All hope seems to have disappeared at this moment, and the exit that I thought would be able to escape is just another door to death.

After the Guards were completely annihilated, the Qinwang army loyal to Andre completely controlled the hub of the royal city, and the ground troops blocked every block and alley, and there were winged beast cavalry and dragoons in the air to conduct high-altitude reconnaissance, not even a single raven delivering a message could fly out, and there was no possibility for humans to escape.

"Click, click...", cold footsteps sounded, and André, covered in blood, walked slowly behind Bolton and Solandale, he looked at the two with mocking eyes, and sneered, "It seems that you still can't run fast enough." ”

Solandale protected the bruised Bolton, and said with tears in her eyes: "You can come to me whatever you want, please at least spare my brother, he is no threat to you..."

"Hehe... Hahahahaha! Andre seemed to have heard some joke, and his mouth kept smacking: "Solandelle, 15 years old, I thought you were at least a smart person, but I didn't expect to be able to say such childish words." ”

"What qualifications do you have to protect Burton? And why should I let him go when I have the chance to win? Why, do I want to be like those stupid villains in the play, let go of the potential Bolton, and wait for him to cultivate to the top of the power one day, and come back with a knife to take revenge on me? ”

When Andre said this, a thick joke appeared on his face: "What's more, if you two thieves who killed the royal father and intended to usurp the throne leave, how can I explain to the people?" ”

As soon as André finished speaking, two cross-prisoner carts used for parade were pushed out of the palace gates, and the royal guards stepped forward to hold down Bolton and Solandelle respectively, preparing to put them on the prisoner carts.

Andre smiled grimly: "Compared with so many losers, you two are undoubtedly lucky, you will not be forgotten namelessly, and the names of Bolton and Solandale will be left in the history books for thousands of years to come—despicable patricides." ”

At Andrew's grim announcement, the Imperial Guards took out their chains and bound Bolton first, and Solandale kicked and punched them, trying to bite them with her teeth, but this resistance did not pose any threat.

The Imperial Guard showed no mercy, and punched Solandelle in the stomach with a backhand, knocking her to the ground and coughing up blood, she struggled to protect her brother, and was greeted only by merciless punches and kicks.

The Imperial Guard grabbed Solandale by the hair and lifted her, and was about to tie her to the prisoner's cart when a ray of spark floated by.

The flames rose up in the surroundings, like a torrential golden rain, and the scorching light turned into a blazing streamer, almost overshadowing the sun above the sky.

Everyone looked over in astonishment, only to see that Bolton's eyes were full of decisive battle intent, and the Sun God Seal in the center of his eyebrows was shattered, and it was turning into rolling flames.

At this moment, Andre, who even had the chance to win, was so frightened that his face turned pale.

"Martyrdom !!!" The first terrible scream had come out of nowhere, and all the royal guards around Bolton fled, and the horsemen's horses raised their front hooves in terror, and the desire to survive overwhelmed the obedience of long-trained training, and they were on a rampage, huddled together, struggling to escape.

Bruised and bruised, Bolton broke away from the prisoner cart and stood in front of the formation, his whole body already lit by the golden fire of self-destruction, as if he had turned into a mortal sun.

Just like the "Black Lion" Garrot on the snowy field back then, Bolton resolutely chose to sacrifice himself to die in the flames at the last moment of his life, and at the cost of annihilation, he wanted to fight the last way for his sister who had guarded his life.

Everyone knows the horror of "martyrdom", the martyr is immortal until the body is burned out, and the outsider is affected by the fire of self-martyrdom, there is no way to save the world, the only end is to be burned by the flame.

Launching a martyrdom requires an extremely strong belief in self-destruction, Andre did not expect Bolton to use this method to die and struggle, he knew that this situation must not be approached, and immediately climbed onto the dragon knight's vehicle and distanced himself from Bolton.

The rest of the regiment officers and men were also in disarray, and some of the heavily armed troops tried to suppress Bolton with a long-range offensive, and the commander gave an order, and the ballistae erected in the bunker opened fire at the same time, and the dense crossbow bolts cut through the sky, forming a continuous black shadow in the air.

However, in the face of the fire of self-infliction, this blow was useless, and the crossbow bolt was annihilated by the flames before it could hit Bolton's body.

"Solan! Follow me! "As a warrior, Bolton made one last charge against the enemy, and he stormed into the chaotic enemy line, and the fire of self-martyrdom bloomed everywhere like a prairie fire, composing the last dignity of the great general.

Looking at Burton's back, tears blurred Solandale's vision, and her mind was full of scenes of being cared for by her brother since she was a child, and the memories stabbed her heart like a knife, and she couldn't breathe in pain.

But Solandale knew that this was the last chance that her brother had bought for her with everything he had, and any hesitation or hesitation would be a sacrifice to him.

Solandale gritted her teeth and rushed over, and the fiery Burton fought his way forward, allowing her to run without delay.

Bolton broke the enemy line and fought to the edge of the royal city, and when he rushed to a stone bridge, the last of his life force was burned out, and his body continued to turn into ashes in the wind, and he reached out to Solandale for the last time, muttering, "Sister... Live... Under... Go... Ahh

Solandelle cried heartbreakingly, but she didn't even have the courage to turn back, she could only run forward desperately, she didn't dare to look at Bolton's shattered body, she was afraid that once she turned back, she couldn't help but stop, and then her brother's sacrifice would be in vain.

Rushing across the stone bridge, Solandale didn't know how long she had been running, but she felt that her legs were as heavy as lead, her lungs seemed to be burning with fire, and tears and sweat kept falling from her face, as if they had turned into raindrops in the air.

All that could be sacrificed, Bolton gave it.

Solandale did all the hard work.

It's just that this royal city seems destined to become her cage.

After the destruction of Bolton, the various legions regained the encirclement, and the speed of human running could not be compared to that of horses, let alone the well-trained regular army.

With the thunderous hooves of the horses, the streets leading to the outside of the city were blocked again, and the cavalry blocked Solandale's escape route and surrounded her.

As the dragon knight descended into the sky, Andrei's nightmarish voice came from the dragon's back: "It's a beautiful attempt, but it's a pity that it's pointless." ”

André jumped down from mid-air, grabbed Solandel directly, pressed her head to the ground in front of him, leaned over and whispered in her ear, "It's game over, Solandel van Dogoland, salute your brother." ”