Diablo Destruction

"Old Mu, I have worked hard for you all these years."

At some point, the great elder came over and gently patted the shoulder of the dwarf king who was kneeling in the pit with tears streaming down his face and said.

Perhaps Muradin's behavior of giving up his talents and talents and taking on responsibilities is often seen in the human world, but for a dwarf, it is rare. This alone is enough to make people feel guilty. admire.

"No way, there is always no best of both worlds in this world."

Muradin wiped away his tears, and more and more dwarf warriors came over. He could not cry, he must maintain the most basic dignity of the king.

"What should we do with this huge door?"

I stared blankly up at the blood-red gate of hell that stood in front of me, a thousand meters high, and felt deeply how insignificant I was.

"It should be Aenaris who forcibly fused the last few Hell Gates together. As long as it is destroyed, this war will be over." The Great Elder stared at the Hell Gates and said.

"Yeah, it's over, it's finally over."

Muradin muttered absently, but how many things were lost forever in this war? A war may never end, and the pain it brings will remain in our hearts forever.

Just when I wanted to step into the gate of hell, destroy the magic circle inside, and grab another rough gemstone, the whole world suddenly began to shake.

"How is this going?"

I barely managed to stand firm on the undulating ground, and looked at the great elder who was watching with doubtful eyes. I felt that the whole world was shaking.

"No, the Gate of Hell has changed."

The great elder's expression suddenly changed, he pointed at the huge gate of hell and shouted, looking along his hand. The huge blood-red vortex in front of me was undulating and twisting like a wave, as if it would break at any time.

"Get out of here first."

The Great Elder made a decision immediately, helped Muradin, who was in a weak state due to the use of transformation, and led a large group of dwarf warriors away, stumbling and rolling in the strong earthquake, without caring about his own image.

After finally running more than ten kilometers away, I felt that the vibrations on the ground were weakening. We just stopped and looked back at the gates of hell.

At this time, the Gate of Hell was already more distorted than before, just like the shadow that was originally reflected on the calm water, and suddenly the water surface set off a big wave, twisting, scattering, merging, and dissolving. It's changing every moment, and it can no longer be seen as a whirlpool-shaped gate to hell.

"Probably because Anarres forcibly fused several Hell Gates, which were already unstable, and then mutated due to interference from the energy of the dwarf energy cannon. Now that there is no suppression from Anarres, it began to fall apart. ."

The great elder stared at the ever-changing gate of hell and made a calm judgment.

"Then what will happen in the end?"

Enares, the designer of the magic circle, is dead, so the Great Elder is the most familiar with the situation at hand.

"There are two results. One is to split back into the original Hell Gate, and the other is to cause a big explosion and the entire Hell Gate to disappear completely."

The Great Elder's eyes never left the collapsed Hell Gate for a moment, and he spoke unhurriedly. It could be heard from his tone that the second result was undoubtedly the most reassuring.

Explode, explode, it's over. I watched the changes at the Gate of Hell intently, thinking silently in my heart.

At this moment, the Gate of Hell changed greatly. Like ice cubes melting into water, it slowly dissolved and became limp. It suddenly burst out with a violent red light, turned into several rays of red light, and rushed straight into the God's Punishment Mountain Range. Go in the direction.

"Not good. It's still divided." The great elder's expression changed. He shook his head and sighed.

"But these gates to hell are not supported by magic circles, so they shouldn't last long."

"It shouldn't just happen to fall into your village." I looked at the direction in which several red lights went away. asked worriedly.

"Looking at their height and speed, they shouldn't fall on our heads. Then..." The great elder looked at me hesitantly.

"It may fall to the other side of the Plains of Despair, which is near your demon fortress."

Holy shit! !

"Don't worry, it's impossible for me to just happen to fall into your Demon Fortress. Although the defense capability of Demon Fortress is not as good as our Dwarf King's City, it is absolutely no problem to deal with a few monsters from the Gate of Hell. .”

Seeing the anxious look on my face, the great elder couldn't help but comforted me.

"That's true, but... Great Elder, things here are over. Please allow me to go back to the Demon Fortress first."

After saying that, without waiting for his answer, he turned around and left.

When the figures of the Great Elder and others disappeared behind me, I transformed into a deer spirit and rushed towards the demon fortress. After running for a whole day, I finally entered the adventurer training area. Without hesitation, I canceled the transformation. He turned around, pulled open the scroll to return to the city, and his figure had disappeared into the vast plain of despair.

