Civilization: Beyond Two Worlds

boom.

Kant pulled the trigger.

The projectile went straight to Lost's head.

His fighting spirit shone, and Lost, who fell to the ground, shifted several meters to the left out of thin air, dodging the shot.

Then, his body slowly stood up.

Not getting up, not getting up, but getting up.

The knight shook his head.

His eyes were empty and his expression was stagnant, but the madness of his heart was slowly dissipating.

Almost everything was lost overnight, the hometown was destroyed, the family was razed, the bodies of relatives were blown to powder, and the living sister died because of her own selfishness.

The favor of the eldest prince, the lofty future, the life of a high-class person, all these have been swallowed up by the flames of hatred and despair, these are not important, not important...

Kant fired another shot, and the knight rolled directly to the ground, regardless of his manners, but it was efficient.

dodged the blow.

Then he slowly got up again and looked at Kant with empty eyes.

Kant was startled first, then shook his head and smiled.

This level of police firearms and **** firearms is no longer enough to play a major role in killing powerful knights of the level of Lost, and can only be used for attacking, suppressing, diverting and making up for the knife.

As expected.

This is a world with extraordinary power, and he doesn't feel that he can run the world with the non-military firearms and a small amount of bullets borrowed from the police station and the cash truck.

Rather, he had already anticipated it.

The reason why he used the oil tanker to level Huisha Castle is also for this reason. He used the explosion of the little beggar to test the strength of Samuel's fighting spirit, and he came to the conclusion that the risk of confrontation is high and it is invincible. , Besides, there is the Richard Mage, who can only serve them in this way.

As for Lost's side, there was a perfect plan to stuff the bomb into Hannah's belly. With Lost's mental state at the time, it was inevitable that he could not avoid it. This move to kill his sister in his arms and the subsequent underground explosion was enough to directly kill him. He was seriously injured, and then he could make up for it calmly.

But Kant hesitated after all.

Just like that very dark night, in the small alley in Huisha Town, looking at the little beggar walking towards the street, Kant raised the nail gun.

And the knight held his arm and said no, otherwise there would be no turning back.

When the sharp point of the knife was about to pierce Hannah's lower abdomen, he also felt that someone was holding his arm, and said to him, no, otherwise he would not be able to turn back.

Kant knew that not doing it might be a bad idea.

Just like if you don't kill a little beggar, you are betrayed in a blink of an eye, and you are surrounded by pursuers in a blink of an eye. In a fierce battle, the knight forcibly boosted his vindictive spirit, and suffered a severe puncture wound and lost his life. This became the last thing to overwhelm the camel. A straw, which directly caused Kant to fall into madness.

As now, not doing it, Lost's vigilance and selfishness made him throw Hannah away without hesitation, and dodged the blast's core range without taking mortal damage, which meant a tough fight.

Kant knew.

But he only thought of Cleveland's eyes that night.

Hello, I said, the second time.

Your kindness and soft-heartedness are bad again.

I won't listen to you next time.

Facing the ghost-like Lost, Kant smiled and put the shotgun back on his back.

Then the axe was drawn, and the sword was drawn.

The powerful enemy has keen intuition and tyrannical reflexes. His existing guns can no longer meet the needs of combat, and he needs to be strengthened with all aspects of enchantment, or...get more powerful.

But that's after that.

Now, he has to fight more bravely.

Lost stared at Kant and let out a roar like a ghost.

"You killed my father."

Kant nodded and said, "It's me."

"You killed my brother."

"it's me."

"You ruined my home."

"it's me."

"You killed so many people."

"it's me."

Kant answered calmly and calmly, while the questioner on the other side was full of hatred and sadness.

Compared to that night, the situation has completely reversed.

But both of them are no longer who they were then.

Lost hissed: "You... devil..."

Kant smiled and said, "It's not a devil, it's a clown. Don't call me wrong for the nickname you gave me."

Lost gritted his teeth and said, "Demon, you cruel, cruel, **** demon..."

"If you think so, you are very wrong."

Kant still smiled, and he whispered: "Look, I just turned the living into dead, and you, turned the living into clowns, you say, who is the devil after all?"

Lost hoarsely said, "Lynch is just a child..."

Kant said calmly: "So what, if I have gained any insight from this incident, it is that all living beings are equal, and everyone is the designer of his own behavior, and he also bears corresponding responsibilities, no matter whether he is a man. Or a woman, whether he is an old man or a child, whether he is a nobleman or a beggar."

The knight complained bitterly: "You killed so many people..."

"Dead Goethes are also human beings. When you wave your butcher knives, you should think of today, without the consciousness of being killed. Who are you killing?"

Kant's eyes were bright, his tone was calm, and he never wavered. He said lightly, "Besides, how many people have died? Where does this go? There are not as many people in a building in our community."

Lost doesn't know what a community is.

He didn't want to know either.

The knight has turned into a headless ghost that crumbles madly.

The vindictive movement became more and more violent.

Then there was a wild, shrill, and terrifying roar like a wild beast.

His noble golden grudge had slowly turned bloody.

Through the confrontation with Kant, he accumulated rage, accumulated resentment, and accumulated madness.

And Kant is doing the same thing.

