Androx heard the demon breathe before it bit his face with its teeth. He could recognize that sound anywhere, the spittle of air passing through clenched teeth. The daemon's dank, putrid scent tickled his eyelids, and the feeling almost instantly woke him from his slumber.
Before he even opened his eyes, he slapped his forehead upward. The beast's nose smashed against his skull.
He opened his eyes to see it roaring in agony and rocking back. The predawn light gave its skin just enough blue to make the monster see that this was no dream. The thing was almost crushing him. how…!
The demon cursed inexplicably in pain and slapped its tail on the snow, making a loud snapping sound. It glared at him, its eyes filled with hatred.
As it swooped down to bite him, Androx reached out from under the blanket and grabbed its face. One of his thumbs came close to its eye socket and he poked in, hoping to dig it out. The demon paid no attention and instead tried to bite him with its claws.
He stretched his arms to pull the beast away, then thrust harder with his thumb. The demon's eyes slit open. Warm, clear liquid flowed down to his elbows.
The demon screamed and clawed at his arms. The heat marks told him the wound was deep, but he found enough leverage to throw his attacker aside. He rolled off the blanket and hid the flowers under it, praying that the little kitten had enough sense to stay quiet.
A lightning pain in his ribs caused him to stumble. One knee nearly hit the ground. The ghost jumped on him and threw him on his back.
It tried with all its strength to tear him to pieces, barking furiously. A
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Okles ended up lying on his back with the thing on his belly, sweeping over every exposed piece of skin. He blocked most of its attacks, but not all, and he was unable to grab its wrist to stop the attack. Drops of his own blood flew across his vision.
That bastard's bastard is so strong, it doesn't care if it has to clamp him down, or lock the joints, or whatever. It wants to turn him into a sausage, nothing more. Its smaller size gives it a great advantage in breaking free from its grasp, and keeping up with its teeth and claws is nearly impossible.
He tried to punch, but with his back on the ground he couldn't find a strong blow. However, it strikes too long and too close; even the most primitive plankton contenders know this. Androcles quickly saw his opportunity and quickly locked its arms and forced it aside. He rolled on it, reversing their positions.
With the devil underneath him, it was much easier to deal with; Androcles struck punch after punch, hitting the monster in the face with all his strength. It struggled, clawing at his legs and arms, but it could not escape his pursuit.
A broken rib on his left side prevented him from getting enough power behind his fist, and Androx soon found himself out of breath. Even so, he kept punching the pimply bastard so many times that it hurt halfway up his forearm.
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Okles knocked out several of its teeth, blinded its remaining eye, knocked off two horns on its skull, leaving a bloody pit, and finally knocked it unconscious. God, these things are so hard!
He punched it hard twice more to make his point, then took one of the demon's own horns and stabbed it into its heart, or where it should have been. He left the horn there, then frowned and reached for the other one, driving that one in too.
He watched as the demon took his last breath. It only took a while.
He did it. He, A
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okles, killed a demon with his bare hands. If Flower had lived to compose the song, the story would have been told in Britain for 100 years or more. Has he fought the devil ten times or fifteen times? Always a warrior with a spear and a shield. This was the first person he killed. It was the first person he had ever seen killed by one.
Androcles tried to chuckle to himself as he imagined soldiers in training throwing away their shields and wrestling when they saw them on the battlefield. But he couldn't do it, because if he sucked too hard, he would feel a sharp burning pain in his broken ribs, which ruined his fun.
How did it find him? Wolf Sca
Said they were close to Agu
e is located, maybe only a few hours drive away. Wolf Sca
Already flown to the front and Ga
bi slept together, a
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Okles chose to spend the night here just in case they had a stronger force to protect her than he thought and he could stay alive in the fight. But the king shouldn't get close - the first three days of flying had been terrifying, and he felt like the army would rush towards them at any moment. But they couldn't maintain the same speed for a long time, and on the fourth day, the distance between him and Hua began to increase. On days five and six, his lead widened further. The king's army should now be at least a day behind. So where did this demon come from?
He stood up shakily, straightened his back, stretched his chest hard, and groaned softly in pain. He surveyed the small camp carefully and was pleased to see that the horse still had its head on and his silverware was untouched, the only threat.
Thank the gods it had struck after daybreak - he doubted he would have been able to kill it had he faced it at night. After all, Sev is nearly invisible, hanging from that tree by his legs. Maybe he could, but he had no intention of killing, and only the gods knew if the flower would survive.
Although the boy lived once, in the fall before fighting the goddess Mary. He used all his strength on Aguna, just to see if she could bear it. She can. She barely flinched. It was not nice to be around, including Kit, and that was at the time. He couldn't use it to start a fire at that time.
Androx could not tell why it had grown, for when it did, his murderous intent was a mystery to him, and always had been. It was there, and it grew with his years in the military. It seemed easier for him to say it than to pee. He wasn't the only one like this either; there were several officers and long-time veterans in Dikaia who shared his murderous intentions, though most didn't have the same intensity as he did. The same is often true for athletes who win at the Olympics. None have been as strong as he has been lately. Far from it.
He always thought it was pure force of his will and anger, but Mary said something like "You think it's your power, but it's a wound." Was it willpower, or was it clinging to his soul like a barnacle? A miasma, or something worse? The child god of Patos doesn't mention it, though, so how bad could it be?
