~： The sixth year story 084, the final judgment

Seeing blood dripping from Little Bread's neck. The idiot's heart is like a knife. He clutched the wound on his stomach, panted, stood hard, and said--

"It's not your **** emperor who gave you miracles... it's... she... is right..."

The crowd is getting more and more, is the whole city awake?

The idiot didn't know, he only knew that his current physical condition was very unsatisfactory, his body was tired, and his fighting power...had already dropped to a trough.

"I... please... let her go... OK...?"

The idiot was helpless, facing the little bread that was more than fifty meters away from him, he had no other way. Perhaps because of too much force, his knees softened and he knelt in front of these people. However, he didn't have any intention to stand up, instead he really knelt down and lowered his head.

"Huh! You devil, don't think we don't know, you were really in the form of a demon just now!"

"Yes, yes! He is a demon! And this kid is also a little devil! It's a witch!"

"Witch, witch! God emperor bestows us immortality, but witch and demons will deprive us of our power!"

"Kill them...Kill them to sacrifice to His Majesty the God Emperor! Your Majesty God Emperor!"

"His Majesty------!!!"

The idiot gritted his teeth and lowered his head. How much does he wish he could win the sympathy of these people? But in this situation, he gradually. At first, some voices couldn't even come out.

These civilians are holding sickles, hoes, scissors, rakes, kitchen knives and other sharp weapons. No matter how the idiots told them that their **** emperor was dead, the pool of flesh and blood there would never be resurrected. But none of these people believed it.

Because just now, their **** emperor has been resurrected once before their eyes. His throat was cut and he was resurrected again. Moreover, they even got immortality just now!

They believe...The **** emperor who believes them is only temporarily dormant now. As long as a little bit more time passes, their invincible **** will come back again, and then... all the demons that threatened them--

Kill them all.

"Our **** emperor needs sacrifices... the great He needs sacrifices!"

"Sacrifice this little witch! Use her blood to awaken our god!"

The idiot's pupils widened, he suddenly raised his head, and what he saw was the scene of those crazy people confining the bread!

Bun struggling, she screamed and cried in horror. But how can she, who is very weak, resist the hostage of those adults? And because she was struggling too much, she received a heavy slap on her face again.

"Witch! Don't move!"

"Disgusting witch, with a pure face, but with a devilish heart!"

Blood spilled from the corner of the bun's mouth. During her development, a baby tooth at the corner of her mouth was even bluntly beaten down, and her mouth was full of blood. The severe pain finally surpassed this little girl's ability...

She fainted.

In front of the idiot, a soldier grabbed Bun's hand and raised it. There was a crazy smile on his face. The dagger was also pulled **** Little Bread's wrist. In an instant, blood flowed from this wrist and fell on the ground...

For these, idiots can only look at...

He, looking at...

Look at...

In the dark eyes without any emotion, something called fear began to flow.

His lips trembled, and his knees trembled.

And that kind of "fear" also began to climb into his heart, devouring his soul...

"no, do not want……"

Idiot, fell to the ground.

Weak, he crawled over there.

"Don't... please... don't..."

Those people laughed, and the soldier even held a dagger, compared to Little Bread's chest, and raised his hand...

"Don't... you... don't...............!!!"

Dagger, enter.

Blood burst out.

The scattered blood is reflected in the pupils of the idiot...flying away...

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"What? What's the matter?!"

The soldier holding a dagger had a hole in his chest.

And holding the dagger, he put it into the soldier's chest. But it was a civilian whose throat was cut open, and he should have been bleeding to death.

In the consternation of the people, this dead civilian turned his hands and hugged the unconscious, **** loaf, and snatched her back from the crazy people. When the dead civilians ran towards the idiot holding their little bread, other civilians who should have died also scrambled to stand up at this moment and stopped in front of the idiot.

"Bread... bread...!"

The dead civilian returned the bun to the idiot's arms. At this moment, a "deceased" with blue hair came gently to his side and lifted the idiot up. Under the protection of the dead civilians, fled towards the cemetery...

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The darkness before dawn continues.

In the cemetery without moonlight, it was pitch black.

