Pain, pain beyond comparison. It is said that among all the sufferings that can be suffered by human beings, excluding soul and torture, the most profound pain is the pain suffered by women in childbirth. That''s exactly what the webworm is experiencing at this time. And different from the general puerpera is that the maid soldier is a virgin witch, in order to let her have a good rest and carefully made the border. In this room, the net worm is not disturbed by the outside world, which means that she can''t hear the roar from Lothar outside the house. She can only lie on the bed and express what she is suffering with, and there is nothing else to comfort her. It is like a lonely boat floating in the sea, no matter what kind of cry she can get no response.


    Helplessness, loneliness, these negative conditions, together with pain, catalyze fermentation, giving birth to a worse mood, despair. In that maddening pain, the net worm can''t think, can''t look at her own situation, she can only think of death. Childbirth, originally for the birth of a new life, is the continuation of life. But it is this behavior that brings death risk far greater than other contemporary threats. Isn''t that contradictory? Or is it that the world never expects life to exist, so it blocks the reproduction of living things in this way? Or, it is a kind of connection between life and death. If we don''t step into the consciousness of death, we can''t continue the existence of life.


    The desperate cry of the net worm became the accompaniment of the fight on the beach. Lothar is not sure what her lover is going through, but he knows that her pain must be related to the monster in front of her. In addition to what Ellie had said in his ear before, although the count did not understand why the ugly mullet would come to them, he understood that this was not the time to ask. He saw the mountain monster engulfed by the monster, and saw the panic of Seth. The Sorcerer''s knife in his hand is slightly higher than his body temperature, which proves that the enemy he is facing has magic power.


    But what about that? What threatened his last two relatives in the world, whether he was a dragon or a demon, was only cut by the sword. There is no room for compromise. For the second time in his life, Lothar clearly felt the roaring blood flow in his body, and the anger and power brought by this flow was even more than that night when he learned of his parents'' death many years ago.


    "I want you dead!" The soldier roared, let the boat quickly hit the monster''s thick trunk by the inertia and waves. Then the whole person jumped up, and the Tomahawk in his hand started from bottom to top, making a terrible crack on the skin with cold scales!


    "Ga!" Eels scream with one voice in their mouths, and the harm done by the justice of fools is particularly effective for them. But effective, does not mean that a witch hunting knife can really become the key to determine the war situation. "Bang!" The heads of two eels, which were close to Lothar, turned quickly and collided with the count''s body! The dull noise of the impact indicates that these ugly grotesque heads are actually much more powerful and resilient than they were in the fight against the mountain monsters. The reason why they allowed the gatekeeper to destroy their own heads was probably just for teasing.


    "Well." The count, who was knocked out of the monster''s trunk, let out a grunt, and the whole man fell into the shallow water beside the beach like a shell. This is enough to make a soldier fall to seven meat and eight vegetables. Even though there is a buffer of sea water and sand, Lothar''s ear also rings the beep that only appears when the brain is injured. But his anger didn''t allow him to fall down so easily. The soldier in leather armor stood up from the shallow water. The anger in his eyes made him not afraid of evil spirits.


    "Kill!" Before the head uttered sarcasm, the soldier began his charge again. At this time, Lothar is not a knight. He can not abide by the creed that he has abided by all his life. As long as he can knock down the monster in front of him, he will not grudge any means. Now Lothar has only one identity. He is the defender, defending his blood relatives and loved ones. And just one identity is enough to make him stronger than ever.


    In the face of such a count, any opponent will have an estimate, because when a person is determined to fight against you, you have to consider whether to put your life on the gambling table and have a game with him without a winner. But evil spirits are not living beings. They can see all emotions in their innumerable evil eyes, but they can''t see fear. You can''t kill what''s dead, and this evil spirit is born of the unwilling souls who died in the sea.


    "Roar!" The five lower heads roared, stretching out their necks, which seemed to extend infinitely, to deliver their sharp teeth to Rosa. In the face of the attack, the count did not hesitate. The shallow water and fine sand slowed down his movement, but also made his every landing more solid than on the ground. Lothar instinctively took advantage of this. He steadfastly stopped his forward body by leaning on his legs buried in the sand. After a deep breath, he quickly lowered the upper part of his body forward. As a result, the eel, who was aiming at his trunk, lost his target and wiped his back. However, Lothar didn''t intend to let go of his opponent. He sprang his whole body from his waist, like a stretch of twisted elastic. With the splash of water, the blade of the Tomahawk once again tasted the taste of evil spirits. Even because of the size of the eel, Lothar''s attack almost cut off the monster''s waist, leaving only a very rare amount of flesh attached to the second half of the body.Once again, the sound of a scream turned into a sound wave, shaking the water and sand. In this trembling, the shells buried in the sand around the hut were lifted up a little. But this is not the time to care about this, because the danger faced by Lothar is far from over. He escaped the attack of the first eel, but four equally ugly and ferocious heads came with him. Moreover, evil spirits from the sea do not necessarily attack from the front.


    "Poof!" The fierce beast lurking from the water didn''t consider whether his attack would hurt his former counterpart. He closed his teeth to the count''s waist, but he didn''t expect to be stuck by the Tomahawk between his upper and lower jaws in time, and could not completely close it.


    "Want to eat me? Your teeth are not hard enough! "


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