Number six is dead!
"Please kill me."
After Amara made this request, Niebu was about to speak when someone in the guard suddenly shouted:
"You must be afraid of the crime—"
Before he could finish his words, he let out a short scream, because a sharp white spike like a bone or stone suddenly pulled out of the ground from under his feet, and exploded one after another, growing rapidly to form an entire narrow curtain wall of crisscrossing crystals, as grand as the backdrop of an opera house that stretches through the ceiling, frightening the people around him and causing them to flee frantically.
Only then did the body, which was torn into two small pieces, fall from a great height and roll back to the ground with some blood and flesh fragments.
Most of Amara's body was still trapped in the magic, and it was too late before he could say anything to stop it. He looked reluctant.
——Again, why did you provoke him? Yuan Qian himself was fine. According to his character, even Bernardus would not be so ruthless when provoked. But the one who was responsible for the interpretation of No. 5 was the adjutant.
No matter how harmless and reasonable he is in normal times, he is essentially a demon king who is orthodox enough to be thrown into an RPG with a line of words on his head saying "I am trying to conquer the world, so if you are a hero, come and challenge me." So if he can still be so good-tempered as to let the nameless garbage yell at him in such a situation, shouldn't he have been overthrown long ago?
Moreover, Nirvana's appearance at this moment is already in the standard form. Just the back view with black and purple hair and the operation of sweeping away a wave of attacks with one move are enough to give him the aura of a villain. So the person whose name is unknown is not tactful enough to dare to come out and make a scene. It is his fate to be cannon fodder...
"Go on."
The villain who casually killed someone was probably the most calm person in the whole scene at the moment.
“Stop killing people,” Amara told him.
"The way you die will be exactly the same as this. Do you still want to die even if it's like this?" Nirvana asked.
"……Yes."
"Sure. It depends on how many people you can save before I kill everyone in the First City. If it's more than a hundred, I'll agree to it. How do you think?"
But Amara didn't take it seriously as usual. She just ignored the suggestion and continued with the idea she had just formed:
"If I die at your hands, it will no longer be a murder within the Beast Tribe. My tribe has already determined my fate, so I beg you."
For his own death, the saint who never succumbed to evil bowed his head for the first time, picked up his sword and offered it to Nirvana with both hands.
The monster took the sword and weighed it, with an expression of uncertainty.
In the distance, Xiaoman was panting slightly as she resolved the last curse spell. Just as she was about to rush over to stop it, she suddenly changed her position several times in succession as if by telepathy.
The quietly growing stone spikes finally fell behind her for a moment, forming a cage, while Xiaoman stepped on a horizontal stone edge and jumped up, completely rushing out of the range.
The sharp blade formed by the spell deflected the standard long sword that was casually swung, and at the same time cut the sword in half. The blue flame that was specifically designed to kill evil thoughts formed a spear blade and pointed at Nirvana.
"Don't kill him."
Said the protagonist who acted faster than he spoke.
The besieged beastmen now dared not act rashly for the time being, because judging from the situation, Amara had already become the prey of these two foreigners whose identities were a mystery but whose strength was considerable. Before their superiors gave the order, the beastmen's instincts strongly advised them not to join in.
"Do you want to take him away?" asked Nirvana.
"Yeah." Xiaoman nodded.
"It's a naive plan." Niebu sighed and shook his head. "Unlike you, he won't and can't accept a life of being on the run while being hunted down by his own kind."
"Some people have lived in the light for too long and can no longer adapt to the darkness."
Xiaoman frowned slightly. She would respect everyone's choice, but she still couldn't understand such logic.
In life, she feels that only commitment and love are more important.
Amara obviously has none of that.
So if she leaves and lives on, there are still so many possibilities in the future, just like she couldn't have imagined that she would meet Su Mei, Teacher, and even Lielie. Since someone came to save him, why did he still choose to die?
She doesn't understand.
Xiaoman turned around with his spear in hand, his posture straight and stubborn, looking at Amara, demanding an answer from the elder that she could understand with the stubbornness of a young person.