Every time he answered a question, the madness and anger in his heart increased by one point. He thought of the sailors who died calmly, the captain who fought to the death, the broken Bedra, and the raging fire of the Penguin.

And Cleveland's last tears.

The person in front of him has an inescapable responsibility for Cleveland's death.

And the last enemy.

He drank the potion.

Strength, agility, wisdom.

Physical function is greatly improved.

Mental strength and thinking speed have increased significantly.

The surrounding flames that spread again due to the explosion and impact converged towards Kant.

extraction.

The soaring flames turned into pure flame elements, poured into Kant's body, and then spewed out of his hands. Under the guidance of spiritual power, they were outlined into runes, and the divine front of flames spread on the battle axe.

In the right hand, the red blood flame front, in the left hand, the fiery battle axe.

Silver-white fighting spirit rose up.

This is Cleveland's grudge.

I use it to kill you like Cleveland killed you.

This is the final revenge.

Kant and Lost met eyes.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

"kill-"

Almost at the same time, the two raised their weapons, their fighting qi shone, and rushed towards each other.

One person is frantic.

One is calm and cold.

Two lunatics who have lost everything.

In the ruined land, the final showdown takes place.

Swords clashed, fighting spirit roared, and the scattered firelight collided wildly with the vertical and horizontal edges.

"Ahhhhhh kill you kill you kill you kill you!"

Lost slashed and slashed frantically, killing every move. He just howled, only screamed, but didn't cry, because he couldn't cry, there were no tears, only blood, and only blood feud that was sticky to the extreme.

"Kill, kill, kill, you kill!"

Kant slashed with the sword and the axe, roaring: "You are killing! Waste! I killed your father, I killed your brother, I killed your sister, I killed your whole family, how? So what? You Why don't you cry? If you don't cry, you laugh! Why are you yelling so loudly! Why are you unhappy!"

"Why! so! serious!!"

Swords, lights and swords, flames roared, the two fought for their lives, roaring and mad.

I don't know how many moves I've fought.

Until the chance to win comes.

In the next hard slashing, the fire axe finally reached the limit of flame enchantment, disintegrating into pieces in the sky, and losing a weapon, Kant grabbed the shotgun and it was a shot.

Lost did not dodge or evade, resisting the close-range bombardment of the rubber projectile with vindictive aura, and took the opportunity to shoot, the sword light was like a rainbow, and the vindictive energy exploded, knocking Kant's other dagger into the air.

The red blood flames flew into the sky.

Kant has no cold weapons in his hands.

Lost let out a stern roar, slashing the sword straight in, stabbing Kant's heart.

Kant let go of the shotgun.

Unarmed fists, vindictive bursts, hands clasped together, empty handed to white blades.

Just stop for a second.

He gripped Roster's longsword with both hands.

The spiritual power strengthened by the wisdom potion suddenly spread.

Ability to activate.

It's called Extraction.

Lost's blade suddenly disintegrated and turned into many elements.

Kant draws sharpness.

Strengthen on the tip of the nail, scratch out.

Bleeding.

Kant looked at Lost, who was close at hand, and smiled indifferently: "I caught you."

He let go of the shotgun with his left hand, reached out and scooped it up. The red-blooded flame front, which had been picked up in the air, fell down and was caught in his hand. Then, he tried his best to stab it.

The dagger broke into Lost's chest and pierced out.

Lost's grudge erupted, his muscles tightened, and he clamped the dagger tightly, letting the flames on the sword burn his flesh and viscera.

This crazy man who collapsed also showed a cold smile: "I caught you."

His other hand drew a small sword from the dark compartment of the armor.

It's called Death Coil, Kiss of Quiet Night.

It is a cursed treasure bestowed by the eldest prince. It is used to deal with the Snowfall Sword Saint who came out of the city of Dou Shen. It can impose an inextinguishable curse on life, making the opponent's heart slowly stop beating, and it cannot be resolved or avoided. Juggernaut, once hit, only to die.

Now, the so-called responsibilities, the so-called wealth, are not important.

What matters is revenge.

Lost grinned: "Go to hell!"

Curse, activate.

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PS1: The second update, 3,000 words, come here today, the next chapter is high energy, you can guess the plot, if you can't guess, how about giving me the monthly recommended ticket for May?

PS2: By the way, at the end of the month, calculate the situation of the reward. There are a total of 48,000 blades this month, excluding the 4,000 before the reward, and the reward is 44,000 blades, a total of 88,000 in 44 chapters. Words, counting from the first chapter and the eighty-seventh chapter after the opening of the reward, up to now, a total of 74,000 words have been updated in six days, excluding the basic update of 4,000 words per day, that is to say, a total of 50,000 words have been returned. The chapters are all text, and the testimonials and PS are not included.

PS3: This is because I haven’t slept well in the past two days, so I wrote less, and this is more than half of it. Can you guys do it? Do you want me to put up a reward for the one that you clearly said to make me look good It’s a shame that I didn’t write a little bit in the past two days. I saved some face for you. If the reward is paid off before the end of the month, where would you put your face… (funny)

PS4: So do you want to relax the bounty period for three days? At this pace, I'm afraid I'll finish writing the bounty in a few days in May, which is so boring. (laugh)