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Once asleep, it may never wake up.

It doesn't want to die, even if there's a glimmer of hope, it wants to hold on.

Is there really any hope?

In this remote wilderness, in the moment when humans and demons are at war, will anyone remember it?

There were many shadows flashing in Canaan's mind, and all the things that had influenced him in this life were slowly emerging like a picture scroll. A mother who has been discriminated against for herself, but has never complained, and a father who wants revenge and longs to be close...... The snake-tailed demon who has insulted it, Prapa, who is secretly observing...... And the shopkeeper who brought it out of the bottom quagmire.

These shadows are entangled, some of them turn into nothingness, some disappear into darkness, and some are buried in the depths of memory.

The only ones shiny were Prapa and the shopkeeper.

For they are the only ones who are still in La Soudran, and they are the only ones who may remember themselves and may come to save it.

Even if Canaan knew in his heart, the chances were slim to none.

That plan is about to be implemented, and now that the demons have been hiding, who will take the initiative to leave their comfort zone and find it uncomfortable? As for the shopkeeper, Canaan knew very well that his strength was not high, and it was impossible for him to leave the psychedelic hut at this dangerous time.

So, in the end, no one will remember it.

Canaan still didn't give up, even though the pain made its whole body twitch, it didn't want to give up on itself.

It wants to live, even if it is destined to fall into darkness, but as long as it can see the world more, it is enough.

Canaan opened his eyes and watched the flames floating in the sky, looking at the ice floes floating in the sky in the distance, quietly waiting for the last moment to come...... But just then, Canaan heard a buzzing sound.

It's just around the corner.

Canaan's heart moved, did the buzzing sound mean that there was life around it? It turned its head as much as possible, with a pleading expression on its face, whether it was a human or a demon, as long as it could save it, as long as it could save it......

Canaan turned his head to see the source of the hum, but he looked disappointed.

It was just a metal ball flying in the air.

It didn't know what the metal ball was for, but it clearly couldn't save itself. But Canaan thought about it, the metal sphere might be the last variable to appear here, and it wanted to try it anyway.

Thinking of this, Canaan opened his mouth full of the smell of blood and said in a voice almost mosquito-like:

"Help me. ”

......

Do you want to save Canaan?

In fact, Ingres hesitated for a moment, after all, Canaan was a demon, and he would eventually be different from humans.

Moreover, Canaan's will to survive was astonishing. This kind of tenacious perseverance, coupled with the fact that it also has a strong ocean demon bloodline, has good talent and potential, and if it does not fall, it will inevitably grow into a powerful demon in the future.

The strength of the previous change has already made Ingres feel a little guilty, and if he saves Canaan again, it is equivalent to creating another powerful opponent for the future of mankind.

Angel hesitated for a long time, but finally decided to save it.

Not only did Canaan take the initiative to ask him for help, but he also felt that his previous thoughts were too overestimating himself.

The power of the devil is holistic, and so is the human race, and the devil will progress, and so will the human race. The strength of the individual cannot affect the overall situation unless it reaches the level of the demon god.

What's more, Canaan was also very dedicated when he worked in the psychedelic hut before. If it weren't for Canaan's help, Angel wouldn't have scraped together the money to buy the materials so quickly. With that, Ingres will also go to the rescue of Canaan.

"Save me......" Canaan said in demonic language at first, and later, the demonic language in its mouth became the lingua franca of mankind, and it was willing to ask for help from the enemy.

After a long time, the metal ball did not react at all.

Just as Canaan was about to despair, the metal ball suddenly moved.

It swayed up and down in the air, and at first Canaan didn't understand what it meant, only to realize that the metal sphere seemed to be "moving" to write words out of thin air.

- Stick to it.

Although the "demonic script" written on the metal ball was a little jerky, Canaan still understood it.

"It'...... Let me persevere?" So what it means, is it to save me? Canaan's eyes suddenly burst with hope, but soon, Canaan's bright eyes slowly dimmed again, this metal ball has been stopped in mid-air, can it really save itself?

—Canaan.

At this moment, the metal sphere moved again, and to its surprise, the metal sphere wrote its name out of thin air.

Canaan was a little puzzled, and the metal orb knew who it was?

There are quite a few people who know its name in La Soudran. But at this time, the metal sphere writes its name, as if to tell it: I know your name, and I will come to save you.

Canaan's heart, which had sunk to the bottom, slowly rose again.

The metal ball scribbled its name in the air and stopped moving. After a long while, when Canaan thought that his previous understanding was wrong, and that all of this was actually made up by his own brain, there was suddenly a buzzing sound in the distance.