As usual, he had more pressing things to think about than philosophy. For example, blood dripping from his arm onto the snow requires attention. Finally, he forced himself to look, fearing the worst.
The skin on his arms was still sticking together, but barely. It covered his body in ribbons in many places, and the blood dripping from his fingertips showed no sign of slowing down. Both of his arms were skinned almost from shoulder to forearm, and dark blood stains on the muscles indicated that some of the wounds were deep. Now that he finally had his mind in his arms, they decided it was time to start hurting him. It was a raw, unpleasant burn that caused as much discomfort as actual pain.
As far as he knew, wearing pants to bed protected his legs. He knew there was a cut on his right thigh, but it wasn't serious. His arm, though; he could bleed to death if he wasn't careful. Even if he doesn't bleed to death, they're sure to fester, which could kill him too. He needs red ointment, two skilled workers who can inject needles and threads, a jug of wine, a warm fire, and his friends Euphemius and Nikon to tell him dirty jokes. While he's there, a good whore, new clothes, and wings to fly to a less ridiculous climate.
"Dad, come back. It's too cold." Hua muttered from under the blanket.
What's the matter? No, he can't... "Hua, are you still sleeping?"
"Yeah. But I'm starting to wake up because you're letting the cold air in," the bird complained.
Androcles couldn't suppress his laughter, even though the pain in his ribs beat like a drum to the rhythm. His laughter continued for some time, and as he tried to inhale again, he tried to laugh and cough at the same time, but failed.
Hua struggled under the blanket and finally poked her head out. His hair has grown a bit longer, and the messy hair between his pointed ears is even more comical. Androx just kept laughing, occasionally letting out painful gasps.
Toolkit wasn't amused. He screamed in horror and jumped from his blanket. When he came to Androcles, he stretched out his hands helplessly, not daring to touch the wounds, but desiring to heal them by some means.
A chuckle was drowned out by the wave of pain that surged through him, and Anchorex quickly calmed down. "I just killed a demon with my bare hands, and you were asleep the whole time."
Father and son looked at each other for a moment, and then Androx laughed again. "Overslept!" Aguna would never..." Ankerex gasped in pain and lost his breath, but his smile did not disappear. "...Believe. "
"Dad, your arms! Are you going to die?" Flower pleads, his voice filled with desperation.
Androx smiled. mainly. His laughter disappeared, but his spirits remained undiminished.
"Dad!" Hua shouted. He was shaking all over and was too scared to do anything.
That's not fun. "I've been through worse, kid. You've seen it. Mary tortured me worse than this I'm pretty sure I've been through. Remember her?"
"It was Patos who saved you that time! Dad, you can't die! Do I still have to watch? I can't-!" Hua trembled from head to toe, and his imagination went crazy; It can be seen. When he began to imagine, he always looked in a certain direction.
"Flower, calm down, kid. I might need your help. I taught you how to calm down, remember? Take ten breaths from your gut. Count in your head. Go ahead."
Flower wiped her tears on her sleeve, stretching her belly comically with each deep breath. Ten breaths later, the eaglet regained its composure, although its tail was still lashing violently, leaving the turf behind in the snow.
After a dramatic pause, Androx continued: "Well done, kid. See? You're almost a man now, in control of your feelings. Do you know what you remind me of?"
Hua raised his head and said, "What?" The pale skin around his eyes, nose, and cheeks all turned bright red from the friction.
"A little boy, he needs my spear so he can make bandages."
"Dad..." Hua said with a smile. He glanced over Ankerex's shoulder, and his joy immediately vanished. The boy's eyes widened in horror, tears welling up in his eyes.
"What?"
"There is still one."
The crunching of footsteps on the snow behind him gave him a sudden feeling of terror. At the same time, the unfairness of the affair irritated him; the anger that had been boiling inside him, that he had had to keep deep inside for the sake of the flower, now boiled into steam and roared down upon him heart.
Androx did his best to stay calm as his mind struggled between blind rage and crippling panic. He whispered: "Wait until I kill this thing..."
He stopped. The fresh, raw pain in his arm fueled his anger like dry pine needles. Hatred flowed through his veins like unmixed wine, intoxicating him and blinding him. He concentrated, trying to clear his mind, but the mix of pain, fear, and anger made it nearly impossible.
His thoughts narrowed and concentrated into a few simple thoughts that moved methodically through his mind. Ancross would have died if Flower had not bandaged his wound. If Androx unleashes his murderous intent, Flower will die. A
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Okles won't fight without the intention of killing. Flower must leave so Androcles can kill the demon. A
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Okles wounds will not be bandaged. A
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Okles is going to die. Flowers had to go.
"Get out. Take the chariot for example. Let's go."
Flower looked at him puzzled.
"Chariot! Go!"
It took Flower a second to realize that Androkel's sudden burst of murderous intent nearly knocked him off his feet.
"Now!" he raged, almost unable to think.
With a sudden realization, as if he had been slapped in the face, Flower turned around and ran onto the carriage, yanking on the reins with all his strength.
Come to him, wolfsca
. Take him to a safe place.
Androcles stood up and kicked the blanket off his spear; he had kept it beside him as he slept, just in case. He wrapped his fingers around the lacquered handle of that glorious weapon and found that there was no strength left in his arm. The muscles in his upper arms had lost their strength; the loss must have been greater than he thought.
He stood up straight and used all his strength to prevent the spear from falling. It fell loosely in his limp hands, but did not fall. A
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Okles finally turned to face the demon, which had stopped on the other side of the road, waiting and watching.
