He is no longer afraid of death.

Osowitz felt the passage of life, and he decided to do something more. He raised his head, stretched out his only remaining hand, grabbed the soil in front of him with difficulty, and pulled it on the ground little by little.

Hold your own body.

He pushed aside the corpses and saw the situation outside: the battle was over. There was no doubt that the most terrifying black devils had won their victory. Most of them had left, and only a few of them were still there.

The battlefield was busy just now, and the veterans could see that they seemed to be laying booby traps and other things.

He doesn't care.

He looked to the other side and caught the unpressed starter in an officer's hand. He recognized it. As long as he pressed that button, the explosives buried in the ground would completely blow up the place. These explosives were them.

They had laid it down with their own hands, and facing these most terrifying opponents, they had to make all preparations.

Now...if he could activate it...

He stretched out his only hand and firmly grasped the soil in front of him. The sharp stones and iron filings cut his fingers mercilessly, but compared to the indescribable pain on his body, it was simply...

It's gentle.

He slowly pulled his body and carefully hid behind the burning pile of corpses, avoiding the sight and footsteps of the dark angels. Fortunately, they had no interest in these burning corpses and focused their attention on them.

On the work in hand.

Close...

Close again...

Just a little bit closer!

Soon...

【What are you doing, old gentleman?】

A chuckle came, and the cold blade lazily pressed against his neck.

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Morgan looked at the dying man at his feet with interest.

Originally, she was just searching for any lost souls before leaving. Although she could not eat most human souls, this did not prevent her from collecting them.

Then, she discovered such a figure walking slowly among the corpses.

She looked at him and then at his target, and a kind of boredom and bad taste surged in her heart: If you give a dying soul a vain hope, will his soul also change in some other way?

【You don’t need to struggle like this, old gentleman.】

Through inner sensing, her voice can echo directly in the old man's mind.

[Look at you, you are so old and seriously injured, but they still recruited you here. Such a country is not worth the sacrifice. 】

[Surrender, you can choose the true path, and the empire will rule the world. Obedience will bring benefits, but resistance will not.]

She chuckled and pointed her finger, and countless illusions circulated in the dying man's mind: wealth, power, a body that had regained its youth, the former superiors humbled themselves like servants, kneeling at his feet, those who died

His descendants were resurrected again by great power and surrounded his knees.

This is not difficult at all. She knows what these most ordinary people want. In her phantoms and words, she has bewitched some of the most powerful people in the galaxy, let alone this small mortal in front of her.

Morgan felt the shake of the old soul, she chuckled, ready to observe its changes.

But one second passed, then the second, the third...

It doesn't change anything.

And until this moment, the old, weak soul that Morgan didn't even look at was speaking in the most determined tone.

[Take your promise and go away! Devil!]

[I don’t know what power, honor and eternal youth are. I am a rough man. I only know that you bastards broke into my motherland, killed my relatives and friends, tore my life into pieces, and let

Everything about me is on fire.]

【No matter what reasons you have, I will never forgive you!】

【Do you think you are great? Do you think you are noble?】

【You are a vicious devil! Your words are nothing but falsehood and deception!】

【You yourself don’t believe it!】

His soul was roaring, roaring, and the old body was also roaring. His palms had been bruised by stones and iron filings, but he still clung to every piece of soil, struggling and firmly.

Moving forward.

He breathed.

He struggled.

He felt something.

He felt the sound of the wind.

What a cold wind.

His brain thought in hindsight, and then he felt that his neck seemed to hurt. Only then did he realize that everything in front of him seemed to be spinning, and then he felt that his head seemed to be colliding with the rock.

He saw those black devils, and they seemed to have noticed this side. He saw the black armor and the long knife, which were stained with blood, as if it was his blood.

...that's it.

He was sighing in his heart, and he felt pain in every part of his neck. He saw that his body, a headless body, was bleeding.

pity.

He was almost there.

He thought so, and then closed his eyes.
Chapter completed!