There is a lord who just wants to draw cards, what's wrong with that?

Use Shadow Step to dodge their first charge.

Seeing that there was no target left, the knights paused for a moment and then targeted Forty-Seven and others not far away.

However, Domi's figure once again emerged from the sand in front of them and stood in front of them.

The purpose of doing this is to weaken their charging momentum so that we have enough time to intercept them one by one.

It doesn't matter to the knights, as long as they destroy everything in front of them.

They raised their sharp spears and charged at him on horses that were also nothing but bones and tendons!

Domi jumped high into the air, then landed a punch in their midst. The soul-devouring energy exploded, and the explosion not only melted the knights at close range, but the gust of wind almost blew the knights further away off their horses.

However, they were already the living dead and did not know pain or fear. They did not even blink when their comrades died in front of them and continued to stab Domi with their lances.

He didn't have time to make any other moves. He freed all the puppet strings, grabbed the tip of a lance with each hand, and stopped them abruptly on both sides.

But he was no longer able to resist the attacks from the front and rear, and could only watch helplessly as the rusted gun tip covered with blood pierced his chest and body.

puff!

puff puff!

He was like a disposable plastic cup filled with water that was pierced by countless toothpicks. Blood gushed out of his mouth and the mask on his face fell to the ground, turning back into a slime gel amulet.

Is this over?

No! His ultimate Shadow Flow agility gave him one last fighting chance.

Adrenaline surged, and his long-lost ferocity completely erupted at this moment. Strength beyond anything he had ever experienced surged in his body, and he roared loudly—

He exerted force with both hands, grabbed the tip of the spear, and lifted up the opponent with the spear, and smashed it at the surrounding knights like a meteor hammer, knocking them to the ground.

All the lances that were stuck in his body were pulled out at this time, leaving only the one that pierced his abdomen.

Now there is no way to stop the bleeding.

He supported himself on the ground with one hand and supported his knee with the other, trying hard not to fall down. If he fell down, he would have no chance to fight back.

[Natural Body] made him immune to tetanus and ancient viruses, but it still couldn't stop the bleeding.

The health bar above his head was draining away at a very fast speed.

But my mission was largely accomplished.

He turned around and took one last look behind him. He thought they had gone far away, but when his blurry vision suddenly became clear, why did he feel like these two rebellious children were running back?

"Little Lord!!"

"team leader!"

The two people's crying voices reached Domi's ears.

He lost too much blood and was about to lose the feeling in his five senses, but in the end he felt a warm embrace, which was so abrupt in the cold and bloody night.

Even with his eyes that had lost their focus, he could still vaguely see Forty-Seven throwing himself into his arms, grabbing his collar, his eyes full of tears. A-Fu also knelt down in front of him, doubting her life. Tuoer, who had no one to support him, fell to the side like a dead pig.

"Ahem...you guys..." Domi used up his last bit of strength to say, "You're trying to trick me..."

After saying that, Duomi tilted his head, spread his hands, and stopped breathing.

Forty-Seven and Afu were both stunned. The young master and captain who had always been so kind to them, just died like that?

Afu let out a shrill cry, and the time they spent together in the past flashed through her mind, making her unable to stop recalling it.

The sound of mourning seemed to spread throughout the desert.

Justin, who had already escaped the encirclement, suddenly turned around and looked behind him. The area with the most knights seemed to be where Death Omen and the others had been before.

Even the people in the long-range turrets who were fighting hard were stunned for a moment. They could tell that it was Afu's crying, and someone in the team must have died.

Everyone mourned for him silently, but their situation was equally awkward, and they might have to mourn for themselves later.

The long-lost tears fell from the corners of Forty-Seven's eyes like a downpour, dripping onto the sand and being absorbed instantly, leaving only puddles of shadows.

She stood up expressionlessly. She was already surrounded by knights and they had lost their last chance to break out.

But so what?

Her young master is dead, so what reason does she have to live in this world?

"You...will all be buried with the young master."

After that, Bei Luo Shimen's hidden "Secret Method of Sacrificing Life" began to warm up. Her blood began to boil.

However, at this moment, Toer, who had been unconscious, slowly sat up and sat on the sand in a domineering posture that had never been seen before.

But the moment his pair of golden eyes under the pigeon hood opened, the soldiers in the entire desert immediately dropped their weapons, and no matter where they were in the east, south, west or north, they all knelt on one knee in his direction.

In the distance, the giant archers also slowly bent down to welcome the return of their king.

At the same time, the corner of Forty-Seven's clothes was pulled down, just like she often pulled the corner of Domi's clothes.

She looked down in fear and hope. The young master who had died was alive again! He pulled out the spear from his abdomen as if nothing had happened. The wound healed immediately without leaving any scars. Except for a little lack of energy, he looked as good as if he had just returned from a resort.

[Number of times Shadow of the Past is used (5/6)]

Tsk, I feel a little sad...

Without the mask covering his face, Forty-Seven could clearly see Duomi's smile: "Don't try your best. I'm still alive."

She could no longer hold back her tears, her blood returned to calm, and she almost rushed over to hug Domi tightly, as if she didn't want Domi to leave her first.

"Young Master... Master, Madam, your brother, and Princess Xia are all waiting for you to come back..."

Domi gently stroked Forty-Seven's trembling back, rubbed his head, and whispered to him in comfort:

"It's not that easy for me to die. These guys want to kill me completely, but it's still a hundred years too early. Okay, stop crying."

"Um……"

While Forty-Seven was holding him tightly, Domi looked around and saw that all the soldiers were kneeling down to Thor.

