"Hena, stare at that intersection, guard here, be careful of the dogs on the estate and the patrol sheriff. Your two uncles Salby and I will be back soon."

Stepping on the bright white moon, the faceless father told Henna this way.

This is a bizarre world, with the moon at your feet and the bell tower above your head. The well-connected roads are coiled like ribbons, and there are clouds of fog everywhere, blocking the field of vision, leaving only a few messy and indescribable buildings.

My father did come back soon as he said, with only one silence of divine skills, three people went and one person returned.

He covered his chest, and the dazzling red blood dripped down the gaps in his fingers to the ground, splashing out the appearance of a dog and a knight.

"It's a shadow warrior." My father still had no face, but he had a mouth open and closed his familiar appearance to Henna, revealing Henna's familiar teeth, "Uncles Salby will not come back, let's go and go back to Egypt..."

However, they failed to return to Egypt.

Following the winding road like a ribbon, the father and daughter crawled into the fog at the end of the road. When Henna came to her senses, her father was surrounded by a handless shadow. Henna hugged her younger brother and stood confused next to a strange-shaped corpse.

"Hena! Take Sam! The further you run, the better, don't look back!"

puff!

My father's head flew up, ten meters...twenty meters...black blood surged over like a flood, dispersing the shadows and corpses, rushing Henna back to the road, and rushing into another fog.

"elder sister……"

Henna came to her senses, heard the sound, and saw herself standing alone in the lighthouse.

"This is Cherbourg." She murmured to herself in the narrator's tone.

The lighthouse is the abandoned lighthouse in Cherbourg. Everything inside is what she remembers. It is full of decay, the smell of mold is lingering on the tip of her nose. There are many broken stairs hanging on the mottled column-shaped walls, which are upward and up until the end of her sight. The visible light is several thousand meters high.

Milky white auspicious clouds are lingering in the middle of the tower pillars, and the clouds are rolling, and green mountains full of treasures are hidden, and rivers with milk and wine are flowing.

Seventy-two naked and gorgeous virgins were playing between mountains, rivers and clouds. They all looked like Carmen's shadow and their voices were as moving as robins.

"The Kingdom of Heaven." Henna looked at the Kingdom of Heaven, still had a narration.

"Did you see the kingdom of heaven?" There was a voice beside you.

Henna followed the sound and found a soup basin at her feet that had been missing. The soup basin was filled with thick soup for half a night, and a wet black cat was lying in the soup, spitting words.

"Can you tell me what the kingdom of heaven looks like, sister." The kitten closed his eyes, "I want to see it, but I can't open my eyes..."

Henna squatted down, gently stroked the kitten, touching the sticky wet fur, and touching it from the top of her head to the tail.

The tail was broken, bare and only half the length of a palm, with blood flowing at the end, but the blood would never merge with the soup, but it just gathered on one side of the basin and overflowed to the ground.

"Sister, can I go to heaven? I ran away that time, and then... I ran away too."

The cat said.

"Allah said it? Only those who are brave, fighting, faithful, and without regrets can ascend to the kingdom of heaven. Can I really go to the kingdom of heaven?"

The cat said.

"It's so cold... it's not that cold, it's just a little cold... Sister, don't burn more firewood, don't prepare dinner for me, I'm not hungry..."

A fire was lit around me, and there were clay pots on the fire, and the cans were bald and hot and scented with milk.

Henna continued to touch the cat's fur, and the place she touched would dry for a moment, falling down, turning into feathers and flying into the sky during the fall.

Henna's eyes looked into the sky.

"Is it the wind?" The narrator was confused.

The whistling wind blew down from the top of the tower, blew away the heavens and broke the auspicious clouds. The world suddenly darkened, and it was lit up again while it was dark, and it was silvery white.

"Ah...it's a knife light."

"Do not, Jesla!" In one corner of the jungle was Carmen's heart-wrenching scream.

In the other corner of the jungle, Leif's middle door was wide open, and his bright red pupils locked the sword's edge closer and closer.