Like the other one, it was wrapped around its waist in a tattered piece of cloth that might have once been pants and nothing else. Its blue-black skin obscured its appearance in the faint morning light. Its tall, shiny black horns reflected the snow like polished glass. The demon's hands tensed, fingers reaching for hard tips and nails. Its slender tail swung behind it at an invisible speed, kicking the snow into lightly floating powder.
In the silence of the early morning the flowers and the carriage sped off, thundering wildly on the road. No birds chirped. There was no crackle of fire. All over the land, the gods rested from their work, waiting for the sun to rise.
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Okles don't know how to fight. He could barely move. He took a deep breath, cleared his mind, and counted his breaths. One, two, three...it worked, though not entirely. His anger boiled wildly inside him, but its grip on his mind seemed to lessen. Instead, he realizes it as an observer rather than a participant, his fears veiled by a veil of reason.
Mysteriously, the demon just waited, watching him. At such a distance, Androcles could not discern the beast's emotions; her skin was much more resistant to the faint morning light than it normally was.
How was he supposed to face death? Rush forward screaming, holding the loose spear in his hand, hoping he hadn't dropped it? Wait, noble man, until it came for him?
"Giant," said the devil. Although it was a man, its voice was high and soft, like a businessman welcoming customers.
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okles stared. The monster can talk? Sev can still talk, and the female devil also said "thank you", but those two people are not the kind of people who are greedy to kill. These people never speak. That's part of the disgusting thing about them - they have no language and therefore no thought.
The demon looked down at the body of his companion, lying just a few steps away. "Little Fluffy is gone," he said. He then turns in all directions, turning his entire torso at the hips instead of just his head.
Was the poor thing talking about Flower after watching him jump into a carriage and ride off? Why did it act like it had no idea where the boy had gone?
The devil said nothing. It took a few steps this way, then a few steps that way, with a confused look on its face.
Without warning, it pounced on Androx like lightning, claws outstretched, mouth wide open, teeth exposed.
Androcles was ready and waiting, unleashing all his murderous intent and letting it burst out of him all at once; if Flower wasn't far enough away, so be it. Immediately, the snow beneath his feet began to hiss and steam. Its shock wave picked up the lighter snow around him, forming a circle in the air and drifting away from him. A feeling of relief accompanied the release of his power, one he had never noticed before. As the master of the storm, the fury swirling around him brought further clarity.
He straightened his back, holding the spear with both hands, ready to stab, but he bent too far forward, his ribs spasmed, and he lost his balance. His feeble hands almost brought the spear down, but somehow he kept the tip forward, knowing it would not penetrate.
The devil came two steps away from him, screamed, hissed, and covered his eyes. It stumbled and fell to one knee.
Ankress steadied his hand and lunged forward, but the demon rolled backwards, thrashing in the snow and whimpering in pain.
He walked forward with heavy steps, hoping that the blood on the spear handle would dry up and make his hand more stable instead of slippery. His murderous intent burned his flayed arms with excruciating pain. Worse than surgery. Tears welled up in his eyes and he was almost speechless. His pain fueled his rage, which grew in intensity.
The demon howled and flapped its wings, seemingly unaware. It clutched its head and screamed in agony. Androcles raised his spear and prepared for the fatal blow, using all his strength.
It rolled away from him again. This time the demon ran some distance down the road on all fours, opposite where the flower had gone. It stopped twenty paces away from him, stood up, turned around, and just looked at him.
Andrew stepped forward. The demon took a step back. He took another step. The demon backed away.
The two bastard-faced sons of bitches are waiting for him to come out! Androx looked down at the exposed arm muscles and found that the blood had coagulated and scabbed in anger. However, there was no healing; the bands of skin hung uselessly, like holiday ribbons tied around his arms.
He focused on the pain, wallowing in it to keep his mind clear. His murderous intent was as strong as ever, like an uninterrupted flame without oil or wick. It dried the ground around him, forming a five-step circle, raising a vague mist that further obscured the demon.
How long could he last? He never thought to find out. Sure it's longer than that, but a whole day? An hour? Does it matter? Once his murderous intent is gone, the demon will come for him and turn him into mush. He had no hope of catching it, his ribs were broken and his arms were bleeding. He didn't even believe he could stab it if it stood there and let him.
The demon paced back and forth, teeth bared, just far enough to withstand Androx's wrath. Its bare chin glistened with what must have been saliva.
Should he try throwing a spear? His javelin is pretty accurate, but his spear rarely flies accurately. No, that wouldn't work; his grip wasn't tight enough to give it a good toss.
"Come here, I'm going to kill you."
"No," the devil replied humorlessly. Its strange, high-pitched, soft sound barely reached his ears, drowning out the sound of the blood pumping in his veins. That thing looked...young. A young man, not even twenty?
"Then go away."
"No."
"why not?"
"Kill the giant."
"Why?"
"Eat, little Fluffy."
"I didn't eat any. You've got the wrong giant."
The demon tilted his head like a confused dog. Its tail whipped harder and harder, beating the snow-covered ground like a drum.
Sev has been able to speak very well. Is there anything wrong with this?
"Someone has killed me. See my arm? I was just waiting to die. You can go home now."
The demon became restless and paced even more frantically than before. It growled and hissed, reminding Andrew nothing more than an angry, chained dog.
