Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

Day after night.

next morning.

The Knight of Roster saw Huisha who was familiar.

When he saw the signal of the wolf smoke, he turned around and returned without hesitation. Although his father, Viscount Samuel, was only a country noble, in his eyes, he was far from being comparable to the big men in the imperial capital, but he still had a The decisiveness and talent of an excellent nobleman.

Father knew that catching Princess Tina was the most important task for the Goode family.

Because of this, the recall of Fengyan must be a great event.

After a brief hesitation, the Lost Knight decided to return.

Although the eldest prince's mission is more important... but it is his home after all.

All the way to the hometown.

Lost saw sparse black smoke swaying from the direction of the manor from a distance, as if it was the final note of a catastrophe. The bustling and bustling Huisha Town in the past was unprecedentedly deserted. Many of the roofs were blown away from the gravel and debris, and now people can be seen in twos and threes, carrying luggage and driving cars, escaping from the town.

His expression instantly froze.

The heart was gripped fiercely.

what happened? what happened? Did the elves call? Or did Goethe's reinforcements arrive? Why is this happening? What happened to Huisha? Father, how are they?

The arrogant and indifferent look in the past no longer exists, and even the most thoughtful and aloof people can't maintain the so-called city government after suddenly seeing the broken and cold scene of their hometown.

Lost drew his sword, left the exhausted horse in place, and strode toward the town.

"You! Stop me!"

He intercepted a few townspeople who were about to leave, grabbed his collar, and shouted, "What happened? How did the town become like this! What about the lord?"

The townspeople recognized him and said tremblingly: "Knight... Lord Knight, it's not good, it's a demon. He used evil spells to brutally kill many, many people, and then summoned the fire of **** to destroy the lord's lord's Manor, we have to escape, if we don’t escape, we will be caught and tortured to death by him!”

Lost's heart sank, and he said sharply: "Nonsense! What devil! What hellfire! If the devil from the brimstone purgatory comes out, will you still be killed?"

The townspeople had limited knowledge and didn't even know what the Brimstone Purgatory was. He stammered: "My lord, my lord, it's really a demon, only a demon can be so cruel, and that magic, if you don't believe it, you can go by yourself. Look, the fire burned for a day and a night!"

Although the other party said so.

But Lost could see that, in addition to fear and awe, hidden in the eyes of this pariah, there was an indescribable pleasure... or rather, gloating.

That look shocked Lost, made him terrified, and made him not dare to think about it.

The **** pariah!

With a flash of blood, the townsman's head was separated, and Lost said in a gloomy voice: "You are the subjects of the Goode family, and you dare to abandon the lord and run away, you all deserve to die!"

The people who were passing with him screamed in horror and fled in all directions. Lost's sword light fluttered, chasing and slashing, and after a while, everyone was killed.

Then strode towards Huisha Manor.

What he saw along the way made his heart heavier and heavier.

The bustling town has become desolate, there are no pedestrians on the streets, the pier on the far shore has been turned into ruins, the people who live here and those who stay here have escaped cleanly, and all this, only with In just two days...everything changed.

In the end what happened.

Holding the sword, he stepped faster and faster, and a bad premonition grew in his heart.

With his usual arrogance and vision, he disdains to have the same knowledge as the pariahs, and kills them with dirty hands, but just now, he slashed and killed with his sword, not only because of the rudeness and hate in the eyes of the other party, but more importantly. The thing is, fear spreads in his heart.

He had to do something to suppress the unease in his heart.

After walking this road, I came to the very center of the town, turned and walked along the north road, which is the road leading to Huisha Manor. After turning the direction, Lost suddenly felt a sudden shock in his heart.

At the intersection ahead, there are rows of heads.

Stacked high.

His body trembled, and he rushed forward in surprise and fear, identifying the dead, and he was afraid of finding their father and their heads inside.

But the next moment, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Stonewall Jonathan..."

He recognized the identity of the head above, a fierce face full of scars, full of infinite panic, pleading and despair, he must have experienced great fear before he died.

This man is the leader of the most troublesome gang of thieves in this area.

"Damn robber, dare to come to Huisha to take advantage of the fire..."

