The left hand holding the scabbard naturally drooped to the side of the waist, and the right hand stretched out on the handle of the knife. Then he took a deep breath, and with a loud shout, the mysterious long knife slashed directly at Kelleus, with fatal magic power. Wrapping the entire blade, it rushed towards Kelleus with the power from hell. "Can't hide!" Kelleus thought unconsciously in his heart. His stiff body was unable to move at all. Even the vampire prince's body had no way of regaining freedom of movement immediately after suffering such repeated fatal blows. However, just when he closed his eyes and waited for death, the pain did not come to him. The confused Kelleus felt angry and slightly uneasy for some reason. The pain that still did not come did not faze Kelleus. To eliminate the uneasiness in his heart, this unexplained uneasiness was constantly expanding. As his eyes gradually opened, it almost swallowed up his entire soul. The person who caught the eye was not Coroll, or in other words, it was not just Coroll, at least the first person who entered Kelleus's sight was not him, but a person whom Kelleus had not expected at all. "Why" Kelleus slowly raised his ax and asked in a low voice, "You should know that I won't die" "I know" Maggie stood beside him at some point. In front of him, his delicate body stood tenaciously between him and Corolle. Even though he was almost seriously injured at the waist, his body did not fall down. "Why is that?" Kelleus continued to ask, the battle ax tightly held in his hand trembling slightly and almost unnoticed for some reason. "I don't know, it's just that my body moved unconsciously." The intermittent voice came into Kelleus's ears, but he couldn't tell whether she was laughing, crying, or both. Both are available. "Really" Kelleus said uncertainly. The battle ax in his hand seemed to be trembling, but also seemed to be stable again, perhaps trembling for a while and then becoming stable. In short. The hand ax raised high did not strike down without hesitation as expected. Kelleus knew what Maggie meant, but it wasn¡¯t actually a question of whether he would die or not. The question is whether Kelleus will be forced to leave the game because of this fatal injury. Although Kelleus understood the changes in the rules not long after clearing the level, he no longer had to worry about being forced to leave the game because of a mere 'fatal injury'. But it¡¯s obvious that Maggie doesn¡¯t know this, or she hasn¡¯t had time to understand the rule changes. Because since Caerleus appeared, they have been in an extremely fierce battle. The lack of information led to this avoidable incident happening at this moment. ?????????????? But whether it¡¯s Kuror or Kelleus. Even Maggie herself did not let this sudden change affect their next actions. Kelleus just paused for a moment, and responded just before Kuror was about to launch the next attack. ¡®Let this blow be the last attack in his life. ¡¯ Kelleus thought fiercely in his heart. Without paying any attention to Maggie, who was almost close to Kuror, the ax of order in Kelleus's hand suddenly became very large, at least two to three times larger than before. The axe, which was originally only 20 to 30 centimeters wide, has now become about 50 to 60 centimeters wide, and the handle, which can be held by one hand, has now become nearly 1.5 meters wide. Nearly a person's height. But the hand ax that has become larger does not seem to be heavier at all. Instead, it looks a little lighter. The silver hand ax moved freely along a perfect trajectory in Kelleus's hand. Until it scratched Corolle's neck, bringing up a rich blood color, leading him into the abyss of hell in advance. Inevitably, while Kelleus' battle ax cut off Kuror, Maggie, who was almost leaning against him and restraining him with all her strength, was also brought to a point by the edge of the huge battle ax and cut off. The slender shoulders. Kelleus put away the bloody battle ax and gently picked up Maggie who fell with Kuror. Asked in a low voice: "I'm sorry" I'm sorry, I didn't tell you about the change in the rules here. sorry. No response to what you did to me. "Don't say you're sorry, Lord Kelleus" Maggie said weakly. At this time, there was surprisingly a faint smile on the cold face, which was so warm that it made people want to cry. "All this is to fulfill our long-cherished wish. In order to obtain the inheritance deep in this ruins, you must not leave here!" The weak voice revealed an extremely firm obsession that could never be rejected or refuted. ? ?Maggie, who was not very familiar with intelligence, came to such a conclusion after observing Corolle and Shark's daily interactions. There is something very mysterious and powerful in this ruins, with miraculous power. In Maggie¡¯s view, such a thing is definitely what she needs to save her master. In fact, this conclusion cannot be wrong. "I sincerely implore you, Lord Kelleus! Please continue to go on to fulfill our common long-cherished wish and resurrect Miss Lysia." Maggie's face was filled with a strange red color, and she became more and more excited as she spoke. She looked so full of life, and the louder and louder sounds made it impossible to tell that she was on the verge of death. 'It's the last flashback' Kelleus thought so, and at the same time nodded slowly but firmly, and replied softly, "Don't worry, I will definitely resurrect Lysia, even if it costs me. Everything." Kelleus responded to Maggie's loyalty without hesitation. He knew that Maggie didn't need anything now. For her who regarded loyalty as her life creed, or even the meaning of survival, she didn't need any comfort or pity. What she needs is recognition of her loyalty, and someone who can carry out her loyalty, that's all. 'It's the last flashback' Kelleus thought so, and at the same time nodded slowly but firmly, and replied softly, "Don't worry, I will definitely resurrect Lysia, even if it costs me. Everything." Kelleus responded to Maggie's loyalty without hesitation. He knew that Maggie didn't need anything now. For her who regarded loyalty as her life creed, or even the meaning of survival, she didn't need any comfort or pity. What she needs is recognition of her loyalty, and someone to carry out her loyalty, that's all. (To be continued)