After coming out of the teleportation station, I immediately looked at the faces of the mages and guards near the teleportation station. I was relieved when I found that there was nothing unusual.

I just took a look at it without looking carefully, but now I looked again and realized that the mage in charge of the teleportation station was still the unlucky mage. When he saw my eyes looking at him, bitterness almost appeared on his face.

"What a coincidence, why is it you again?" I greeted the other party politely.

"Yes, it is my honor to meet you again, sir." The unfortunate mage bowed humbly, and secretly added two words at the end of his words - How strange!

I don't know what the mage who has learned the skill of complaining and now has a skill level of 1 due to his own reasons is thinking in his heart. He looked around at the peaceful surroundings and asked.

"By the way, has anything happened these days?"

"If you ask this, sir, something did indeed happen. I heard that during yesterday's hunting activity, several red gates suddenly appeared deep in the suburban prairie, and a large number of monsters poured out, almost overwhelming the adventurers' defense line. However, Thanks to the efforts of several adults, most of the people retreated back to the Demon Fortress, and it is said that four or five adventurers died."

The mage looked at me carefully. He knew my identity. Four or five adventurers had died. This was a common occurrence in Rogge Camp, but in the Demon Fortress, it was no longer a trivial matter.

The mage felt that his narrative was too bland, but because they belonged to different systems, the sacrifices of four or five adventurers did not touch his emotions too much.

"Okay, so how are those monsters doing now?"

I sighed slightly. Although the Gate of Hell did not appear in the Demon Fortress, it was just in time for the hunting activity. How should I describe it, misfortune among the luck? Lucky in the unlucky?

"Those monsters are still surrounding the fortress, but mages and Amazons are slowly cleaning them up. I heard that the monsters have also begun to split within themselves and start killing each other. I think everything will be fine soon."

Seeing that I didn't pursue the matter, the mage breathed a sigh of relief. He responded quickly.

"Well, that's it. Thank you for your hard work." I patted the mage on the shoulder, and then quickly ran towards the fortress gate.

Looking down from the Demon Fortress, there are indeed tens of thousands of monsters firmly blocking the dangerous stone stairs leading to the suburban prairie. The mages and Amazons standing next to me are leisurely and continuously blocking the steps. Shooting magic and arrows downward is just like gaining experience. And monsters can also see scenes of fighting with each other from time to time.

"Gerson, Gerson, where's that guy Oscar? There's no reason why he shouldn't join in on this excitement."

I looked around, but there was no sign of Oscar. I thought that the mage had said that four or five adventurers had died. My heart tightened. The secret passage couldn't be such a coincidence, so he quickly asked a familiar mage next to him.

"Brother Wu. When did you come back? Ask Boss Oscar? He doesn't seem to be in a good mood. He's staying at Bloody Mary's place now."

Standing outside the fortress wall at an altitude of several thousand meters, a strong wind was blowing, and the mage had to raise his voice and speak loudly.

It turned out to be like this. I felt a little relieved, but I also wondered that Oscar, a wild monkey, would also be in a bad mood. Could it be that he was infected by Muradin and fell into a low ebb in life?

Seeing that there wouldn't be any big surprises here, I turned back and ran in the direction of Bloody Mary. I opened the door of the bar, and a dark and decadent atmosphere rushed towards me. Looking inside, there were not many adventurers, and they were all alone in twos and threes. For fun, it was much quieter than usual.

After walking around the whole bar, I finally saw Oscar's back in a corner. He was lying on the table, holding a glass of ale at an angle in his hand. The golden liquid flowed from the mouth of the glass, filling it up. The tabletop also soaked his chest and face lying on the table.

He looked like a drunkard who was drunk to the point of unconsciousness. It seemed that this low point in life was not an ordinary low point in life.

"I said, Brother Oscar, what's wrong with you? Just say something if you're not dead."

I sat across from him and pushed Oscar funny. Then he slowly raised his head, and his face surprised me. There was already some stubble on the chin of his usually smooth head, and although his cheeks were not thin, they were a little shaggy. Qing, especially those eyes, had no luster, like a person who had lost the power of life.

Even though I deceived him into drinking two bottles of energy potion last time, he only looked haggard physically, but his spirit was still very good, like a wild monkey, but this time, he was obviously haggard mentally.

"I said, brother, what's wrong with you?" Seeing this, I stopped the smile on my face and asked seriously.

Oscar raised his dim and turbid eyes and glanced at me. He seemed to have thought of something and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes. However, he still lowered his head and hesitated for a long time before he uttered a sentence.

