"No, killer, you haven't grown up, it's not..."

His vision slowly dimmed, and his whole body slumped unconsciously.

"You are just, just like me at that time..."

Lausanne II frowned.

"I was scared..."

"Backed off..."

Kong Geyou said quietly:

"Weak..."

"I'm so cowardly..."

laugh!

Lausanne II drew out his sword, and Konggeyou lost his support and fell to the ground.

Bright red blood flowed out from under his body.

He lay on the land of the new suburb, his eyes gradually losing their luster.

"Just like this, Baibu Ranger, you lose."

Lausanne II spoke softly, almost to himself.

Also dead.

Drowned in a pool of blood.

rotting in the soil.

No one will remember you.

Or your struggle.

Whether it's the Emerald City or the entire world, it's still the same.

It's like nothing happened.

[Injury...blood...]

Shut up.

【Blood……】

The vampire killer shook his head, ignored the call in his body, and stepped forward without hesitation, stepping over the ranger's body.

It can't be his blood.

It can't be him.

On the cold land, the big sword in Konggeyou's field of vision gradually morphed into a lake.

Yes, I lost.

But at least...

Some things... are not lost.

Because they have nothing to do with winning or losing.

Konggeyou felt sleepy, so he gently closed his eyes.

Remember, Konggeyu, my child.

During those years when he had no father and had nightmares every night, his mother said this before his bed:

A long, long time ago, when the Emerald City was not called the Emerald City, there was war and famine everywhere.

Tyrants and evil officials exploit good people, and traitors and bullies oppress the common people.

People were unarmed and dared not speak out when they were angry. They only dared to secretly call them "water ghouls" and then continued to lower their heads and silently endure the injustice day after day.

at this time……

The rangers are coming.

Konggeyou fell asleep quietly.

So, my child, remember your mother's words.

No matter how scary the water ghoul is...

Within a hundred steps, there must be a ranger.

Punish evil and promote good.

Eliminate violence and make peace.

Lausanne II moved forward vaguely, but stopped before taking a few steps.

"You didn't help him, you just stood there." Lausanne II raised his head and looked at the man in front of him who was wrapped in cloth and dressed in foreign clothes. "I think you are probably not here to 'defend justice' like him.

People."

The foreign man leaning against the wall with a spear in his hand was a rough-looking man. He slowly raised his head, revealing a pair of sharp eyes.

"The sun is all-knowing, and the battle is pure, unmixed with what is and what is not."

The foreign man spoke softly, not very fast, even intermittently.

Lausanne II was moved in his heart.

This is the lingua franca of the Eastern Continent, which is close to the Flame Sea.

Compared with Star Kingdom, which claims to be an orthodox empire, many vocabulary and grammatical habits are different.

As for opening the mouth, Xi Ri is omniscient...

Are they from Hamble?

Under the moonlight, the spearman left the wall and walked up to him.

etc.

Lausanne II studied the other party's appearance:

He seemed to recognize this person.

On the day of the general election, it seemed that the person the host spent the most time introducing was him.

Probably still a big hit.

What are the names of the contestants from Hamble?

Bischoff Jabari Kanamani?

What did the audience call him...little stream?

"Xiri saw that your skills are very powerful, much better than those of the generals." The foreign man stared at him.

It depends on which year the general selection is.

Lausanne II was in a bad mood - even though he didn't want to think about the reason behind it, he said directly: "So?"

The man's spear was placed on his shoulder, calm and motionless.

"So Xiri can prove that you have reached the extreme state, right?"

Extreme state?

Lausanne II sneered in his heart.

how could I know?

Over the years, no one has told him like Joaquin did back then: Okay, from today on you have reached the extreme state.

He only killed people for Turnbull after he was released from prison.

Those who need to be killed by him are mostly difficult targets who are either very skilled, have powerful bodyguards, or are heavily protected by soldiers.

Sometimes he kills smoothly, sometimes he kills with difficulty, and sometimes he narrowly escapes death.

But he doesn't care.

Whether it is difficult or easy, whether it is hurt or dead.

Close your eyes and kill.

So year after year, year after year, I kept killing, and before I knew it, the matter of killing seemed to become...

Simple.

Both technically and psychologically.

Could it be said that this is the ultimate state?

"Very good, the sun is blessing me so much," the man said eagerly, "Sasha Luo said, only by challenging more can you enter the extreme realm."

The man said this, unable to conceal his excitement.
To be continued...