Chapter 136 There is nothing to remember here "Will you cry? ...

"Peyton, listen to me." Ferdin anxiously held the red-haired woman's shoulders. He glanced in the direction of the palace, where there were screams and a faint smell of blood in the air.

He looked back at Peyton and said, "Peyton, if it's really Avril, she'll definitely be here soon. You should leave first. There's a secret passage behind the wardrobe that leads directly outside the palace."

After he finished speaking, he reluctantly touched the worried face. His heart softened, and he lowered his voice: "I will come to find you."

Peyton's eyes were red, tears falling uncontrollably. She hugged Ferdin and cried, "No, no, Your Highness, let's go together, okay? I can't lose you!"

Faced with the pleading of his beloved woman, Ferdin hesitated for a moment. He quickly pushed Peyton away, untied his own sword, and tied it to hers: "No."

Payton looked down at his hand that had secured the longsword to her waist. She grabbed Ferdin's hand tightly and wouldn't let go. She cried, "Then I won't leave either! If you don't leave, I won't leave either!"

The determination in her eyes was so resolute that Ferdin was stunned for a moment before shaking his head: "No."

She still didn't let go of his hand, and he didn't struggle in her grip. She softly requested, "Come with me, Your Highness."

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The Council of State Palace.

Osha, who came here again, had no other special emotions. She was wearing simple trousers and a long sword at her waist.

She had heard Vifiya talk about the king's sarcasm about her not wearing a skirt that day, and she didn't care what he thought.

This time it was in the side hall of the Council Palace, but it was obvious that Osa was holding her sword and looking at the king who was sitting on a chair several meters away from her. Was he afraid of her sword?

She seemed to glance casually at the sapphire necklace around his neck.

The slight fluctuations in her heart were quickly suppressed. She had understood from a very young age that no matter what you want to do, your emotions and intentions cannot be easily seen through by the other party.

In order to make her remember, Hefa took great pains and made her suffer several heavy losses.

The king motioned her to sit down opposite him. Even if he was the king of another country, he had no right to order the Grand Knight to take off his sword.

After the expected greetings, Osa behaved politely, put on a smile, and started chatting with the king very skillfully.

She often worked around the emperor, so how could she not know that people like them would like to be complimented subtly? In the past, when she was in a good mood, she would occasionally compliment the emperor.

But now, she was obviously not in the mood.

Candlelight flickered in the palace. Osa calmly observed the surrounding environment, as well as the servants and knights inside, and counted the time carefully.

One hour.

"Please give my regards to your emperor."

"Thank you, Your Majesty. I thank you for your concern on your behalf."

Two hours.

"I hope your mother remains beautiful."

“It’s our honor.”

Three hours.

Finally getting to the point.

"Mokojin Port..." Before the king could finish his words, someone came hurriedly and interrupted the king's next words. The king looked displeased.

Osa took a quick glance and lowered her eyes as if she didn't care. When she raised her eyes again, the man was standing aside with a nervous look on his face, and the king also had a gloomy face.

The king, noticing her gaze, quickly put on a compliant smile, nodded at her, and turned to the visitor, saying seriously, "Let the Knights handle it."

The servant who received the order ran out hurriedly.

Osa ignored the servant who delivered the message. According to common etiquette, she should have said a few considerate words to the king. Since the king had urgent matters, she would leave first and discuss it next time.

She sat there without moving or speaking, as if waiting for the king to finish his business before continuing.

The king suppressed his doubts and glanced down at the necklace around his neck. It was no different from before, so he suppressed the fear that suddenly arose in his heart.

He calmed down a bit and looked at Osa again: "Sorry for making fun of you, let's continue."

"Bang!" A servant covered in blood rushed into the side hall and fell to the ground.

Osa and the king were both attracted by the sight.

The attendant, clutching his wound, which was constantly dripping with blood, panted and crawled forward a few more steps, leaving a trail of blood behind. His breathing gradually weakened. "Your Majesty! Princess Avril is... leading the troops... leading the troops..."

The king stood up suddenly and subconsciously grabbed the necklace. How could it be possible?

He turned to the knight who was already looking at him and said, "Send Don Moore to support us! And the nobles in the city!"

The knight who received the order ran away.

There's been a rebellion at the main gate, which is a special situation. The nobles should have sent troops to support them at this time. The kingdom is anxious. The troops currently stationed at the Council Palace...

"Your Majesty!" Another urgent cry came, "Princess Avril has been captured..."

"Bang!" A long sword smashed the wall, and rubble fell to the ground, raising dust. The cold light pierced through the chest of the person who came.

The attendant opened his eyes wide, lowered his head in a daze, and fell to the cold floor of the Council Palace without saying anything.

The blood spread and filled the noses of everyone present.

The remaining servants had never seen such extraordinary strength before. Their legs trembled and they collapsed to the ground.

The palace suddenly became quiet. King Huodi raised his head, his heart beating faster involuntarily.

"Duke."

"Duke."

The steady sound of boots hitting the floor hit the king's heart again and again.

The sticky blood on the soles of the boots stuck to the floor, leaving a trail of shoe prints behind.

The girl, whose baby fat had not yet completely faded, was neatly dressed, with an unsheathed sword at her waist. She was holding a head that was silently dripping with blood, and she stood beside the long table.

The king had calmed down a little at this point, except for his heartbeat which was getting faster and faster. His eyes quickly swept over the head in her hands. It was the knight who had just gone out to deliver the message.

He knew her strength better than anyone else. The fact that she could come here alone was enough to prove that there were only a few survivors left among the people stationed in the Council Palace.

The king's fingertips trembled. The eyes opposite him were as calm as a pool of dead water, which made his scalp tingle. He pretended to be calm and said, "Avril, stop now. You are still my good daughter."