"Rhode, he is dead..."

"What?!"

I didn't understand myself. I didn't hear what Oscar said clearly, or I didn't realize what Oscar meant. I stupidly repeated the question, and the expression on my face suddenly stiffened.

"Rhode..."

My brain was a little swollen, and I stammered, but I couldn't say the last two words.

Oscar nodded sadly and poured the almost liquid ale in the cup in one gulp. But he drank too fast and choked his throat. He leaned over and coughed loudly. That way, he was as dejected as he could be.

"How is this possible?"

I held my head and murmured in disbelief. I couldn't help but recall that thin, sad figure who was always surrounded by children. And his skeleton wife standing silently next to him.

Although Rod and I only met a few times, there was no doubt that he left a deep impression on me. This was the first time that such a familiar person disappeared from my side, and I couldn't help but maintain my normalcy.

"With his character, he shouldn't be able to participate in hunting activities. How could he die?"

I'm still a little in disbelief. I hope Oscar is just unfounded worries, Rhodes, he should not participate in hunting activities. How could a powerful necromancer die for no reason?

"During the hunting activity yesterday, several Hell Gates appeared, and many monsters poured out from them. Our defense line could not be contained at once, and there were many civilian children behind us. Rhodes retreated in order to protect those children... "

After speaking in a tearful tone, Oscar's iron-clad manly tears flowed down from his red eyes. He picked up the wine glass in his hand and poured it into his mouth, regardless of the fact that there was no more wine left in it.

"Waiter, waiter, bring the wine!!"

He slapped the table so hard that it made a clanking sound. There were cracks on the several-inch-thick hardwood table, which caused the adventurers in the distance to look sideways. When they saw it was Oscar, they quickly turned around and clicked their tongues.

The pretty waitress, with a look of fear and uneasiness, put a large glass of ale on the table, and then flew away like a crazy adventurer. In the eyes of these weak civilians. Not much safer than a tiger.

For a long time, the entire remote corner. The only sound left was Oscar's gulping down ale, and the atmosphere fell into a sad silence.

"Yes... By the way, where is his wife?"

I added bitterness to my lips and finally wriggled my lips to ask, but I knew that I had asked nonsense again. As the summoner, Rhodes was dead, so how could his skeleton wife be immortal?

Unexpectedly, it was just a question that did not need to be answered. As if a switch was turned on, Oscar, who was pouring the ale into his mouth, was shocked. The tilted cup stayed at the corner of his mouth, and the ale was poured into his mouth. He didn't notice it at all.

"I'm sorry for Rod, I'm sorry for Stibello, I'm sorry for them."

Without warning, large strings of tears flowed out of Oscar's red eyes. Suddenly, like crazy, he swept away everything on the table, hugged his head and banged the table as hard as he could.

Oscar, indeed, has something to do with Rhodes, and even his wife Stibello. I sighed secretly in my heart, and made a gesture to the other adventurers in the bar. They nodded in understanding, and joined the other frightened ones. The waiter left together,

Which adventurer has not had a sad past, and which adventurer has not shed tears of pain, life, separation, and death. They have experienced too much, so they have responsibilities in their hearts, so they go wild.

After a while, Oscar and I were the only two people in the whole bar. Even if Oscar demolished the whole bar, there wouldn't be any big problem.

Fortunately, Oscar was still strong. He only went crazy for a while and disrupted several tables and chairs around him. Then he stopped and sat slumped on the ground, murmuring with absent-minded eyes.

"Brother, if you don't mind, how about you tell me a little bit about it?"

Seeing Oscar quiet down, I sat down opposite him, crossed my legs and asked, he needed a way to vent, I thought, he would be willing to tell me something.

Sure enough, Oscar murmured and raised his head, his eyes regained some consciousness, but his tall and strong body was hanging lifelessly, looking indescribably pale and weak.

"Rhodes and I met in the training camp and were already good friends." He began to murmur, his eyes revealing the emptiness of reminiscing.

"At that time, we had made an appointment with a few close friends. After we were promoted, we would form an adventuring team to stab Barr..."

Oscar suddenly held his head again and shook it in pain. He said intermittently.

"Rhode got married a few years ago. His wife, Stibello, is a very nice girl. She often makes delicious food for us. We are all envious of this guy Rod for marrying such a good man. wife...

Stibello was pregnant with Rod's child. One day, her father in the small village of Ziege fell ill. Stibello wanted to go back for a visit. Rhodes had important courses at the training camp at the time, so he asked me to take Stibello there, but then...

