Second Breath (4)

The gravity doubled again and Ola's eyes went dark.

When consciousness returns to the cage, everything has settled.

Freed from the pressure in an instant, she jumped up with her sword in hand, only to see her half-brother sitting on the ground, holding a corpse.

Ola was behind Alex, watching him reach out and slowly close Inger's eyes. He put his wand back in his palm and clenched his fingers, making him look like he had fallen asleep holding the wand.

Ola didn't know what the rage that was raging in her heart was about.

She didn't know how to tell Christine, how to tell Langmore and his family.

Just now, she couldn't move, couldn't do anything! She couldn't save the child who gave Christine a pair of legs, and couldn't kill the damn woman who ruined their lives!

Aura kicked the king's bed and destroyed it.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere.

She had no idea about her father. He was a terrible father and a cowardly and incompetent king. He had no achievements worth mentioning and even let a wolf into the house.

Ola couldn't bear it any longer and started swearing.

After cursing, she knew she had to go out and clean up the mess immediately, so she gritted her teeth and prepared to go out.

Just then, Alex's voice came.

It was a tearing voice, "Sister Aura, please help me guard the door and don't let anyone in for half a day."

Ola stopped, then walked out quickly and slammed the door.

She stood at the door with sword in hand.

She couldn't refuse.

Anyone who saw that scene or heard that sound could not refuse.

And now she is the only one who can defend this place.

The Pope was still inside. Alex looked down at Inger's face and said softly, "Your Majesty, he had contacted Miss Midibe before, and she contacted others to set up ambushes at several possible escape locations. Please ask Your Majesty to eliminate places other than these places, just in case."

The Pope also just found out about this now, but she is also very clear that there are only a few people who can deal with the current Queen and Bixi, and the places they can defend are also limited, so the possibility of catching them is very low.

"They will definitely head north. Both of them are seriously injured. This is the best chance to catch them. Please, Your Majesty."

The Pope was very worried about the condition of the ninth prince.

Everyone present thought he was dead.

Only Alex believes he will be resurrected.

He had to believe it.

Alex clenched the hand holding the wand tightly.

"Alex, if I'm ever in danger again... don't let this wand leave my side."

"Don't say that."

"…I'm sorry, but Alex, it was indeed this wand that saved me."

"You won't be using this ability anymore."

“…I hope so, too.”

Their previous conversation ended in failure, as they were both careful not to mention the incident to each other.

But thinking about it now, it is a great irony.

Alex, he was right in front of you, but you couldn't save him. What exactly did you protect?

He closed his eyes briefly, and the words echoed in his ears.

"Don't be afraid."

He was trembling violently, his heart aching.

Why did Inger close his eyes, why did he say that word to him.

He knows everything.

Therefore it hurts more.

Of course he knew that Inger had not cast any spell, and the wand was dead silent without any movement.

But that was all he hoped for.

Again.

He was dying in front of him and he could do nothing.

Fantine said he was a great knight.

He was wrong.

He is clearly nothing.

His sword has killed many enemies, both in the past and now, but it cannot save a single person.

Important people still died one by one in front of him.

He is not confident or strong at all.

He was afraid, but escaping by death was not allowed; it was his punishment.

If the Goddess wanted to change the future and send him back to the past, what was the point?

Isn't it true that he can't change anything?

The collapse of faith happens in an instant.

At this moment he realized how despicable and selfish he was.

"Ying, you were right from the beginning. I was wrong."

He should not be greedy for friendship and warmth.

Maybe someone should be on the battlefield, but this time, he didn't want it to be his friends.

Ola had not been waiting outside for long before she heard a clear cry from inside.

She rushed in immediately and saw the most beautiful birds she had ever seen in her life.

The phoenix with a body of fire stretched out its long tail feathers and gently swept across Alex's body.

All the wounds on his body were healed by the flames, the blood evaporated, leaving them spotless and spotless, as if the pain and scars had never been there.

The phoenix looked back at him and flew out the window.

Alex jumped out with the Pope and Ola in shock.

He grabbed a horse in the stable, looked up at the phoenix in the sky, and ran for his life.

Ola cursed a few times and jumped down as well, chasing after him.

Her mind is in a mess.

"Shit, what is that bird? Inger Nyka? Shit! What does that guy want?"

At this moment, all the etiquette she had learned throughout her life went out the window.

The situation was chaotic enough as it was, and Ola couldn't imagine causing any more trouble. Alex had just looked scary.

However, the phoenix just flew to a mansion, and Alex just chased the phoenix there.

