Chapter 513 Gwen's Prayer
"Yeah, little Gwen always has a lot of ideas, she's super reliable!"
"Yeah, she always has a straight face, which is super cool. When can I be like her?"
"Just stop being so talkative."
"It's up to you, little Gwen!"
The tall girl lifted her long hair, and her white hair flowed like a waterfall, like water flowing from a glacier.
She pointed in a direction: "Over there."
Gwen and her friends were suddenly silent. After a while, several transparent figures floated out of the fortifications and looked curiously in the direction she pointed.
There's nothing over there.
"Gwen, why are you over there? How did you know?!"
"Could it be a blind guess?"
Even Gwen gave a skeptical look.
The girl did not answer. She looked straight at Gwen, her white eyes meeting hers: "Gwen, find the thread."
Gwen was stunned, then slowly closed her eyes. When she opened them again, all the noisy friends in front of her were gone, replaced by strands of silk.
"This one is for Zoe, these two are for the two older brothers, this one, uh, this one is for Master Hughes, this one..."
Gwen held the silk thread in her hand in a daze, a warm and familiar feeling filled her heart. She looked in the direction of the silk thread, and the other end seemed to be not far away.
"This is. The other Gwen's?"
No one answered her. She had no friends around her at the moment and was all alone.
Gwen hesitated for a moment, somewhat unaccustomed, then stood up, and when she looked over there again, her gaze was much more determined.
"Let's go check out the other Gwen first. Does she really exist?"
Gwen grabbed the sword and slashed and blocked mechanically.
This time she didn't even have time to feel tired or think.
This was the longest battle she had ever fought.
All the members of the resistance army, regardless of gender, age or status, took up their weapons. Even Grisha staggered on his wooden prosthesis and picked up a small bow and arrow.
Go onto the battlefield, face the enemy, and smash whatever you have in your hand into the opponent's brain.
Once the two sides clashed, it was an extremely tense and life-and-death battle.
There was no tactics, no staged attack to undermine the opponent's momentum. The resistance forces, shouting the name of White Crow, clashed fiercely with the red-eyed Dragon Fang army.
Both sides fought to the death, with Grand Duke Longya's army advancing silently and the resistance army having no way to retreat.
The sound of heavy machine gun fire was deafening, and people in officer uniforms fell one after another, but the opponents seemed to be crazy and continued to rush forward and fight without any care.
The young man from the resistance army thrust his spear into the enemy's body, but before he could pull it out he was hit by an arrow in the neck. He roared, threw away the spear, and pounced on another enemy, rolling together with him, and both of them were trampled into the mud by the soldiers who squeezed in.
Gwen kept charging and killing on the battlefield. She knew nothing anymore. The sound of Isaac's heavy machine gun had not stopped, but it was much sparser than at the beginning.
Whether she could win, what lay ahead, and how many enemies she needed to defeat. She no longer had time to think about these things.
There were often huge roars accompanied by sharp curses. That was Grandma's Dragon Breath Cannon. She seemed to be fighting with the extraordinary people. Every time the Dragon Breath Cannon sounded, the sky would light up for a moment, like the scorching sun suddenly rising in the dark night.
But it is clearly daytime now.
Gwen didn't know how long she had been fighting. She just felt her whole body gradually becoming numb. The number of resistance soldiers around her was getting fewer and fewer, but the enemies were like a tide and could not be killed off.
The sound of heavy machine guns stopped.
Gwen's numb eyes cleared up for a moment, and she subconsciously felt that something was not good. The resistance army could only barely maintain the front line with the suppression of heavy machine guns. Without this support... As expected, the resistance army's front line became shaky almost instantly, and began to collapse visibly.
"Hold on! Hold on!" Gwen shouted. She wanted to say that reinforcements would arrive soon, but looking at the desperate eyes of the people around her, she couldn't say it.
Will there really be reinforcements? She subconsciously wanted to pray, but who should she pray to? They were the people of the White Crow, but the White Crow had been destroyed in the White Disaster. They were believers of the Silent Church, but the Silent Church had abandoned them.
They looked around in despair, but couldn't find anyone to rely on, so they stood up and resisted on their own.
Who could she pray to at this moment?
Despair slowly gripped the young heart.
Enemies came like a tide, but Gwen's hand holding the sword felt extremely heavy. If it was a story in the scriptures, someone should have appeared to save them at this moment, but that was ultimately just a fantasy.
Who will come to save them?
The Bone Crows have been abandoned and forgotten by everyone. The Temple of Silence is also a forgotten sanctuary, and they are about to meet their destined end.
Gwen slowly loosened her fingers.
If there really is a god, please save us.
The enemy soldiers who rushed forward raised their swords high.
Boom! The soldier was blown away, and Gwen opened his eyes in surprise.
Are there really gods? But what Gwen saw before her eyes was neither the gods of her imagination nor the reinforcements she had never seen before.
It was a very dishevelled figure, neither sacred nor powerful. The heavy armor on her body had become tattered, with only broken pieces of armor hanging on her body.
But she still dragged her broken body here and smashed the flail in her hand into the enemy's head.
"Mr. Nora."
Gwen opened her eyes wide and looked at Nora in front of her.
In Gwen's memory, Nora was always reliable and powerful. She wore solid ice armor and held a heavy tower shield. She was like a steel wall.
With her around, I won't feel afraid even if everyone abandons me.
Gwen also dreamed of joining the Silent Temple, wearing heavy ice armor, and becoming a support for the people in the North.
If you put on that armor, you won’t be afraid and you won’t be weak.
Even when Nora was beheaded, her headless body was still protecting the resistance fighters. Whenever the resistance fighters needed her, she would step onto the battlefield with a flail.
Now, when the resistance was in despair and even Gwen began to pray, it was not the gods who responded to them, but Nora.
Only Nora raised the flail and stood in front of Gwen.
Nora's body was covered with new and old wounds. The curled flesh at the wounds had turned white, and her skin was extremely pale. Her blood had dried up.
She no longer had the tower shield in her hands, and she no longer had the armor on her body, but she still stood in front of Gwen, holding the flail and facing the enemies that were coming like a tide.
Gwen's throat gurgled, as if it was blocked by blood, and also as if it was filled with anger.
(End of this chapter)
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