"Barney!"
Beldin was the first to cry out involuntarily.
"What do you want to do?!"
While everyone was in disbelief, Barney Junior laughed bitterly. He looked at everyone as if he had been freed and resigned to his fate.
"What do I want to do?"
"Nothing."
Barney Junior's gaze slowly calmed down, and he looked even more ominous.
"My father, you, and all of you …"
Barney Junior snorted and shook his head slowly.
"Samel was right. Everything we did was meaningless."
Samel lowered his head in anguish.
"Nalgi was also right. We already belong here. We can't leave."
Nalgi snorted coldly.
"Even Zakriel was right … Some things should never be mentioned …"
Zakriel's expression was complicated.
"In this prison, the only person who is wrong and stupid … has always been me."
Under everyone's horrified gazes, Barney Junior laughed coldly and said loudly,
"I should be buried in the ground for all eternity!"
Once he finished speaking, his arm moved!
Thales sucked in a sharp breath.
However, before everyone could cry out in surprise, a figure pounced on him and seized Barney Junior's sword-wielding wrist!
"No …"
Under Thales' astonished gaze, Naer, the former second logistics officer, grabbed Barney Junior's chest and wrestled with him while his arm trembled.
"No, Barney, no."
Naer pursed his lips and shook his head fiercely. He struggled to speak through gritted teeth.
Barney Junior pushed against Naer, who refused to budge an inch.
"Let go, Naer. I don't want to hurt you."
Beldin gritted his teeth and took the chance to sneak behind Barney Junior.
"I am the logistics officer of the guards, you know." Naer seemed to be trying to be humorous, but his gaze was almost pleading.
"Non-combat casualties … are my responsibility."
Many people reacted to his words.
Barney Junior was stunned for a moment before he chuckled.
"Logistics officer …
"What? You don't even care about what little dignity I have left …"
In the next second, Barney Junior's expression changed, and he shouted angrily,
"Are you going to take it all away?!"
With hell's senses, Thales saw Barney Junior's Power of Eradication surge. Naer's hand was instantly released, and his opponent turned around and threw him away!
Dong!
Naer crashed into Beldin, who intended to seize the opportunity to launch a sneak attack and snatch the sword. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and grunted in pain.
But the moment Barney Jr. grabbed his sword again, a third figure pounced on him and pressed down on his arm!
This time, Barney Jr. stared at the person who stopped him in surprise.
"It's not that simple, Barney."
Nalgi sneered before Barney Junior's eyes. He seized Barney Junior's right arm from an ingenious angle.
"After such a long period of torture, you want to escape just like that? Like your coward father? "
Nalgi said hatefully,
"No way."
Barney Junior furrowed his eyebrows at first, then his anger surged. "You —"
But Nalgi interrupted him.
"At least, not in front of me."
In the next second, against everyone's expectations, Nalgi raised Barney Junior's arm with a cold smile.
He faced the edge of the sword himself.
Chi!
There was a ripping sound.
It was the sound of steel tearing through flesh, a sound that Thales had heard countless times.
"No!"
Thales cried out in surprise with his eyes wide open!
No.
It shouldn't be like this.
It shouldn't be!
He was not the only one who reacted this way. Most of the Royal Guards cried out in surprise.
* Clang. *
The longsword fell to the ground.
* Thud. *
With a languid smile that he had not shown for a long time, Nalgi slowly let go of Barney Junior's arm.
Endless blood gushed out from his neck. It reflected the light from the fire, and it looked like lava in a volcano.
The blood made the stunned Barney Junior's face turn scarlet.
It was as if he wanted to vent all the grievances and resentment he had felt for the past eighteen years.
"Nalgi!" Canon, who was in the same cell as Nalgi, rushed forward with a roar and grabbed Barney's body.
Bruley pounced on him right after.
Both of them were panicking.
Canon held Nalgi, who was bleeding profusely from his neck. He pressed his palm against the terrifying wound in vain, and he began to mutter in fear.
"Help me, help me, Bruley! No, this is an artery … I can't stop the bleeding, I can't … "
As he stared at Nalgi on the ground, Barney Junior first froze on the spot like an ice sculpture.
He then raised his bright red hands and wiped his cheeks, which were also covered in blood. His face was filled with disbelief.
'What is this?
What is this?! '
Barney Junior started to tremble.
Nalgi flashed a pale smile, as if he had succeeded. He seemed to want to say something, but when he opened his mouth, he could only gurgle as blood gushed out of his mouth.
In the end, with his life that was about to disappear, he shook his head slowly at the stunned Barney Junior.
The sudden accident frightened everyone.