"Kill the giant."
Androx took a deep breath, hoping to stoke the flames of hatred further, maybe reach that distance, but winced when he breathed too deep and pain spread from his hips to his neck.
He couldn't wait until he was exhausted to end this; it was best to do it while he still had the strength. If he waited for his murderous desire to burn out and died, he would have no chance.
Demons are single-minded killing machines. No one knows whether they have real cunning. Of course, they are strong enough and don't need anything. What strategy is needed when your tail can go right through a shield? Your teeth can pierce bronze, and your claws can pierce leather?
Androx could feel the weakness and injury in his body; though his murderous intent burned as bright and unwavering as ever, his body could collapse at any moment.
All he has left is a stupid plan, so hopefully the devil is simple. He planted his feet, providing a solid support for his spear, then clutched his ribs, painfully. Loud. twice. He allowed his murderous intent to fade away. He gave the demon a pained, tired look that he didn't have to force. this will not work.
The goat-raping villain took a tentative step forward and then smiled more naturally than ever, showing every one of his shark-like teeth. It goes one step further. Then another.
Then it ran at impossible speeds, lunging forward and tearing his stomach open, screaming with joy. Its feet stepped on the dirt road like the oars of a trireme at war. Its tail cuts through the air like a bullwhip.
"No! Stop!" A
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shouted okles. The fear in his voice was real. The whiteness of fear clouded his vision.
A little closer... A little closer... Five steps away, four steps, three steps...
Now! In an instant, Androx's posture changed from defeated to prepared. He unleashed his murderous intent, forcing it out with all his willpower. The demon staggered, but moved too fast to stop. Androcles turned his spear, placing the butt firmly against his hind foot, and lowered the point like a poleman facing a cavalry charge.
The Twisted Demon's agility almost got it away in time. close. It jumps just above the groin instead of just below the sternum. Its momentum slid all the way down the spear into Androcles' hand.
It grabbed his face with both hands and bit into it with its teeth. Androcles jerked his head back and felt the beast's claws tearing at his temples.
Androcles stepped back and yanked on the spear, trying to free it, but the muscles in his arm wouldn't let him. Frustration fueled his anger.
The demon screamed and tried to break free, but it turned and pressed its spear against Androx's body. Even so, A
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okles still almost stumbled; that thing was strong.
He grinned and swung his spear, inflicting as much pain as possible while his murderous intent grew stronger. He could smell the air burning.
The demon stopped trying to attack and concentrated on escaping. The dried, slimy blood on the spear's handle stuck to Androcles' hand, and the thing was either too stupid or too undisciplined to even try to walk backwards.
It clutched its ears and howled desperately. It jumped and stamped its feet, and its whole body was panicked.
Somehow, Androcles clung to the spear. He racked his brain, trying to figure out how to do it without ripping his face off. The furious waves could not strengthen his arms; the muscles themselves were damaged and it was impossible to untie the rope by force of will.
Why the demon didn't just cut his legs off at the knees with its tail, Androx didn't know, but it seemed to have given up on the idea of attacking.
Suddenly, a large piece of the demon's blue-black skin was peeled off, revealing the pink flesh underneath. Androx knew immediately what was happening - he had seen this happen before. The demon was burned alive. There was nothing but pain in its screams.
"Death, filth! Let go of the goat and the lame man! Go to hell!" Androx shouted, unable to suppress the joy of victory welling up in his heart.
After a while, the demon fell limply from pain. A burning man cannot live long unless someone deliberately keeps him alive. When the cursed worm collapsed to the ground, Androcles finally pulled out the spear and thrust it into its heart. twice.
As the first wisps of smoke escaped from the corpse's mouth, Androcles suppressed his murderous intent; he didn't want to smell something cooking. Fortunately, the smoke also stopped, although the smell of burnt meat was still strong.
He stepped back from the body, his knees turning to water, and he nearly fell over. The battle left him exhausted. He stepped carefully to the blanket and let the spear fall from his limp fingers. He sat up faster than planned and bruised his tailbone on the hard surface.
The urge to fight slowly disappeared, replaced by a wave of nausea and exhaustion. His mind was on high alert, paying attention to every movement his eyes could catch, but at the same time, he could barely comprehend his surroundings. He closed his eyes and tried to count his deep breaths to slow his frantic heartbeat. He found he couldn't - the pain in his arms made every breath hiss through clenched teeth.
Should he bother bandaging himself? It didn't matter, he could barely reach the chest muscles with one arm and the other. If he doesn't bleed to death at this moment, what happens after that? Walk a mile, bleed to death with a shoddy bandage trying to catch up with Flower? Or better yet, die of a horrific fever after his arm festers . There are no beds.
Why now, for God's sake? Why did the demons find him this morning? Six days ago, they evaded capture. Wolf Sca
The road could be seen from high enough that not even the king's scouts could follow them.
In a few hours, he would be able to hold his beloved baby in his arms. Knowing that he would never see Gabi again hurt him like a wound, and Aguna... she had to do his job alone now.
Old Mother Philia, protect poor Aguna. She loves others with all her heart, and all her surly behavior is to hide her love. He had never met anyone as compassionate as her, and few could speak as sharply as she did. A woman of opposites; doing two things at once. A beautiful mystery. He had always planned to kill all the men in the village who held her as a slave, no matter how nice they were to her. This is at least what Aguna deserves.
