Before the frightened Monty could figure it out, the anxiety in his body expanded.

Suddenly, many parts of the Death Crow's body burst into flames!

It was as if there was an invisible blazing flame that instantly enveloped Monty.

"Fuck you!" Monty roared in pain, and threw his body back just as he was halfway up.

Not only these places, but also the head, shoulders, legs, waist, chest...

"Damn it, stab the head!!"

The Death Crow fell to the ground, with a painful expression on his face, rolling around crazily all the time!

Trying to put out the strange flames.

In front of him, Nikolai, who was freed from his restraints, knelt weakly on the ground, holding the red Rising Sun Saber firmly under his palm.

The red light around Nicolai gradually dissipated.

The meteorite man was lying on all fours, shaking his body as if he had never breathed air in several lifetimes. He was breathing heavily, feeling the luck of the shortage of energy flowing back into his brain, and even his fingers were trembling.

From his neck up, Nicolai's face had never been so red, like the color of blood.

For a moment, the only sounds left in the field were the screams and rolling of the Death Crow, and the sound of the Fallen Stars gasping for breath at any cost.

A minute passed, and Monty finally suppressed the last inch of flames on his body, but he looked extremely miserable, with white smoke coming out from all over his body, and burn marks everywhere on his clothes, especially his arms.

The dead crow groaned in pain, and the unpleasant burning smell spread.

Nicolai was still lying on the ground weakly. The wasteland around him had already become scorched black, and a small amount of light smoke was rising from the man's body.

Both men fell to the ground, one was too weak to get up, and the other was badly burned.

"what is that?"

Monty lay on his back on the ground without any force, trembling all over, and said as he was dying: "I have never heard... that the Rising Sun Saber can be used like this."

Nicolai raised his head in the direction of Monty with difficulty, shook his head vigorously, his eyes were blurred, as if he had just recovered from the nightmare of being chained to the neck.

He took a hard breath and used his last bit of strength to lie down on his side.

"The legendary anti-magic weapon... will be affected by the user. In the hands of different people, it will adapt and change more or less, just like the power of termination."

Nikolai's expression was distracted, as if he had just been tortured. He tried his best to squeeze the Rising Sun Saber that was no longer shining, and said weakly and intermittently: "I have seen...Tulha use the Rising Sun Saber as a magic gun in a narrow space.

The passage...creates horrific flames and explosions."

Monty hissed and struggled to get up.

"Don't move, Monty," the Fallen Star lowered his head, his voice came faintly, and the words were full of fatigue: "If you don't want to be burned to ashes."

"I still...can't control it well...it..."

Monty stiffened slightly when he heard this.

He sighed softly and lay down again.

Seeing the enemy lying down, Nikolai, who had been exhausted, took a deep breath and looked at the Rising Sun Saber in his hand with a depressed expression: "As you can see, I, I... I really can't get along with this broken sword.

In six years, we can only do this..."

There was a moment of silence between the two.

"'Only'?"

Monty laughed miserably, and tremblingly stretched out his arms with burned-out armor and charred skin. He felt that the last bit of strength was disappearing with the burning: "You just used the Rising Sun Saber to make yourself a pair of flame armor and roasted me.

A half-cooked person, and you call this 'incompatible'?"

Nicolai smiled and looked at Monty with particularly complicated eyes.

"No, you haven't been a captain, and you haven't read the records in the "Book of Legends of the White Blade". The Soul-Severing Blade once single-handedly resisted the tens of thousands of Eastern Continent troops of King Nightwing. But with it, I could only block and isolate hundreds of people with it.

Caller."

The Fallen Star seemed to have rested well, and his words became fluent, and he said sadly: "The rising sun, which is said to be able to burn all things, has also become an armor that uses flames to protect and defend in my hands."

"I guess, even the soul-killing spear that once created hundreds of miles of no-man's land, in my hands, can only become a spear tip that says 'Keep strangers away, those who come near will be killed'."

Nicolai raised his head and smiled bitterly: "Otherwise, I don't want to make the fight look so ugly."

