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She asked Lan Qi in her heart while staring closely at the screen and the enemy in front of her.
"..."
Although Lan Qi did not respond to Beelzebub on the surface, he had already told Talia the answer in his heart.
"Talia, don't compromise with the terrorists, fight until the end."
Lan Qi conveyed his thoughts.
"No, no, Lan Qi, do you have any other ideas? You must have something."
Thalia struggled for a long time but couldn't make the move.
Even a hundred years ago, she was not cruel enough to be so cruel as to not care about the life or death of her friend.
It's not just the Baptiste family. If they continue like this, even if they can kill Perlman and rush to the South Bank, I'm afraid there won't be many lives left on the South Bank. Rosalinda will also die, and everyone will die.
She is no longer the demon princess she was a hundred years ago.
After living a stable life for too long and understanding human emotions, she cannot bear the constraints brought by this guilt!
"Success is not the end, and failure is not the end. We must move forward without compromise. Compromise with the enemy is absolutely impossible."
Lan Qi looked at her helplessly and responded to her thoughts.
He had no choice. They had tried their best to reach this point today, and they could only pray for the goddess' blessing.
If the enemy is just one Perlman, he can still defeat him. Even if there are two enemies, if the enemy still wants to win, he can still defeat him.
It's a pity that the enemy is the most extreme guy.
When he found that the hope of winning was not that great, he stopped pursuing victory and chose a purely disgusting style of play.
"..."
Thalia looked at Lan Qi blankly.
It only takes a moment for their thoughts to be conveyed, but at this moment she didn't know what to do.
On the broken screen on the other side.
"What's wrong? Don't you two have the same opinion?"
Beelzebub seemed to have discovered the differences between the two of them, and laughed happily.
This situation is what he most wants to see.
"Are you going to kill innocent people with your own hands? You will really die this time. Even so, do you not care?"
Beelzebub's voice had a hint of resentment, as if he had imitated the countless dead souls in Huaduparieu tonight.
"Stop dreaming."
Lan Qi glanced at Beelzebub.
Then his eyes only stared at Thalia in front of him.
"Talia, kill Perlman, and then go to the south bank to save as many people as you can."
His thoughts conveyed.
"...?"
Thalia looked at Lan Qi, wondering why Lan Qi, who was usually gentler than anyone else, could be so firm and decisive at this time.
"I will hesitate when you are decisive, and I will be decisive when you hesitate. Thinking about it this way, aren't we two invincible? When one hesitates, just listen to the other."
Lan Qi's inner voice seemed to want to wake her up,
"Maybe you feel that to some extent, the people who died today all died because of this choice. It's up to you. You will be sad and in pain, but it is not your fault!"
Lan Qi covered Thalia's cheeks with both hands tightly, making her eyes particularly stunned. She could only stare at the man in front of her.
"All faults committed by summoned objects should be borne by the summoner, so you don't have to worry or think about it, just go and defeat the enemy. All the sins are mine. You have done nothing wrong, Thalia."
Talia couldn't believe that Lan Qi would say such words to her one day.
"Why don't you have something to say and you will be sad and in pain..."
Her golden eyes gradually filled with water as she looked at Lan Qi. She knew that Lan Qi actually cared more about Christina and the Baptiste family than she did.
But what changed was the determination after the waves dissipated.
"I understand."
The moment Thalia's words fell, the space rift was once again placed around Pearlman, which was a signal that the murderous intent was determined.
She and Lan Qi may never be able to be of the same mind.
But when you are confused and the other person is decisive, you can give your body and mind to the other person.
There is no tacit understanding, which is the best tacit understanding between them.
"It's such a pity. It seems that you made a choice today that you will regret for the rest of your life."
Perlman, who was controlled by Beelzebub, laughed loudly even though he kept receiving new fatal injuries.
Since the enemy has chosen to fight him to the end, he will make the enemy lose everything as much as possible, and will never let Rocky McCarthy have an easy time!
the other side.
Parrieux Nord 4 arrondissement.
In the garden of Earl Baptiste's mansion, Beelzebub looked up to the sky and laughed, his laughter crazy and harsh, like a devil having a carnival.
"Rocky, you won, but you will never forget me. I will always leave the pain of sin in your heart."
He opened his arms and carried Christina around in the rain, announcing his pleasure to the whole world.
"Let me show you how to burn this girl's flesh and blood first, and then pull out the bones."
Then Beelzebub looked at the Baptiste family in the mansion. Not only Christina, but also the expressions of the Baptiste family at this moment. They were also excellent wines that could be given to Rocky. McCarthy.
"Stop……!!"
Inoan ignored his injuries and wanted to fight back against Beelzebub.
"Don't worry, don't you think the sound is pleasant?"
Beelzebub mocked, and stepped heavily on Inoan's head.
"How about it? You don't seem to feel any pain. Do you feel any touch at this moment? If not, how about I let her scream a little nicer?"
His hands gently twisted, causing Christina's spine to make a subtle and rhythmic cracking sound, causing her to once again make a sound mixed with whimpering and screaming, which was already on the verge of death.
The closer someone is to Rocky McCarthy, the more time he should spend torturing them and causing them pain and guilt.
"..."
Inoan lay on the muddy grass, clutching the dirt desperately.
Pain was a concept she had never been able to understand in her life.
She once thought she would never understand what pain meant in her life.
But now, she finally understands that this kind of pain is why she would rather bear the hellish torture for Christina. The pain does not require physical trauma, the cutting out of the softest part of the soul is enough. , not only a brief moment of discomfort, but also Lingchi became increasingly painful.
She always felt that this voice was familiar.
She seemed to have heard it countless times.
But she couldn't figure out where she had heard it before and why it was so familiar to her.
"Inoan..."
"Oh? I don't know if you can hear me, but she is still asking you for help."
Beelzebub put his other hand on his ear and tilted his head, listening to Christina's weak voice.
"Run away..."
Christina's voice became smaller and smaller.
"..."
The rain mixed with tears rolled down Ino'an's cheeks, dripping into the puddles where the flowers were withered, stirring up circles of imperceptible ripples, and she was faintly reflected on the dark water with floating petals. That shadow as red as blood.
As Christina's voice was about to disappear, Inoan's pupils continued to shrink.
This moment is very short, yet seems very long.
"Why is it so familiar to me?"
The corners of Inoan's mouth trembled slightly.
The world seemed to stand still.
The rain is still falling, but the raindrops seem to have lost their weight. The wind is still blowing, but the sound of the wind seems to have lost its direction.
All sounds are silent.
Flames, blood, scorched corpses, wailing...
Everything seems to be happening again yesterday.
Suddenly, her mind went blank.
Her consciousness kept moving back and forth until she fell, as if her whole body was sinking into the water. In the crimson ocean that was about to suffocate her, she was surrounded by fragments of her fragmented memories.
Until she came to her senses again, it was no longer a rainy night, nor was it the courtyard of Baptiste's house, but a dark river bank.
She seemed to see herself next to a pool of blood.
She was standing on one side in a pure white maid outfit, while on the other side of the river, a red-haired woman in black robe was standing there and smiling at her.
The red-haired woman opened her mouth slightly, but no sound came out.
But these words echoed in Inoan’s ears——
Because you are exactly the same villain.
Have you forgotten the people you killed?
Don’t they also make such sounds before they die?
"..."
Inoan, who was lying on the ground with empty eyes, gradually focused and became crazy.