make people cry, it can make people lose their beloved compatriots, and it can make people suffer hardships. Hatred, he will care, he will remember, he will do it. The blood of Sakaz is screaming and howling. "Tell me who they are." The communicator was melted by the Balrog's flames, but the Demon King could still hear the direction of the enemy. "Stay and protect our compatriots." The devil left all the warriors behind and embarked on the road of revenge alone. Just like...Quilon years ago. - "Sir, we are obviously going to win, why do we want the army to retreat?" An Ursus, an Ursus noble wearing a luxurious dress asked the dark figure. "No, I'm not blaming you. It's just that I don't understand." But if the inner guard ordered this, then he must have considered you going to take action yourself? The noble didn't care how many people died, it didn't matter whether it was his soldiers or those Sakaz. He just wants to know whether the other party will give him what he promised. "The experiment has come to an end. Count Cohen, please enjoy this time." "My lord, my title..." Seeing that the other party was about to leave, the noble hurriedly asked him for the reward he deserved. "Go to your military camp. No need to wear armor. The emperor's reward will arrive soon." "I will, my lord."
The road to promotion was in front of him, and the nobles felt sincerely happy. Ha, he is about to become a marquis, and he controls a small army. With the sharp blade of Ursus on his back, what else can stop him in the southwest? I'm afraid the great dukes will also be scrambling to win over him. The nobleman thought and drove to his military camp, ready to wait for the reward mentioned by the inner guard to arrive. "..." "Why launch this attack? What benefits have we gained?"