Has the sleeping soul of the Sun King finally awakened inside Thor's body?

I saw Toer slowly stand up, glance at Domi and the other two sitting on the ground, and then walk straight in one direction.

Domi seemed to understand and called for Forty-Seven and Afu to follow.

Wherever the nursery passed, the tide of soldiers consciously made way for a path like Moses parting the sea, reaching the outside of the encirclement.

They walked out unimpeded in this way, and the heavy stone in the hearts of the three people finally fell.

The one walking in front is Touer... no, it should be the Sun King now.

He turned around slowly, and the pigeon hood on his head mostly destroyed the solemnity he had created.

He said to Domi:

"As the price for bringing you out, I need you to continue to help Toer grow. Right now, the time for you to rise is not yet ripe."

The voice was still Toler's, but the tone and manner were like that of a different person. From it, one could hear the demeanor of the Sun King as a king, as majestic as a lion and not to be disobeyed.

Domi stood face to face with him, showing no fear at all, and said neither humbly nor arrogantly:

"You don't have to tell me that we will continue our adventure with Thor. After all, there is still something we need to do together."

What Domi was referring to was naturally the matter of going together to the Holy Ifamur Theocracy to return the Saint's robe. Thor was still bound by the contract, and if he didn't go, the Sun King might die in his sleep and would not know how he died.

"Yeah." The Sun King nodded with satisfaction.

Then Domi asked: "Sun King, if you completely control this body and entrust it to him...what will happen?"

"He is still with me, we are inseparable, Toile is me and I am Toile. It may seem like schizophrenia now, but in the future, we will be one."

Domi knew that compared to possession, Tuoer's situation was like amnesia. When the memory was recalled, the original person was still the same person and would not disappear.

This is probably the best case scenario.

"I understand……"

Just when everyone thought that the Sun King was going to continue sleeping and let Thor come out to take care of the child, he suddenly walked closer to Domi.

"Hey... why do you look familiar?"

Domi's mask fell off when the blood was spurting out, and he forgot to put it back on, so now he is showing his true face.

It was also the first time that Afu saw the real death omen. It turned out to be a handsome man. She had originally thought he was a middle-aged dwarf. He spoke and acted very maturely.

Forty-Seven actually hoped that Domi could take off the mask, because then she could always see her young master's sunny and positive smile.

His heart skipped a beat, and he wondered if the ancestors of the Blofeld family had gone to the Western Continent to cause trouble in the early years?

This incident happened to offend the then overlord, the Sun King, so he remembered the face of his enemy...

According to the melodramatic light novels, such a bullshit is definitely not impossible.

Although the talents of the Blofeld family are random, their appearance has always been online, and the current generation is 60% similar to their ancestors.

If you can still see it, there is really nothing wrong with it.

"Ahahaha... Really? Maybe you got the wrong person. I was born recently, so it's been at least a thousand years since then."

"No, I have seen a woman who looks similar to you...what's her name...I have a very deep impression of her..."

The Sun King stroked the smooth chin of the Dove Mask, then raised his head suddenly:

"Who is Octavier Blofeld to you?"

hiss! !

When Duomi heard his family name, his heart sank instantly. This really was his ancestor...

The ancient Blofeld shouldn't be that strong, right? This female ancestor shouldn't have beaten up the Sun King at that time, right? Domi consoled himself.

The ancestors who lived a thousand years ago still have to be counted in terms of generations.

After a moment he stammered, "Uh... maybe... probably... possibly... if nothing unexpected happens... it's my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandmother..."

As soon as these words were spoken, Forty-Seven began to count on his fingers how many Zengs there were.

Ah, eleven times, that’s quite a long time ago indeed.

Afu's jaw dropped on the spot. She had thought that the young master mentioned by Forty-Seven was the young master of various small and medium-sized noble families. After all, who would throw a rich child out to be an adventurer when he grows up?

But I never thought about the Blofeld family, even though that family did have a tradition of sending their children out to train...

The Sun King showed an expression of sudden enlightenment, and patted Domi on the shoulder:

"So he's a descendant of her family. No wonder he's so strong at such a young age. Hmm, he's got a lot of potential.

Go back and tell your family that the Sun King of Xisha once drank and talked happily with Octavia, so as to make up for some of her experiences. "

"Didn't Senior Octavia go home in the end?"

The Sun King's voice became somewhat lonely: "She obviously has unrivaled power, but she is keen on exploring the world, and even told me that she wants to be a free dove.

As far as I know, she didn’t return to her hometown in the end. She probably died outside…”

Chapter 143 Unforgettable

Chapter 143-142- Unforgettable

Domi wanted to continue asking questions about this ancestor, but the Sun King seemed to have no time.

"That's all for the Q&A session. In the future, if the time is not right, I probably won't come out."

Having said that, he left as decisively as he had come.

The child is back on the list.

He looked at the three people in bewilderment, then looked at the Xisha soldiers behind him who were getting agitated again, and shouted in fear:

"Why are you still standing here with so many pursuers behind you?"

He held the pigeon's head with both hands and made an expression as if he was about to piss himself.

Everyone laughed heartily. Their familiar host was back. Amidst the laughter, the escape journey that seemed to be going back to their old ways didn't seem so long and painful anymore.

The sunshine of the last day rose slowly amidst sweat and running.

It is no exaggeration to say that all the surviving "players" had stumbled through the entire night simply by relying on their own legs, being chased by countless Xisha soldiers.

This national marathon also came to a successful conclusion after the Xisha soldiers sank back into the ground.

At the same time, the numbers above the heads of the selected players all increased a little, which means that they will get a better reward after the end.