Chapter 36: Step over my dead body and move forward (vote request!)
"Seventeen."
He had killed seventeen Rhea cavalrymen, and the rest of the enemies should have been scattered without a commander.
Snowflakes are flying all over the sky, soft and light, spinning and floating in the air, mysterious and beautiful.
Lucius stumbled forward, knowing that the extreme blood loss had affected him and that the blood potion could only provide a minimal healing effect.
"If it weren't for the extraordinary feature of 'Death Struggle', I wouldn't be able to fight anymore."
But he just realized one thing, it turns out that even passive supernatural properties require the consumption of weak spiritual power to maintain.
The blow that the orc knight dealt to his waist and abdomen was almost fatal, and his liver was ruptured.
Moreover, the power of the protective rune only lasted for a moment, and it was unable to stop all the bullets at that time. The bullets of the last few people who shot were not blocked by the rune, and one bullet successfully hit the femoral artery.
Dizziness.
He felt as if the ground beneath his feet had lost its gravity, everything was shaking, and all the scenery around him was spinning rapidly in the same direction.
Lucius tried to keep his balance, but he could only see the snow tilting past him, and then he heard a buzzing sound in his ears.
Buzz...
The world fell silent.
He quietly felt the coolness of his cheeks caused by the contact with the snow, looked at the falling snowflakes, and all kinds of inexplicable strange thoughts suddenly emerged in his mind.
Why did I leave that city? Lucius vaguely remembered that gentle and beautiful woman, Byrne's mother, who cried and begged him, hoping that he could stay.
But he was very scared.
Family, marriage, and everything about the concept of relatives made Lucius feel extremely terrified. He was even restless and unable to sleep all night. It was more unbearable than any sharp knife or axe.
Family means bondage, which means he can no longer fight freely or do whatever he wants. All his property must be shared with other people for free, and his enemies have a soft spot that they can threaten.
Fundamentally, it also means that he must bid farewell to those people in the mercenary group who have been with him for decades, and completely abandon the past that he was very familiar with in his previous life.
At that time, he was so scared that he trembled all over just thinking about it, and felt that facing death was just like this.
Lucius left cowardly, following the other members of the mercenary group and escaping without even daring to say goodbye to that gentle and beautiful woman. The other members of the mercenary group were not surprised but just felt it was a pity.
"So that's how it is. I had forgotten about it..."
Thinking of this, he gradually felt more and more sleepy, and his thoughts gradually became disconnected.
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So cold!
"Cough, cough, cough, cough!"
When he opened his eyes again, he saw snowflakes that were gradually getting smaller. Blood gushed out of his painful throat and he woke up coughing.
Lucius sat up trembling all over. For some reason, his body seemed to be full of strength again. Could it be that his spiritual power naturally recovered and reactivated the "Deadly Struggle"?
He stood up again and suddenly found that his mind had become unusually clear.
"call."
Lucius couldn't help but feel happy and continued to walk forward. A new thought soon emerged in his mind: why did he go back at that time?
Just after all the members of the mercenary group died, he returned to the city he had escaped from.
All the members of the mercenary group were dead, and Lucius had lost almost everything. He spent his days and nights in a daze, squandering the mercenary group's legacy, and eventually became a disgusting alcoholic.
Anyone who saw him would avoid him. He stank and got drunk every day, too weak to even pick up a sword.
Finally one day, the despicable man thought of the gentle and beautiful woman again. The selfish guy wanted to go back and get her mercy. Even a little bit of comfort would be enough to make him feel at ease again.
But he never saw her again. Instead, when he was peeping outside the house, he saw a thin, sick and dull boy.
He was like some kind of fragile little animal, thin, young, and even a very disturbing life, afraid that he could be easily destroyed by any malicious object.
But in the next moment, Lucius realized that it was his son.
He confirmed this after careful inquiry, and also learned that the boy's name was Byrne, which means "Raven", the bird of wisdom and warning.
Lucius took a shower and shaved again after a long time, then came to the door of that house again. He wanted to knock on the door and recognize the other party, but hesitated.
Byrne must be disgusted with himself.
So he became afraid and went back and forth several times without entering the house. He kept thinking about whether to just leave, but he was completely worried.
After secretly observing, Lucius found that the boy was extremely cowardly. If it weren't for the neighbors' active help, he would probably have starved to death.
How could there be such a weak and stupid life!
Until one day, Byrne, who was barely living on his own, fell completely ill.
Lucius had no time to care about anything else but to rush into the house and take good care of his unconscious son, while constantly blaming himself for his cowardice.
Until the boy woke up and looked at him, asking a question without thinking.
"Are you my father?"
He was silent for a long time, and finally nodded.
"Well, I'm your father."
The boy's innocent eyes flashed with undisguised surprise, grievance, and uneasiness, and finally he timidly whispered:
"Will you leave again?"
"I will, but I'll take you with me."
He stretched out his thick palm and gently stroked the boy's hair, and suddenly he was no longer afraid of certain things in his heart.
That thin boy was none other than his own son. He had a pair of innocent blue eyes, completely different from the people in the mercenary group, and even different from that gentle and beautiful woman.
Lucius smiled from the bottom of his heart. The hatred for revenge was no longer the driving force that kept him moving forward. Some new power was more deeply rooted.
"Byrne, I'm sorry, I haven't been able to reconcile with myself all this time."
"Thank you."
He murmured to himself, knowing deeply that it was not he who saved the sick Byrne that day, but his appearance that completely saved himself.
Some things cannot be touched or reached, and only exist in people's eyes, but they are brighter than diamonds, nobler than stars, even greater than gods, and more reassuring than anything in the world!
The scorching sun and the brilliant sun came to the top of his head, and the light made the snow around him pure white. He was about to walk out of the forest completely.
Lucius could no longer hear the sounds around him. He only felt that his heart and the whole world had become incomparably quiet and peaceful.
Snow.
Finally stopped.
Suddenly a loud roar came from behind the man.
"Fire!"
He turned back suddenly and immediately found that the flow of time around him slowed down.
A dozen Rhea infantrymen stood tens of meters away, holding their flintlock rifles nervously, and bullets were fired from the hot muzzles.
Lucius subconsciously wanted to dodge, but found that both his spiritual and physical strength had already reached their limits, and he couldn't even activate the rune.
In the end, he could only stare at the scene calmly.
Everything happened slowly.
Lucius kept thinking while he was preparing for death, but for some reason he did not feel any strong regrets deep in his heart. He clearly had some very important things that he had not done well, and he had not yet settled the account with the black dragon.
He soon understood that the lifespan of a dragon could last for thousands of years, and that sooner or later the Fisher family would become a powerful family on this continent.
Generation after generation, one generation after another.
One day, someone will replace me and completely defeat the once unattainable black dragon!
He raised his head calmly, as if he was talking to the sky, fate, or God.
Perhaps, they or He can convey His will.
Byrne, Irene, Chris, and the later members of the Fisher family.
"Go ahead over my dead body."
PS:
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