According to wolf scca
Say, his little baby, Ga
bi, had something planned for him, and it was a secret. Did he want Gabby to see him like this? She would never forget it. Her last impression of him would be of his guts. She will also curse him because she is old and her life is still terrible. Slaves of barbarians. You're welcome, Gabby girl. I should have let Tartalo eat you.
His fathers will be forgotten, their graves left unattended or unused. The Avowed Fathers may be the best of them all, but no one can speak their names, and the rest wander the Earth, memoryless, until the corpse-eaters of Lavos get their claws on them. Just like Android; with no one to bury him, the stench of his corpse would surely bring the gods with it.
"Looks like you're not going to get the bull, Parossus."
A child's voice whispered in his ear: "Yes, I am."
Androx jumped with fright and turned to listen to the sound, but there was nothing there. Beside him was the empty air, and beyond that a berry bush covered with snow.
"Are you...are you following me?"
The question went unanswered, and wherever he looked, all he saw was utter loneliness. What did Orphan Passos want? Was that the voice of God, or was he insane from blood loss? This has happened before. recent. When was that? It had something to do with the devil.
A bird flew overhead, chirping as it passed him. Judging by the brightness of the sky, the sun will rise above the horizon at any moment. Hope it brings more warmth. It seemed to be getting warmer every day, and by noon the roads were covered in mud. Spring can't come too soon.
Androclus saw three gods in his life, more than the most conceited priest. Four, if you count the fallen god who became a Cyclops. The first is the chained giant, Sewell. God of land and agriculture and drinker of the blood of war. He tried not to think about that.
The second is Mary, beautiful enough to make a man cry, vicious and crazy. Her growing evil weakened her to the point where Andros became her rival and he killed her for threatening his children. If Patos had not healed his wounds, he would have died.
So he found the orphan Pasos. Child-god. fraud. A god with almost no temples, worshiped only by the weak, the forgotten and the helpless. He only loves to torture those who abuse orphans and does not bless them. He was the god of vengeance, or so Androcles thought. The god looks like a boy smaller than Hua and Pepper, with long black hair and a white belt embroidered with gold. His eyes were black with spots of light like the night sky.
Parosus had said that Androcles was his, and that he was jealous of his possessions. Gabi, Hua, Pepper and Agun also belong to the gods, while the wolf Sca
It was part of some kind of agreement, the fairy couldn't remember. The orphan gave everything to Androx and even said why, although he couldn't remember most of it. He remembered things he didn't understand. Say sorry Androx was born in the wrong place. He was busy bleeding to death then, just like he is now, only not alone and warmer.
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Okles sighed and reached for his spear again. The large, flat spearhead gleamed as usual, although the strange letters were stained with dirt and stood out. Looking at himself in the mirror, he realized that his face was covered in blood, although he didn't know when this happened.
His hair was grayer than he remembered. As early as early winter, his temples were only gray and his beard had only a few strands. There were splinters now showing in his hair; there was too much blood on his beard to judge, but there was no doubt it was turning white as well.
He is old. It can no longer be denied. The past few months had aged him ten years. His face looked gaunt and tired, his eyes sunken into dark hollows. Did he have so many folds and wrinkles before, or is it more noticeable because he's dirty?
This is stupid. I looked bad because I was dying. I'll get older back in Dikaia, where my gray hair means everyone has to pretend to care about my opinion.
No need to be lazy now. This is not his nature. Nikon however - this one can be lazy in combat. What did he say when the arrow hit him in the thigh? "Thank you E
ast
ia! I'm going to take a nap. “That infection killed him a few days later and he deserved it, asshole.
He began sawing away the thinnest blanket to make a bandage, and found that it was harder than it looked. The tip of the spear was as sharp as ever, but his fingers couldn't grasp it, and the angle wasn't very good, so it was useless anyway. Still, he managed to make a long, wide bandage.
Tying it on is more difficult. Holding his skin in place made his stomach churn and his fingers tremble with unrelenting pain. His bleeding had stopped for the time being, if not for the fact that all his blood was on the ground and the wound looked clean. But that was as far as he could go. After spending a few minutes trying to get everything in the right place, he remembered how difficult it was to tie a knot with one hand. Turns out, tying a tie with a hand that's only doing what you want to do half the time is harder than that. Worse, he had to strain against his muscles to reach it. This put pressure on his ribs and did not respond to treatment.
After several minutes of hard work, he tied it in the right place using his fingers and teeth. It covers a fifth of his body from his shoulders to his elbows, meaning he has plenty to look forward to.
The bandage slowly became dark and sticky, smeared with his blood, but it didn't seep out as he sewed a piece off.
As he finished applying the second bandage, the sun shone startlingly through the glistening, frost-covered treetops. How long had the fight been going on? An hour, maybe? Less? It was a miracle he was still conscious, there was blood everywhere except inside him. He felt a little dizzy, but not as bad as after the fight with Mari. Most of the time, he felt cold. Painfully cold.
Still, it has no choice but to keep going, especially since it's taking so long to die. Androcles' soul may be cursed to wander aimlessly as he rots away, but what is he supposed to do until then? Compose music?
The third bandage simply refused to cooperate. The cold oppressed him relentlessly and patiently; his stiff, aching fingers could barely move. His skinned arms barely hurt anymore, and he wished his muscles were frozen too.
When he started shaking uncontrollably, he knew he had no choice but to try to make a fire. They did not wear glasses all the way, because they were afraid of causing the attention of others, but this did not work, isn't it?
