Crown of Silence

Chapter 315 The Value of Sacrifice

boom!

The walls on both sides shook with a loud bang, and nearly a hundred holes appeared, from which sharp arrows like a rainstorm flew out.

Two rows of crossbowmen squatted behind them, working in pairs, carrying dark crossbows. That kind of heavy crossbow is a weapon on the battlefield and requires the assistance of a pulley set to tighten the bowstring.

Launched at a close range, it can directly destroy a wall and open a bloody path in the crowd.

The ghost hand roared like a flicker, turned into a phantom, crossed several meters with a snap of his fingers, and stopped in front of the arrow rain. The invisible arms turned into claws and struck the sky with arrows at an incredible speed.

Then, arrows flew out and scattered all over the ground.

Bang!

The alchemy crossbow arrows mixed in them burst into flames, and red flames rose out of thin air, overturning the wall and engulfing the ghost hand.

Ghost Hand's body flew out of the fire and landed on the broken door. Half of his body was burnt black, and dark red blood oozed from the pores all over his body. His heart twitched and he spit out hot blood.

The room was in a mess, the life-sustaining equipment was broken, the shaman was overturned on the ground, and the broken rubber tubes tore out the broken flesh and blood.

I don’t know life or death.

"Damn it!"

He gritted his teeth and struggled to get up from the ground: "Hey! Sir, are you still alive? Don't die."

"Still... alive..." On the ground, the shaman opened his eyes with difficulty: "Guishou, are you okay? I almost want to find another bodyguard."

"To be honest, I also want to change my employer!" Guishou sighed, "This is it, let's stop complaining to each other, okay?"

"Oh, come on then."

"Is it useful to work hard!" Guishou spat out another mouthful of blood, "What other trump cards do you have? Use them quickly. You can kill these bastards in large numbers."

The shaman looked at him like he was mentally retarded, "If I have something like that, why am I being beaten like this?"

Guishou sighed, "In other words, we are dead?"

"Well, I'm dead." The shaman nodded: "You can go, I won't blame you. Keep the green hills and don't worry about running out of firewood."

"I can't walk anymore."

Guishou smiled bitterly and shook his head: "I have been with you for more than thirty years, and my old bones can be used as firewood. What's the use of keeping the green hills? I just ask them to be kind and find a piece of land to bury me. ”

"What about me? You don't care about me?" The shaman's eyes widened: "Do I deserve to be exposed in the wilderness?"

"right."

Gritting his teeth, Guishou got up from the ground and stood in front of him: "Sometimes I wish I could tear you old bastard into pieces first."

The wind howled, one after another.

In an instant, the rain of arrows destroyed the wall. The ghost hand stopped in front of the shaman, roared, and the invisible hand turned into the shape of a giant axe, slashing forward!

This time, it’s a hard attack without dodge!

Bang!

Like the tide rolling back, the black arrows suddenly stopped, broke into pieces, and fell to the ground. Red blood spurted out from the wounds of Ghost Hand. He gritted his teeth and waved his red arms to defeat the oncoming wind and rain!

"Hello, sir."

Guishou looked back at him with a hoarse voice: "Do you still remember what you said back then?"

"You still remember what happened back then. I'm sorry, I lied to you..." The shaman lowered his head in shame: "The money was not stolen back then, I used it to drink."

"Oh it's you!"

Guishou was stunned for a moment, then became furious: "I said everyone was so poor back then, but you were the only one who had money to drink every day!"

"It's been so many years, don't worry about it." The shaman waved his hand awkwardly: "Didn't I pay you back later?"

"You're just saying it now, you really can't feel any sincerity at all!"

"Sorry, I lied to many people. I feel guilty. This is my sin." The shaman sighed and coughed hoarsely, "Sorry, I lied to you too."

"……never mind."

Guishou shook his head and chuckled: "I'm... used to it."

He took a step forward, facing the roaring rain of arrows, and slashed his arms forward. The invisible arm cut through the air and set off a crazy storm. The arrows that came towards me were blown away, like fragile tides, falling apart amidst the roar of the rocks.