Quick Rope, who was frightened, pulled Thales back with him.
"F * ck, is this your plan?
You want to turn them into dangerous lunatics? "
Thales widened his eyes and stared at the scene in front of him.
He stared at the blood that was slowly spreading on the ground.
He remembered a long time ago, when he was in Abandoned House.
The blood on Quide's neck was also the same. It was bright red, surging, and did not seem real at all.
It was like bright paint.
It was all over his head and face.
"Or … or maybe they have been crazy for a long time, and you just dug out their madness … This …" Quick Rope stared at Nalgi in disbelief, who only wanted to die.
Thales trembled.
'No.
'This isn't what I want.
'But …
'They want to …
'Commit suicide?'
Thales thought in a daze.
'No.
'No!
'"Maybe, I mean maybe, Mister Wu … She took you for a ride that day …
'"Maybe she went to …
'"She went to …"
At that moment, the terrifying red blood seemed to have surpassed the ground. It rose like a tidal wave and surged towards him.
It swallowed him whole.
In the dark dungeon, Samel, Tardin, and even Zakriel were shocked. They stood dumbfounded on the spot, not knowing how to react.
Then, another panicked shout attracted their attention.
"Naer!
Naer, you … What's wrong with you?! "
Beldin cried out in terror.
Everyone turned their gazes.
Naer, who was thrown over by Barney Junior earlier, was lying in Beldin's arms and coughing in pain.
His chest was covered in bright red, and the color deepened as he coughed up mouthfuls of blood.
"Ahem … It's not him." Naer forced a smile and shook his head.
"It's just that … I was slightly injured when I fought against those mercenaries just now …"
Beldin hugged him tightly and watched in anguish as the blood in Naer's mouth flowed deeper and deeper, and the amount of blood that flowed out of his mouth decreased.
"This is … This … No …" Beldin's expression slowly became one of despair.
"Don't worry. It's internal bleeding caused by a heavy blow …" Naer shook his head in anguish.
"There was a man who used a sledgehammer. I couldn't dodge it … At that time, I felt that something was wrong …"
Tardin walked forward in disbelief and knelt down beside Naer.
Thales' mind was blank. He could only stare at the two lives that were about to disappear before his eyes.
"No, Naer, Nalgi … Why …" Barney Junior looked at Nalgi, who was lying in a pool of blood on the other side, then at Naer.
His face was contorted, and he could not help but retreat. His words were filled with sobs.
"Why …"
Naer smiled bitterly and coughed up another mouthful of blood.
"You know, after all, we are …
"Not like before."
'Not like before.
'Before.'
Barney Junior groaned in pain. He bent down and held his head in his hands.
"Haha … Now …" On the other side, Nalgi, whose life was continuously draining away, tried his best to speak. With a languid smile, he could only mutter a few words.
"We're … even now …"
Barney Junior trembled and knelt on the ground.
"No, no, you can't do this to me … You can't …"
Under the sorrowful and terrified gazes of all the guards, Barney Junior roared and grabbed the longsword on the ground again!
"You can't!"
However, in the next second, Barney Junior staggered!
He tried his best to regain his footing and tried to find the thing that affected his balance just now.
But Barney Junior did not manage to react. He only stared at his hands in a daze. The longsword had mysteriously disappeared.
'How …
'Where's the sword?
'Where's my tool to free myself?'
* Clang! *
The dull sound of metal clashing against metal rose.
The longsword fell on the ground in a strange manner, attracting everyone's attention.
On the other side, Thales panted non-stop. He withdrew his right hand with a pale face. The intense pain in his body spread again.
'No.
'Never.
'Never!'
His body went limp. Quick Rope held him tightly so that he did not fall.
But in the next moment, before everyone noticed that something was off, a figure who had not moved for a long time rushed forward!
* Thud! *
There was a loud explosion!
The attacking figure punched the side of Barney Junior's face with a right hook!
He then tripped Barney Junior with his knee and tripped him on the ground.
The figure knelt down abruptly. He pressed his arms against Barney Junior's shoulders and pinned him to the ground!
"No, no …" the attacker hissed.
When he saw the person in front of him clearly, Barney Junior's pupils shrank. He roared in indignation,
"Zakriel!"
Barney Junior roared and broke free from the grip on his shoulders. He straightened his upper body desperately, grabbed the back of Zakriel's neck, and delivered a fierce elbow strike!
But the Knight of Judgment did not dodge. He only raised his left arm and took the elbow strike head-on!
The clear sound of bones cracking rose from Zakriel's left arm.
The Knight of Judgment shuddered slightly.