In the distance, torches and shouts continued. Those "people chosen by God" are still searching, holding weapons, holding anything that can take human lives, and searching.

On a tombstone in the cemetery, the idiot held the little girl in his arms tightly.

Her face was puffy and black. It can be seen that she must have taken a lot of effort to escape from the prison, right? This little girl...Unknowingly, even the idiot has taken a bit of admiration. She can protect herself... She can also protect herself... Right?

Idiot, hugging tightly.

Touching the bandage on her wrist, there was a little fear in her dark pupils.

Yes... the rats in the sewer are scared.

However, he has never been afraid.

For a mouse that has lived in the cracks of life and death since childhood, it is completely meaningless to fear the past. But now, this mouse really feels like this...

If... I lost her...

If... I can no longer hold her...

If... in the past nine years. All the memories of being with this girl have vanished...

in case………………

The arms around the small body, hold tighter.

Because of fear of losing, these big hands dare not leave the little girl's body, feeling her body temperature, her heartbeat...

"Ah..."

The groggy little bread opened those weak eyes, flowing out the emerald green eyes inside. After seeing the idiot, this little girl raised her finger with difficulty, writing in the air...

"Bread... Saved Ba Ba..."

The idiot nodded and touched her hair lightly.

"......Sleep."

Bun smiled and nodded. These little hands gently pulled the idiot's clothes, retracted his head into his arms, closed his eyes, and fell asleep...

The moonlight came out from the cloud layer again.

The silent cemetery was covered with a dreamlike silver gauze.

The idiot watched the little girl fall into a deep sleep, slowly raised her head, looking at the bright moon in the sky. Then, he lowered his head and looked at the man standing in front of him with blue hair and blood on his body. A pretty face turned into a pale person without blood.

Death knight, Toran.

"the host."

His voice is still nice, but his tone is no longer angry. He slowly knelt before the idiot and lowered his head.

".............................. How many people are there in the City of the Dead?"

Idiot, spoke up. A voice colder than Tolan, overflowing from his mouth, exuding a breath of severe cold.

"Return to the master, after last month's census, the permanent population was 401,524, and the floating population was 87,250. In addition, there are no statistics. It is estimated that there are more than 500,000."

"Ok."

The idiot nodded and looked at the small bread sleeping soundly in his arms. He took the cloak handed over by a dead civilian and completely wrapped himself and the bun to withstand the cold of the night.

"I, give you three days."

The idiot stood up, stepped forward, and passed Tolan's side.

"At dawn three days later, after the sun has risen. I don't want to see any living things in this city. This is the first order I give you. Do you understand?"

Tolan closed his eyes...slowly opened them. There was no hesitation in the light blue eyes, but immediately replied——

"Yes, my master."

After agreeing, Tolan stood up. He put on the skull mask again and slowly pulled out the double swords from his waist. The moment she stood up, the whole cemetery began to riot. The soil began to rise slowly. Withered arms that had only lost flesh and blood drilled out of the soil.

Tolan stretched out his hand, and the dead civilians who were still left with flesh and blood immediately turned around. Their pupils were emitting blue, uh, chilly rays, and they began to flow in batches toward the main and secondary entrances and exits of the City of the Dead. And Tolan, with the bones drilled out of the cemetery, bathed in moonlight, secretly...flooded toward the approaching torches...

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dawn.

The sun still hides behind the mountains.

When the warmth in the air finally became a little more abundant, Xing Li and others looked rigorous and nervously came to the gate of the City of the Dead.

However, it was the locked door that greeted these girls. And from time to time there are horrified screams in the gate.

What happened inside?

Everyone looked at each other without knowing.

The high wall surrounded everything inside. No matter what An and Liluo shouted outside, there was no response from inside.

Screams, screams, begging for mercy. Only these voices came out from inside. What happened inside? What changes have taken place? Nobody knows.

The heavy door and the tall and forbidding wall stood silently in front of these girls, facing their consternation and anxiety with silence. This kind of silence continued... However, maybe it was because the expectations of these girls made the door soften, so the door gave them an answer.

In the afternoon, before the sun sets...

Some blood poured out from under the locked door. Slowly...slowly...flowing into the moat outside the door. Dye it bright red...