Ghost Hand's body was shaken violently, and he was pushed back by the violent force. The fragments of the arrow were embedded in his face and chest, tearing open huge cracks.

Thick blood flowed out, a tragic dark red.

It's hideous and ugly, like an evil ghost.

Just outside the alley, the roar of steel sounded, and countless arrays gathered from all directions. They advanced towards the evil ghost, with cold light on their spears and sharp blades.

The sparrow's face was gloomy, and his palms fell:

"Fire the arrow!"

The ghost hand roared, the blood-colored flames shook violently, and blood-colored dragon scales appeared on the invisible hand, grabbing the heavy rain in the sky. In the closed palms, the arrows shattered one after another.

Bang!

The invisible hand was overwhelmed by the rain of arrows. He staggered back and was pierced by dozens of arrows. Blood spurted out and merged with the soil under his feet, turning it into a quagmire, a bloody quagmire.

"Sir...I have never regretted trusting you."

Ghost Hand murmured softly and wiped the bloodshot eyes from the corner of his mouth: "Look, people like me are born like dogs. If they leave the kennel, they have nowhere to go... As long as there is a chance to stop being a dog, let me do it." I'm willing to do anything.

After so many years, only you have told me: no one should be born as a dog, and people who are born humble can also have value and meaning. "

For so many years, in this stinky ditch, these homeless degenerates can only look up to the sunshine of the big shots, sinking in the darkness, without salvation, and without knowing what it means to live with dignity.

But even low-class people should be able to walk down the street with their heads held high. Even if you can't bathe in the luxurious sunshine, you still have to go to the grave with your backbone after death.

This is a luxury that no one has ever imagined.

that's enough.

This is enough to satisfy someone who has nothing.

"Actually, I never understood what you said."

Ghost Hand looked at the shaman, his eyes full of expectation: "But I want that thing called 'dignity' and 'meaning'. I live for it, sir, and I am willing to die for it."

"Idiot, life has dignity and meaning!"

The shaman gritted his teeth and growled, but Ghost Hand laughed. He faced the advancing array, staggering, stepping on the ruins step by step, and walked towards the front.

"Too bad there's no wine."

The ghost hand lowered his head, licking his own blood, like drinking wine, and recited the toast happily: "——I wish you always have this day."

He roared, and flames burst out from his red invisible hands. The flames burned his body and turned into a thrilling red.

At this moment, frightening power emerged from the body of this skinny old man. That power surged through his blood and body, bathing his entire body in flames.

Knives and swords can't kill him, and the storm can't defeat him. He... is burning!

If you look down from the sky, you can see that the shadow jumped into the color of steel. Wherever it passed, the iron light was dyed red by blood.

The red stretched straight forward, smeared from the iron light, like blood falling into mercury, tragic and crazy. In an instant, the ghost hand was so close that it was hard to see clearly.

"Assholes, come on."

Ghost Hand grinned, his face full of cracks looking as ferocious as a wolf:

"——The party has just begun!"

This crazy old man was covered in bruises and bones, like an evil ghost crawling out of a corpse. Evil ghosts are fighting in the human world, sipping red wine and roaring.

Wherever it passed, everything was torn apart by the invisible hand and twisted into a piece of debris.

"Stop him!"

Ingmar screamed, his expression twisted and crazy on the restless horse. The commander parroted the words, sounding more and more ridiculous.

boom!

The sword edge collapsed, the armor was shattered, the human body was twisted, the head was broken, the heart was broken... The ghost hand chopped off the thorny spear, suddenly jumped up, soared into the air like a bird, and stepped on the soldier's shoulder armor. The soldier's shoulders slumped and he knelt down, but he flew past the steel array and rushed towards Ingmar, his face stained red with blood like a demon.

Ingmar screamed and pulled the commander beside him to block him, but in the next moment, the commander was torn apart. Amidst the blood splashing, a red figure fell from the sky, and an invisible hand slashed at the sparrow behind Ingmar.

