652 540. The captain of the knight called,

"Alan, Alan, Alan."

Column raised his voice to Alan, who kept spitting blood as he fell in front of him.

At the same time, Captain Alan and a number of voices calling his name echoed from behind, and if he looked back just at his face, the knight at the castle gate would have just rushed. Further afield, a knight was rushing to the castle gate to protect the big man.

A fiery man stood his hand to grind it up again, but it was better for two knights who rushed ahead to release water from their hands at the same time with special abilities. It was digested shortly after Juhuahua and the man caught fire, and water vapor erupted in large quantities. At the time the opponents found out they were special abilities of fire, the knights of the castle gate were running special abilities of fire resistance to support.

The man, who continued to bathe constantly in water and whose vision grew white with water vapor, whispered his voice softly. I put my hand on that body if I jumped into the man's nose like another knight sewed between the discharges. The man's body froze out as soon as possible, and ice spread from his nostrils to his legs and upper body. I tried to get the flame out of my whole body and melt it, but even if I melt the ice or break it with sudden burning heat, it would freeze instantly as many times as long as the knight wouldn't let go of his hand from the man.

The knight will not leave the man as he continues to freeze to the core of his body, not in the manner he did to the older man earlier. Furthermore, they are allowed to bathe to the water without stopping, and the water vapour just lets them out, making them satisfactorily unable to get flames out of their hands or from their entire bodies. To the man sealed with the special abilities and movements of the flames, the special abilities of the icing instantly removed the shackles once his hands were released and fitted into his wrist, which remained erected in front of his face in an attempt to prevent water.

Gachan, and the feeling that it was not water weighed his arms, and the man who was completely unable to use his special abilities, was wet in water, covered in ice, and had no choice but to freeze. After being secured, rescue operations from the ice are carried out by the knights before a man covered in thick ice freezes to death and in a hurry. Crushed with swords and taking care not to let himself be wounded, the consciousness of the knights is not the only thing in front of the man, but keeps being called to name behind their back many times

... to Alan, was directed.

"Alan, hang on. Alan, Alan, come on. Team 7 is coming."

Not being able to move too badly into a serious injury, the column desperately calls again and again after letting Alan, covered in his feet, change only to a position on his back so that he can breathe easily.

Lend his own legs as he put his head up, but Alan's breath was already thin. Feet your own team clothes and pants suck Alan's blood, even the column's breath gets fine and rough as you feel it stain and get heavy.

Even though I don't like the temperature of Alan's neck, which he was touching to check his pulse, suddenly loses heat, and his whole body trembles faintly from his fingertips. He shed a lot of blood from his mouth and wounds, and with his thin open eyes Alan opened his mouth slightly puckered but speechless. Whenever I uttered "wah... zh, gen... gah... gah," I coughed and threw up blood at the same time. I wanted to say, "Bad. He melts his sword, too," but the column yelled, "Don't talk now."

While operating in the squad, Alan and the others discovered the flaming man, but as soon as they saw themselves, they began engaging with the man who showed willingness to attack. There were no special abilities for water or icing, and the telecommuters and their own squads were unable to call for backup and forced to struggle.

The flaming spear plundered and burned the flank of the knight with every armor, and also instantly melted the knight's sword, which tried to slay him in two to strike the flying flaming spear back from the side. Furthermore, the man scattered a large amount of flames and set fire to his surroundings, so that during his digestive activities the man ran away to be dispersed in a large amount of flames. Alan was the only one who chased him to the man with his legs in front of him while eating a stop at the fire and burning debris.

By the time Alan finally caught up with the knights, who had stopped following Alan's feet along the way, who had instructed him to request backup for digestive activities and nearby correspondents or special abilities for voice dilation, the flaming man had already followed him to the 10th Squad.

Alan dared to let them make way for a man opponent who even had the power to pierce the Tenth Squad's guard. It is more certain and less damaging to work with the water and icing special abilities of Squad Three, who should be in front of the castle than they are. And as expected, the man headed to the castle gate, where he was supposed to work with them to stop the man as he grasped the man's special abilities.

Before we do that, we have to bowl in with the column that captured the big man.

"Thank you for waiting………………………………………"

"Jail, hurry up...!

No one is bad. It is understood by everyone in the knight.

Because Alan and the column did their best, and this is the result. If Alan hadn't sheltered himself in knowing the horrors of a man's flaming spear, the column would surely have died.

