You and me under the world tree

"Wittig!"

'crash'

Oncoming is the icy blade.

When the silver light flickered, Daly closed his eyes in despair.

will die!

He was so sure.

However, he didn't feel any pain.

Could it be that the silver snake warrior's divine sword is so sharp that he will die if he can't feel the pain?

'thump'

At this moment, he heard the crash of something falling to the ground.

'cha'

Then something sprayed out.

Accompanied by the scorching sound of the flames, a bloody smell surged up.

It got into Daly's breath, and he couldn't help opening his eyes.

"What's going on? I... didn't die?"

His eyes were a little dull, and then he swept to the other people.

Those fighters who guarded him and he was familiar with had all fallen.

The armor on their bodies was cut open like tofu, and they were killed by a single blow, and the scene of blood flowing across them made Daly's head even hotter.

"what have you done!"

Roaring, he looked at the white warrior.

Among the blood and flames, the white armor was particularly eye-catching.

It seems that it is not stained with blood and dust, and it seems to be completely soaked in it.

Then, he turned around slowly.

"kill."

Chapter 38: Die Once

The cold words were slowly uttered.

In Daly's eyes, this is no less than a cold poisonous snake spitting out its own snake letter there.

At this moment, there seems to be nothing more frightening and colder than this.

Daly even felt hard to breathe.

Is this the oppression brought by the former No. [-] Goth warrior?

Obviously the two sides hadn't done anything yet, but just relying on the moment of killing that just happened, Daly noticed the gap between the two sides.

It was an abyss comparable to the legendary Jinlunjia Gap, a distance that could not be made up no matter how hard he tried.

However, he survived like this.

survived!

His Royal Highness did not feel any joy of remaining alive after the catastrophe.

At this time, Daly felt only a kind of humiliation, and Wittig's calm response added salt to the wound.

"kill……"

Repeating what Wittig said, Daly subconsciously glanced at the fighters he was familiar with.

They were the Royal Guards of Norway, his father's confidantes, and they had protected him for as long as he could remember.

But now, he could only look at their corpses.

"Then why don't you kill me!"

Is it dignity?

Or feel ashamed?

For a while, the hot-headed Daly realized that he could no longer understand these things. He only knew that he was very angry.

At this time, surviving alone is the greatest humiliation!

"tell me why!"

Seeing Daly's extremely restless look, Wittig sighed softly.

At the same time, memories appeared in the eyes under the helmet.

"Why? It's quite troublesome to talk about this kind of thing."

Because Wittig himself can't tell.

Maybe it was because of an unintentional conversation before?

Or maybe it's because Wittig is very clear about the actions of those guys in the sky, and knows that no matter how much trouble he has today, it will be difficult to affect the battle situation.

Because they will not allow their pawns to die without fulfilling their mission.

Thinking of this, Wittig couldn't help but feel tightness in his chest.

In the final analysis, whether it was his intrusion and investigation today, or the vengeful massacre of the berserkers, they were just venting their dissatisfaction.

"It would be nice if we could live in peace..."

Wittig spoke.

And this sudden emotion made Daly's head buzz.

Wittig was talking nonsense, but he obviously didn't mean to stop there.

"Don't you think so?"

For a moment, Daly only felt a pain in his heart.

It seems that there are countless grievances and pains suppressed.

"What are you talking about now?"

"Why can't you say it? It was you Norway who first invaded Gitland and committed such evil deeds."

"..."

Hearing this, Daly's breathing froze instantly.

After all, this is something he can't avoid.

"It was you who started the war first, you slaughtered those poor innocent people, and you wanted to desecrate their lives and turn them into berserkers..."

Having said that, Wittig paused for a moment.

At this moment, he could still hear the howling of hatred and anger in his ears.

"If you ask me, everyone here deserves to die."

One counts as one, and almost all of them are accomplices, whether they know it or not.

And these words were a little harsh in Daly's ears.

In his eyes, Wittig's handsome silver-white armor and the Excalibur in his hand were like a silent mockery.

His father once said that it is precisely because of the existence of these berserkers that today's war can advance so smoothly.

But in the royal palace of Norway, Daly actually knew more.

Why did my father always pursue the magic sword lost in the northern sea?

Why did his father try his best to win over a warrior who could suppress monsters in Norway, and he did not hesitate to promise a marriage contract?

Because although Norway is standing tall, there is no strong man who can support the scene at all.

Strong.

This is not an existence that can be selected by the so-called martial arts competition.

Powerful weapons and excellent martial arts are all indispensable.

But Wittig, who has both of them at the same time, is very eye-catching in Daly's view.

"You don't understand anything at all, and if you don't, Norway will be destroyed sooner or later."

He seemed to mean something.

Wittig, however, was somewhat moved.

If it was in the past, he felt that with his more serious personality, he might really fall into that kind of logic circle.

But now, at least he has 'studied' well.

The rich experience has shaped him, and the major setbacks in the past have made his spirit more determined to a certain extent.

For this kind of thing, he directly grasped the point.

"What does your pressure from Norway have to do with Gitland now? It's the Netherlands that caused this situation, isn't it?"

Holding the Excalibur tightly in his hand, the Silver Snake Warrior calmly stated his point of view.

The kind of external pressure Norway is facing is actually palpable.

The Netherlands itself has reasons and claims for sending troops to Norway—the daughter of Angentier and the former princess is the best excuse.

At the same time, he made friends everywhere, made alliances with Goths and Iceland, which completely caught Norway in it.

From the perspective of the kingdom, it is understandable that Norway pursues power and interests.

but……

"If you are really unwilling to do this, then you should directly attack the Netherlands. Howler is now in charge of the Netherlands' coastal defense."

"..."

"You didn't do that."

Facing Daly who was speechless for a while, Wittig's eyes gradually became sharper.

"Think about it carefully, the gods probably also hope that you can attack the Netherlands, and this is what gave you the bargaining chip in the war."

"!!!"

Daly, who had recovered some of his language ability, fell into a stupor again.

Maybe it's because of going straight to the core, Daly didn't even know what he should do for a while.

"How...how did you know about this?"

"Is it difficult to know this kind of thing? The actions of the Lord of Armies in the Netherlands clearly reduce the influence of theocracy."

Having said that, Wittig raised his eyebrows.

It may be because he realized the plans of some gods, but the Silver Snake Warrior actually has no interest in continuing to explain these.

He just raised the Excalibur in his hand again.

"Forget it, since you want to die once, I'll let you do it, who gave you a chance to recover."

"What are you talking about..."

Before the voice of His Royal Highness fell completely, the cold blade cut across.

I am dead?

For a moment, Daly felt as if he was flying, and with this 'flying', he saw his body that was spurting blood.

Vaguely, there seemed to be still voices lingering.

The former No. [-] Goth warrior seemed to be saying something.

"No matter how kind and remorseful you are, as the beneficiary, you will sit back and watch this atrocity after all, and those who died will not even have the chance to repent."