"Bonnet, come and cut off my head!"

"As you wish, Lef!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

A strong wind suddenly rises!

The howling wind gathered from all directions, shaking the treetops and raising dust.

The fallen leaves all over the ground were serpent in the forest, like flying birds, chasing everyone's heads and faces.

The sword that slashed Henna appeared for a moment of hesitation. Henna shook her grasped wrist and slid into the arms of a pirate. Before the collision, her short knife stabbed into the diaphragm between his chest and abdomen.

Bang!

The encirclement shattered a gap, and the falling sword slashed at the long-dead seaman.

Henna escaped the mortal disaster, landed and turned around, her swords rang in the wild airflow, and the blade trembled and cut open the throat of a musketeer.

The hot blood splattered out of the broken wound, and was taken away by the wind in the forest, blowing on Henna's smooth face.

It was not until this time that Henna finally felt real. She had just fallen into a dead end and broke free from the dead end when Qianjun made a single shot.

The legs are heavy, the muscles are sour, the breathing is heavy, and the wrists are trembling.

Her condition was unexpectedly bad.

The reason is that the stab at the tip of the Beng Luan's knife caused damage to her wrist, but until now, the damage is truly conveyed in the form of pain.

Bonett...is he so powerful?

Henna couldn't help but look at the battlefield of high-end games.

Lef fell on a thick trunk, his right arm holding the sword twisted in an abnormal form.

Bonet stepped on his chest and raised his sword, but he couldn't cut it down.

There was a slender sword that was pressing against the sword calyx with the simple lines of the ruthless man. Lorraine broke out from the fallen tree at some point, and with a scratch on her body, she held the sword in her hands and formed a stalemate with Bonnet.

The wind is shouting!

Lorraine arched her body and maintained a whirlwind, and the strong wind swept everything around him from behind, rushing towards Bonet's body like a slut.

Bonett could only squint his eyes, and the red light bloomed in the slits of his eyes.

"One day, I never thought I would see Warnerheim's storm again..."

"Is it because of the ground? Or is it because of the critical life? Maybe it's just because it's windy today."

Lorraine gritted her teeth and teased.

"Neald doesn't like Asgard's people and things, we all know this, so the inspiration He gives me is particularly clear only when he is facing you or Lef."

"However, the whaler is not a warrior." Bonett's voice was cold, "Even with Niold's favor, I am still stronger today."

"The whaler is not a warrior, I am." Lorraine forced her to push Bonet's sword up little by little, suddenly raised her legs and pressed her knee against his chest.

The huge force forced Bonnet to take two steps back. Lef was freed, lowered his right arm and handed the uncrowned king to his left hand.

Lorraine shook her sword and pointed at Bonett's eyebrows.

"You have not lost your mind, Bonnet, you should know that simple strength cannot determine the belonging of victory."

"You are indeed very strong. Neither me, Henna nor Leif in his heyday can defeat you now."

"But we have three people." Lorraine lowered her head slightly, "Lef with broken arms, Henna with her strength, and I was favored by Niold, you can't kill us all. Before we die, someone will take off your head."

"It's this sentence Lorraine, before you die." Bonnet laughed unceremoniously, "No matter who the final victory belongs to, most of you will die today, die here! Die in...my hands!"

"Is that right..." Lorraine did not have the hesitation and retreat that Bonnet expected.

The wind seemed to be getting faster, the lush branches and leaves were clamoring, and the ears were filled with singing symphony, even obscuring the sound of cannons from far and near.

Lorraine stood in the center of the wind.

"Did you live to make me unhappy? In order to leave me with a painful memory, can you even take your life?"

"Um?"

"I won't die!" Lorraine raised her head, her eyes emitting an absolute and confident light, "Everyone here is willing to die for me, so I won't die."

"And you will die. Just as you said, die today, die here, die in this unscheming act with the purpose of killing me."

"You will die and fail. Your life is worthless. Even if you are lucky enough to go to the Temple of Heroes, there will be nothing worth bragging about!"
Chapter completed!