I can't open my eyes, I can't even form my thoughts,

Throwing the silver meteor spear for the last time drained him of all his strength, his breathing became weak, and his hands and feet slowly became cold.

Even the load-bearing pain in his body that made him want to scream until his throat became hoarse or even go crazy was gradually going away without being felt.

Red 'slobber' trickled down from the side of his mouth, and there was only a dull gap left in his field of vision.

From the departure of the scene to the collapse of the scene when arriving, and on the journey back to the starting point, I tried my best to survive the crisis time and time again.

Now, an "artificial number" that is so huge and dark that it is beyond imagination is about to descend on the center of London.

At this moment, Fangran was like ashes that had been burned out.

Click——

The ground collapsed and rubble fell from the edge of the circular pit. Near the intersection of the financial city, groups of numbered monsters surrounded them. Because of the attack just now, they did not dare to approach.

Scenes of fierce battles are taking place all over the vast city of London. At this moment when the final heavy movement sounds in the darkness, Fangran is the only place that is extremely quiet.

Both physical and mental strength were overwhelmed, and his consciousness was constantly rising and falling in chaos but could not gather itself.

"Fangran!!!"

Until this worried shout became the last effort to gather consciousness, I could remember who I was and what level of self-awareness I had, and my vision was blurred to the extreme.

Fangran saw someone running towards him as if in a dream.

Panting violently as he ran with all his strength and feeling a burning sensation in his throat, the pale young man jumped down into the pit regardless of the sharp gravel. He was unable to maintain his balance as he fell so hard that he shivered and ran towards Fangran.

Come.

Keri...im...

Like a machine that only reacts instinctively to what it realizes, Fangran looked at Krim appearing in front of him at this time, and had no doubts as to why he was here.

"Fangran! Fangran? Can you hear me!?"

The handsome pale face was panting and messy. Krim looked at the fallen Fangran and yelled at a loss, hurriedly trying to determine his condition.

Then I couldn't believe that his pulse and breathing had weakened to an incredible level!

The aftermath of the dark and heavy A-class battle roared in the air, and the entire London turned into a battlefield at the final moment.

With Weiwei's determination, the pale figure lifted the black-haired young man's hand and put it on his shoulders, and trudged towards the outside of the circular pit step by step with difficulty.

"Fangran, let's go...I'll take you to the hospital. I'll take you to the hospital right now..."

Using all his strength to firmly hold Fangran's body steady, Krim resisted the pain and looked forward, his eyes wide open helplessly as if grasping a life-saving straw, and he trembled in fear and said to himself:

"I know the best doctors in Europe. They will definitely cure you. You will be fine. I won't let you die. I won't..."

His voice rose slightly while he was breathing heavily, and his tone quickened, as if he wanted himself to believe this, and believed that in this case he could take Fangran to the hospital and make him safe.

Then at the moment when I felt the soundlessness of the young man on my shoulder,

The deceptive words collapsed, and the guilt and apology turned into tears, which made him swallow his words even more and lower his head.

"sorry...."

sorry?

Thoughts were recovering very slowly, and the whole weight of his body was pressing on Kerim. Fangran lowered his head and was confused as to why he said this to himself. Feeling the pain at this moment, he even choked up and choked with sobs.

"I'm sorry...I didn't know...I didn't know it would be like this..."

The roar of the battle between the participants came from all over the city. The pale and feeble young man was carrying the black-haired figure who had collapsed from overexertion, dragging heavy steps and struggling forward step by step, repeating his apology in a choked voice,

Then, bang.

With tears blurring his vision, he hit the boundary wall of the circular pit. His already reluctant steps could no longer support the weight of the two of them, and they fell back to the ground again.

With almost no strength in his muscles, he struggled to get up. Krim looked at the wall in front of him blankly while panting.

The ground collapsed downward into a circular pit, and the broken streets had a steep slope that was almost vertical. Although it was only about two meters,

This height,

He couldn't take Fang Ran up there.

For everyone else in the current scene, it is about the height of a step, and it has become an insurmountable chasm for Krim at this moment.

And what's worse,

It seems that the party he came into contact with was safe and sound. The numbered monsters nearby who were shocked by the blow just now,

They all started to rush here eagerly!

