"Don't kill them."
Like a thunder in the day, a slightly hoarse voice suddenly appeared on the tense battlefield, attracting everyone's attention.
The sun could no longer be seen in the sky, and large swathes of clouds covered it, like a thick layer of dust, which was so dim and chilling. The icy wind blew Mephisto's forehead hair, revealing his eyes that were highlighted again.
Leonid frowned slightly and stared at the thin back. A few seconds later, the frost on his fingers curled up in his sleeves melted into water and fell to the ground drop by drop. Leonid tilted his head slightly to the side. Anfiya understood this and took away her left hand that had been floating above the hammer, but her right index finger was still on the trigger guard.
Although Anfiya didn't understand why Leonid would believe this guy, she still did it.
"...?"
The blood of the Sakaz mercenaries did not disappear because of this sudden obstruction, and was still tightly attached to their bodies. But the hands holding the handle of the knife did loosen a bit, and the blade pointed at the Phantom Crossbow was slightly lowered a few degrees.
Mephisto's name is unknown to everyone in the Integration Movement, not only because of his cruel and crazy character, but also because of his weird and obscure Origin Stone skills. These mercenaries had seen him perform Originium skills on the battlefield, so they naturally understood how harmful that magical spell could be to people.
The power exerted on the soul level and the blood shell given by the altar may not necessarily have a defensive effect.
The Sakaz mercenaries are madmen who love fighting, but they also cherish their lives extremely. The collision of swords will make the blood of these Kazdares boil again, and dying of mental confusion without being touched will only make these people feel humiliated.
"Let them go."
It seemed that he had not opened his mouth for too long. At this time, Mephistopheles felt that his throat and lips were numb, and his voice was much softer.
He walked around the phantom crossbowmen in front of him, limped on crutches and stood between the Sakaz mercenaries and phantom crossbowmen under everyone's gaze, looked at the blade in front of him and repeated it again.
"Let them go."
Everyone is afraid of his Origin Stone skills, even the crazy Sarkaz mercenaries in front of him.
But only Mephisto himself knew that his body was almost in the same condition as it was after he used Soul Shock that day. The Originium crystals in his body were like countless tiny needles, constantly grinding through his muscles and blood vessels, bringing a steady stream of energy. pain.
Even if each blow wasn't serious, the pain combined was still unbearable.
He might be able to use the Origin Stone skills again, but it would be impossible to reach the intensity he used in Longmen.
"Mephisto...?"
The Sakaz mercenary's voice sounded like he was meeting this person for the first time.
In his memory, the person in front of him was completely different from Mephistopheles. There was no violence or madness. All that was left was an empty shell that was lingering and a trace of confusion in his eyes.
It seemed that he had found another target.
"Demons, I will give you a body that doesn't know pain."
Mephisto raised his hand.
Immediately afterwards, a feather appeared out of thin air on the palm of his hand, with some white powder floating around his palm.
"Let them go."
He repeated it again.
If the first and second words sounded to others like this guy had some conspiracy, then the third time was telling everyone present:
He means it.
The Sarkaz mercenary glanced at the feather, and then moved his gaze to Mephisto's face. His eyes, which turned bright red because of his blood, met those pale yellow eyes. He could not see the darkness inside, and could only accept the plainness of reality.
"We are much stronger than your herd."
The mercenary recognized the thing in Mephisto's hand. When transforming the herd, this guy would always blow away the feathers and white powder that suddenly appeared in his hand like a woman, bringing more misery to the already chaotic battlefield. .
Although the herd is very powerful, the walking dead are nothing in the eyes of the Kasaz mercenaries. They are just a group of zombies with strong self-healing ability but no brains.
They don't know how to use skills and coordination to fight. They only know how to swarm and rely on their numbers and their own dead bodies to defeat the enemy. This is also a fighting method that mercenaries look down upon.
Maybe the herd is very threatening to civilians, but to them, a group of warriors who have come out bathed in blood and life, they are just a group of walking corpses, and may not be as threatening as the police of Ursus.
It's just garbage that can be killed with two more cuts.
The mercenary's rejection was expected by Mephistopheles, and he never thought that he would be able to send these people away in this way.
"I can give my life and share it with you."
Mephistopheles looked at the mercenary in front of him, and the feathers in his hands turned blood red at this moment.
Something seemed to come out, and everyone heard a thick beating sound, followed by silence again. The feathers that had just turned blood red seemed to be dyed with a layer of light and became extremely bright at this time, reminding people of rubies.
The sound just now was the sound of a heartbeat, and the red feathers were stained with blood. The Sakaz mercenary would not admit it.
They are experts at this.
"You can truly fight forever, fight tirelessly."
A breeze blew by, causing the feathers to flutter. Mephisto's hand held his blood and stopped in front of the mercenary.
"……Can."
The Sarkaz mercenaries responded unexpectedly quickly. They didn't even discuss it with each other, they just looked at each other a few times and agreed to Mephisto's request.
This is also reasonable. Apart from fighting, the only thing these people are interested in is torturing the enemy. At this moment, someone suddenly said that he would let them fight forever. He told a group of war lunatics whose left and right brains were fighting each other that he would let them fight tirelessly. How could these guys endure it?
"But if they go out, they must be watched by my companions."
The Sakaz mercenary tilted his head and raised his chin at the phantom crossbowmen.
"You can't disobey Tallulah's orders just yet."
Normal integrated movements don't matter, but these phantom crossbowmen must not be allowed to move freely.
They are all powerful fighters, and once they become rebellious, they will definitely cause Tallulah a lot of trouble.
