I ruined Tyra.

“Fight and survive.

You have to walk your own path.

Only by walking can there be a way.

I must die, I just don't know if it should be now.

What can our death change?

Perhaps only you can answer this question.”

"Captain!!!"

Faced with the shield guard's crying, the patriot did not lower his head, but continued to look at the flying snowflakes.

"Finally... my life... is over..."

The scarlet eyes gradually lost their luster.

Chapter 237 Cradle of Suffering (25) Prophecy

The patriots are mostly dead.

Kal'tsit has taken out the instrument and started collecting data after obtaining the consent of the shield guard. This is the last pure-blooded Wendigo on the land of Terra, and all the information is extremely precious.

The hooded Hellagur broke free from the guards, knelt on one knee in front of the Patriot, supported his leg with one elbow, and transformed again.

After becoming the medical operator Perfumer, Hellagur took out a bunch of white chrysanthemums from the purse that the Perfumer always carried with her. Among the operators currently deployed on Rhodes Island, only Perfumer, Breeze, and Hercules would carry flowers with them when performing combat missions.

He was just about to put Bai Ju at the Patriot's feet when he suddenly heard a familiar voice that could not possibly appear here.

"Dad, we're here to take you home."

Herag turned around in astonishment, only to see Froststar and two Wendigos standing together in the heavy snow and wind, waving at him, no, at the fallen Wendigo in front of him.

"Is it an illusion? When?"

Hellagur was about to pinch his thigh to confirm whether he had seen it wrongly, when he suddenly saw Amiya's sad face.

He immediately realized that this was not an illusion at all. It was clearly Amiya using her ability to weave a false illusion, and he was also caught in it because he was close to the Patriot.

When Hellagur reacted, he felt a surge of anger in his heart. He stood up and was about to scold Amiya to ask her to cancel the illusion, but the sense of crisis behind him made his heart palpitate.

“Who is…

Who caused me to see hallucinations? "

"Ah?" This was the dazed voice of Kal'tsit, who was collecting information about the Patriot but found that he, who was already on the verge of death, suddenly moved again.

"Huh? Why? Why did Mr. Patriot break free?"

Amiya subconsciously looked down at her hands. There shouldn't have been any problem when she cast the spell just now, right?

"Amiya! Stop it! This is an insult to a warrior!"

Hellagur shouted angrily at Amiya.

"What?! Amiya! You can't..."

Only then did Kal'tsit realize what her beloved daughter had done. She quickly turned around and tried to stop Amiya, but it was too late.

Bozhukas's originally distracted gaze lit up again, and his angry voice rang out.

“So, that’s it!

It's you! Carters! It's you!

It turns out that you are the heir.

Theresis, you lie. Your Highness, she has an heir.

You are! The Devil! "

After confirming Amiya's true identity, a sentence suddenly sounded on the game interface in front of Hellagur. It was exactly the prophecy that Warfarin said to Kal'tsit before leaving.

"The Sarkaz traitors and those who are dishonorable at the end of their bloodline will be executed by the Sarkaz monarch."

Herag finally realized that the last pure-blooded Wendigo had voluntarily left Kazdel. Wasn't this referring to Bodrakas as his replacement? !

Hellagur thought of this, and Bozhukasti could naturally think of it as well. He laughed sarcastically.

“Hahahaha! I died at the hands of the devil!

How could I?

I finally...couldn't escape my fate!"

Amiya finally realized that she had done something wrong. She pursed her lips and shook her head, wanting to apologize.

"Yes, I'm sorry, but—"

Bozhukas interrupted her, looked her in the eyes and said:

“I heard that in the past, the Sarkaz monarch gave vision and comfort as rewards.

Their heroes can see the magnificent walls or their lost loved ones.

Countless warriors have fought tirelessly for this illusion."

"I just, I just... Mr. Patriot, I don't want to...

The last moments of your life shouldn't have been so miserable!"

Amiya became sad again. When she saw that the other person had spent more than two hundred years in war and regret, she didn't want this moment to be his final ending.