The sparrow's expression changed dramatically, and it retreated. The drum under the cloak trembled and burst out with music.

Then the earth cracked, and endless fire spewed out, swallowing up the ghost hand. In the flames, the steel was burned until it was red and melted into molten iron. The earth boils like a liquid.

In an instant, Guishou's figure disappeared into ashes and disappeared without a trace.

"died?"

In the silence, the sparrow looked at the empty hole in the ground. It was only now that the fear in his eyes disappeared, and a wave of fear emerged: he was just a killer who was about to die of old age. He killed hundreds of fully armed soldiers without using any music, and finally almost killed himself...

He looked at the silent old man and gritted his teeth:

"Shaman, you really have a good and loyal dog."

"He's not a dog."

In the mud, the shaman looked at him with cold eyes: "His name is Kailin Moreira. Don't underestimate my friend..."

At that moment, the sparrow was frightened.

Because among the scorched earth and the embers of fire, there was a hoarse song.

That song came from the distant desert land and was a prayer chanted by the Theban priests for the gods. They dedicated their blood and sacrifices to seek miracles from the indifferent god.

So, a miracle happened here.

The broken invisible hands condensed here, and the power hidden in them completely exploded. The evaporated blood and the embers of the fire gathered together to construct the figure.

As if struggling back from the underworld and crawling back into the world of the living, that figure slowly opened its blood-red eyes and roared silently!

"Once this thing is connected to your body, you will really get an arm from Hades. You will have the power you want, and no one can stop you."

In the past, Hermes' voice sounded, cold and low: "But this is the most demanding agreement. Once signed, there is no turning back. You will gain power, but your whole life will be eroded by it. , become its bait and food, you will be cursed and suffer torture and pain day and night.

After you die, what awaits you is no longer heaven and hell, but empty ashes with nowhere to go. Answer me, is this the future you want? "

Just right.

Such a future is really exciting!

The ghost hand roared, and the fragmented body regrouped, and green flames spurted out from his body, giving him strength and the anger from the dead!

kill!

This time, the steel array could no longer stop him. He moved forward, tearing through the layers of armor with his flaming hands, bathing in blood.

No more aging and pain, no more human shackles, his speed reached an unprecedented limit in the power gained by burning souls.

Just waving his hands, the layers of armor fell apart, the flesh and blood under the armor separated and fell off, and the heart broke silently. All obstacles fell apart under the invisible hands.

Only blood flew.

In the endless blood, the ghost hand roared and rushed towards the sparrow.

"This guy... actually signed a contract with the creatures of the ether world?!" The sparrow's expression was pale, and he subconsciously gritted his teeth and cursed.

The drum in his arms roared, sending out a rhythm from the abyss. The dead on the ground suddenly withered, and the demons hatched from them, climbed up, and pounced on the ghost hand.

But all the demons were vulnerable in front of the ghost hand!

"Shoot!" Sparrow screamed: "What are you waiting for?!"

The dark rainstorm gushed out from the heavy crossbow, but the ghost hand ignored it and let it penetrate his body, completely tearing the demon in front of him apart.

One step, two steps, he was moving forward!

Slowly, unstoppably, breaking through layers of obstacles and rushing forward!

The blood was splashed, covering everything, dyeing everything red. The burning ghost hand set off a mighty wind and thunder, turning into the god of death. Just relying on this pair of reborn hands, he killed into the army.

Unstoppable!

The sparrow roared, and the giant snake drilled out of the soil, opened its mouth and swallowed the ghost hand, but it was spasmed in pain in the next moment, split open by the hand knife, withered and dissipated.

The ghost hand roared, and the fire from the burning soul suddenly burst out, and the blood around it rose, breaking through the last obstacle, and it was close to the sparrow.

Sparrow staggered back, and layers of shields appeared on his body, but then they shattered. The scattered light was swallowed by blood, so horrible.

Flames and strong winds suddenly emerged, pounced on the ghost hand, engulfed the ghost hand, and placed it in the flame cage.

