The darkness has blurred his world, and his body is like walking in a world full of mud. His consciousness has also left his body, and it is constantly twisting and entangled in the whirlpool. As his steps are taken out, his body is filled with a feeling of exaggeration and weakness.

‘Cough cough…drip!’

The body couldn't help coughing. With the sound of the cough, large swells of blood spit out of his mouth. As the blood flowed, his body became weaker and weaker. The power of the curse had already invaded his flesh and blood, and weakness had occupied every nerve of his nerve. Even the perception seemed to be about to leave his body, but he was unwilling to stop just like this.

He wiped the blood from his mouth, supported his body to stand up from the snow, his eyes looked ahead, revealing a dull, numb, and exaggerated footsteps that took another step...

His figure moved forward in the darkness, falling from the snow again and again, climbing up from the snow again and again. His body had no strength, and his eyes had already lost its spirit, but his body was still walking forward, showing extraordinary persistence.

He just wanted to stay away from the figures behind him. As a Holy Cross, he was invincible. As a knight, he would never give up. But this time... he failed. Whether it was his body or his own will, he did not want others to see his appearance. Perhaps, this is his last pride as a Holy Cross knight!

When he used all his strength to slap the sword on his left shoulder, he had no regrets, and as for the false, unknown future... it is no longer his business, because he handed the future together with the Holy Cross badge to others.

When he recalled the face full of doubt and surprise in his twisted consciousness, he couldn't help but want to laugh, but at this moment he could no longer feel the existence of the corner of his mouth...

"Olifia..."

His figure froze on the snow, a gentle, beautiful face reflected in his eyes, murmured softly, his hand couldn't help but reach into the dark world, darkness began to twist in his eyes, and his figure disappeared in his eyes. The figure instinctively rushed into the darkness, chasing the disappeared figure, just like on the grass many years ago.

The figure gradually blurred in the darkness. It was slowly swallowed up by the darkness. Only in the dark world, there were several coughs gradually moving away from time to time...

Leaving!

Just leave like this!

Perhaps because of his injuries, he was no longer able to be treated. As a knight, he was unwilling to lie in the warm bed. He slowly waited for the erosion of the curse and gradually became weaker and eventually died. Or in this dark and cold world, he had a way to treat it again...

Niels still maintained a mysterious way of doing things without explaining it to any explanation. He left the Knights' team and disappeared in the extreme night!

As he disappeared, the atmosphere in the team became more and more strange: the figures of the knights formed a formation, protecting them around Xia Zuo. Xia Zuo did not say a word and walked slowly on the snow. After inheriting the glory of the Holy Cross, he already had the right to lead the team. However, all the soldiers still had strange emotions towards him, the Holy Cross Knight, which could be seen from the time they did not cast their time to him.

Dog followed Xia Zuo as always. It didn't care about the glory and title, and how to live was what it cares about; and for Oz, he might not be able to understand the meaning of the title "Holy Cross"; among the people who followed Xia Zuo, he was afraid that only Virge was silent in joy, and his steps were running lightly on the snow. The joy that could not be concealed on his face seemed to have become the knight of the Holy Cross.

Xia Zuo's steps stopped on the snow. He turned his head and looked at the figure following behind him. He still didn't understand how things would develop and appear. He had already obeyed the judgment of fate and was waiting for the arrival of death. But in the end, Niels not only let him go, but also secreted his identity as a magician for himself and made himself a Holy Cross Knight?

Faced with this series of changes, Niels never explained it to him from beginning to end, so that now, Xia Zuo feels like he is trapped in a dream, fearing that when the dream is broken, he will return to the cruel reality.

Just as Xia Zu stopped, the knights around him stopped behind Xia Zuo, and all their eyes were staring at him. Xia Zuo coughed gently, "Let's rest here today?"

The knights did not hesitate at all about the instructions given by Xia Zuo, and quickly passed the orders to the team. The moving team surrounded Xia Zuo and formed a protective circle. Then they leaned on each other on the snow. Xia Zuo's figure sat on the snow, and the faint light emitted from the crystal stone reflected the surrounding snow.

Although I had eaten a lot of food before, I felt hungry again with the transitional consumption of physical strength.

A few pieces of jerky were found from his body, sitting on the snow and chewing, revealing a bit of strange depression in the space. Xia Zuo felt complicated inside. When he chewed the jerky, he couldn't taste anything. A figure walked into the light from the darkness. Xia Zuo raised his head and saw Duterte's figure, and walked up from the crowd.

"Is there anything wrong?"

Looking at Duterte with a complicated expression, Xia Zuo couldn't help asking.

Duterte hesitated for a moment, finally plucked up the courage, and looked at Xia Zuo directly, "You are already a Holy Cross Knight, will you still treat me as a friend?"

His question is very direct and does not hide the complex emotions in his heart at all.

Xia Zuo was stunned, confused, and helpless, suddenly seemed to have grabbed something in his heart. He looked directly at the other party and nodded solemnly: "Please never doubt this!"

After receiving Shazzo's answer, Duterte's face surged with joy. Although he was not a philanthropist, this could only be said that the glory of the Holy Cross was too dazzling!

Just as I was about to walk back to the camp, I seemed to have thought of something, so I took out a wine pot from my waist and threw it directly to Xia Zuo, "This is what I brought from the cold winter city, take it and try it out! My friend."

Looking at his back, Xia Zuo couldn't help laughing. His originally gloomy and confused mood seemed to have suddenly improved: Although he didn't know why Niels did this, the Holy Cross seemed to be a very amazing title!

Xia Zuo felt something in his heart and noticed that the woman on the snow was staring at him with a strange look. However, when Xia Zuo looked at her, she withdrew her eyes without moving.

Perhaps, this matter is not over!

A thought slipped through Xia Zuo's consciousness, but after experiencing the choice of death, such thoughts could no longer interfere with Xia Zuo.

I unscrewed the bottle cap, took several sips, then wiped my mouth, and lay on the snow with satisfaction.

The coldness penetrated into the body through his back, but Xia Zuo did not feel any cold. His figure lay on the snow, his eyes looked up at the gloomy starry night with the help of the light emitted from the crystal. The darkness was like a rapid monster, breaking through the blockage of the light and submerging Xia Zuo's consciousness... (To be continued...)

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