Being looked at like this, Amara found it difficult to speak, and her lips trembled imperceptibly for a moment.
He answered in a low voice: "I can't...I can't point weapons at my innocent people. So I will die."
In order to prevent the beastmen from increasing their evil thoughts and sins, and to prevent the Star God from adding any more poison to his bones, he chose to simply die at the hands of the monster today.
But Xiao Man said, "I will protect you. I am not a beastman and have nothing to do with your sins."
As she spoke, she began to cut away the chains that had already solidified completely. It was obvious that she had already made up her mind to take Amara away by force.
But Nirvana suddenly spoke casually:
"What a gift. Do you know what other executioners have been gifted with?"
Xiaoman paused.
She is listening. Looking at Xiaoman's back, Niebu smiled.
"Once upon a time, there was a disabled person who possessed the power to 'heal illness'... She was born at the wrong time, otherwise she would have been admired by thousands of people."
"In the last few years of life, my internal organs would rupture just by breathing, and they would heal and rupture again. Bones break very easily, and even if they repair themselves, they break again very quickly. It's very painful."
"But being killed hurts, too. Feeling every bone in your body breaking is worse than dying instantly."
Xiaoman's movements became slower and slower. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he turned around and stared at him intently.
That familiar face that she had come to accept, those identical warm grey eyes.
It was the first time she showed such a look of near collapse. Yuan Qian took a sneak peek from Number Five's perspective, then ran away and crossed himself frantically.
This is too much, too immoral, I really can't act like this! This is simply murderous...!
But he knew that every sentence was in line with the setting. Not to mention that he had personally experienced what happened to Su Mei when she was on the verge of death, Xiaoman's mother was able to persist in living to the age of thirty, which was extremely incredible among her peers. It was indeed because she was able to use her talent to repeatedly treat herself that she was able to force herself to delay the illness for nearly ten years, allowing her to watch Xiaoman grow up.
After learning the truth, he admired the lady immensely, and the adjutant probably sincerely believed that her love and dedication should be known to everyone, and that the two people behind the scenes shouldn't be the only ones to get hurt... Of course, it could also be that he just wanted everyone to collapse in turn out of his evil nature, and thought that this would make it more lively.
But in fact, this is just to divert Xiaoman's attention and prevent her from losing her ability to move, so Amara will not be able to end up as she wishes.
In the relevant emergency plan, they actually discussed in advance to ensure that Xiaoman was disarmed and only slightly injured.
However, in the already chaotic square, the gaps between the bricks gradually began to become wet.
So at this moment Nirvana deliberately slowed down his movements a little, and watched Xiaoman being dragged away by a stream that suddenly emerged from the middle of the ground.
Xiaoman tried his best to concentrate, and all he saw was a light and clean white-green color.
It's Yorutina.
The fairy, who had seamlessly merged into the spring water, brought her to the edge of the square and revealed her true form. She placed herself and her in a barrier made of clear water and patted her back soothingly. Her breath was still steady and cool, with a faint scent of plants. She quietly helped her to calm down her extremely confused mind that could hardly support casting spells.
At this point, the spellcasters who had been watching in the dark were finally willing to show up.
"Then, how do you explain the 'Nirvana' that was predicted to come with the disaster and has actually appeared?" Yolutina's colleague once asked Chen Xing this question in a casual tone.
"He's just a sentimental monster. Don't worry about him." The businessman replied with a smile.
The blue-haired deer tribe member stood between his teacher and friends. This was the first time he saw the monster's face up close and personal, so he was stunned.
"I recognize your face," he said.
"Excuse me, who are you?"
Xiaoman heard this response - from the original information, she knew that the spellcaster was called Enovica, a spellcaster who was good at ice and was very outstanding among his peers.
Not only that, he was also a witness to Su Mei's revenge. That night, he stood by the female city lord to try to stop her, and finally forced the young man to jump off the tower with his enemy.
It was normal that he still remembered Su Mei's appearance after only a few months, because the experience of fighting a hunter with golden blood indoors must have been very exciting and unforgettable for a pure spellcaster.