The girl didn't answer, but continued forward.

One step, the king did not move.

The king took two steps, holding his breath, not daring to move.

After three steps, the king involuntarily retreated.

After four steps, the king ran away without saying a word.

An indistinct object flew quickly towards the king, in a graceful curve, and hit him right in the head.

Something was rolling on the ground.

"Ugh!" The king let out a muffled groan and bent down uncontrollably to cover his hit head. He felt dizzy and his body swayed from side to side.

Eulite, empty-handed, continued forward, kicked away the head that blocked her path, and asked lightly, "Where are you going?"

The sound without any fluctuation seemed to freeze the king's nerves. He came back to his senses suddenly. It was the knight's head that hit him just now. The knight's blood was stuck to his face. The king shook his head eagerly, trying to see clearly.

The crisp sound of boots was getting closer and closer, and my reason gradually disappeared with the sound of "thump" and "thump".

He was breathing rapidly. No! He couldn't let her get close to him! She would really die!

He frantically reached for the necklace around his neck. How do I trigger it? How do I trigger it? Yes! Drop the gem! Drop the gem!

The king didn't know when the footsteps stopped, and he was anxious to take off the sapphire necklace.

Avril stared at the king's movements silently, motionless. She could smell fear emanating from him.

"Bang!" The gem fell heavily to the ground. In front of him was the king, his head lowered in relief, laughing crazily: "Haha! Avril!..."

When he was trying to appreciate her torn body, his joyful expression changed drastically when he saw her standing in front of him in good health.

The next moment, the king suddenly found the strength to run towards the inner hall.

Surprisingly, not heading out of the palace? Avril didn't stop the king for a moment.

She went in his direction.

When I saw the king again, I saw that he was holding a lighted candle tightly in his hand.

A drop of sweat soaked into his collar. He swallowed and suddenly burst into laughter. The more he laughed, the more sweat he sweated. "You didn't think the magician only left a piece of sapphire, did you?"

Upon hearing this, Avril's eyes remained unchanged. The candlelight flickered, and her eyes swept back and forth between the candle and the king. Without much hesitation, she stepped forward decisively.

In horror, the king suddenly broke off one of the sections!

Avril continued to advance without stopping. She felt her right hand dislocated and with a click, she reattached it with an expressionless face.

The king's fear grew deeper and deeper, the candle became shorter and shorter, and Avrilite reattached her hands and legs one by one.

She didn't think she would fail. This time, her chances of winning were great. The sapphire that had been hindering her for a long time was in her hands. However, Yolanda warned her that she should never let her guard down until the last moment and should also be prepared for failure.

The warm orange light reflected in her deep purple pupils was like a whirlpool, making the king feel dizzy.

She glanced indifferently at the few remaining sections of candle in the king's hand. Would the last section break her neck?

Whether or not, her sword will be swifter than the king's.

The long sword was unsheathed, with a cold light and murderous intent, it was thrown violently!

A long sword with a light blue blade flew through the air, colliding with the cold light. At the same time, the candle was broken in half!

"Ah!" The only sounds left in the palace were the king's wailing and the buzzing sound of swords nailed to the walls.

"If there is a chance to kill the king, how would you like him to die?" In his mind were the few nights in the space when everyone was together.

This is a question they all thought about but did not ask.

"I'm going to chop off his hands."

The king covered his pierced wrist in pain, his screams were heard in his ears. Avril stepped on his hand, pulled out the sword from the king's wrist, and swung it down!

"I'm going to break his legs."

The sword in his hand flipped and severely severed his hamstrings. "Ah--" the king's scream was like a broken string, howling at the top and then suddenly bursting out.

"I'm going to cut out his tongue!"

He grasped the king's face with his hands, stabbed his thigh with a sword, and cut off his lips along with his tongue the moment it came into view.

"I'm going to cut off his uncontrollable filth!"

A cold light was cast down, stirring the king's lower body vigorously.

"I'm going to slap him thirty times!"

Avril didn't pull back her sword. Instead, she grabbed the king by the collar and pulled him up, swinging her hand down continuously!

"I'm going to beat him into a pig's head!"

He clenched his open palms, clenched them again, and again, punching each time!

…

I remember everyone.

Although his rationality was still in his mind, his movements were out of control and he fell down by inertia.

For the first time in a long time, she seemed to lose the feeling of her own existence, just like every time she entered the experiment, something was injected into her body. Every time, she thought that she would miss the appointment and would not be able to see them.

She had to admit that life like that was painful, but she still wanted to see them again, and she still wanted to say to them, "See you later."

She wanted to see them again, even just once.

She still wanted to see them later, all of them.

There's nothing memorable here.

But here, they are.

"Aulite." The voice was hazy and vague, coming from far away.

Whose voice is that? It sounds like Marlene.

"Avrilite."

No, it's Gina.

"Avrilite."

No, that's not right, it's Yolanda.

"Avrilite."

Or, Mom?

No, neither is correct.

"He's dead."

The blood-stained hand finally stopped in the chaos.

They are all dead.

…

Avril blinked and released the bloody king. Her deep purple eyes remained emotionless. She turned calmly to Osha, who was calling her, and asked indifferently, "Will you cry?"

Without expecting a response, she stood up, feeling the steady, vigorous beating of her heart in the front of her chest. It was still the same as always, without a single ripple.

"Yes." I heard the answer from Osa.

She lowered her eyes, she wanted to cry for them, but unfortunately, the experiment also deprived her of the right to cry.

There's nothing wrong with that.

There was silence.

Not far away, on the left side of the inner hall, the decorative column on the wall made a slight sound.