Lost felt a little reassured, then sneered and chopped off the head with a sword. Obviously, Huisha must have suffered a great change, so that the civilians fled in a hurry, and the bandits came to take advantage of the fire, but the lives of these bandits will stay forever. Here, that is to say...

"Father, they are all right, and they even have the spare power to clear up the thieves..."

Thinking of this, he felt a lot less worried, so he cheered up and moved on.

All the way to the manor.

No, there is no manor anymore.

Lost looked at everything in front of him indifferently.

Two days ago, he had arrogantly asked Kant here, despised Kant indifferently, and calmly issued the order to round up, like a high star overlooking everything under his feet.

Now, he can only look at the ruins of his home and the destruction of the historic Goode family. The walls have collapsed, the lawns have burned down, the beautiful buildings have been turned into ruins, and the entire manor has been devastated. , the ground shows strange flatness and scattering traces, as if there is a power of Peimuo's invincibility erupting from the center, pushing everything around it to blow away in all directions.

The ground is full of corpses.

The corpse was melted into the ground by the scorching flames.

The deformed corpse was scorched by the violent flames.

A corpse suffocated by the scorching hot air.

The ground is full of corpses, and the ground is full of people, knights, soldiers, nobles, and commoners. At this moment, the fate of all people is the same, regardless of identity and strength. In the face of death, all living beings are equal.

Lost stood there, chills all over.

Brain is blank.

magician.

Only a magician can do this.

And it is a very, very powerful magician who can do all this!

Damn it! When did the Goode family provoke such a powerful enemy! Who is he!

Despair and anger enveloped Lost's heart.

Then, he saw something.

Those were some things standing in the ruins. The shocking picture before shocked Lost's brain, making him unable to distinguish the details in the ruins. Now, he saw it.

Among the ruins, stood several wooden stakes.

People are tied to it.

One of them is...

"Father!"

Lost's shouts were hoarse, and the mask of the proud and noble son was completely torn. He could no longer look down on the earth proudly, and could only rush towards the stake with rolling and crawling.

Immediately afterwards, a lone wolf-like howl sounded.

"Lynch!"

His eyes were blood red and he was almost crazy. On this stake was tied his father, his younger brother, the knights of the castle, all dead, his relatives, his homeland, his everything.

his, the whole world.

However, a slight squeak came to his ears.

For the current Lost, this sound is not inferior to the loudest thunder.

He raised his head violently and saw the survivor on the other side, that was her sister, her eyes were bound, her mouth was bound, and her body was tightly bound, she could only twist slightly and make a small sound.

A light shone into Lost's world.

He doesn't like his sister very much, or rather, he doesn't care. Although he has some talents, his temperament is very distorted and the pattern is not big. In the future, he can only marry a family commensurate with Huisha, and he will not be able to bring him What help, after all, he wants to follow the First Prince.

That's all.

I don't care.

Just ordinary brothers and sisters, there is no very strong brotherhood.

But now, his heart was filled with infinite emotion and emotion. He remembered the things his brother and sister played together when he was a child. At that time, everyone was pure and clean. A little thing can make you happy all day, and even a little thing can make you happy. No talking all day...but the next day, it's business as usual.

He has never loved and longed for his family more than he does now.

Lost rushed forward, drew his sword and cut off the rope, and took his sister in his arms. He took off her sister's blindfold, untied the rope from her mouth, and looked at her complexion. But the complexion is not white, the breath is not weak, there is no sign of blood loss, no sign of torture, no injury, this is good, very good, very good, even if there is only one person, even if...

—Hey, what is she strapped to her back? How is it so hard to touch?

Hannah also saw her brother.

There were tears of terror and tears in his eyes.

She shouted: "Brother! I have a bomb strapped to my body, hurry up and help..."

Lost did hear that.

Although I don't know what the bomb is.

But I saw my sister's terrified and horrified look.

He probably already understood what the so-called bomb was.

In an instant, he felt the approach of extreme danger. In an instant, his fighting qi was surging, his strength was surging, and Lost raised his arms and threw Hannah in his arms far into the air.

