Mount and Blade

"Get away!!" Kirsten yelled at the Shadow Hands who came to capture him, and his years of murderous aura immediately scared the Shadow Hands to the spot.

"If you want the life of an old man like me, just use it as you wish! I will never become a burden to my son!!" After saying this, Kirsten took out the sword from his waist and chose He killed himself, and blood splattered everywhere.

Everything happened too fast. As soon as Edward raised his head to stop it, he was splashed with blood on his face.

"Ah..." Edward's eye sockets became sunken for a moment, and his hands grabbed the blond hair on both sides, as if he had seen something terrible and irreversible.

Those memories of the past and the scene where Kirsten rescued them from the concentration camp in Juda were still vivid in his mind, "Ah..." Edward shouted, but...

...He never meant to take Kirsten's life.

"...Hahahahahahaha." With his mouth wide open due to the extreme sadness and sadness, his brain converted it into the opposite signal. Edward helplessly covered his blood-stained face and laughed crazily. No one knew that Are you crying or really laughing.

This world...is simply bullshit! !

How could he not know what he was doing? He really can't lose his mother anymore, who can help him? What kind of righteousness...go to hell with everyone! Why do both of them have to force him? !

The surrounding soldiers were stunned by this sudden change. Who in Grant didn't know the name of General Kirstin? He was a hero of this country!

But in the final analysis... they are just the troops under the control of the nobles who supported He Kun's reform, and Kirsten's death had almost no impact on them.

Madwu Xiu's eyes also widened, somewhat unbelievable. He never expected that Kirstin would be so decisive and choose to end his life in such a tragic way.

Edward's laughter stopped suddenly. His body shook a few times and he almost fell off his horse. His wet eyes were filled with regret and pain. Everything happened so unexpectedly.

"General, I...that's not what I meant..." His voice trembled, as if he had lost all his strength in an instant.

...If he could, he would just lie here for a while.

But he must not stop here. He Kun will use his mother as a threat at any time. How can he bear to let his mother be hurt again? Yes... there is no way out, there is absolutely no way to turn back...

Edward adjusted his mood for a moment, then said nonchalantly: "Cut off his head and bury the body on the spot. It seems that I am going to give my "good brother" a big gift."

The soldiers looked at each other. Although they were a little surprised by Edward's order, they did not dare to disobey and had no choice but to obey. A soldier raised his long knife with trembling hands and slowly walked towards Kirstin's body. Every step seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. When the long knife fell and cut off the head, the air was filled with a disgusting smell of blood and sadness.

Edward endured the severe pain in his heart and stared coldly ahead, pretending as if nothing had happened, but his slightly trembling lips still betrayed his sadness.

Schickel...I...

No, even she will not forgive herself...

...Perhaps only Edward himself knew that his body was constantly shaking.

——It was the phantom pain of cutting off a part of my heart with my own hands.

"...The whole army continues to march towards the Fire Dragon's Lair!!" Edward roared and gave the order. Now...he only has his mother as the only motivation to support him.

He led the army forward like a zombie, just like the trajectory of a parallel world. Although he wisely tried to struggle out the thread woven by the law of cause and effect, what he was doing now was no different from the fate script written by the abyss.

The most painful thing is to walk towards the end step by step soberly. He obviously tried to change everything, but nothing could be changed...

............

——The junction of Norudkahuati and Fire Dragon’s Lair——

——Fire Suppressing Palace——

Normally, there are only dozens of chief priests and practicing witches living in the "Fire Suppression Palace", but now there are nearly ten more soldiers left by Gulenberudo.

In the room facing the sacrificial site of the "Palace of Fire Suppression", Benedicut was lying on the bed and resting. Hickel was peeling the fruit with a knife. The juicy apples were neatly placed one after another. dinner plate.

"Don't worry, Gulenberudo will definitely return safely, just like before."

"That stupid brother who dotes on his sister will not leave you alone." Schickel comforted Benedicut by the bed and placed a plate full of apples on her bedside table.

"...Different," Benedicut murmured.

"What's different?" Hickel asked doubtfully.

"This battle... is different from the past... I saw... something related to the fire dragon. Onii-sama's fate will be..."

Benedicut recalled the vague images he had seen during the channeling. Now that her mind was entirely focused on that matter, her intuition became dull and she was unable to predict the future.

Perhaps it was because of this - Benedicut did not sense the imminent hostility.

"Ahhhhh...!!" Suddenly, the screams of the witches broke the silence.

"——!" Hickel stood up warily.

"Report!" Xikel's men rushed into the room.

"What happened!" Xikel frowned, and just by listening to the sound outside, he knew that the scale of the enemy should be large!

"Enemy attack! A group of unidentified groups are attacking! Currently fighting in the courtyard!" The situation was urgent, and Xikel's men reported concisely.

"What is the number of enemies?"

"Unsure, but there should be more than a hundred people...!"

The next moment, the soldier who was halfway through the report had his head split from behind. His skull collapsed downwards, and the muscles on his face were torn vertically.

The enemy who slipped into the room silently was wearing black animal skin armor, holding a mace in his right hand and a broken blade sword with jagged fangs in his left hand.

Xikel knew the name of the enemy in front of him. He was a subordinate of Grand Duke Hekun, named Madwuxiu. Usually he was just an inconspicuous civil servant who helped the Grand Duke handle official business. It seemed that he seemed to have another unknown side.

The newcomer was not friendly, so Hickel immediately drew out the sword from his waist and fought with Madwushu.

The shadow hands led by Edward and dozens of soldiers invaded the "Fire Control Palace" and defeated the guards in a blink of an eye. When Edward arrived, there was no living man in the "Fire Control Palace".

Looking at the witches who were scared and fled and the high priest who finally overcame his fear and wanted to ask, Edward exhaled a long breath of turbid air. He didn't want to make things difficult for these women.

"I'm only looking for Benettikut, where is she?"

Edward's cold voice echoed in the corridor of the Fire Control Palace, and the witches huddled in the corner, silent.

The high priest mustered up the courage to take a step forward and said in a trembling voice: "My lord, Miss Benettikut is resting in the room of the sacrificial field, but you can't disturb her like this, she is the messenger of God."

Edward ignored the words, dismounted and walked straight towards the room with the shadow hands and soldiers. Then, as if she suddenly thought of something, she paused at the door with her big steps, turned around and ordered the soldiers behind her: "No need to follow, go tie up these witches and old ladies!!"

"Yes!" The soldiers immediately followed the order. These delicate witches made the men who didn't see any women all year round feel itchy.

Inside the house, Xikel was at a disadvantage. Such a narrow space was not conducive to the use of her long-handled two-handed sword.

Madwushu's broken blade sword completely blocked Xikel's offensive. In his opinion, the female thousand-man leader's sword skills and strength were not enough. He hooked Xikel's sword with a serrated blade and supported it upwards, and then used the mace in his other hand to attack Xikel's exposed flaw.

"Woo!" Xikel retreated with a groan. Although he avoided the fatal injury, the armor on his arm had been broken. The long-handled sword fighting method did not have any advantage against Madwushu's broken blade sword!