Fanters, run, Fanters.
There is no chance if you don’t run.
Fantes pointed out that he was able to escape only because of the efforts of several other seniors, or that several other seniors would rather give their lives to give him the opportunity they created.
This was not alarmist, nor was he deliberately exaggerating. He knew that his escape would definitely offend the girl. And the powerful strength that the girl showed just now is enough to prove that he can kill anyone present.
But what he knew better was that if he didn't escape from here, if he didn't break free from the girl's shackles, then everyone's efforts would be in vain.
The forests of the North seem to be more livable than the ice fields of the North, but that is compared to the completely uninhabited ice fields. Of course, for Fantes, a former Northland barbarian, he could easily leave here if it was just the Northland forest.
But the problem is that he doesn't know how long his seniors have been delaying for him. It can be said that he knows very well that as long as that girl catches up with him, his end will not be much better.
So the only thing he can pray for now is that the four seniors can delay longer before he is caught up by the girl.
While running, Fants suddenly thought of something. He seemed to be thinking of the ice field, the mountains, the endless snow, and the snow beasts lurking in the snow.
Since he was born, his mother and father have been asking him to run and run fast. Running fast is the only way to survive in the Northland.
But in that massacre, he was the only one who escaped, not because of how fast he ran, but because his mother and father chose to run slower.
Fantes still remained silent. He did not speak and had no emotions. He stared at the high tower in the distance. He knew that what he had to do was to run under the high tower to find the brave man and tell everything about what had just happened. Inform the brave.
Okay, keep running.
Fantes still remembers the massacre, the massacre initiated by the gods. Although it was Silver Jue who seemed to be dominating everything at that time, Fantes could always clearly remember the figure of that terrifying silver giant.
This journey did not even make him feel tired. He kept running and tried his best to run, just wanting to run an extra distance before everything ended.
He didn't know a few minutes later, or even how far he had run. He didn't look back, and he didn't dare to look back. Who knew how weird that terrifying girl power was.
"Almost."
Suddenly, Fantes felt that the blood in his body seemed to be frozen, and his whole nerves were firmly fixed in place. His hands and feet became weak, and his brain became trance-like. He collapsed to the ground, motionless. .
She is coming.
The Pope of the Church of Emotions, Anya, is here.
Why.
Fantes felt a rare pang of regret. He felt as if he was very close to the tower, so close that he only needed to shout "Brave" loudly to hear his voice.
Fantes felt desperate. This barbarian from the North had never been good at expressing his emotions. But that kind of regret was mixed in his heart, making him feel something inexplicable.
Ah, failed.
He raised his head and tried hard to see the girl's expression clearly. The pure white girl looked at her quietly, with no anger or contempt in her eyes, only complete indifference.
"Can you completely suppress your feelings?"
Looking down at Fantes, who was unable to move and had been deprived of all power, the girl expressed doubts and surprise in this indifferent and ruthless tone.
"It's a pity that if it were normal, I would discuss this with you carefully, but now..."
Boom
The sudden severe pain in his heart made Fantes look ferocious. He clutched his heart in pain, trying to stop this from happening, but he couldn't do anything.
Is it a pity? Did he think I was regretting that I didn't do it?
It should be painful.
A broken voice sounded, and the young man who was once regarded as a barbarian lay on the ground, lifeless.
This time the girl opened her eyes and looked at Fantes' body carefully. After a while, Anya left here and returned to the northern forest.
The crows on the trees were chirping, which was annoying, noisy, and annoying.
The rustling sounds in the woods no longer sounded, some were the sounds of reptiles, and some were the sounds of hunted animals.
The corpse was like this, lying flat on the ground, with blood flowing out of its mouth, as if its internal organs had been squeezed out.
It hurts.
Fantes slowly opened his eyes, he felt very painful.
It felt really bad to have half of the heart crushed. The weird feeling of blood flowing to the outer wall of the blood vessels made Fants feel a little uncomfortable.
That's how the Northlanders are, their lives are hard to take away. In other words, the girl made another mistake.
Faking death is one of the compulsory skills for Northlanders. It can be said that a local may not be able to run that fast, but he will definitely be able to fake death.
The blood in his mouth kept spreading, and Fantes knew that even if he temporarily faked his death and deceived Anya, his death could not be postponed. He is just an ordinary person, at most just a little stronger than other ordinary people. It does not mean that he has become a god.
He stood up slowly, frowning at the pain caused by his broken heart. Fantes slapped the leaves on his body and then bent down and continued to run.
Just keep running before she finds out.
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Looking up at the towering tower, Zhou Li felt a dazed emotion in his heart.
It's too high, so high that it makes people feel scared.
Zhou Li was not afraid of heights, he just felt that such a tall tower built with human power might be at risk of collapse. But what actually worries him is the meaning behind the Radiant Crystal.
This time was the first rebellion launched by people led by Anya against the gods. It can be said that the villain this time is unique in history.
In the long history of mankind, there has never been a true battle against the gods. Because even if some people will raise slogans of rebellion against God, in the end they are only rebelling against the church rather than against God.
Now Anya's finger points directly at the gods, at the illusory but real gods.
Sometimes Zhou Li thought that maybe Anya could communicate with him in advance, or that Anya also had memories of his previous life, so the two of them might get along very well. After all, Anya really hates God, and so does Zhou Li.
Zhou Li didn't understand where Anya's hatred for the gods came from, but he knew that Anya's attitude towards the gods was already one of those that would never stop fighting.
It's a pity, it's really a pity.