In the next second, the bloodless Zakriel seized the opportunity to grab Barney Junior's right arm. He exerted force with both hands!
* Crack! *
There was another clear sound. With his broken right arm, Barney Junior lay on the ground again with a cry of pain.
Barney Junior held his useless right arm and hissed in pain. He could no longer pick up his sword.
Zakriel held his badly injured left arm. He swayed for a moment, then fell backwards with a pale face.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye.
In just a few seconds, the battle was over.
Even Samel, who had picked up his weapon at the first moment, could only stare at the scene in front of him in a daze.
"Why?" Barney Junior pounded the ground with the back of his head in pain and asked in agony, "Why?
Why did you do this to me?!
Why?! "
While Barney Junior screamed in pain, Nalgi lay on the ground with little life left in him. He flashed his signature languid smile. Naer, who kept coughing up blood, breathed in pain. He wanted to straighten out the blood that choked his lungs.
At that moment …
* Slap! *
A crisp slap to the face.
It sealed Barney Junior's screams in his mouth.
It also attracted everyone's panicked, pained, sad, and helpless attention.
Barney Junior's teeth chattered. He raised his head like a dying patient.
"Eleven times …"
"No …"
It was Zakriel.
With wounds all over his body, he lay beside Barney Junior. He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a few words.
"Eleven times …
"No more …"
His words trembled, and his tone was sorrowful.
Barney Junior seemed to have sobered up a little. He stared blankly at Zakriel, who was convulsing.
"What … eleven times?"
Zakriel inhaled laboriously and exhaled even more laboriously. Then, he slowly raised his head.
He exposed his face to the light of the fire.
* Drip. *
A tear rolled down from his wrinkled eye socket.
It was silent, but it could not be ignored.
Zakriel knelt on the ground and raised his empty hands. His face was covered in tears.
"Enough."
He said in a daze.
At that moment, the dying Thales, who was tortured by the aftereffects of mystic energy, was stunned.
Zakriel.
The Knight of Judgment.
Strong.
Steady.
Determined.
Callous.
Unparalleled.
Unstoppable.
Unshakable.
That was his impression of Zakriel.
But now …
He had never seen Zakriel like this.
A weeping Knight of Judgment.
Everyone fell silent. They stared at their watchman in disbelief.
"Eleven times."
Zakriel sobbed and trembled like a child who had done something wrong. He was filled with remorse and pain.
"Year 86 of the Calendar of Eradication, John the First passed away on his journey. The Three Stars under him fought for the throne, and internal strife lasted for years …"
His tear-filled eyes stared into the air.
"From then on, the Royal Guards served their masters. Their comrades fought against each other with swords …"
Nalgi's breathing quickened uncontrollably. Naer's coughing grew softer and softer.
"No one knows that in the watchman's records, the Royal Guards of Constellation have already experienced eleven divisions and internal strife in the past six hundred years …"
Zakriel closed his eyes in pain again. His hands trembled as if he was holding a huge rock weighing ten thousand kilograms, but at the same time, it felt as if he was holding nothing at all.
"The Royal Guards …
"Eleven times in total …
"Fratricide."
Thales' gaze froze.
"I beg you, enough …"
Zakriel turned his head around. With a sobbing tone, he begged everyone in front of him like a broken patient.
"Don't …
"I'm bleeding."
The dungeon was getting darker and darker. There was only one torch left, and it was still burning, as if it didn't have much time left.
It was waiting for the darkness that would eventually come.
Samel stared at him in a daze, Beldin stared at him in shock, Tardin stared at him in grief, and Bruley stared at him in grief.
Barney Junior stared at him with an incredibly conflicted look.
Thales struggled. He supported Quick Rope and used all his strength to stand up.
"Compared to my predecessors, I am the worst, the weakest, the most useless, the worst, and the most unbearable watchman in the history of the Royal Guards!"
Zakriel's confession continued. His tone was filled with remorse and self-blame that could not be dispelled for the rest of his life.
"I can't protect you, I can't lead you, I can't protect you. I can't even make my own choices. I can only watch everything happen, powerless, and helpless …"
With tears in his eyes, he swept his gaze over his wounded teammates in a daze. In the end, his gaze stopped in the air, and he stared at the non-existent people.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty.
I'm sorry, captain.
I'm sorry, everyone! "
The lonely and desolate Knight of Judgment swayed a little. His injuries were not light to begin with, and he seemed to have used up all his strength to support his knees. He slid weakly to the ground.
"I can't do anything."
Zakriel's tear-filled gaze was fixed on Thales. It was as if he was looking at another person. He was sad and in despair.
"Anything …"
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