Vol 3 Chapter 116: Is this a win (below)

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Glacier wasteland, somewhere in the Valley of Blood.
"Dang yao!"
The sharp bayonet fell to the side, the night watchman kneeled on one knee, his right hand was stuck in the deep snow to support his body, and the gradually blurred vision struggled to look at the figure in front of him.
Damn ...
Struggling hard, Edward, who had always been indifferent, had only panic in his eyes at this moment, as well as the grim "smile" of the man in front of him.
The swaying pace, pale and vulnerable, the breath exuded was so trembling!
Farnesses raised his head, twitching his expression with a grinning look at the desperate night watchman, his throat gurgling and deep and low.
"Are you ... are you afraid?" The stoic pace can't even leave deep footprints on the snow, but every step seems to be like a sword, piercing Edward's chest.
"I can find my breath under the attack of tens of thousands of carrion monsters ... It's notoriously a notorious night watchman, a loyal running dog of the De Salion family ... I feel very necessary to praise you!"
The lungs seemed to be pierced, the right arm was contused, and there were two wounds on the back ... it was terrible.
Edward fell in the snow to hold the pierced chest tightly. The tremors in his body made him unable to stand still. He could only watch the enemy walk towards him.
Although Loren once reminded that Fanesis is likely to be alive, but ...
"As the bishop of the Holy Cross Church, it will also become the running dog of the evil god." The dying Edward snorted coldly: "You are really a godly servant of God."
"What about you, stray dog?"
Fanesis, who paused, glanced at him with disapproval, very disdainful: "You so-called 'night watchers' are not coveting the power of the void ... It's just that you can only control the very weak power. . "
"No need to struggle, no suffering ... I will give you a death here."
The fallen Edward shuddered, calculating his distance from the sword and Farnesses-if his physical condition is now a sneak attack, there is only one chance.
"Have you thought about your last words yet?"
Walking slowly, the palms of Farnesses once again condensed like a substantial black mist, turning into a sharp sword in the palm; the hoarse voice was like a call from hell.
"Did you pray to Holy Cross?"
Edward's trembling nodded slightly, like a prayer before his death; his right hand trapped in the snow had lifted slightly, all relying on his knees and legs to maintain his balance.
"Don't you answer me?" Farnesses narrowed his eyes slightly, his tight right hand snapped sharply, and the black mist that turned into a sharp blade suddenly waved:
"Then ... die!"
At the moment when the black mist splits, the violently rising night watchman recaptured the sword; at the moment of evasion, the tip of the sword was aimed at the figure of Fanesis.
At the next moment, the forged steel sword body suddenly sounded, and the invisible air flow condensed into a bunch protruding from the tip of the sword!
"The Force Impact"!
In the snow, Fanesis' chest suddenly exploded; Edward immediately seized the opportunity and rushed towards the other party like an afterimage.
At that moment, the two figures crossed.
"puff--!"
Hot blood poured out of Edward's mouth, his weak arms fell on his side, and his knees fell to the snow.
"This is a gift back to you-back through your heart, do you remember? You used the same tricks when you were in Ebden, and I missed the Holy Grail of the Nine Stars!"
"Pierce the heart, cut the throat, and instill the brain, but I haven't forgotten one."
The cold words came, and the shadow of Farnesses shrouded Edward's body, watching the night watchman falling in the snow struggling to twitch:
"You have to thank me for avoiding the crucial point, without directly giving you a death."
Except for convulsions, Edward couldn't fight back at all, but could only stare at each other with his still indifferent eyes.
"Because I will ravage you and kill you!"
The expression of Fanesis in the madness was distorted to the extreme, the excited smile became terrifying and weird, and countless black mist had completely wrapped the broken body of the night watchman.
Edward, who could not move, had already guessed his upcoming "end" and sighed in dismay.
So this is the taste of death?
I really ... still afraid of death.
The dark mist like a substance gradually wrapped around his broken body, which felt like a bitter ice ... not the cold of the body surface, but another level ... the sensation of chill from the consciousness.
At this moment ...
"clang--!"
The dying night watchman heard a sound of swords touching, and in the gradually blurred vision only saw the change of Fanesis's complexion, and suddenly turned back.
The next second, the black mist wrapped around him suddenly withdrew, even without any sign, and the figure of Fanesis had disappeared without a trace.
"Wait, wait a minute ..."
The voice was interrupted, and the dark night watchman passed out completely.
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Dizziness, cold, hunger, numbness, pain ... Edward in a coma couldn't describe how uncomfortable he was now, only to be sure that he was indeed alive.
Because the dead will not feel hungry.
He suddenly remembered the days of begging for life in the ditch alley of Eboden; he picked up a bone in the sewage ditch behind the tavern, and was found by several others in the gang.
The hungry self rose up to resist, so naturally it goes without saying ... the one who fell in the stinky ditch at that time was almost what he felt now.
That was his first exposure to this "truth"-only by not doing extra stupid things can he live long.
Trying to open his eyes, the night watchman suddenly froze.
In front of him, there was a fleshy bone.
I do n’t know what animal it is, but it seems that the roasted people do n’t know how to cook. The surface of the whole meat bones is burnt black; the strong flavor keeps drilling into his nose, causing stomach cramps.
"Something to eat, you must be hungry."
For a moment, Edward, without hesitation, immediately took a hard bite—in less than a minute, the whole roasted bone was left with only bones.
Only then did he find that he was in a cave, and half of the uncooked meat was still on the campfire in front of him, and there was a blizzard outside.
When the eyes gradually focused, the night watchman raised his head and stared blankly at the look of the person in front of him.
It was a cold face, almost nothing was intact, and a mottled long sword hung on the empty left arm.
"The ice werewolf I encountered on the way came, it took some effort to kill it ... Although the meat is not tasty, at least it can warm the belly."
This man was nagging while fiddling with the barbecue on the bonfire; only then did Edward find himself lying on the fur of an ice werewolf.
"Are you surprised, night watchman?" He looked up and looked at him with an expressionless guardian knight. "We meet again."
Silence ... deathly stillness.
Edward didn't say a word for a long while, and it took almost five minutes to wake up:
"How, how could it be you ?!"
Isn't he Fanesis' guardian knight, why would he save himself? !
What happened? !
Seeing that his shocking guard knight was also silent, his face somber:
"I do not know either."
"The only thing I know is ... Lord Fanesis is no longer the same as him; now he has lost his previous beliefs ~ EbookFREE.me ~ has completely become an evil dog chasing ambitions, and can do whatever he wants for the purpose! "
Sighing heavily, the expression of the guardian knight grew lonely:
"Have a good rest and hurry up. It's not too far from your camp, you can walk to the place in a quarter of an hour-you will be safe when you return to the camp, and the current Fanesis will not dare to appear bright and right. . "
"But! Very much to remember what you saw ... I know your duty as a night watchman, you must remind His Majesty Eckhart II and the Archbishop of the Holy Cross Church to let them know how dangerous Farnesis is today. presence!"
After a pause, Edward pale nodded.
"how about you?"
"I?"
The expressionless guardian knight stood up and looked out at the blizzard that was still roaring:
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