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The iron curtain-like plume clouds disappeared, replaced by the blue sky, the sea is no longer calm, but with the sudden breeze, waves are set off, they are restless together, making the natural rhythm echo.

In a peaceful, ordinary and normal world, many people are tired of boring life, but now it seems that such boredom is so precious.

On this island near the edge of the sea of ​​silence, covered with snow inside, Burlau should have enjoyed the ecstasy of escaping from the dead at this moment, but now he has a more painful choice waiting for him.

“What…what did you say?”

Burlau held the empty silver revolver and looked up at Frocky who stood up.

“Choose, a cruel and difficult choice.”

Froki looked towards the direction of Solitary Sea.

There are countless wooden debris floating on the sea outside the island, as well as some floating corpses. These all are the people who escaped with them. Unfortunately, only these people survived.

“A choice that violates humanity, justice and morality, and a choice that turns good people into bad people.”

Frocky continued. He walked to the long boat that was riddled with scars. He didn’t know what he was looking for. Only three of them survived the entire narwhal, but the danger is not over. They are here. On the edge of the deserted sea of ​​silence, if no one finds them, they will still be unable to escape.

“On the other side of this island, there is a small village. It is a stronghold that I often stay after returning from Jihai. Only when we get there, we are truly safe.”

Many times of exploring the Silent Sea has allowed Frocky to find out the distribution of most of the islands near the Silent Sea, and he has also connected with the villages on it as a stronghold when he returns.

Frocky flipped through the long ship and found two large bags with the logo of perpetual motion pump on them. They were the supply bags prepared by the cleansing agency for this operation. Burlau looked at these things and was faintly disturbed. rising.

“The problem is that it is far away from the small village. With our foot strength and the heavy snow environment, we will have to walk for several days even if we are not injured, let alone our current state.”

Froggy brought two supply packs to Burlau’s body. As early as when he boarded the Narwhal, Froggy was ready for everything. He asked for these supply packs from Lancelot. Placed on his own long boat, as a lifeboat, in case of emergency.

It can be a lifeboat for Lancelot and the others, and it can also become Frocky’s. He has long thought about the plan after the failure to usurp the narwhal, but unfortunately the wind and waves raised by the sea snake are really too big. In the end Only these two remained.

“How to consider a person’s true value.”

Froggy suddenly said loudly with a solemn expression.

“That is to let him face death, depending on the choice he makes.”

As if praying, he lowered his head and looked at Burlau shortly afterwards, placing one of the two supply kits in front of Burlau.

“The time to make a decision is up, Burlau.”

Froggy said that he picked up another supply package and walked towards the jungle. The branches were covered with frost, like a frozen cage.

Burlau struggled hard. He wanted to stand up and catch up with Frocky, and then strangle him with his own hands, but he couldn’t do it. He rolled over with great effort and saw his bloody thighs. Fell on his side the third survivor.

“Lan…Lancelot!”

Burlau gave up chasing Frocky for a while, he rushed over in horror, Lancelot’s state was much worse than Burlau, he himself was shot by Frocky, and went through this long experience. The turbulence and the immersion of sea water.

Stroking Lancelot’s body, the temperature was cold, and the muscles began to become a little stiff. Burlau patted Lancelot’s face vigorously, the pupils of the pale face closed tightly, as if dead.

“No…no no! No way! Wake up! Lancelot! Don’t sleep!”

Burlau repeatedly called Lancelot’s name, but Lancelot did not respond, lying on his chest, he could still hear the faint heartbeat, this tenacious soul was not dead yet.

“No…No…”

Burlau felt like the world was spinning, he grabbed a handful of snow and slapped it on his face, using the coldness to make himself sober.

[A bad choice. 】

Frocky’s voice echoed continuously in his ears. Burlau made a decision. He lifted the head abruptly, looking towards the cold jungle.

“Frocky!”

Burlau shouted with all his strength.

Frocky seemed to have guessed Burlau’s reaction. He did not go far, but on a big rock next to the jungle, he dried the snow and sat on it to regain his strength.

Burlau looked at this damn Viking, his soul was struggling, and finally said with great pain.

“Help me! Frocky! Help me! He is dying.”

Froggy looked at Burlau quietly, he said nothing, did nothing, as if admiring his despair and struggle.

Burlau clenched his fists, his knuckles turned white, and his nails were sunken into flesh and blood. As expected, his request for help was not answered, it was only a humiliation.