The mercenaries were not loyal to Tallulah, but were afraid of the dragon girl's Origin Stone skills. Once things go wrong, no matter how tireless they are, they will be turned into black coal and sent into a coffin by flames.
In that case, these lunatics will have no choice but to think about fighting in the next life.
A penchant for fighting does not mean that these people will seek death.
"You, crossbowmen."
The Sakaz mercenary held the knife in his hand, pointed at the phantom crossbowman, and then pointed at the position beside them.
"go out."
The meaning is obvious, the Phantom Crossbowmen still need to stay here, but at least their lives have been saved.
"Mephisto?!"
The leading phantom crossbowman looked at the thin figure from behind, his eyes full of confusion and wariness.
After fighting under Mephisto for a long time, they no longer trust this guy except in battle. At this time, the unscrupulous bastard suddenly negotiated terms with the Sakaz mercenaries to save his own life and that of his companions. This made him unable to believe what he saw and what he heard.
Why would he save us...?
Does Tallulah have another conspiracy?
The phantom crossbowmen looked at me and I looked at you, but no one took a step forward.
They didn't know if it was a trap.
But at this time, some Integration Movement soldiers at the end of the team turned around and left tentatively. After seeing that the Sakaz mercenaries did not respond, they ran away and even dropped the weapons in their hands.
Then came the second and third place.
When they left Longmen, their team looked like a white river. When they returned home, they were still running away, and the river appeared in front of people again.
The sooner you leave, the better. Who knows if these demons will change their minds?
Their reputation is already bad.
Anfiya let go of her hand holding the gun and bumped Yefim beside her with her elbow. Yefim was stunned for a moment, and only then did he understand what was going on when he saw the other Integration Movement soldiers beside him.
But Leonid had already left, and when they turned around they could only see the somewhat rickety back.
"Hey, this guy is really good at running..."
puff.
Yefim was hammered by Anfiya before he finished speaking. She frowned and raised her chin towards Leonid's back, signaling to catch up quickly. He didn't dare to say anything and trotted along with Anfiya. Together with Leonid, he turned a corner and disappeared from everyone's sight.
Soon, only Mephistopheles, the Phantom Crossbowmen, and the bright red Blood of Kazdaele were left on the ruins.
"But why did you come here specifically?"
The blood on the Sakaz mercenary disappeared. He put the knife back into its sheath and hung it on his waist.
The mercenaries who had originally tightly surrounded the phantom crossbowmen also took a few steps back and lowered their guard, giving these crossbowmen enough space to move. The crossbowmen looked at each other for a few times and slowly lowered their crossbows.
Some people simply sat there and closed their eyes to rest to relieve the fatigue accumulated from last night's patrol.
Now that the mercenaries agreed to Mephisto's request, there was no need for them to continue in this stalemate, which was quite tiring.
"..."
The mercenary's words, which seemed like casual conversation, silenced Mephistopheles. He handed the blood feather in his hand to the person in front of him and looked up into the distance in a certain direction.
"Because I want to get in here."
The wind didn't stop, but it didn't blow up the feathers either. The mercenary put away his feathers and followed Mephisto's line of sight, but he could only see a ruins that was no different from other places.
"I wonder what kind of secrets there are here."
"I want to know why on earth Rhode Island would take someone from here."
He looked back and saw desire in Mephisto's eyes.
It seems that there is something extremely precious to him hidden there...
It's rare to see such emotion in this guy's eyes.
"Because I saw that guy coming out of here on the video."
Our team had been inside that ruin, and it was just a bunch of machines with complicated structures. Moreover, these machines seemed to have been severely damaged in the natural disaster, with cracks and signs of collapse everywhere, and it seemed that they could no longer function normally.
As for "that person" Mephisto mentioned, he should be the Doctor from Rhode Island. The Sakaz mercenaries heard about this, but they didn't take it to heart.
Mephistopheles spoke the truth frankly, and there was no need for them to report it to Tallulah.
"Mephisto...?"
The conversation between the two caught the Phantom Crossbowman's attention. At this moment, there were as many question marks in his heart as the snow on the Siberian tundra.
"Why?"
This wasn't like the Mephistopheles he knew, not at all.
…
No.
Mephistopheles turned around, his expression calm.
That's... the expression a person has after his emotions have stabilized after crying.
There is also the look in his eyes that recognizes the reality and no longer resists.
"You guys, want to listen to some music?"
He did not answer the Phantom Crossbowman's question directly.
"But Captain Faust said, he said..."
The phantom crossbowman's voice became smaller and smaller, and finally stopped abruptly. His throat trembled, his lips were slightly open but he couldn't utter a word, and his eyes stared blankly at the completely new Mephistopheles in front of him.
He seemed to understand something, and the sealed memories slowly emerged in his mind at this moment.
The heart seemed to have cracked open, and blood slowly dripped out.
"Yeah, yeah. I can't sing anymore."
"Yeah, but I can try."
The way he frowned and thought reminded the Phantom Crossbowman of his days in the northwest tundra.
"It should be a lullaby, right? I don't remember who taught me this song..."
At that time, Mephistopheles was not crazy yet, and he still tried to sing during his breaks, just like he does now.
"I do not remember."
At that time, everyone in the Snow Monster Team was still there, and Froststar was still like a little girl. She would have conflicts with Patriot and call him stubborn, but in the end the two of them would always sit together and drink beetroot soup in peace and harmony.
"It's just that someone is humming in my dream."
At that time, Tallulah would still laugh, chat, work, and fight with them. She was both a good leader and a good friend.
"Sleep, sleep."
"Hedgehog dolls and bears..."
At that time, everyone was very tired, but they were all happy, there was still hope in their hearts, and there was still light in their eyes.
only……
There's no going back.