In the dark and surging darkness of London, the figure who I thought was stronger than anyone else has fallen beside him, facing the swarms of numbered monsters coming,

Krim turned his head and looked blankly at the inner wall of the circular pit, feeling desperate for the first time.

The gap between ordinary people and participants is often not the mighty power from heaven to earth, but this small but absolutely insurmountable ‘step’.

Twenty-year-old Harvard Ph.D., the youngest winner of the highest award, a rising star in the field of European scientific research, the eternal prodigy in the school, a genius...

What’s the use of all this!?

Thinking of the halo around him in the eyes of the outside world, he scratched the ground with his fingers and slowly tightened his grip. Feeling helpless and bitter, Krim gritted his teeth tightly and shed trembling tears.

Not only did he put his friend in a desperate situation, but he didn't even have the strength to bring him up from here...

Groups of numbered monsters jumped down from the pit and rushed towards them. The most powerful one among them was even the top 40 of B-level. This was a situation that even ordinary participants could not resist. It was a desperate situation that ordinary people could not even face.

,

"Why...."

He didn't even have the strength to give up on himself and shout questions, leaving only the pitiful and humble Geng with a hoarse throat and all the sadness flowing down his eyes as he closed his eyes in pain.

I can't be a participant...

And she fell beside him, unable to make a sound or move. In Fangran's blurry vision, she didn't understand why she felt extremely sad just looking at this scene.

Crim?

Instinctively, I wanted to reach out and pat him on the shoulder, but as soon as I twitched my fingers, a sea of ​​dark monsters rushed in like despair.

Then at this moment when the two of them were about to be completely submerged,

A bloody tornado appeared out of thin air!

The red storm under the dark sky, the powerful tearing power directly emptied the surrounding area, and the powerful A-level aura shocked other surviving numbered monsters and fled in all directions.

What landed from mid-air with bright red wings was a vampire with red eyes on a pale and handsome face!

Krim was suddenly rescued from a desperate situation. With tears left in his eyes, Krim looked at his appearance with wide eyes, and fell to the ground. Fangran instinctively mobilized his remaining thoughts,

This breath is...

"I'm still wondering why the mark left on your body is moving around. Is this the place where you do such boring things?"

With an arrogant and cold voice floating above the circular pit, Feimiller looked indifferently at Klim's embarrassed appearance, then turned his red eyes to look at Fang Ran who fell on the ground, frowning in a contemptuous tone:

"Did you fall down because you couldn't bear the force? It's so stupid and ridiculous."

Thinking about the truth about the power that hurt me that night in Paris, it turned out to be this kind of false thing that only appeared due to overdraft and could not be called 'powerful' at all.

Femmel felt disappointed from the bottom of his heart, and then the bloody red light flashed together into a fatal final blow!

"Since he is a reckless waste, then just die for him."

But the moment he raised his hand and pointed it at Fangran,

With strength coming out of nowhere, Krim stumbled up on his hands and knees, rushed in front of Fangran, opened his hands, and shouted at the top of his lungs while his chest heaved violently!

"Wait a moment!!"

The moment he saw him acting like this, Femmel's already cold red eyes narrowed slightly, and he slowly asked in a cold voice:

"What are you doing?"

Bearing his aura, Krim lowered his head and his teeth were trembling, but he still did not move away and his voice was weak and trembling.

"Don't kill him..."

"You know what you're talking about now?"

Although his words were calm and steady, seeing that he dared to stand in front of her and resist like this, the cold danger in Feimiller's voice was about to condense and overflow!

"Don't...don't kill him..."

The words were repeated tremblingly. Krim raised his eyes and looked at him. Behind him, Fang Ran moved his lips and breathed weakly.

At this moment, I heard his humble and feeble pleas in the ups and downs of his breathing.

"Please, Father."

Father....?

The moment he heard this title, Fangran's slit-like vision widened slightly,

When he was rushing to Rome, the scene of Kerim smiling gently at him appeared in his mind for no apparent reason, and he suddenly remembered that his answer at that time was actually very strange.

-'Well, okay, then I will try my best if I have to'-
To be continued...