Born in war, died in war. Qing hooked the corners of his mouth, closed his eyes, the world was incomparably silent, and the feeling of chopping the sword in his hand was faintly forgotten. Looking back on this coming, it's like going back all over again. Only this time, maybe I can fulfill one last wish. --- stood on the battlefield and used up the last shred of his life, just as he should die like a warrior.

Maybe this is a ridiculous act, but in Qing's eyes, although it is small, it can make up for the last regret that has been left. A life of fighting, with fighting as the final end. Although life can do more things, Qing has never forgotten the lives they have destroyed, and in their eyes there is only unwillingness in addition to fear.

This is the so-called Mandate of Heaven, and even after struggling to resist, it is impossible to continue to live. The word death, right in front of Qing, is so close. Approaching to Qing, you can touch it with your hand, and feel the coldness of the ice and snow. That's what Qing felt at the end.

----But --- Qing doesn't want to end it so quickly now, even if most of his body collapses, the spirit core has cracked. In a few minutes, his body will collapse with the spirit core------ but that will be a few minutes later------ he can't die yet, because he is no longer alone.

Qing still couldn't have imagined that a woman as unobtrusive as she would keep her promise and swear to fight side by side together, unfounded and unrealistic, but she did it, she was behind Qing, using the already thin magic power to supply her broken body, so that those last few minutes were no longer so close.

The phrase "It would be great if I could escape, and escape from death with her" came to Qing's mind, and Qing knew that this was the unwillingness that would appear before everyone died, and death made the unwillingness that had accumulated in his heart unable to continue the backlog. I don't have much time left------

Qing opened his eyes, and his hair had turned gray in the storm, and the blade of his sword had been pitted, just like his own body. The blood-stained clothes, the blood that had already coagulated, and the blood that was still flowing flowed down the cracks of the battle armor. And the person in front of him, with his golden armor and arrogant eyes, will always be like that.

The large shield in ----'s left hand shattered, and his left arm evaporated along with most of his body, and the golden chains drove in Qing's gaze. Spikes pierced into his body, or they went around and blocked Qing's body. How good it is to have a body without blood flowing out----- resist the pain of the body and soul intertwined, swing the sword and break the chains wrapped around the body!

It's a pity that once the decline appears, that is the origin of the collapse. Qing just cut off the chains, and the chains in the other directions surrounded the sword blades! The chains were quickly retracted, and everything along with the long sword was pulled out of Qing's hand, causing Qing's palm that was clenching the blade to shatter directly!

The palms of the hands recondensed, and the body was reorganized with the supply of magical power. Qing clenched his fists, his body as his last weapon, and continued to fight, but Archer's offensive stopped. Losing Jianli's weapon means that no matter how strong your body is, you no longer have the strength to fight, Qing understands, and Archer also understands.

The sword was wrapped in chains and brought back to Archer, the whole sword was scorched black, the blade was pitted, and the hilt still had blood stains of green blood clotting. Archer frowned, looking down at the longsword, which had completely lost its weapon's beauty. He hesitated, then grasped the chain-sealed sword in his hand.

"Although it is inferior to the owner who uses it, it cannot be ruled out that it is a good sword that can be put together with the inferior weapons of this king." Archer frowned, casually tossing the mangled sword into the so-called treasure trove.

Qing watched all this, and before he was killed, Archer had already begun to clear the spoils of war, which was undoubtedly a contempt for Qing's personality, and he had already regarded Qing as a dead man. However, without a weapon, the dilapidated body will collapse at any time, and Qing can still stand on his body except for relying on the magic of the leylines, and Qing no longer has any combat ability, and there is no difference between him and the dead.

"Well, the rest. That is, dust to dust, and dust to dust. I'm right, Gangnir, the strongest knight. So please finish the performance of the hero's end. Hahaha------" Archer laughed debauchedly, which is also the posture of a victor-----

But he actually entered this battle as an impromptu performance for him?! Qing clenched his fists, and that kind of naked insult was like a bayonet as wanton as a bayonet Qing as a warrior, the last dignity of life! Soldiers can be killed but not humiliated, maybe not worth mentioning in the eyes of the tyrant in front of them, and can even be used as a laughing stock to please as much as you want----

Qing's eyes twitched and he stared directly at the tall Archer, even if he continued to fight to the death, there would be no result in the end. ----- the technique of connecting the body to the leylines was broken, and the magic eroded the decaying body, causing Qing to almost fall to the ground, but in the end Qing still stood still.

The morning breeze howled, carrying endless coolness into the battlefield where the flames of war had been extinguished. The sky was lit up, but it was obscured by the already dark clouds, and it was hoped that a heavy rain would soon fall, extinguishing the remnants of the battlefield. However, Qing may not see the scene of the war being completely extinguished-----

Mu Ne's body knelt down on one knee, hopelessness and desolation spreading in the bottom of his heart. Qing is not stupid, Archer gave Qing a chance, which is the end of the so-called hero. This is an insult based on Yangmou, and Qing can't refuse at all.

"Please------ after I die------ release my Master----- please-----" The fist was propped on the ground, Qing lowered his eyes, and his long gray hair slipped down in front of him, miserable, helpless, that is, the end of the hero, and even begged the enemy for the last persistence, grievance and dignity----- from now on Qing will no longer be worthy of the hero, this noble word.

"What are you talking about!! Bastard! Stand up for me!! Did you hear that!! Stand up for me!! ---------" Master's shrill roar and Archer's wild laughter swirled in the wind, like the whispers of demons lingering in Qing's ears. However, in the desperate situation that is close at hand, Qing doesn't want to hear a word!

"Hahahaha!!! ~~~ This king agrees to your request! Inferior mongrels! ”

[poof]!