Endless Debt.

Chapter 464 Renegade

With the appearance of the veteran, the noisy battlefield fell into an eerie silence. Derby's eyes flashed with hope, while the eyes of Palmer and Woxilin looked a little dull, as if they couldn't believe the scene in front of them.

Faced with this situation, Bologo sighed deeply, and he remembered the words that Vaughan had said to himself, and these words were first spoken by Thrai to Vaughn.

The body is eternal, but the inner soul is rotten.

Burrog believed that the elder in front of him was once a loyal human being. He was brave and good at fighting, fighting at the forefront of the fight against death, and spurning all cowardly actions.

It is a pity that human beings are fickle. With the passage of time, the elder's body will not die, but his mind and soul are constantly decaying and corrupting.

The old man is no longer as lofty as he was when he was young, and he no longer firmly believes in the so-called iron law. With the approach of death, the courage he once had was exhausted, leaving only the instinct derived from life, the desire to survive that resists death cause trouble.

In order to survive, the elder is willing to give everything, even if he lives like a maggot, sacrifices his soul, and becomes what he once despised the most, he readily responds.

"So this is ah."

No one explained everything tonight, but the appearance of the elder was an answer in itself, a disappointing and sad answer.

Palmer took deep breaths repeatedly, trying to control his emotions. No matter how casual Palmer was, in his heart, he was still proud of the glory of the Krex family.

A traitor is always more hated than a strong enemy.

"Don't hold back, Bologo," Palmer gripped the silver sword in his hand, his eyes filled with anger, "he left the wind cellar, he broke his oath, he is no longer part of the Krex family."

Palmer was so decisive and decisive that he didn't even want to listen to the senator's defense.

Derby smiled wildly, "We still won."

The elder understood Derby's meaning. He raised his withered palm and picked up a heavy tome. On the quaint book cover, the words "Oath at Daybreak" were written.

"The other elders are sleeping. During this period, I will be on duty at night..."

The old man's voice is hoarse and boring. He hates his own voice now. Whenever he closes his eyes, he can still recall his appearance when he was young, as well as his imposing tone, instead of the current one, as if he said a few more words, would cough and die.

Many high-level desublimators of the Clakes family will eventually sleep in the wind cellar, relying on the high-concentration ether environment and cooperating with their own etherization, as veterans and witnesses of history, they will avoid the scythe of death.

The elders are not always awake, only when some major decision-making events are made, they will be awakened collectively. Usually, only one elder will remain awake in each period of time, as the spokesperson for communicating with the outside world.

No one would have guessed that the collapse of the Krex family came from the impenetrable interior. The elder acted very easily. Without attracting anyone's attention, he took out the "Dawn Oath" from the dusty bookshelf, and then swaggered out of the wind cellar.

Everything is so simple, it's not even a conspiracy or trick.

"When did it start? Why?"

Woxilin stood up at this moment and questioned the elder. She had lived in Fengyuan Highland since she was a child. Except for the difference in surname, she felt that she was completely the Kleks family.

She didn't understand the development of this event, and Vossilin never thought that the holy elder would be the first to corrupt.

The elder did not answer, he had lived for a long time, and he no longer cared about many things, whether it was his own glory or the ideas he implemented.

But Woxilin's words still couldn't help evoking the memory of the veteran, buried in the depths of his memory, and changing his life overnight.

At that time, it was the early days of the War of Dawn, and Thrai's rebellion had not yet begun, and the Night Clan and the secret society were constantly fighting in the shadows.

At that time, the elder was just a power bearer. After a night of scuffle, he was seriously injured and fell on the eve of dawn.

He was defeated, and there was no explanation for that, for he had met an overwhelming foe that night.

At the end of the horizon was the golden dawn. Facing the pure light, the night clansmen followed the night and left. The elder fell to the ground. He heard the sound of approaching horseshoes, and the low sound of the armor rubbing against each other due to the ups and downs. .

The elder saw that haughty figure, he was dressed in pitch-black armor, his face was hidden behind the cold iron face, he lowered his head and stared at himself.