With a slight sigh, Zhou Li looked at Don Quixote aside. He saw that the loyal female knight was patrolling the vicinity, inspecting all places that might have an impact on this place.
Next to him is Eluma, the girl who has always been with him. Sometimes Zhou Yu even wonders, if there was no Eluma in this world, would he still work hard and put in so much effort for this world?
Maybe not.
Zhou Li always thought that he was not a good person, at least not a hero. Everything he had done until now was simply to enable himself and Eluma to survive, nothing more.
Maybe I'm thinking too much.
Zhou Li took a breath, saw Eluma beside him, looked at the gentle eyes, and felt calm for a moment.
Buzz buzz.
Suddenly, the sound of the communicator interrupted the moderator's thoughts. He picked up the communicator and opened it to find two pictures. The people who sent the pictures were the king and the eldest prince.
The picture was received, but to Zhou Li's surprise, the picture was just a blank page, nothing more.
week
Li was a little confused. He didn't understand the meaning of the king and the eldest prince sending these two pictures. Could it be that they were telling him to take pictures?
This was a little too out of the ordinary. He didn't think about it carefully, but chose to take out the communicator and dialed Herinen's phone number.
After a busy tone, the hang-up sound sounded.
Zhou Li put down the communicator and looked a little solemn. He once made an agreement with the king that once someone hangs up the phone immediately after picking up the phone, it would prove that something happened to the other person.
"Don Quixote."
Zhou Li put down the communicator and called to the female knight beside him.
"I am here."
Don Quixote's words were firm and powerful, just waiting for orders, like a ruthless war machine.
This is the character of Don Quixote. She is always polite in formal situations, but in war she is a fierce soldier.
"Contact Lorca immediately."
Zhou Li looked solemn and said to Don Quixote: "Something may have happened to the king and the others."
Don Quixote immediately understood the crisis of this matter, and without any hesitation or hesitation, she immediately contacted the third prince Lorca through the magic circle between the legions.
"Nothing happened."
Within the magic circle, Luo Ka's calm voice sounded, "There is nothing unusual. The underground air raid shelter is completely normal."
"problem occurs."
Don Quixote closed the forensic evidence and looked at Zhou Li, with a solemn face and said: "Lorca has never been so calm before, or his tone is too calm."
"As expected."
Zhou Li sighed, he knew this was Anya's method. Of course for him, this was just the beginning of the war.
"Have Tiya send the nearest troops to reinforce there immediately."
Zhou Li calmly issued the order. He knew that what he should do now was not to disrupt the position or send out his soldiers. You can divide your troops, but if you divide your own troops, you will definitely lose the war.
Huang Yi's communication was also cut off.
Soon Zhou Li got this even worse news. After all, he knew very well what Huang Yi's strength was. If someone really defeated Huang Yi at this speed, then this battle would be even more difficult.
"Otherwise, just run away."
Zhou Li made a joke casually. He looked at Eluma aside and said with a chuckle: "This time is more difficult than any of our previous times."
"yes."
Eluma nodded and said softly with the same emotion: "This war is really cruel."
"Human emotions are the easiest to be mobilized, and emotions are the sharpest weapons."
Zhou Li had already roughly guessed what this war would be like. The two names thought puppet and soul puppet together meant that emotions were the biggest enemy in this war.
And human beings are the kind of things that are most inseparable from emotions.
Zhou Li raised his head again, this time he was looking at the heart hanging high in the sky.
It's no longer white.
The heart seemed to be covered in endless layers of purple, black, and red that couldn't be ignored.
Someone has tried it, this heart doesn't exist at all, no attack can touch him. He is like the heart of a cloud, existing but empty.
Everyone was extremely scared about this heart. Since this heart appeared in the sky two hours ago, many people found that the fierce war before suddenly disappeared, as if everything had become quiet in an instant.
But everyone also understands that the war will not disappear so simply, and that heart is not the messenger to save them.
The heart is like a time bomb that can explode at any time, suspended above everyone's head.
"Resistance is not that simple."
Zhou Li opened his eyes. He seemed to be talking to himself, and to that person who existed but was not there.
Talk the same.
"What you think is very simple. Light a fire, a wildfire will start a prairie fire, and the whole world will fall into the anger of rebellion."
Gently crushing the runes in his hand, Zhou Li looked at the heart with cold eyes and a cold voice.
"But, you forgot one thing."
"The fire you lit will only burn people who don't deserve to die. You wanted to create a mad god to force the world to unite and fight against the gods, but you never thought that this mad god would make humans more dependent on the gods."
The runes slowly dissipated in the air, and soon, a voice sounded in Zhou Li's ears.
"Humanity is not ready for adulthood."
In a building in Magnum, the old man slowly put down his cane. He looked at the huge body looming in the sky and the strange colorful tumors, and his voice was heavy.
"From the day the Golden Age ended, the first brave man has noticed the problem of the gods. The attitude of the gods towards humans is neither protection nor indulgence, but captivity."
"Humans, the confinement of domestic animals."
"The second hero worked as a puppet for twenty-six years. In the last year, he understood the nature of God and chose to commit suicide to give up the seed in his body."
"Then, there is Emperor Chong."
"He only did two things. One was to expel the ancient race of Kallis, and the other was to find the hope of mankind."
The moment the rune broke, a voice suddenly sounded in Zhou Li's ears. That is a promise, a unique promise.
"Voyager."
"Anya, those who rebelled against the gods earlier than you are still alive today."
Guild of Braves.