Jail, the knight of Squad Seven, who has rushed through the castle gate, uses his special ability to treat injuries to Alan. Knights with excellent special abilities in injury treatment among the Knights, but it was clear that wind holes for one arm were beyond the potential of special abilities.

I can't help you.

It was also something that everyone could understand if they saw Alan's wounds.

"Alan, don't die, please, there's still work to be done! You'll be like a mountain."

The column also keeps screaming with understanding.

The sound of his own beating that made him faster reached his ears, hurting his chest, throat and lungs to shrink with fear. Instead of his arms trembled into the reality in front of him, Alan, with his head on his feet, vibrated slightly at the same time.

The column continued to stare at Alan, who eats and binds his teeth hard and does not blink with his eyes open thinly. I hardened my shoulders and my hands under my armor were so sweaty and damp that I couldn't even satisfy my breath myself. Hold on, don't die, Alan, I was so vividly reminded of the conversation a year ago on the head of the column as I called over and over again.

'You too,... don't ever die next time, okay? Master Pride's gonna cry. ~?

After communicating to Roderick, the Knight Commander, the Knight's will to continue.

Alan's serious expression at that time and his last teasing smile made him feel as if he was a distant old man, freezing the column's spine.

"Me too.... I'll never forgive you again '

Alan said.

To help Pride, Alan, convinced of the death of his companion, understood his despair, his fear, his sense of responsibility, his anguish and, in his head, his column.

... but now.

Thus I was attacked by such a sense of rejection that I could not control myself if I brought my dying friend closer to me. A feeling of condensation that sums up all the negative emotions strikes the whole body. Don't die, don't die, don't die. At last, only Alan in front of me will be able to get inside my vision and into brain processing while only saying that word. The column I've seen so many knights die before, but it was the first time a friend had died sheltering himself. While doing so, Alan's body is well away from raw.

Weakened pulse, even fewer thin breaths, almost no more blood color and closer to white, weakened body caused occasional cramps.

The continuation of that time's conversation plays clearly on the column's head repeatedly saying don't die, don't die, don't die, don't die.

"... sorry"

"Good." Someday I'll never... '

While Jail continues to be capable, he devours his teeth, meditating hard on his eyes and shaking his neck sideways.

If we can't do this anymore, we need to help. But the signal didn't even go into the column that was pouring full nerve on the knights and Alan, who were chased by the response of the fiery special abilities. Even though he knew that from the beginning, he still continued to use his special abilities to scratch algae, but it was really futile.

Even to him, who has a good special ability to treat injuries, there's no way he can completely restore Alan's wind pit, etc., even if he can erase pain, reduce inflammation, stop blood and amplify resilience. Blood stopped, but Alan's body, which was missing an important body organ, was able to build up blood from the inside, and even the other connected organs were starting to stop functioning.

At least until Alan took his breath away. Jail continued his special abilities, but that gaze was already directed at Alan's face, which was losing light in his eyes, not his wound.

Alan's mouth is moved to open thinly and small as he is orbited to look up at the face of the column that continues to complain about don't die, don't die, don't die... Both Column and Jail managed to read that of Alan, who gave up his voice and tried to convey it only through the movement of his mouth. As soon as possible, unlike Jail, who couldn't understand its meaning, the grains of potatoes, potatoes, and tears overflowed unbearably from the column that remained bent on Alan.

"Shh, shh, shh."

Alan laughed slightly after leaving those four letters behind.

It's not like smiling. It was an unyielding Alan smile that everyone in the Knights could remember seeing, like saying do it.

"Good." 'Cause I'll definitely pay you back one day.'

Oh, he said he was really getting paid back.

While understanding that tears and other things were unacceptable during the mission, the column zeroed tear grains over Alan for what he could not afford.

I've come this far, and in this situation, I was wondering if that's the last word I'd leave. If it's revenge, you're just like me. He ate and tied only in his mouth with a strong expression, and the column returned the look of anger at Alan, as usual. Then Alan's breath, which was thin and short, was exhaled for a long time. Its eyes, which were at the same time thinly open, are closed willingly.

The pulse of the neck touched is also equal to nothing more than faint. Alan's body, which has a lot of heat, has cut off cold and he can't even hear his thin breath.

Both Column and Jail breathe into Alan's body as he quietly immerses himself in death and, above all, in the way Alan embraces death. I stretched my whole body and the next moment a scream burst like spitting the blood of a column that no one had ever heard of.

"Alan, you know what?"

Shortly afterwards, even Jail's screaming sounded as it continued.