Although ... Does he need to fire? He burned the demon without a gun.
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Okles looked around, feeling that he seemed to steal a grape from the market booth, and then released his killing intention. He did not force himself to go all out, but let it flow naturally. It is always there, squeezing, squeezing out, what he has to do is to open the door, and it will pour.
His fingers and toes, and even his calf and forearm immediately felt warm, he didn't realize that they were so cold. He felt that the blanket under him was warming up. His trembling stopped quickly, and the blood on the bandage was also dry, just like when fighting. On his right arm, he hadn't wrapped a bandage, and his blood had been dried into a big scalp, and all the relaxed skin was stuck to the wrong place. Around him, the hard ground rushed to water vapor, and it became pale as dryness.
There was no one who tried to kill him, nor the children he wanted to make him alive. He found that he could relax and focus on that feeling, how the feeling flowed out of his heart. It shakes in waves like liquid flames, filled with every inch of him. It seemed to come out of his heart, and he was burning there. It seemed to leave his body from his upper body, although it may be just because he was sitting.
One part of his heart took a step back and stared at. listen. feelings. It is almost divided into two parts; two centers. His thoughts, his heart. Power itself ...
He felt his brows frowned, and he brought more carefully to explore his anger and tried to really understand it for the first time. Power is ...
There is something on the edge of his consciousness. There was something running counter to his killing intentions, and running running with the anger he created. He felt like a feather's lightness, weakly facing the senses he had never found. He opened his eyes and looked at the direction of being violated.
A tall and majestic red deer stood at the place where it was twenty steps away from here, just in the direction of Fraul. Its huge horn is at least four feet above the head, and its thick neck and aggressive posture show a noble spirit, which makes Androx hold his breath. What is sandwiched between its two corners, a pale thing, and ...
It's Gabi. The rising sun, his baby.
The girl stood on the huge Bucks, just like it was made of wood. One foot was placed between its horns, the other feet were placed between its shoulders, her arms crossed, and they didn't even grab it. Come to maintain balance. She wore a simple brown waist coat, paired with pants, and sandals on her feet. Her wheat -colored hair must be tied behind her head or cut. She stared at him because she was worried and frowned.
Andrex immediately gave up his killing intention, mainly because of surprise. This scene was too unexpected, and he rarely noticed that she was standing there. Even now, his brain is still trying to accept the scene in front of him. Isn't it even sitting on the back, but standing? Can't ... unless she is dead?
He looked down at himself and thought he would see his body falling on the ground under his feet. It is not. He felt cold and began to attack him again, and the pain in his arms and ribs was still as obvious as before. No, he is still alive.
"Ga
Bi? He shouted, his voice was weaker than what he wanted.
"Dad! I am here! She answered loudly. The gods are above, it is really her!
The Bucks running forward, Gabi stood straight, maintaining a perfect balance, as if this was the most natural thing in the world. Her gentle little face was full of concerns. When she approached, she began to pull out a cloth strip from her pocket and what he couldn't see.
It stopped at less than two steps away from Androps and lowered his head to get Gabi from getting out of the car. She did it, and it was effortless, just like a staircase. Gabi patted its head, whispered and said, he didn't understand what he didn't understand, and then turned to face him.
"Dad," she said calmly. Their gaze met, and the girl was stunned. She stood there, her arms stretched halfway, one hand was holding things like sewing supplies, and holding a bandage in the other hand. Tears filled her eyes, and her little mouth frowned. After a while, her sedation disappeared, and she cried messy.
His heart was burning, there was a lump in his throat, and his eyes were moist. He had to clenched his teeth and swallowed hard, so as not to cry like her. Seeing her like this, he is no longer able to bear it now. Tired can make a person emotional, even at the best time, Gabi's emotions will be contagious.
"Dad, I miss you so much!" She barely spit out. She couldn't open her eyes, and her tears kept flowing from her face. Her hands hovering in the air, trying to decide whether to risk hug him, although he was all blood. She didn't know what she should do, this poor thing. When she looked at him, he could almost see her thoughts in her mind.
"Gabi girl, I miss you too. Is it ..." His voice choked, he had to stabilize himself. He wanted to hold her crying, but if he did it, she would be dirty, and she couldn't handle this kind of thing well. At least, she couldn't do it before. The gods know how it happened during this period.
He asked, "Are you here to sew me a needle?" No, don't hug me! I'm bad. "The crow took everything away! She may be the one who watched him die, in the process of trying to treat the wound. What is her? What is the most vulnerable and precious thing?" How do you find me me How do you come? "
These words blurted out of her mouth, accompanied by ruthless sobbing and pumping. "I was sitting next to the fireplace, my mother called me and Hua Hua was with her. She said she would make those people busy so that they would not notice that I should get the rope and two stitches. I still need a bandage . She asked me to take these, I think she stole it. The flowers were frightened! Oh, dad, he ... he was so scared! He said you defeated a demon, and then came again. He was dead. He was crying, just like he thought you were crying. His little heart was broken. I can see his heart ... "
Her voice was getting smaller and smaller. From her expression, she had more words to say, but she couldn't find a way to say these words. After swallowing two big mouths, she suddenly felt very disciplined. She straightened her waist and looked straight at his eyes. She said, "I know you are still alive."