But Niebu...the person who had just spoken in a plain tone did not recognize the murderer.
He really isn't completely "him". Xiaoman couldn't tell whether he was disappointed or relieved.
"It seems that she doesn't want you anymore, but you still have a chance to change your mind now." Niebu said to Amara.
"It's a good thing she's been protected."
During the process, Amara briefly looked at Xiaoman to confirm her safety, but by then he had already withdrawn his gaze and freed himself from the last bit of restraint. No matter how advanced the magic used to subdue him was, after the double torture, it would have little power left.
He flexed his wrist and glanced at the group of spellcasters - even though they were without weapons, the crowd around them, who were quietly agitated by the arrival of reinforcements, remained silent.
The Winged Tribe's calm gaze, as if he had abandoned his weaknesses, reminded people of his own dangerousness, and made people realize that even if he had lost interest in life, his credit was still not something that anyone could easily claim.
It is the fastest and sharpest sword of the orcs that has never been defeated since it became famous.
"Don't be so arrogant. You won't kill any of these people. Not only do you not have any evil intentions in your heart, you also don't have any other reasons for your own feelings."
The villain ruined the mood as soon as he opened his mouth. His attitude seemed to have returned to the casual state in the dream when he told Xiaoman's mother that they were companions, but his words were countless times more harsh.
"You came to me with your artificially instilled beliefs, but no one really supported you, so I advised you to end your life as soon as possible."
"…Stop talking nonsense. Let's get started."
Amara shook her head, roughly shaking off the raindrops hanging on her hair, and said.
"OK."
As a sign of respect, the fantastic heavy gun reappeared, as if it was still being refined, becoming darker in color each time it appeared.
It pierced straight through the linen robe that was only black and white, and sent the deadly spearhead designed to kill gods into the heart of a mere Winged Tribe member.
The smart people in the world know how to protect themselves and are unwilling to personally bear the sin of killing a good person or a saint, so they have to use countless twists and turns to take action and let the random arrows and spit of the common people cover up everything.
But he doesn't care.
"I am the end of God and man. To call upon my name is like the beginning of innocence and ignorance—"
"Death is freedom. I hereby release you, Amara."
The monster declared calmly as he looked at the blood-red stain on the front end of the heavy gun that could not be washed away by the rain.
He did not draw his heavy gun again. Instead, he caused the pitch-black spikes to grow slowly and purposefully. Soon, they formed into a solemn sarcophagus that surrounded and swallowed up the dead saint.
...just like he had intended to do when they "first met".
[How do you feel? Does it not hurt?] The villain asked cautiously.
"...Really?" Yuan Qian was surprised. Compared to the death experience of No. 1 and No. 2, Amara's death was so easy and almost painless, which made his psychological preparations that he had overcome for a long time go to waste.
[You can always trust my anatomical skills!] The adjutant was proud.
"Hey, how can you trust this? The patient will just feel terrified when hearing this!"
Another play ended perfectly as planned. Yuan Qian's originally heavy mood was completely carried away by the surprise and the problematic words used. He even forgot to hear the congratulations on the finale and couldn't help but start complaining.
[Ah, I was planning to artificially grow a heart for you, but forget about it?]
"——" Yuan Qian was completely being squeezed. After experiencing the taste of health, he could not accept a life with constant chest pain and difficulty breathing and eating. He could only swallow his anger and said, "Please don't do that. Please."
After all, he had carefully checked for a long time and concluded that the props in the system mall for this purpose were not only extremely expensive, but also had unsatisfactory application effects. Compared to something that could transfer the soul into it and naturally be free of disease and disaster, but the price was a very stiff doll, Yuan Qianning would rather trust a professional devil who, although unconventional, had definitely done a lot of biological transformation.
Yuan Qian: He is my friend! How can he harm me?
...Oh, that's not necessarily the case. Anyway, I promise I will never ask about the origin of the new organs, Yuan Qian thought.
So pretending to be deaf and dumb is a necessary skill in life. Except for number six, of course.