Canaan was stunned for a moment, then turned his head to look.

But I saw the sky not far away, and a new metal ball flew over.

However, this metal ball did not come alone, and there was a small pocket tied to its round body.

The metal ball with the pocket slowly descended in front of Canaan, and as soon as the pocket was untied, a small pale blue bottle rolled out and landed on its body.

Canaan laboriously reached out and picked up the bottle, which it had vaguely seen written on it.

Sure enough, a small label was attached to the bottle, and at the top was the lingua franca of mankind, and Canaan carefully discerned it, and it seemed to say "water of life". Underneath the label was clearly fresh, the ink had not yet dried, and a line of extremely clumsy-looking demonic words was written: Fallen on the wound.

It had guessed a lot before, who the metal ball would belong to, and did the other party really want to save itself? When it saw the font on the label, Canaan suddenly realized.

This clumsy demonic text is exactly the same as the text on the sign of the psychedelic hut.

This is the hand of the owner.

Canaan's hands trembled a little, and his eyes were covered with a thin layer of water.

At least in La Soudland there are still people who remember it.

Canaan lowered his eyebrows, suppressed his excitement, and softly said thank you.

......

Half an hour later, while Ingres was still searching around through the probing golems, footsteps could be heard outside the Wind Domain.

The footsteps are vague and staggering.

Angel turned his head to look at Fafnir, who was gulping down wine and eating meat, and Fafnir's gaze was also on the outside of the Wind Realm, and when she saw the figure outside, she didn't say anything, and waved her hand.

There is a gap in the field of wind.

From the gap, you can clearly see the smoke that almost obscures the sky outside.

In the billowing smoke, a figure stumbled in. As the figure entered the courtyard, the gap in the field of wind was sealed again.

As soon as the visitor entered the courtyard, he leaned against the big tree beside him and kept panting, and after calming his breath for a while, he raised his head and said, "Lord Fafnir, the shopkeeper...... I am back. ”

"At such times, run out and find guilt on yourself. Fafnir looked at the wound on the man's chest and abdomen and sneered.

Angel greeted him with a smile: "Is the injury better?"

It was Canaan, whose wounds had slowly begun to heal after being treated by the eaux-de-vie, but it would take a long time to recuperate.

"It's a lot better. Canaan nodded: "Thank you for the medicine from the shopkeeper, otherwise I would have died outside." ”

"If you don't have the will to survive, you won't be able to hold out until the puppet appears. ”

Angels' answer also indirectly admitted that it was he who delivered the medicine. This moved Canaan's heart even more, and for it, if it had not been for Angel's help, it might not have been saved.

Canaan's gratitude in his heart didn't know how to express it, so he could only say thank you repeatedly.

"Say thank you and don't need it, just treat it as an employee benefit before parting. Angel said nonchalantly: "You bear it, I'll help you check the wound." ”

Angel crouched down to check Canaan's injuries, and through the perspective of the puppet before, he vaguely felt that its injuries were penetrating, but now he saw that it was indeed so.

The injury is already recovering, but at most this guarantees that Canaan will not die, and if he wants to heal completely, he still needs to find a way for Canaan to do it himself.

Of course, Angel also has medicine that can instantly restore Canaan's injuries. For example, the life-saving water given to him by Granny Iron has this effect. However, this precious elixir is lacking in Angel himself.

What's more, with the demonic body, as long as Canaan himself did not die, recovery was a matter of time.

After examining the injuries, Angel's face was a little puzzled, Canaan really didn't have any other injuries, only one through the injury...... He had speculated before that Canaan had fought with others, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"How did you get this injury?" asked Ingres, curiously.

Canaan fell silent, his expression a little gloomy, as if he didn't want to speak.

Angel also didn't want to be strong, and was ready to skip the question. But at this moment, Canaan, who had been silent for a long time, said softly:

"It was caused by Nitotip's tentacles, penetrating. ”

Nitrotip Ingres looked confused, who is this?

"Nithotep is one of the seven members of the Void Tower. It was Fafner who spoke, and while she was eating, she said casually: "It's an octopus, and I've always wanted to try what its tentacles taste?"

As she spoke, Fafnir cut a small piece of the flesh with a silver knife and took out a fork and put it in her mouth. The pink tongue licked at the edge of his lips, looking quite intimidating.

Angel was stunned for a moment before he realized that if Nitrotip could rank among the seven seats of the Void Tower, he must be the Great Demon standing at the top of the Pyramid of La Sudran.

Since Fafnir said that it was an octopus in its body, Ingres remembered that among the demons that flew out of the Void Tower before, one seemed to fit Fafner's description very well.