Then, he pushed his palms forward, and the shrieking music suddenly burst out, the ether changed, and the elements were refined. The soil around rolled, and the red iron juice emerged out of thin air, forging a sharp and unparalleled sword blade, whistling out.

——The Chapter of Damocles.

The roar continued to burst out.

The figure chopped off several sword blades, but more sharp blades fell from the sky and pierced his chest.

He roared, shook again, pulled out the sword blade with his right hand, blocked it, and the invisible left hand screamed, causing the sword blade to twist and roll back.

Sparrow's face changed suddenly, and he was almost beheaded by the flying sword blade. He roared, pressed his hands down, and his blood burned, blending into the music, making the sharp blade condense a thousand times.

The ghost hand chopped down, causing countless sharp blades to roll back and cut his dress and the drum in his arms. The drum exploded, and Sparrow screamed, but the ghost hand stepped forward and chopped again!

Both arms fell off at the root, and blood gushed out.

"Ingmar! How long are you going to be stunned!"

Sparrow staggered back and screamed.

The ghost hand came closer, and the palm broke through the air, and a huge crack appeared on Sparrow's chest, and blood gushed out. The heart was already grasped by the ghost hand, and it would fall apart in the next moment.

But the ghost hand's movement suddenly stopped.

Stiffened in place.

"So, there is time..." He murmured in astonishment, watching his body quickly dry up and crack inch by inch, like burnt and broken clay, full of cracks.

What a pity, just a little bit!

He looked at the pale-faced Sparrow in front of him, and at the beating heart in his hand: Just a little bit! Just a little bit, it would all be over!

Snap!

With a crisp sound, his body fell apart.

"In the end, I still didn't do anything...."

The broken face fell to the ground, pulling up a self-deprecating smile, "Sorry, sir, a life as empty as mine... is worthless until death..."

Although he was smiling, tears flowed down and seeped into the cracks, like a crying clay man.

"What do people like you know! You can't even understand the situation! It's almost..."

Sparrow gritted his teeth, looked down at the ghost hand, and trampled on his face furiously, one foot after another, trampling that smile into pieces:

"The shaman has already failed! Failed, understand!"

In the sky above his head, there was a wind tunnel from the abyss, and a huge shadow suddenly flashed in the wind tunnel. It shook the heaven and earth, and the incarnation of God descended into the kingdom of shadows.

This country, this city, everything here... is destined to be buried in the abyss.

"Do you see it?"

The sparrow looked up at the shadow in the sky fanatically, "You can't stop anything! Everything you do is meaningless!

Even if you die, it has no value."

"No, Ghost Hand, your life is not meaningless."

At that moment, the shaman's hoarse voice echoed in the air.

Everything froze in place wherever he passed.

He got up from the mud and pulled out the tubes in the empty chest. He passed through the solidified world, stepped on the ruins and debris, and walked to the side of Ghost Hand.

Just waving his hand, the sparrow was wiped out in the turbulent change.

"Thank you, Ghost Hand."

The shaman picked him up from the mud, and his hoarse voice was like iron rubbing: "You bought me time, the most critical time."

Guishou looked at him, tried his best to open his eyes wide, and grabbed his hand, as if grasping the salvation: "So, did I really...save anything?"

"have."

The shaman closed his eyes, and turbid tears flowed down his face in embarrassment, and he burst into tears: "My friend, the fifteen minutes you persisted saved the entire Angel, and also changed...changed the entire world. ”

"Is it?"

Guishou smiled: "That's great, sir, this feeling... is so good."

His expression froze, and cracks spread and shattered across his body.

The last bit of life was exhausted, turned into dust, and drifted away.

The shaman stared at him blankly, held his hand, and felt his hand turn into dust, flowing down from his fingers and disappearing without a trace. He could freeze the entire space, but he couldn't stop his life.

he died.

"My friend, your suffering in life is over. May you... sleep peacefully in the world of death."

The shaman raised his head and let the tears fall from his face. He stared at the abyss wind tunnel in the night sky with angry eyes, slowly raised his palm and declared:

"In my name, the fifth seal is released!"

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