What should I do? What else can I do? By the way, the supply kit, where there are emergency medical supplies, and food, this thing may help Lancelot, as long as he stays in that village, he can survive.

Burlau thought about extending the hand to catch the supply bag that Frocky left behind, and at this moment Frocky’s voice sounded.

“You can’t save him. He has lost too much blood. Death is already doomed.”

Frocky walked off the big rock with a disgusting smile on his face.

“It’s a long distance from the village. This supply package is only enough for one person… and it’s not even enough for one person. After all, the road is long and there is wind and snow,” Frocky said, “If You used it to Lancelot, and the result is that his death will be delayed for a few minutes, or tens of minutes, and you will freeze to death here in a few days due to lack of supplies.”

“Shut up!”

Burlau yelled, he stood up laboriously, holding the supply bag in one hand, and putting Lancelot’s shoulder on him with the other hand, supporting him and striding forward with difficulty.

“Give up Lancelot, walk out here with hatred, and bring the story here back to Irvine, or uphold the ridiculous morality, try to take him away…that is, die here together?” Frocky continued. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? “In fact, you can try this. Maybe you met a hunter in the village? So both of them will be saved.”

“Want to take a bet? Burlau!”

“Shut up! Shut up!”

Burlau cursed Frocky repeatedly. He dragged his injured thigh and took Lancelot forward with great effort. He didn’t think about anything for a while, and all that was left was to move forward.

Go ahead and find that village, everyone can live.

As if not feeling the pain and exhaustion of his body, Burlau carried Lancelot forward, stepped through the deep snow, and moved forward with difficulty.

“Burlau!”

Frocky shouted again, he raised his hand, what seemed to be holding in his hand, and then Frocky put the thing on the big rock he had stayed on before.

This time Frocky stopped staying any more. He turned and walked into the depths of the jungle. His condition was much better than Burlau, not to mention that Frocky didn’t have any burden. His pace was fast. In a blink of an eye, he disappeared into Burlau’s field of vision.

There are footprints left by Flocky on the snow. Burlau followed the footprints. He didn’t know the way, so he could only follow Flocky in this way.

Cold, exhaustion, pain…Negative forces shrouded mortal will one after another, making Burlau crazy and desperate, until finally completely numb, Burlau finally awake, his consciousness began to trance again, his vision It became blurred. In order not to lose his direction, Burlau could only lower his head, watching Frocky’s footprints, and marching forward with difficulty.

Go ahead, keep going.

The body also began to become numb. In the end, Burlau couldn’t perceive the existence of his feet. He could only vaguely see that the two feet were still on his body. It supported his body and continued to move forward.

Go forward.

Still going forward, going forward continuously.

The progress has become long, and Burlau has been thinking hard for a long time to keep himself awake.

Why did Must leave with Lancelot? Obviously it’s hard to protect yourself, why do you still want to save him so much? Is it just because he is his boss? As Frocky said, what kindness and morality are at work, they support Burlau and make Burlau a “righteous” person.

A man who is shrouded in glory and sacredness and has a righteous heart.

So I can’t give up Lancelot, and I have to take him away. This is not only for the justice in my heart, but also to save his life.

But…but Burlau is so tired, so tired that Burlau would die for a moment, as long as he dies, he won’t be troubled anymore, and he won’t run for the lives and justice of others. …

As long as… die.

The silhouette struggling forward stagnated, Burlau fell down, Lancelot’s body pressed against him, and he fell into the snowdrift, almost out of sight.

Ah…Finally, this long journey is over.

When death came, Burlau felt very calm, and he accepted it calmly.

No, it’s not so much acceptance, it’s evasion, escaping from these damn choices and reality, and it ends like this.

Yes, that’s it.

Then… Burlau stood up.

He looked at the shadow cast by his body under his feet with a look of surprise.

Why… why? Why did you stand up again?

Burlau didn’t understand, he had no strength, but he just stood up, and then continued to step forward, his calm face began to twist, and finally roared with hatred.

“Froggy Wilgardson!”

The voice full of resentment and anger sounded, Burlau bit forward, his legs began to shake, shaking continuously, but he continued to move on.

Some things cannot be compromised! Some things can’t be forgotten! Some things cannot be forgiven!

Burlau can’t die yet. He wants to take Lancelot and leave here alive. He wants to bring back the story that happened here to Irvine. He wants to sharpen the sharp claw, and in that not-too-distant future, he will bring a bigger and stronger one. The armored ship returns here, avenging the renegade.