Hannah only felt that her body was flying like clouds and mist. Before the second half of the sentence could be said, she finally realized what was going on. She stretched out her hand and seemed to want to grab Roster's hand, but it was too far away. The rest of the second half of the words turned into screams of endless despair and fear.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Then, the fire shines.

Violent flashes and roars exploded from Hannah's back, and the powerful impact directly blew her body into two pieces, shattering into pieces, and the blood and debris roared down.

Immediately afterwards, a huge explosion sounded from the ground.

The moment Hannah was thrown out, Lost encouraged Dou Qi and quickly retreated backwards. A terrifying force rose from the ground, and the strong shock wave shook the powerful Dou Qi, hurting his body, shaking his flesh and blood, causing Lost spat out a mouthful of blood and twisted his left arm irregularly.

But after all, he escaped the most powerful explosion range.

Blown to the ground by the shock wave.

He lay on the ground.

Watching the flesh fall to the ground.

Watching the remains of his father and Lynch disappear.

Watch as the explosion rising from the ground destroys everything in front of you.

Everything.

He froze.

Just watch.

His eyes were empty, like walking dead.

"what."

laughter.

Laughter sounded ahead.

"Clap clap clap."

Applause.

Someone came from behind the manor.

Lost stared blankly.

Then, the pupils slowly contract.

He recognized the man, Kant, the Joker, the Aurora.

In that instant, he understood everything.

And it feels incredibly ridiculous.

For...why?

Just one, not even martial arts, clown?

Kant stepped on the hot ground and walked towards Lost.

Greeted with a smile.

"Hi."

"Your sister exploded."

He says.

Lost just stared at him blankly, his eyes becoming more and more firm and fierce.

Kant turned a blind eye and continued: "You, too impatient and too selfish, are you happy to see that your sister is not dead? But when danger comes, the first reaction is to throw my sister out. Your so-called happiness is just losing everything. After that, I want to find a spiritual sustenance, I understand this kind of thinking, really."

"But, I have to tell you something."

"Your sister's words are not finished."

"Do you know what the second half is about?"

Kant smiled and said: "I told her that the bomb I tied on her body would explode, but there was a way to dismantle it. The explosion time was set to ten seconds after it was activated, that is to say, if you can listen to her patiently , and remove the detonating trigger on the bomb within ten seconds, your sister will not explode, I think, for you who are very powerful, let alone ten seconds, three seconds is not a problem."

"So, after knowing that your sister was thrown out by you, why did she scream so badly?"

"Because the distance of life was once very close to her."

"But in the end, what killed her was the last family member who had entrusted her all hope... selfishness."

Lost's eyes were trembling, and his body was trembling.

He was breathing heavily.

Can't even speak.

His lips trembled as he stared at the debris falling from the sky.

Emotions on the face are constantly changing, fear, regret, rage, shock, escape, denial…

Kant said lightly: "As for me, I planned to put a bomb in her stomach last night. In this case, you must not be able to escape, and now you will definitely be bombed to half death, but when you do this, a dead People jumped out and messed me up, and the guy who was holding me back forced me to change my mind."

"Looking at it now, the effect is good. I like your expression now."

"I like the way you are now more than your previous look of standing on a high place and looking at people like ants. How high you thought you were standing before, how low you are going to lie down now."

"That's called retribution."

Lost hissed: "It's you, you did all this..."

"yes."

Kant took off the shotgun and pulled the handguard to drive the bolt up, Kata.

He said, "Cry."

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PS1: The first update, four thousand words!

PS2: So, the last chapter did not have a photo profile. Some people were so excited that they would abandon the book, abandon the book, and abandon the book. This is absolutely amazing. Arranging such a plot, Kant’s hesitation and choice are all related to The plot at the end of this volume is directly related. If you write a simple plot and say ahhh, it’s a cliché. If you write a complex structure with a little bit of foreshadowing, you can’t stand the book. Can you be patient? So I got up at one or two in the morning to read the post and ran back to add a few more words, but I didn't sleep well again, Gan.

PS3: Of course, most of my friends are patient and tolerant. I said believe me, I will not let you down, so please keep reading.