Chapter 420 (1/2)

Glacier wasteland, somewhere in blood skeleton valley.

”Clang -!”

The sharp stabbing sword fell aside. The bloody night watchman knelt on one knee, his right hand stuck in the deep snow to support his body, and his gradually blurred vision struggled to look at the figure in front of him.

Damn it

Struggling hard, Edward, who has always been indifferent, only had panic in his eyes and the ferocious ”smile” in front of him.

The staggering pace, pale, thin and vulnerable, the smell is so thrilling!

Francis raised his head and looked at the desperate night watchman with a convulsive expression, with a deep and low hissing in his throat.

”Are you... Afraid?” the vain steps could not even leave deep footprints on the snow, but each step seemed to be like a sharp sword, piercing Edward's chest.

”I can find my breath under the attack of tens of thousands of rotten corpse demons... I'm worthy of being a notorious night watchman and a loyal running dog of the desalion family... I think it's very necessary to praise you!”

It seems that the lung is pierced, the right arm is bruised, and there seem to be two wounds on the back... It's terrible.

Edward, who fell in the snow, pressed the penetrating chest. The trembling of his body made him unable to stand firm. He could only watch the enemy come towards him.

Although Loren once warned that Francis might still be alive, but

”As the bishop of the Holy Cross Church, he will become the running dog of evil gods.” dying Edward snorted coldly: ”you are really a devout servant of God.”

”What about you, wild dog?”

Francis, who paused, glanced at him with disapproval and disdained: ”you so-called 'night watchmen' are not also coveting the power of emptiness... It's just that you can only control very weak power.”

”No need to struggle, no need to suffer... I'll give you a death.”

Edward, who had fallen, trembled and calculated his distance from the sword and the fascists - if his current physical condition was a sneak attack, there would be only one chance.

”Have you thought of your last words?”

Walking slowly, the palms of fascists once again condensed into a solid black fog, which turned into a sharp long sword in the palm; His hoarse voice was like a call from hell.

”Did you pray to the Holy Cross?”

Edward trembled and nodded slightly, like a dying prayer; The right hand trapped in the snow has been slightly raised, all relying on knees and legs to maintain body balance.

”Don't you answer me?” Francis narrowed his eyes slightly, clenched his tight right hand and waved the black fog into a sharp blade:

”Then... Die!”

At the moment of the black fog, the night watchman suddenly took back the stabbing sword; At the moment of dodging, the tip of the sword had been aimed at the figure of Francis.

At the next moment, the sword body forged with refined steel suddenly makes a sound, and the invisible air flow condenses into a bunch and stabs out of the sword tip!

”Force impact” --!

In the snow, fascist's chest suddenly burst open; Edward immediately seized the opportunity and jumped at each other like a remnant.

At that moment, the two figures crossed.

”Poof --!”

Hot blood gushed from Edward's mouth, his weak arms hung on his side, and he fell on his knees in the snow.

”This is a gift in return for you - back through heart, remember? You used the same trick when you were in eboden and let me miss the nine pointed star Holy Grail!”

”I haven't forgotten any of them.”

The cold words came, and the shadow of fascism shrouded Edward, watching the night watchman struggling and twitching in the snow:

”You have to thank me for avoiding the key and not directly giving you a death.”

Edward, who vomited blood, was unable to fight back except for convulsions. He could only stare at each other with his still indifferent eyes.

”Because I will ravage you and kill you!”

The frenzied fascist expression twisted to the extreme, the excited smile became terrible and strange, and countless black fog had completely wrapped the broken body of the night watchman.

Unable to move, Edward had guessed his upcoming ”end”, and sighed with despair.

So this is the taste of death?

I'm still afraid of death.