Alex laughed incredulously as he stopped his horse.

After he got off the horse, he knelt on the ground involuntarily, half crying and half laughing, in front of the tree.

The phoenix stayed on the treetop for a while, then quickly turned into flames and gathered under the tree, transforming into Inger.

He was unharmed, with his eyes closed, and as calm as a newborn baby.

Above his head was the star tree he had planted not long ago. It had grown taller than their house and was covered with bright star fruits, like a whole starry sky in the daytime.

The silver knife slashed across his neck.

Blood spurted out.

Two things that are indispensable to the human body.

The air choked him and the blood drowned him.

Everything was dark before his eyes.

TV dramas are all lies.

He only remembered that the last ten seconds seemed as long as centuries, and that his death must have been extremely ugly.

If possible, he didn't want Alex to see this.

This was too cruel for him.

His last thought before he died was that he would never wake up again.

The first thing he saw when he woke up was Alex holding his hands.

Alex's expression was gentle and calm.

Inger calmed down unconsciously and adjusted his breathing.

Only now did he regain some consciousness.

Inger: "...Let go."

Alex didn't answer him and asked, "What's my name?"

Inger: "...Alex, I don't have amnesia."

Alex looked unhappy, but he still smiled and asked, "Don't move your hands. Can you do that?"

Inger: “…………Yeah.”

He could vaguely guess what was going on. Arlene and Eric also said last time that they seemed to be out of control and lost consciousness for a period of time. Was this a sequelae of resurrection?

But he felt that he was still quite calm, except that his hands were shaking from being pinched.

Inger took a small mirror from the bedside and asked casually, "What happened to me just now?"

Alex: “…Nothing.”

In fact, when Inger just woke up, he pinched his neck unconsciously, pinched his neck madly and breathed madly, almost choking himself to death.

There was no way Alex could tell this to himself.

Inger looked at Alex, who was sitting beside him in a depressed mood, and changed the subject, "I didn't cast any spells, but I was resurrected, which means my wand can be activated by itself."

Inger summoned his wand again, "Look, there's another one missing."

Alex: “…”

Inger: “So what’s going on?”

He was referring to the entire process that Alex witnessed.

Alex remained silent, and his smile completely disappeared.

Inger saw that he looked a little dazed.

Inger was about to ask something else when he turned around and saw someone sitting next to the bed.

Ola sat in a chair holding Christine, looking very tired.

"What happened to her?"

Ola looked at him and didn't answer.

Inger turned his head and found that there was another person lying next to him.

"cocoa?"

Inger asked Alex, "Why is she here?"

Alex: “…”

Inger reached out and pushed Coco's body.

Under normal circumstances, he would not have the audacity to wake up a sleeping girl.

Apparently, he did not notice the abnormality of his condition at this moment.

Coco was sleeping soundly.

Inger pushed a few more times, "Coco?"

"Alex, how can you let her sleep in my bed? Why don't you take her back to your place?"

Alex buried his head in his hands.

Ola said slowly, "She was poisoned. Alex thought you might be able to cure her when she wakes up, so he brought her here."

Inger cast a spell immediately after hearing this.

However, the magic circle was quickly extinguished.

Aura: "...Stop, she will be dead before you wake up."

Inger checked Coco's breathing and pulse, and there was really no sign of life. He blinked in confusion.

Christine's eyes were red and swollen in Ola's arms.

Inger bent over, his breathing suddenly becoming rapid again.

Alex hugged him immediately.

Inger's chest heaved violently, struggling for air like a drowning man.

He couldn't clear his mind, he had to think of something else.

Otherwise those unpleasant memories will take over your mind.

"By the way, where are the Queen and...Bixi? Have they been caught?"

Aura: "...The Pope has gone after them, but there is no news yet."

Inger remembered the spell that Bixi had taught him before.

The magic she had taught him before also had some very destructive power.

The goddess's spell contained none of these. He had thought she had passed it down from some ancient book unknown to him.

That means she has successfully created more magic than just blood sacrifice and incarnation.

If she used the divine language teleportation array to escape, she could only go anywhere randomly and there was a high possibility of being caught. But what if she learned his fixed-point teleportation?

He made two mistakes.

One mistake was that he trusted too much in the comics he had read.

The second mistake is to overestimate one's own strength and underestimate the opponent's strength.

These two mistakes cost him dearly.

What else?

Think about it quickly, what else?

Tears streamed down Inger's face.

He couldn't breathe.

He was almost suffocating.