For some reason, it is too much for him. He felt tears flowing along his cheeks into the beard. He blinked a few times and swallowed things in his throat. Should he send her away? Or God really wants him to survive? "Well, are you right, dear. Will you sew?"
"Oh ...! Yes, dad. I sew it almost every day. Master asked me to make up for the clothes in the village because he didn't want me to go out. Dad, I have to sew you needle. I have to hurry up!"
Andrex wanted to grin, but there was no laugh behind the smile. He felt very painful to think of what his little baby was going to do and possible results. He looked up at the sky and said, "You are really a bastard, let her do it!"
Then, he said to Gabi, who was confused and worried: "Well, Gabi Girl, I let you sew me. The sewing meat is more difficult than the sewing cloth. It is very slippery and a mess. When you finish, You will be as dirty as me. Do you think you are ready? "
"Dad, I am the daughter of Andrex!" I could do it. I just ... I just have to start, and then I get used to it. My mother had told me, but I didn't say too much because I had to hurry up. I also killed a lot of chickens. "
The phrase "Andolokleus's daughter" sounds sophisticated. He wanted to know how many times she used it to win the debate. He hopes that this is always the case.
Gabi straightened his shoulders and took a deep breath, apparently preparing for this difficult task. "Give you," she said, raising the bandage towards the huge red deer, and didn't even look at it. The beast lowered his head and put the bandage on the countless spikes on the corner.
Andrex almost erased the Bucks from his mind. He tried his best to ignore it because he didn't know what to think. Not at all. He has never heard of such a thing, whether it is in poetry or rumors. He will worry about it in the future. He has not had enough energy to deal with ... no matter what it is. He could hardly control his inner confusion.
Gabi was busy with the task in front of her, and had no time to take care of her pet. She put her hands into her pocket, took out a thin, unzoven line, and wrapped around a wooden thread shaft. She pulled out a curved needle from the place where she inserted, bit her lips, and stared anxiously at his arm.
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Okles said: "The flower may not have time to tell you, but he saved my life. Can you believe it? Your brother, the cute kitten. But I will let him tell you. It is very impressive. Now It's you, right, Gabi Girl? "This mild humor did not make him cheer up, but made him more sad than before. What kind of person is he who let her go through these? Although the demon is not his fault, it is likely that God has sent her, but he still feels guilty.
She nodded, still biting her lips. After wearing a needle, she froze.
"Where do you want to start?" He asked. He was convinced that this was not the reason why she was hesitant; she was just scared. He can't blame her either. Setal skin is not a pleasant process for anyone.
"From here," he pointed at a deep wound on the inside of his right arm, because he was not ready to tear off the bandage on the left arm. "You don't need to fix anything. This is just practicing for more difficult parts."
"Mom said, if it's really bad, I have to hurry up."
"It's really bad."
"I know. Will it hurt?"
"It's worse than now?" No. I don't feel at all. Come on, girl. start. it's here. continue. "
Once she overcomes the initial Poke, she will work with incredible and dexterous work, enough to make A
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Okles half -jokingly doubt whether she is really a completely mortal. The huge red deer sniffed on the ground and looked boring, which greatly increased mystery. He suddenly thought that he never thought about asking the wolf SCA
When he called GA
When BI is princess, what does he mean? Maybe there are any big secrets, Gabi's biological parents will one day appear from the clouds and lead her back.
However, considering that she had witnessed her real parents, it was more likely that in the past few months, she was just doing nothing in sewing, and this was the result of her practice.
However, even if she has amazing speed and accuracy, she can only do so much once, especially as a big person like her. As the sun rises slowly, the time has been extended from one minute to one hour, and then longer. She frowned and hummed the songs he couldn't understand. For a long time, Android was very satisfied with the attention. After all, if he let her speak, she will stop sewing, and he will die earlier.
He didn't even look down at her handicrafts to prevent her nervous and difficult, and these two emotions Gabi never handled them well. However, the longer he sitting, the more he remembered how much he missed her, how bad this was. They were here for a few months. As soon as she finished his right arm surgery, he was still awake. Why waste it?
How long can he live? If it was really God's voice saying that he would succeed, then God should do better. The bitter cold tortured his fingers and toes, and he felt weaker and weaker. He might not be able to live long, and he would die in a large -scale infection that will definitely come.
"Gabi, Fraul told you that I found my silverware?" He finally said. As soon as he said, he almost bit his tongue. I shouldn't talk about this. They can never see Dica again.
"Dad? She replied. She stopped and looked up at him. Her big eyes shone like the ocean. Her beauty surprised him. He could find how lucky she was ...
He said: "I found my silver. We can go home."
"Can we? Dikaia? Can you buy back your old house? Hua didn't say. I only had time to kiss him before leaving. Two kisses."
"Yes, my dear. I stole four Tartate in the last wife, and I took it back to Ten Tabant. This disaster -like journey is about to end. Qian and Fraul are in the car. I hope he Don't lose it. "
Android allowed himself to look down at Gabi's handicrafts, and saw that his arm looked like humans, and he was impressed. Not all skin can be sutured or re -connected, but most of them are fine, and she splices them perfectly together. He was chaotic from his wrist to his shoulders, but healed. Maybe he can survive? God blessed, especially Passos.