Later, on the way, we encountered a few hard-skinned rats. I had not yet changed my profession at that time, and I had no problem dealing with a hard-skinned rat. But five of them appeared at the same time, and there was Stibelo next to me, so I immediately picked up Stibello and ran back to Rogge's camp. I thought I was safe. I put down Stibello, but she fell down directly with a long thorn stuck in her chest. She was eight months pregnant..."

Oscar burst into tears. Amidst the choked words, he let out painful howls from time to time, and his entire upper body lay weakly on the ground.

"I hate it so much. Five tough-skinned mice, just five tough-skinned mice. Now I can kill them with just one finger, but they have caused us a lifetime of pain. Every night I dream of Stibello's warm Blood. The feeling stuck on my back. I'm sorry for Rhodes. I didn't keep my promise to protect Stibello. If I had chosen to let Stibello run first and drag five tough-skinned mice by myself, all this would not have been possible. It's going to happen."

Sitting cross-legged on the ground, I was stunned for a while. Then he patted Oscar, who was lying on the ground and howling.

"Dude. Don't be sad. It's not entirely your fault. If I had to choose, I would have made the same choice as you."

With Oscar's strength before he was promoted at that time, it was undoubtedly the best choice to escape with Stibello. If Stibello was allowed to run alone, he would drag the tough-skinned mouse. The tough-skinned mouse was a long-range attack. How can a barbarian who has not changed professions delay time? I am afraid that it will not take a moment to be shot into a honeycomb, leaving a woman who is eight months pregnant in the wilderness, and most likely she will not even know how she died.

However, maybe Oscar was not entirely at fault. If he had been calmer at that time, thought of the danger of carrying Stibbe on his back, and held her in front instead, maybe nothing would have happened.

But who knows when the needle pierced Stibello's chest? Perhaps it was the moment Oscar turned around and left with Stibello in his arms. At that time, it was already too late whether he was carrying her or hugging her. If he was hugging her, he would only know her death one step ahead of time.

Many things cannot be explained clearly. We can only say that it is God's will.

If I were Rhodes and Stibello was Vilas, I might... no, I would definitely make a crazy choice and die together with Oscar. Rhodes' love for Stibello is no more than my love for Vilas. How much less love, but he did not do this, which is enough to prove the friendship between two people, as well as his heart and will.

I can already make a rough guess about what happened next. Stibello was probably still breathing. She met Rhodes who came over for the last time. She comforted Rhodes by stroking the fetus in her belly and said, What Germany said to me that day.

——Rhode, dear, don’t be sad. Look, all the children here, all the children on this continent, are our children. We are happy. You must treat them well and protect them...

These words directly caused what Rhodes did now, and the moment the defense line broke through, he stepped forward to protect the children there.

Although Rhodes did not fight against Oscar, how could he possibly forgive him? After that, the two good friends became strangers. Oscar felt guilty, so he kept avoiding him. As a result, Rhodes switched from wizard to necromancer, and finally "resurrected" Stibello...

"Brother, if I were Rhodes, I wouldn't forgive you, but listen to me, it's really not your fault. No matter who it was, they would have made the same choice as you at the time. It was this damn fate. , just playing with us."

My words had no effect. Oscar continued to pound the ground with his fists. The bar floor, which was paved with solid and smooth hardwood, was completely shattered, and blood flowed from his fingers.

"However, God gave me another chance, but I still failed to protect Stibello and Rhodes. I could only watch the two of them fall in front of me. There is no such thing as a person like me. Qualified to be a human being, trash, coward, bastard..."

As he spoke, Oscar suddenly hit his head like crazy, exerting all his strength with every punch, making a banging sound. If he was allowed to continue like this, he would end up with a third-level brain retardation unless he was beaten to death.

"Calm down, man, tell me what's going on first?"

I quickly tightened my grip on his hand. Damn, barbarians are so strong.

Oscar raised his face from the ground, tears stained with the dust on the floor. It flowed from his colorless pupils and mixed with the snot on his nose, making his whole face wet.

He in turn grabbed my hand tightly, shook it as hard as he could, and shouted loudly.

"Did you know? Did you know? Stibello is actually still alive. Her soul has been silently guarding Rhodes!!"

He seemed to have found an outlet and poured out what happened yesterday.

As usual, there are still many adventurers participating in the unique hunting activities of the Demonic Fortress. Those children also stood on the defensive line as usual, watching the ugly monsters rushing towards them without changing their expressions, talking loudly about what kind of career they would become in the future.

