You don't even want to call me godfather

But An Shibai kept staring at the screen of his mobile phone and ignored Abraham. He seemed to have gone crazy.

"Or you can go and help the people behind you move the machine gun turrets. They are essential for the next battle."

Seeing that he had no intention of taking the walkie-talkie, Abraham put the walkie-talkie back into his pocket and continued.

But An Shibai continued to look at the screen of the device in his hand without any reaction.

Now, even Abraham felt a little annoyed, and he snatched the phone from his hand.

But the interface on the screen was a chat interface, and the other party was Azazel, with a gray avatar.

But while Abraham was distracted, An Shibai immediately snatched the phone back. The moment Abraham snatched the phone, he canceled the signal. He pressed the send button again, and only breathed a sigh of relief when the circle in the middle of the screen lit up.

"What is that?" Abraham frowned and asked, "Why do you still have the time to do this?"

The circles on the screen kept spinning, just like their current situation. Before finding Koshe, they could only draw a circle on the ground and passively defend.

An Shibai smiled and explained, "Although I like to slack off and often chat with others, there are actually not many people who will reply to me. However, Asa is always the first one to reply to me, without exception. I thought, what if it is the same this time? What if the message is really sent? What if... Asa really replies to me? At least there is some hope. The atmosphere here is too depressing right now, Abraham."

"Anshibai..."

"Logically, we shouldn't be so sentimental. As long as we are human, once we have ties, we will become weak. I think you should agree with this more than I do, Abraham?"

Yes.

How many years have passed without me noticing?

Abrhan thought of that peaceful time, when even the Shakota and the Fallen Angels could coexist.

He recalled the time when he had followed Koshei to Syracuse.

Dark clouds gathered in the sky and raindrops fell.

The rain restricted their vision, and those sea creatures had special ways to avoid detection by thermal imaging.

They are creatures that exist simply to destroy humans.

Abrhan held the intercom in his hand, and from time to time tried to dial the channel of Azazel and others in Ratlan.

But no response was received.

Suddenly, Abraham's intercom received a request for conversation.

He connected the channel, and unexpectedly, the person who connected to the channel of Abrhan's team was Mostima.

"Abrakhan, did you encounter any enemies over there?"

The moment the conversation was connected, Mostima's voice came over.

"This is Abraham's team. We are doing well at the moment," Abraham replied into the intercom. "Since we separated from the other teams, we have encountered three groups of sea urchins, ranging in number from 4 to 10 each."

"It seems that a skirmish has already occurred on your side."

"Well, it seems that other teams have also encountered the enemy?" Abraham said after a brief analysis. "We are now stationed in an abandoned mobile city about eight miles away from Syracuse. We cannot tell the location and number of the enemy, so we can only set up camp on the spot and raise the alert."

Mostima on the other end of the line knew what Abrhan meant. After spending so much time together, her understanding of these people was second only to her own brother Azazel.

"I will try to assemble a team to rescue you."

She said so.

"Not for now, Mostima," Abrhan glanced at An Shibai and asked, "By the way, how are things going over there? I can't access Azazel's channel for now. I tried to send a signal to Syracuse, but I haven't received a response."

"..."

There was silence on the other end of the channel for a moment, and then Mostima spoke up, "Koshei... Ouya's team is doing their best to search for Koshei's location. There is no one alive who is more proficient in wilderness warfare than them."

"I understand. Before we get any news from Koshei, we will stay in the city and be ready to provide support at any time. After Ou Ya's team gets the intelligence, they can just send us Koshei's coordinates."

"I will, Abrakhan, and I wish you good luck."

"Good luck to you too."

The call was disconnected, and Abraham hung the walkie-talkie back on his waist thoughtfully.

"Abrakhan, where are we now?"

"Now we can only trust that guy from Mostima."

Abraham said this while looking at the gray sky.

Extra IF: The Storm (V)

There is no hometown in the world, it’s just because there are foreign places.

There is no longing in the world, it is only because of separation.

The original home had been destroyed by a natural disaster, and now, perhaps the team in Mount Kenai could be considered a temporary "home".

"How long ago was your leg injured?"

At this time, Kenaishan was half-squatting beside Koshe, rolling up his trouser legs and looking at the deep scars on his calves that were visible to the bone.

"About... a day ago?"

How much time had passed? He didn't know.

After being attacked by Kaiji at the wreckage of Rhodes Island, he has been staying by Lappland's side and has never left.

Time passes and never stops. It is so fair and never gives anyone an extra second.

"It doesn't look like the situation could get worse in one day," Kenaishan frowned. He turned around and shouted to the others in the team, "Who has alcohol and bandages? Send another doctor!"

After a while, a man dressed as a doctor hurriedly ran out of the team and ran to the two of them.

"Speranza?" Koshei was supported by Kenaishan. When he saw the face of the person who came, he couldn't help but feel shocked. "You are not dead? Then Ludwig and the others..."

Speranza paused, lowered her head slightly, and did not dare to meet Koshe's gaze.

"The captain and the others...are all dead, and I am still alive alone," she said, blaming herself as she searched for bandages and medicine in the medical box. "There are no more bandages."

At this moment, a hand patted Speranzha's shoulder. She raised her head and saw a roll of bandages in front of her.

"Use it sparingly, this is the last roll." The woman was an Elafia. She held a crossbow in one hand and handed the bandage to Speranzha with the other. "Your old habit will come in handy, since that person is quite important to you."