"Dad ..." Garby said with obvious, deliberate innocence that she pulled off a bandage from the antlers and wrapped it on his arm. Now the suture work has been completed. "Who are you……"
She looked up at him, and then tried to pretend to be nothing. She is too serious and will not succeed. There was no cunning on her. "Do you plan to catch the little peppers?" Do you bring your mother? I mean, Master Agen? We took them when we went to the battlefield. "
"I know who is my mother. Why do you ask? Do she not want to come again?" What did Agur say to his daughter in Tulos's money bag? The snake -haired female monster who was cursed three times would let him let him make him Dragging her? He could hardly hold his fist, and now he has to worry about sewing. He will only take a few weeks ...
Gabi interrupted his thoughts and said, "Oh. She is angry and you let us wait for so long. She said that you should spend a week to pick us up, instead of waiting for spring. Then she kept saying that you would not come. It doesn't mean that. Then ... I think she is serious. "
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Okles looked at her, but she refused to look at his eyes and would rather bandage bandages. Bucks stood almost on her shoulders and roared to see something in the distance, which made Anjiez more disturbing. He should really ask that.
It was only two months! In more than two months, they thought he had forgotten them. Wolf Sca
Is the constant information not enough? This made him feel pain and pain. He was not sure if he should replace it with anger or accept it.
He could see that he waited for too long before answering her. She slowed down, and her movement lost elegance and confidence. The atmosphere between them became embarrassing and painful. She still didn't dare to look directly at his eyes, but he might see her heart, and her body language yelled at him.
"Ga
bi, listen. There are little girls everywhere in the world, isn't it? Beautiful people. smart person. Loyal people. Girls are everywhere. Woman, too. Beautiful women. Rich woman. Too much, we don't know what to do. And son! So many boys, you will step on one in the city. Bold boy. Strong boy. Smart boy. Children and women are everywhere, isn't it, girl? "
She completely stopped, and felt unstoppable fear of what he wanted to say.
He lowered his voice and said, "My little baby, the difference between them and you is that you are mine. You are my daughter. Do you understand? This makes you different."
She didn't seem to be completely relieved. "What if you have another daughter one day?"
"If her dowry is as expensive as you, then I will die poorly."
"What do you mean?" How much does my dowry cost? "
"Do you think I can marry you to a ceramic worker or paddle?" Girl like you? God, I have to find you a king! Or at least a very rich noble. I can't let you take a copper plate and a pet dog to attend such a wedding! "
"Am I going to a far place?"
"Maybe not. Dicata is one of the largest cities in the world. We have two kings and many rich nobles. You may eventually have just moved a few houses."
Gabi seemed to be confused about this, but she continued to tie the bandage. All gods, it's really a mess. How can a little girl like her understand the heart of a man? A person who does not know herself.
When she bandaged his right arm completely, he couldn't help shaking. The bones of his hands and feet were painful under ruthless pressure. He needs to warm up. It is very powerful.
"Gabi, can you ..." He just spoke, but when his teeth fought loudly, he stopped. He forced them to calm down, but before that, the girl approached him and put her hands on his cheek.
"Dad, you are cold!" You are too cold! I didn't notice it. Why don't you say anything? Bobby, come over to sit next to my father, can I cover you with a blanket? "
Andrekles stared at the Bucks with a surprise and doubt, and the Bucks looked back at him with some contempt and contempt. It sniffed in his direction, and then circled behind him, sat down like a lazy horse or mule, leaning his body on his back. One of the wounds. Gabi pulled a blanket from the pile and covered them on the shoulders like a cloak, showing the arms that were still peeled.
He had to think again, what a man would think of a girl with a male deer pet, but Gabi stared at him so tightly. He dare not say anything. Warmed up. He did it, which made him relieved. Although he was not as fast as he hoped, and the calories did not quickly spread to his fingers and toes to reduce pain, he could feel that his body had begun to slowly absorb the warmth of the beast.
She spoke better than him. "Is it warm now?" Dad, are you warm? "
"Gabi, why do you have a Bucks?" He asked, and he hadn't realized that he had to export.
"This is difficult to explain," she answered briefly. Her shameful little face still retained the previous anxiety. If she is malicious, not emotional investment, her small eyebrows will be tied together, which may be impressive. In all the ways of him ...
"Okay, I don't go anywhere. Why don't you try it?"
"No, I have to sew you first. Mom said."
"Can't you sew clothes while talking?"
"No. Mom can, Aldang and Judah can also, but I messed up."
They looked at it for a while. Gabi tried to pretend to be serious, usually she did well, but this time her hand was restless, and her feet kept changing their weight.
"Gabi ..." He said, his tone was slightly angry.
The Bucks raised his head and poked a corner tip into Androl's cheeks. Although it was not hard enough to make people bleed, it was enough to make Android understand what he meant.
"Poppies! Stop! You dare to hurt him!" Gabi scolded, pointed at her pet with a needle.
The animal moved away its horns, but turned his head to look at Andrex with a boiling eyes. When Mao Lu was convinced that they had reached a consensus, it leaned down again.
A man from fighting with the king and killing everyone in his court to being scared by a deer. Android looked up at the cold blue sky angrily, and then said, "Okay, girl, sew me, and let's talk about it again."
"Yes, dad. But I want to tell you one thing. This was left by the wolf scar when saving me in the cave." She said, and then started working without saying anything.
He watched her working for a while, but cold, hunger and exhaustion, and disease caused by weakness and blood loss. Before he realized this, he had concentrated all his attention and tried to keep his eyes open. He nodded and suddenly woke up. He needs to tell her ...!
He nodded again.