However, at the most intense moment of the hunting activity, hell descended. Behind the distant monster army, several blood-red and ferocious mouths suddenly opened. A large number of monsters poured out from it. The adventurer was only stunned for a moment before he was swallowed up by the number of monsters that increased several times. Among them were many high-level long-range monsters such as the Destruction Knight, which can only be encountered in the City of God's Punishment area at least.

The solid defense line suddenly became precarious. Fortunately, the adventurers were all experienced people. They withstood the huge pressure while retreating, as long as they returned to the demon fortress. Even if there are hundreds of times more monsters. They were also unafraid.

However, they were able to evacuate safely. But those civilians living here can't, especially the few children who are still on the defensive line.

Rhodes appeared. He used the bone wall to buy some time and rescued the children. Then, standing on the high defense line, like a graceful music conductor, he used his skills like art. Controls all the monsters in that area.

Necromancers are inherently artists at manipulating the battlefield, and Rhodes made full use of this advantage. He was able to defend a large area with just one person, which almost stunned the adventurers who were busy retreating. Look, when did such a naughty necromancer appear in the Demon Fortress?

Oscar, who was not far away, saw that Rhodes was holding up an entire area by himself. He didn't care about the estranged relationship between the two people and quickly opened a bloody path and rushed forward to join him.

While using bone walls and various curse skills to control the battlefield, Rhodes glanced at the children who had been rescued by him and had stepped into the safe area out of the corner of his eyes, and couldn't help but smile.

That extremely gentle smile was like a father seeing that his child was safe and sound. The smile shown by the gloomy necromancer was more like the peonies blooming in the cold winter, which was touching.

Then, he didn't realize that hundreds of Destruction Knights were mixed among the Doom Knights and were quietly approaching him. Then, hundreds of magic bursts of brilliance enveloped him.

At this moment, Rhodes' face, illuminated by the radiance of magic, showed no trace of panic or fear. He still maintained a smile, his eyes showed a look of exhaustion and relief, and his lips murmured. If you know how to read lips, you will know what he said. if.

——I’m so tired. I’m here to see you, Stibello.

"No!!"

Oscar reached out and tried his best to grasp the distant figure. He was still more than a hundred meters away from Rhodes. This more than one hundred meters was the distance between life and death.

A scene that no one expected happened. Standing next to Rhodes, his wife Stibello - in fact, everyone knows that skeletons have no souls. Rhodes is just deceiving himself and others by doing this. Maybe even Rhodes De also thinks so.

However, this skeleton, which was considered soulless, suddenly moved on its own and stood in front of Rhodes. Hundreds of energy bullets landed on its fragile bones.

"Kala——"

Time seemed to be slowed down. A crystal skull bounced high with the explosion. In the air, under Rhode's dull eyes, it slowly turned over and fell into Rhode's hand.

Rhodes looked at the skull in his hand absentmindedly - his upper teeth biting his lower teeth. If flesh and blood were added, it might be an implicit smile with her lower lip biting gently. Rhodes clearly remembered that the beautiful Stibello always showed such a smile to him tenderly countless times.

His dry and absent-minded pupils suddenly became uncontrollably moist. At this moment, he understood. Stibello was not dead, she had been looking at him tenderly, making it ridiculous that she still thought from time to time that this skeleton was just deceiving herself.

He finally figured out a question that had been lingering in his mind for a long time. When Stibello was dying, she still left her last words with a gentle smile. Even with all her strength, she could only tremble. Pale lips. Even though Rhodes put his ear to her mouth, he couldn't hear what she had to say in the end. This has always been the biggest knot in Rhodes' heart.

Now, Rhodes finally heard it, and tears of regret fell from his face. It dripped onto Stibello's skull.

——Dear, I will...always protect you.

However, it's too late.

Suddenly, Rhodes suddenly held the skull in his arms. Roaring loudly, the howl was more miserable and desperate and angry than hell, even covering the sound of fighting on the battlefield, making all the monsters couldn't help but show a look of fear.

He looked at the monster at his feet with a ferocious expression, and his shriveled body suddenly expanded strangely like an irregular balloon.

The Necromancer's second-level skill, Corpse Explosion, uses the remaining life energy of the deceased to cause an explosion. The more vigorous the deceased's life before death, the more life energy will remain after death, and the more powerful the explosion will be.

