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However, they did not advance deep into the heart of the territory with overwhelming force, nor did they clash with the armies of the extraordinary creatures.

All that could be seen was death everywhere.

Most of those deaths were among the enemy's, but a significant portion were among our own.

That was the death of a fellow countryman.

Filthy blood, rotting corpses, decaying bones... the list goes on and on.

Die! ...

The deeper one goes, the more shocking the deaths become.

This is only what she can see; how many deaths are happening beyond her sight?

Even in this vicinity...

With a vacant gaze, Eberron spotted a dark object in the distance, and his eyes widened.

That is……

"vomit……"

Eberlen felt nauseous, but there was nothing left in her stomach for her to vomit.

While helping to treat the wounded, no, even before that, she had already vomited several times, emptying her stomach of all the food.

Now all that's left in my stomach is churning acid; I want to vomit but I can't.

With his right hand pressed tightly against his chest, Eberron suppressed the urge to vomit and used his remaining willpower to look away from the body parts that had been there for who knows how long.

She turned her head away, and it took her a long time to recover. Filled with anger and even more confusion, she muttered to herself:

"You're a real pervert for bringing me to a place like this."

Grand Duke Hanci, you...

"...What exactly do you want me to witness?"

Witness their deaths and your own powerlessness?

Do you really want me to understand just how crazy your decision is?

Are you trying to scare me into backing down?

Just as Eberron was lost in confusion, a weak voice suddenly broke the silence:

"Ahem... Ma'am, is it something you find unacceptable?"

Eberlen: !

Suddenly, a weak voice made Eberron, who had been silent for a long time, raise his head and look in the direction of the speaker.

Behind Andrew, Cole, who had been critically injured and unconscious, woke up and gave Eberron a strained, less-than-handsome smile.

他说:

"Regarding our deaths?"

Chapter 410 Please Don't Mourn for Me Without My Own Will (First Update)

"Are you having some difficulty accepting our deaths?"

Having regained consciousness, Cole used the last of his strength to straighten his neck and looked at the dejected Eberlen, asking:

"Do you think we're just throwing our lives away? Or, uh... ma'am?"

Unacceptable?

Eberlen did not reply, but the light in her eyes gradually gathered.

Unacceptable?

After seeing all this, you're telling me I have to accept it?

Accept their deaths?

you tell me……

"……accept?"

His voice was a little hoarse, and Eberron gradually exuded a more human aura.

She regained consciousness, but her heart was not at peace; instead, it was filled with anger.

"Faced with this meaningless death, tell me... who can accept it?"

Who will bear the consequences of this outcome?

Who should bear the responsibility for all of this?

Eberlen wanted to glare at him, but in the end she didn't.

"Does that mean everyone has to... no, I shouldn't say that, please forget about it."

Because Eberron suddenly remembered that the man in front of him was just one of tens of thousands of victims, and he shouldn't have to endure such questioning.

Seeing Eberron's momentum vanish just as quickly, Cole sighed knowingly, as if he had anticipated this reaction, and remarked:

"Just as I thought, you and... Hey hey hey! Wait a minute, buddy, I'm not going to die yet! No!"

Just as he was about to speak, Cole's expression changed, and he moved his body with difficulty.

Cole narrowly dodged Andrew's hidden counterattack, caught his breath, coughed twice, and said:

"Cough cough cough, wait a minute! Give me the anesthetic injection later! Before that... I think I need to make something clear to this lady."

Andrew was surprised to find his actions discovered and turned around to look at himself.

How did you manage to do that with such severe injuries?

is it possible?

"Is it strange? I was lying on your back, and the muscles in your back told me everything."

What Andrew found incomprehensible was actually nothing unusual for this outlaw who had faced death many times.

It's just an instinct that you develop through hard work to survive.

With a smug smile, Cole's expression showed no sign that he was a seriously injured soldier.

"Ah, none of that matters. What matters is... young man, can you let me finish what I have to say? It's important for both her and me."

Andrew hesitated after glancing at Cole's eyes, which were smiling but were actually bloodshot.

Cole isn't in as good a condition as he's portrayed; he's just putting on a brave face.

Andrew knew what such a request meant, and he understood even more clearly that if he missed this opportunity, then...

"please."

Andrew was still hesitant, but upon hearing those weak words that contained a plea, he fell silent.

He clenched and unclenched his right hand, and finally silently put away the sedative he had originally intended to inject into Cole's body.

This was Cole's own choice, and it was his right; no one else had the right to take it away from him.

He is a soldier, and all I can do is respect his choice.

"……Um."

Hearing Andrew's soft nasal tone and feeling his relaxed muscles, the strong and composed Cole also breathed a sigh of relief and whispered in his ear:

"Thanks, bro."

Brother?

Yes, even though the two had never met before and didn't even know each other's names, their identities destined them to stand on the same side.

They are comrades-in-arms and brothers.

Cole straightened up, smiled at Eberron, and then spoke easily:

"You're asking who can accept it? Me? I can accept it."

Can you accept that?

Upon hearing this, Eberron narrowed his eyes and said with some disbelief:

"……What did you say?"

You've already been treated like this, so why can you still accept it?

“You heard me right, I’m not crazy, I can definitely accept it, and not just me, my brothers can accept it too.”

With a sigh, Cole said: