The world doesn't need succubus to save

Coldthorn was on alert, but the tuberculosis knight didn't feel any sense of urgency.

He didn't even realize that the cold thorn was in front of him.

The current Fela is too weak to feel the changes in the outside world, and the legendary five senses have become worse than ordinary people at this moment.

Fira, who didn't notice anything strange, was still squinting his eyes halfway, and said to himself:

"After I die, I will leave the rest to you. You have to work hard to bring my body back."

Hanthorn wanted to remind him, but the approaching people gave him a great sense of oppression, and he didn't dare to relax his vigilance at all.

"Actually, it's okay if I don't take it back, but I still don't want to be buried in this place. It's too lonely here, and they're not here..."

Fira seemed to be having auditory hallucinations at the moment, and when no one answered, he made a gesture of listening and nodded:
"Go home? No, I really want to go home, but I actually don't have a home for a long time... I can't go back a long time ago."

There are more and more skin folds, and the chasing time is gradually catching up with the tuberculosis knight at this moment, causing his body to age rapidly.

This is the price.

Fella gave Palmer her own sickness and young life, and at the same time received from him the fate of old age and death.

Perhaps this is an unbearable price for others, but it is a dream for Fira, who is determined to die.

Just to prevent my life from being meaningless, the forbidden power obtained from that adult has been persisted until today before finally being used.

Fela has survived alone until now.

But now, my mission has been accomplished, there is no reason to continue to persist, and I can let go.

Moreover, it has been a long time since I experienced such a healthy feeling.

Grand Duke Coldthorn: "..."

Not aware of the approaching danger at all, Feila suddenly fell silent after talking to himself for a while, his mood became a little low, and he spoke slowly:
"Oh, by the way, there is actually one thing I haven't told you all this time. I originally wanted to take it into the grave, but when this moment really comes, I feel that I can't be so selfish."

"Glory doesn't matter, it's just... when I die, no one will remember them anymore."

ho ho...

Breathing began to become difficult, but Feila didn't seem to notice it at all. Such discomfort seemed to him to be non-existent.

"Fira is not my name, it's a code name, it's actually my surname."

"My name is Ash, Ash Fella, I won't say the long string in the middle, you can't remember it anyway."

After chuckling twice, his low mood returned to normal, and Ash calmly said:
"Fira, a rigid family that is not very noble, but did not tarnish the noble spirit until the day of its demise."

"And I... am the last survivor of the Feila family, and a prisoner exiled to this era. I'm just a coward who deserved to die a long time ago but only dares to die now."

The picture in front of him became more and more blurred, and Ash couldn't even see the world one meter away clearly. The surroundings seemed to be chaotic, and it was like a kaleidoscope that had been reversed.

But Ash wasn't frightened, not at all.

Because he knows that his friend is by his side, there is nothing to be afraid of, and he can already rest.

"Will you remember me?"

"If you really can't remember, it doesn't matter."

Although the truth is that I hope you can remember, at least we existed...

"Well, my friend, thank you for walking with me all this way...it's time to say goodbye."

Closing his eyes little by little, Ash could no longer see the appearance of the "Consumption Knight" at this moment, like a tired old man who had finally passed away and closed his eyes.

His eyes fell into darkness, and his body seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss, lightly.

But just when Ash's consciousness was about to dissipate, a light suddenly flashed in the darkness.

The bright light broke through the darkness, and it moved from far to near at an extremely fast speed, approaching him quickly!

"……Um?"

Opening his eyes, Ash saw a special figure coming and stopping in front of him.

It was a man he had never seen before, with a pair of gentle eyes and a gentle aura exuding from his whole body.

No, Ash had actually met him.

The man in front of me gradually overlapped with the figure in my memory, and finally there was no difference.

It turned out to be true!

"I've seen you!"

Eyes widened, Ash looked at the radiant man and became excited:
"Are you here to pick me up? It turns out that someone is really waiting for me!"

The man froze for a moment, then nodded and smiled gently:

"Of course, I'm here to pick you up."

The gentle words made a burst of courage in Ash's body, and he straightened up with all his strength.

"Then they! Will they be waiting for me too?"

"Will do."

Laughing happily like a child, Ash raised his hand tremblingly, trying to grab the man's sleeve, but he fell powerlessly halfway through.

"Great! Great..."

The old palm, tormented by the illness, was unable to fall down, and was gently supported by a pair of hands when it fell hard.

After a long wait, he ushered in the end of his life at the most exciting moment.

He met his own death without regret.

"……Good night."

Like a gentle whisper, Ning Feng whispered softly, and gently placed Ash's palm on his chest.

Ning Feng didn't know who the other party recognized him in the end, but he didn't mind.

In just a few breaths, he had already perceived the other party's physical state, and he only had respect for this colleague who was burdened with an unspeakable past.

Straightening up, Ning Feng slowly nodded to the cold thorn who was waiting behind him but was afraid of hurting Ash:
"We are not enemies."

The eyes behind the mask squinted to stare, Hanthorn finally put away the blood-stained long whip.

"...the sword bearer?"

Ning Feng, who was dressed in pure white armor, paused for a moment and then nodded calmly.

"Yes."

Nodding in the same way, Grand Duke Hanthorn walked around Ning Feng without saying a word, gently picked up Ash who passed away peacefully, and then walked directly.

"Wait a minute, Grand Duke Coldthorn, where are you going?"

With his back to Ning Feng, Hanthorn's footsteps did not stop, and he said calmly:

"I did accept the mission from Lord Stargazer, but that doesn't mean I need to report to you."

Although he and Ash are friends, Hanthorn has always had this cold and unruly temper towards outsiders.

"Hanthorn, after you complete the task, do you need to report back to the City of Overwatch?"

Frowning, although he doesn't like the sword bearer, Hanthorn also realized the problem, and stopped walking away:

"Yes."

"Then, this matter is also related to you."

Ning Feng's serious atmosphere made Han Ci narrow his eyes and look back at him.

Seriously looking at Grand Duke Hanthorn, Ning Feng's voice was low and deep, making it impossible to detect the real emotion in it:

"Watch City has blocked itself, and no one can teleport there."

Cold thorn:! ! !