The patriot was stunned. He murmured:

“My ending?

No......"

"I would have liked to..."

"That's enough! Amiya! Stop talking!"

Helag couldn't help but interrupt, no matter how much Chu Xin cared about others, he had to consider one thing first, that is, whether the other party needed this so-called false illusion!

Sure enough, the patriots became angry, and the blood that had stagnated began to flow again.

"Do not!

How can my ending be determined by others?

Hallucination? No! That's not the end!

If it's miserable, it's miserable. If it's stupid, it's stupid!

If this is my ending, then this is it, I deserve it!

I lived, I resisted, I failed.

Already, that’s enough!”

"But why? Why is this enough? No one deserves to lose everything like this!"

Amiya started crying. She didn't understand why the other party thought that this was enough.

Perhaps it was because Amiya and Froststar were both Carters, or perhaps it was because the crying Amiya and Froststar looked so similar that it touched his sympathy. The Patriot's expression softened, and he whispered to comfort her:

"You're still a kid."

"I'm not a kid. I've fought countless times."

"Ha, when you refuted, your words and actions were exactly the same as hers.

A good ending is never a given. Only children believe in nursery rhymes.

I said those Frost Star ones are too heavy, too heavy.

I don't agree with her. She's just a young child.

Just, young kids.”

The Patriot emphasized once again that, to him, even though Frost Star was already nearly thirty years old, many of her ideas and opinions were just childish and impulsive.

"Ore disease, slave owner, this land can't accommodate a child.

Tallulah sent her to die."

"Then why can't we fight Tallulah together?"

"But what can you bring me?"

The Patriot's question stunned Amiya. Just as Amiya was racking her brains to think about what the other party needed from her, the other party spoke again.

"You can't even do what Tallulah once gave me.

What will you become after that?"

Amiya was about to retort that she was not like Tallulah, but the Patriot did not give her a chance to refute.

“This is fate, I have tasted so many flavors.

I will never bow to fate.

Even fate gives me the same ending every time.

I would rather fight it every day until the sun rises again."

The Patriot wanted to lower his head to take a good look at this child who looked like Froststar, but his body that had turned into Originium and his pierced chest prevented him from doing so.

He could only continue to teach the young demon king in front of him, simplifying and instilling his life's insights as much as possible.

“But maybe you can change?

I have fought against fate for countless years, but in the end, I failed to win.

But you, maybe you, are different.

Are you really qualified to inherit that prince?"

"I......"

"Do you really have the ability to leave here alive?"

"I, I don't know..."

"Are you really brave enough to step into the endless wasteland?"

Faced with this question, Amiya subconsciously looked at Kal'tsit and the Doctor.

“It’s impossible for me to do it alone, but I’m not alone.”

Hellagur felt very relieved. It seemed that Amiya was still learning from the Patriot very seriously.

He was just about to share the joy of watching his daughter grow up with Kal'tsit, but he saw Kal'tsit looking up at the sky and frowning.

Herag couldn't help but quietly asked:

"what happened to you?"

Kal'tsit did not answer his question, but continued to speak strange words to herself.

"This is not right... I seem to have seen these before... somewhere? Could it be that..."

"what?"

Herag was confused, he could understand every word the other party said, but why was it a little confusing when they were put together?

However, the other party's next words left him even more confused.

"The Sarkaz's prophecy... the complete integration of the species' memories... the explosion of Originium energy in the Originium-rich area... the core city just happened to encounter a natural disaster?

Altar? Amiya? Wendigo? Demon King?

Wait! If this can have a direct impact? Could it be that the last bloodline of the ancient Wendigo directly penetrates the entire tribe of Sarkaz?

If the Man-Eating Bodracast resonates with all the altars, then what about the Wendigo Resurrection I just cast? "

"What are you talking about?" Hellagur, who was unfamiliar with the history and culture of the Sarkaz, was completely confused.

However, Kal'tsit's face changed drastically, and she quickly shouted to the people around her:

"Everyone! Whatever he said, whatever Bozhukas said!