Kill Frocky Wilgardson and smash him into pieces!

The roaring anger gave Burlau unimaginable strength. He raised his head and strode forward with Lancelot, but then he stopped again, and all the anger and hatred in his heart disappeared in an instant.

A stone lies in front of Burlau, like a city wall.

This is the stone that Frocky has stayed on before, and there are also the footprints of his walking into the jungle nearby.

Burlau shivered, and his body couldn’t help shaking. He slowly turned his head back and looked back at the road behind him. Only then did he find that he had worked hard for so long and had crossed such a “long” distance. In fact, it’s only a little bit.

Lancelot slipped from Burlau’s body, fell into the snow, and the supply package also fell. Losing these loads, Burlau felt more relaxed than ever.

He knelt down slowly, as if his spine had been broken, lowered his head, and then roared weakly.

Burlau continuously raised his fist and slammed the ground, wasting his energy to vent his anger and incompetence.

[A cruel choice. 】

“Ah–“

Burlau was mad, roaring continuously, until he couldn’t lift the strength, he ended the ridiculous sloppy, leaning against the stone with blank eyes.

“It’s ridiculous…”

Burlau muttered to himself.

This is not a Knight novel. There will be no Burlau shouting at the enemy’s name, and then driven by hatred and anger, out of this cold Danger Land.

This is a cruel reality, anger and hatred can’t help Burlau, no matter how furious he is, how much he hates Frocky, this can’t change the reality, and only a cold ending is waiting for Burlau.

Desperate.

After a brief period of hope, Burlau fell into a deeper despair. He sat in the original place and hugged his legs, giving up the struggle.

He looked at Lancelot lying in the snow. He was not dead yet, his chest was slightly undulating, and his breath was very weak. If he left it alone, Lancelot could not hold on for long.

“At least…at least as much as I can.”

As Burlau said, he climbed up to Lancelot, picked up the supply kit that had fallen on the snow, and was about to open it, but Frocky’s words sounded in his mind again.

If it is used for Lancelot, it will only delay Lancelot’s death. The two of them can’t get out of this Danger Land, but…but if you use it for yourself, if you give up Lancelot and go by yourself…

Something is growing in the shadow of my heart. It whispers to Burlau softly, seducing the will of the mortal.

“No… just in case, you say yes, Lancelot.”

Burlau smiled sorrowfully, opened the supply kit, and prepared to use it for Lancelot.

After this series of battles and seawater soaking, the stitched wounds on Lancelot’s body cracked again and he was losing blood. Burlau also had wounds on his own. Metal fragments penetrated his thighs. He was also losing blood, just because With low temperature and numbness, Burlau could not feel the pain for the time being.

“What if, what if we meet a hunter who comes out to hunt? Yes, what if…”

Burlau muttered repeatedly, as if so that he could believe the lie.

“I will save you, Lancelot, I will, I will.”

He continued, but the movement of his hands stopped. Burlau lowered his head and looked at his trembling hands. He should take them apart and apply the medicine to Lancelot, but no matter how hard Burlau tried, His hand seemed to froze, unable to move.

Burlau knows exactly why this is.

It will die. If you give it to Lancelot, he will die here, but Burlau can’t watch Lancelot die here.

His expression froze completely, he looked straight at his hands, feeling despicable, facing the test of death.

The breathing became a little bit rapid, and suddenly a flash of light appeared in his eyes, and something flickered on the big rock.

Burlau crawled over, picked it up, and shone it under the Sun.

A bullet.

A bullet left by Frocky.

Burlau took out the silver revolver left by Frocky and filled the bullet into the bullet nest inside.

He understood Froggy’s intention to leave the weapons and bullets.

Lancelot is still alive. He was in a coma and his expression was painful. The physical injuries were tormenting him, dragging him to death little by little. Burlau didn’t know how long this torture would last, but now he can help. Lancelot ends it all.

This will also make a choice for yourself.

Raised death knell and pointed the muzzle at Lancelot blankly. The pupils are congested, and the rim of the eye socket has azure blood vessels bulging.

Just pull the trigger.

Just pull the trigger.

Just pull the trigger.

The pupils of the eye are hyperemia, and the rim of the eye socket has raised azure blood vessels.

“Sorry, sorry, sorry.”

Burlau burst into tears, and he yelled and screamed.

Coming to Lancelot’s side in embarrassment, holding this body that is gradually losing its body temperature, apologize continuously.