Monty's eyes froze as he gasped in pain.

"What?"

The Dead Crow looked at his opponent in disbelief: "Are you saying that the current situation was what you had planned from the beginning?"

"Luring me to show up and use the Rising Sun Saber to resolve the battle?"

It's impossible that Monty stared blankly at his old comrades, old boss, and old captain, as if he no longer recognized him for a moment.

Nicolai lowered his eyes and pursed his lips.

"When the battle started, I was at the biggest disadvantage."

"You gained the upper hand and hid in the dark, while I was seriously injured and my combat power declined, plus this terrain," the Fallen Starman said here, looking at Thales who seemed to be unconscious in the distance, and curled his lips:

"This is the battle you are best at, the most advantageous battlefield. And even if I look for you for another twenty years, I still can't find you. I can't fight back, so I can only kill you in vain."

"Coupled with that boy's interference, I have no chance of surviving until your crossbow misses the mark."

Monty's whole body stiffened.

"I can only hold on to that kid, pretend to lose my mind, and risk taking two arrows from you, even sacrificing my legs for this." Nicolai seemed to finally get rid of the sequelae of being locked on his neck, and he slowly sat up

Come on, reach out to deal with the injury on your calf: "Try to hook you out and kill me at close range."

Monty gritted his teeth slightly.

The Meteorite looked at the miserable Monty with burning eyes: "Of course, it's still very risky. The timing of your appearance was too cunning, and the twister formed too quickly. I didn't even have a chance to counterattack, and I almost fainted."

Monty took a deep breath, tiredness appearing in his eyes.

"Son of a bitch," Death Crow lay on the ground and said in despair, "If it wasn't too hasty, I should have made a few poisonous arrows a few days in advance."

"Humph," Nicolai raised the corner of his mouth and began to bandage the wound silently, "Do you know where you lost?"

Monty said nothing and clenched his burned fists slightly.

"You have been a scout for too long and are used to keeping an absolutely safe distance."

Nicolai seemed a little sentimental, and his hand movements paused slightly: "You are used to attacking from behind, and you can kill with one blow."

"I guess you have almost forgotten what it feels like to fight and bleed face to face."

"Is it."

The Dead Crow frowned slightly at first, and then said in confusion: "But you, Thornhead, you..."

"When did you start a war and think about so many things at the same time?"

Nicolai shook his head, with mixed emotions in his eyes: "A commander always thinks one step more than others."

"You are different." Monty tried his best to sit up, endured the pain and exhaled a breath, and said unwillingly: "Like Kaslan, a person who fights with his brain... You are still the one I know, the one with the disgusting look on his face

, is it a thorn in the eye that everyone hates and kills people with red eyes?"

Nicolai forced a smile and pulled out the crossbow bolt from his calf despite the pain.

"Can you say it now?"

The Fallen Starman tore open his clothes and tied the wound on his calf tightly. The Rising Sun Saber was within his reach: "Why?"

"Why betray us."

Monty closed his eyes in despair and laid the back of his head back on the ground.

"Does this still matter?"

"We are already like this," the voice of the Dead Horning Crow was extremely tired: "Let's take action quickly."

"End it."

Nicolai was silent for a while.

He turned his head: Thales was unconscious on the ground, motionless.

The next second, the Fallen Starman exerted force on his hands that were tied to the wound and tied his calf tightly: "This is very important."

"Because I am your captain," the Fallen Starman's eyes were like daggers, and he slowly moved from the wound to Monty's body, as if there was substance: "I am your leader."

Monty laughed loudly and slowly shook his head on the ground: "It's ridiculous, you actually like to reminisce about the past..."

Nicolai suddenly raised his voice and interrupted him vigorously: "Because I am the commander of the White Blade Guards!"

"The White Blade's Head!"

His expression was twisted and he gritted his teeth: "I should be the one who has been leading you, protecting you, and spurring you."

"Ned fucking Monty!"

Nicolai punched the ground beside him, which was burned beyond recognition.

He let go of his teeth and gasped softly.
To be continued...