"Ah, thank you, Miss Woods Ranger."

Speranza nodded repeatedly in thanks. She took the bandage, tore off the front end, and prepared to apply medicine to Koshe's calf.

But Koshei suddenly reached out and stopped her.

"What are you doing, Koshe?"

Kenaishan was puzzled when he saw this.

"How many infected people are there in your team?"

But what was unexpected was that Koshe suddenly asked such a question.

"About 40 percent."

Kenaishan glanced back at everyone and immediately responded.

"That means 60% of the people are not infected." With the help of Kenaishan, Koshe sat up and looked at Speranza. "I remember that you once injected your own blood into Destiny's body, right? If you did that, would it put a burden on your own body?"

"No, it won't. If it's just that little amount of blood..." Speranza answered subconsciously, but she suddenly understood what Koshe meant. She raised her head and looked at him in disbelief, "Wait, you mean..."

"Just like you did to Destiny, use blood." Koshe stretched out his arm and showed the Originium crystal on his wrist to Speranza. "Now, I am also infected. If only infected people can use this treatment method, then the bandage is undoubtedly more important to the remaining 60% of non-infected people."

"Koshe...you," Kenaishan, who was listening to his speech, couldn't help but pat him on the back, "Very good, I was right about you."

"But... even if you use my blood, the consequences may be different due to individual differences." Speranza was still a little worried about this. "Destiny did not have any adverse reactions, except for becoming infected, but there is no guarantee that you will be safe after the injection."

"But now, is there any better way?" Koshe smiled and urged, "Don't hesitate, I'm almost dying of pain."

"……I see."

Upon hearing this, Speranza put the medicine and bandages into the medical box, then took out a syringe, drew a few milliliters of her own blood, and injected it into the wound on Koshe's calf.

"Um--"

Koshe groaned, and the blood demon's blood, carrying Speranzha's Originium skills, wreaked havoc in his body.

Although the wound was indeed recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, the side effect of pain still made Koshe suffer a little.

I don’t know how long it took, but the wound was completely healed.

Koshe also released the breath he had been holding and took a few deep breaths.

"How is it? Are there any adverse reactions?" Kenaishan asked quickly, "Don't be stubborn. We can't let anything go wrong in this situation."

"No, don't worry... I'm fine." Koshei eased the impact of the blood demon's blood, and with the help of Kenaishan, he stood up. "Look, there's no problem now. There's no problem walking either--"

Suddenly, his words paused.

"Koshei?"

Kenaishan noticed something was wrong and wanted to turn Koshei's body to see what was going on, but the other party suddenly shook off his hand.

Something in his stomach was churning, and Koshei quickly covered his mouth with his hands.

A transparent liquid kept oozing out from between his fingers; it was his saliva.

Koshe kept backing away, trying to get away from Mount Kenai and Speranza. Looking at the people gathered around him and their exposed skin, his pupils trembled violently like an earthquake.

His skin gradually turned pale, and the blue veins under his skin bulged out, looking so hideous, and his eyes gradually began to stagnate, quickly blurring his vision.

Finally, perhaps this kind of endurance had reached its limit, Koshei felt his consciousness becoming increasingly blurred, and as he watched the Kenai Mountains running towards him, his eyes went dark and he completely lost consciousness.

Blood Demon, a special kind of Sarkaz.

Their lives depend on human blood, and only on human blood.

As a blood demon, Speranza never thought that she had saved so many people with her blood so far, but Koshe was the first person to have such a reaction.

Is it assimilation? Or is it the transformation of racial characteristics?

No, she didn't know either. Looking at Koshe's appearance just now, his pale skin and the uncontrollable secretion of saliva, there was no doubt that it was a manifestation of the blood demon's extreme thirst for blood.

But she didn't understand why Koshe's body would react like this to the blood demon's blood, as if the blood demon's characteristics were extracted separately and applied to him, or maybe something else.

But she understood only one thing, that there was only one way to resolve Koshe's current situation.

Thinking of this, Speranza looked at the panicked Kenaishan and raised her arms above Koshe's face.

As the blade slashed across, a distinct wound appeared on her arm, and the oozing blood dripped into Koshe's mouth, moistening his cracked lips.

"Gudong."

Extra Volume Holiday Special

"Red! Don't run around in the house!"

In the mansion, a red shadow quickly shuttled upstairs and downstairs.

Koshe chased after the shadow, and finally at the corner of the stairs, he quickly reached out and grabbed Hong's hood.

Hong was forced to stop, and because of inertia, her limbs even stretched forward a short distance before being pulled back.

Koshe grabbed her hood and lifted up the small Red. The little Red's body swayed in the air, as if she had no awareness of having made a mistake.

"How many times have I told you, Hong, there's only so much space at home. What if you bump into something while running like this?"

While scolding Xiao Xiaohong, Koshe lifted her up so that she could look at him.

"Well, Hong, I get it," Xiao Xiaohong said with a look of grievance on her face when facing Koshe's accusation, "Koshe, you're so fierce."

For a moment, the words Koshei wanted to say were stuck in his throat.

"Dong dong dong."

At this moment, there was a sudden knock on the door outside the mansion. Koshe sighed and put Hong down again.

But as soon as Xiao Xiaohong landed on the ground, the grievance on her face disappeared instantly. Taking advantage of someone knocking on the door, she turned into a shadow and rushed towards the door.

"babble!"