Dignity, morality, bottom line, ideals, mission…whatever things are tested in the face of death, forcing people to make choices.

After the decision is made, the true value can be revealed and be scrutinized.

After a long time, Burlau put down Lancelot, his eyes were blank, he opened his mouth in despair, and inserted the muzzle into his mouth.

With a finger on the trigger, Burlau raised his head, a warm daylight in his field of vision.

The bell rang.

……

The roar of wild beasts kept reverberating in this small cabin, torturing Blue Jade’s ears. She repeatedly stabbed her pocket knife and pierced Demon’s body through the cabin door. The meat and blood followed the crack. It sprayed in, and the dirty dirt splashed Blue Jade all over.

Blue Jade feels that he is now a lump of rotten flesh that has just been digested halfway through. It is stinking. Of course, the damn situation is more important than the taste.

“Wake up! Burlau! You slept too hard!”

Blue Jade completely gave up the previous cold image. In order to wake Burlau, she continuously thought of words and sentences and threw them out.

“What Lorenzo said is not true! Are you really a fetish! Are you going to spend a lifetime with that gun?”

I blame Burlau for this damn fetish. He has to hold the gun when he sleeps. Blue Jade can’t break his fingers with one hand. If there is that gun, Blue Jade’s situation might be better now. a lot of.

She was injured in one hand, unable to move, and she could only use the other hand to pierce the jackknife again and again. Under these successive battles, the hatch was riddled with holes and became on the verge of collapse, as if The demons will break through in the next second.

When the time comes, Blue Jade and Burlau are like sardines in a can, let the Demons taste it. In such a small space, they don’t even have room to escape and deal with.

“Mumbling about something cruel,’death knell for whom’ all day long, you are about to die in a dream now, aren’t you ashamed?”

In order to survive, Blue Jade continuously cursed. In front of her, the hatch had become a Blood Sect. Because of the hatch, Blue Jade’s stabbing could not hit the Demon’s vitals. The injury actually stimulated their animalism, biting the steel crazily.

“For whom death knell is screaming…” Blue Jade said pessimistically, “It shouldn’t be screaming for me.”

It’s messy in my mind… In fact, Blue Jade thinks it’s not bad to die here. After Red Eagle’s brainwashing, Blue Jade has some recognition of Red Eagle’s truth.

Everyone lives in the time stolen from Death God. Every minute he lives, he earns blood. Blue Jade earns enough. She has a pretty good life, using her mediocre life. The soul has made some small contributions to all mankind.

Although I am a little reluctant, it’s not bad to end this way.

Blue Jade stopped the attack. She really didn’t have the strength to stab the jackknife. The jackknife itself became full of gaps. The edges of the hatch were cracking one by one. Blue Jade could see Demon’s tongue following. The gap spit in, like a snake, licking the ground greedily.

“By the way…Why do you call that gun death knell?”

Blue Jade said, she stepped on her swimming tongue and smiled on her face when she heard a scream from behind the hatch.

The hatch in front of you began to shake, and more sharp claw crawled into the room along the edge of the crack. The hatch began to twist. Some Demons even squeezed in with half their heads, scarlet eyes peeking into Blue Jade. .

She once again lifted the jackknife, preparing to fight to death in a heroic manner.

Then…the hatch broke and the bell rang!

Six heavy bullets rubbed the edge of Blue Jade’s body. After they were nailed into the cracked hatch like steel nails, they penetrated flesh and skeleton and opened several huge blood holes in Demon’s body, spraying them His blood covered the corridor.

“Why is it called death knell?”

The tired voice sounded, Blue Jade turned her head in surprise, but she did not find Burlau, but saw a riddled with scars evil spirit, he leaned on the table, opened the drawer, and held death knell in one hand. The other hand skillfully took out the engraved bullets from the drawer and loaded them into the bullet nest.

“Because this gun has witnessed my despair.”

The evil spirit muttered to himself, he raised the death knell and pointed at the demons behind the hatch.

“Who is death knell for!”

Pull the trigger and release all the accumulated hatred in the roar of gunfire.

“Death knell cries for me!”

The flesh and steel are torn apart in the roaring bells, the broken flesh and blood are intertwined, entwining the wailing and death of the Demons, turning into scarlet snow dust, extending to the deepest part of the memory, covered in dust Shadow inside.

In the despair of ten years ago, the evil spirit walked out of Danger Land alone.