It is a pity that no matter how much the necromancers study, they cannot improve the corpse explosion to detonate the body's life energy, because these life energies have owners and are not controlled by their skills. This is the problem across the necromancer. There is a huge barrier in front of the mage.

but. Although the research failed. But it did not prevent the crazy necromancer from studying to the other extreme. It turns out that other people's lives have masters. If you are not controlled by your own skills, then your life can always be controlled by yourself.

Therefore, the improvement of the famous necromancer's second-level corpse explosion skill - self-destruction, which was researched based on this, has become a terrifying existence. The trace of life energy left after death can make the corpse explode. Huge power, then, what kind of power can the Necromancer's abundant life energy bring out?

The adventurers of the Demon Fortress witnessed with their own eyes the power of the fifth-level necromancer's self-destruction today. Between heaven and earth, a huge shock wave centered on Rhodes and rushed in the direction of the monster. Wherever the shock wave passed, the monster was annihilated. The ground cracked, forming a huge chasm several hundred meters wide that extended deep into the prairie on the outskirts.

The adventurers within a kilometer around were also affected by the shock wave and were blown away one after another. This was because Rhodes consciously directed the power towards the monster in front, otherwise these adventurers would not just be blown away.

Later, according to the statistics of adventurers, this self-destruction alone wiped out tens of thousands of monsters. If not for this, the casualties of adventurers would definitely be more than four or five.

Rhodes was not completely dead. He only had the upper body from the chest up, half of his head was gone, and his left hand was gone. His right hand was still holding the skull tightly. However, with the strong vitality of the job transfer, especially the It was the Necromancer's understanding and research on life. He still retained his breath and was dragged back by Oscar who rushed forward again.

Then, only a few words were left.

"Oscar, I hate you so much. I hate why you failed to protect Stibello at that time. I hate you so much. I hate that Stibello was obviously by my side but refused to tell me. I hate you even more. I hate why I didn't wake up until now. come over……"

Oscar burst into tears and said the last words of Rhodes. The three words of hate seemed to contain the pain and anger of his life. It was so heavy that it made people unable to breathe, and it was so sad that tears fell involuntarily.

The pain that had been hidden in his heart for a long time was poured out. Although Oscar still looked lifeless, his eyes had a glimmer of light, and he no longer looked like he was about to stab his chest with a knife at any time.

"By the way, brother, before he died, he also asked me to give you something."

Just when I was about to leave, Oscar stopped me, handed a blood-stained red scarf to my hand, then lay on the ground as if relieved, and fell asleep. From yesterday until now, his heart has been filled with tears. After suffering so much, I am already too tired, too exhausted.

I held my scarf absently, and even the assassin Latin came out of the dark corner and patted my shoulder gratefully. He didn't notice it, and staggered away. I don't know how I walked back to the hotel, and then... When did I fall asleep, but when I woke up, there were two lines of clear tears on my face.

The next day, I came to Rod's grave. In an inconspicuous little corner, next to his memorial tablet, there was another small sign with the words "Stebelo" crookedly engraved on it. It should have come from Oscar's handiwork.

Sitting in front of his grave, I talked a lot more about Willas, the little ghost, and Sarah. I muttered to myself, and finally took out a small gold chain and carefully stroked the small crystal stone. , the words engraved on it have become blurry in my eyes.

I will...always protect you.

I don't know how long I maintained this posture, until a burst of footsteps interrupted my thoughts. When I looked up, I saw several children around ten years old.

When they saw me, they looked timid, but they still walked up slowly, trying their best to ignore my existence, kneeling in front of Rhodes' grave, and placed a bouquet that was slightly yellowed in their warm little hands on the grave. forward.

The bouquet is not pretty, but in the Demonic Fortress, it is harder and harder to find a flower than to find a piece of precious ore.

"Uncle Rhodes..."

Several children started to say something, but I suddenly interrupted them.

"Would you like to call him daddy?"

Several children looked at me in astonishment. The leader hesitated and nodded.

"Uncle Rod is better than dad. We all want to call him that, but we don't know if he is willing."

"He'd be happy to." I smiled.

Hearing what I said, several children's faces showed joy. They happily rearranged their postures, clasped their hands and prayed.

"Dad Rod, listen to me, what's going on lately..."

Rhodes, if your soul is still there, you should be very happy. Seeing the children leaving happily, I stood up, patted my butt, and stared at Rhodes' memorial tablet.

Then, he took out the red scarf, gently brought his and Stubelo's memorial tablets together, turned around and strode away.

Since then, that thin figure who often played with children on the street, that never-moving skeleton, disappeared forever, replaced by... the figure of a barbarian.