Senator feels like he's dying, and as a power bearer, he won't allow himself to survive.

The fact is also the same, the proud man raised the same pitch-black blade, and the cold tip of the sword hung over the elder's head.

The elder knew what he would face next, and he was terrified, but for the sake of the glory in his heart, he mustered up the courage to face the sword point directly, not allowing himself to close his eyes.

Vaguely, the elder heard bursts of laughter, and the proud man looked down at him.

"Aren't you afraid of dying?"

"I'm not afraid."

The elder replied forcefully that when he said this, he had completed his farewell to life, and his heart was extremely calm.

The proud man was silent for a moment, then he said again, "No, you are afraid of death, I can see it from your eyes."

"Do not……"

"Don't rush to explain," the proud man said, "I'm too familiar with this look. You use the so-called glory as an excuse to force yourself to accept death... You are not brave, this is just an escape."

The elder glared at the proud man and cursed, "If you want to humiliate me..."

"I didn't mean to humiliate you, I was just stating the facts."

The haughty man interrupted the elder again, and then he slowly raised the pitch-black blade.

"Want to make a bet?"

"Bet... what?"

"Bet on whether you will be afraid of death."

The elder at that time did not understand the words of the proud man, he only saw a drop of blood dripping from the tip of the sword.

Yuan Laoqiang opened his eyes and vowed to face death directly. The drop of blood dripped into his eyes, stained his vision, penetrated into his soul, and left the seeds of corruption.

Looking back now, the elders always feel that whether the arrogant person foresaw the end of the war, that's why he made such a decision.

In the end, the proud man left just like that, leaving the elder to fend for himself on the battlefield. It was only later that the elder found out that what he encountered that night was the night king's guard on a safari.

The Night King himself patrols his realm.

"Time has ruthlessly crushed all falsehoods, and cruelly tore apart many lies."

The elder broke free from the memories and whispered softly.

At this moment, he not only felt that the Night King had seen the end of the Dawn War, but also saw his own end a hundred years later.

That's why the Night King made such a bet with himself. The elder laughed at himself. Now that things have happened, he has to admit the greatness of the Night King. He is willing to admit defeat in this bet.

"Why? Why..."

The elder gradually stood up straight, and the outlined spine straightened again, standing upright.

"I also want to ask why, why do we have such powerful power, but we hide in the shadows and give up this world to those ridiculous mortals."

Under the golden mask, the pupils of the elder's eyes were bloodshot and red, just like the night clan.

"Why should we not enjoy eternal life when we are burdened with glory? Why should we linger in that dark corner, enduring eternal solitude for this ridiculous idea?"

The elder's voice was distorted and hoarse, and along with the frantic narration, his own etheric strength was also gradually increasing, and he reached the position of the negative in an instant, and this was not the end of him.

"I've had enough of the bloody days."

The elder hated his duties, hated the ridiculous self who regarded glory and duty as everything.

"No matter what you say, you've broken your oath, haven't you?"

Palmer growled. The rebellion of the elder made him far more angry than the attack of the night clan. He raised his hand and released the wind gun, and the high-speed airflow hit the elder. The moment he was about to touch the elder, the airflow disturbed and dissipated, turning into a breeze. .

The elder is too familiar with Palmer's secret power, because he bears the same secret power.

"A promise?"

The elder raised his shriveled palm, and vague chains emerged, restraining his body.

From the moment the elder stepped into the wind cellar, wearing a red robe and a golden mask, he, like other elders, signed an oath to dedicate the rest of his life to the Krex family.

Fortunately, this oath is not as strict as the "Daybreak Oath". For the Krex family, it is more like a sacred ceremony.

"Oaths... are not important anymore."

As the elder said, he shattered the chains, endured the backlash of the oath, and blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. At the same time, his power climbed to the highest point, regaining the powerful power of the past, and feeling this true freedom.

The breeze rises suddenly, from the hundred years, through the time of history, straight to the night, unstoppable.

(End of this chapter)