Chapter 517 Get Lost!

"Sister Sakura! Uh--"

Bronya caught up with Sakura only after ten seconds, but this time difference was meaningless. Sakura's soul seemed to be sucked out, and she just knelt silently beside the barely recognizable human body.

"This..."

There are no words to describe the feeling at this moment.

No, to be precise, the part of the brain that constitutes the language plate crashed under such an impact and could not function temporarily, so that she could not say anything.

If you insist, Bronya has seen similar tragic corpses, even more miserable ones, completely inhuman, and she has seen too many on the battlefield.

Moreover, many of those corpses are familiar to Bronya, at least the corpses of people who are much closer to her than Ling.

But.

Just like getting the correct answer to a math problem does not mean that the process is absolutely fine, and the same result does not mean that the thing itself can be accepted again.

On the snowy plains of Siberia, death is nothing more than four situations.

The first kind, freezing to death or starving to death, is relatively speaking the most common and painful way to die, but it is also the least visually impactful way to die.

The second kind, revenge killing, is like when Uncle Maxim was killed, Bronya avenged him. If she had not left the snowy plain, Bronya might have been killed by someone with hatred one day. The means of the revenge killer are often dishonorable, and the target of the revenge killing will be abused before death. However, fate has always been an equal exchange. When a person kills others, fate has destined him to be killed by others. Since it is revenge, it is not unacceptable emotionally.

The third and fourth kinds are similar. They all die on the battlefield, but they are divided according to the enemy - dying on the battlefield against humans, or dying on the battlefield against Honkai beasts. However, bullets, shells and Honkai beasts are emotionless. Even if their destructive power can easily turn people into flesh and blood mixed with snow mud, they themselves do not carry any "malice". Of course, it is impossible for death to be without negative emotions, but this, like revenge, only makes the survivors more angry and hateful.

But this kind of death in front of me... is simply... too ridiculous.

It is obvious who the murderer is. The hundreds of wounds on the torso are all knife wounds. Judging from the size of the wounds, they should be caused by a standard dagger. The cuts on the girl's wrists and ankles are not neat, and the muscles of her limbs are knotted and stiff, especially the neck. You can feel the desperate screams. From the scene, the group of people deliberately cut the girl's tendons and tendons to make it difficult for her to struggle, and then cut off her hands and feet bit by bit with a blunt knife, and finally killed her.

Most people would have fainted under such pain, so these soldiers probably injected Ling with some kind of medicine that can keep the nerves active... For soldiers, it is still easy to get these things. Tianming will even temporarily distribute similar things to the Valkyrie before the war.

But what is this?

Vendetta.

What hatred do the soldiers here have with Ling? Strictly speaking, Sakura is still their comrade. Bronya has indeed seen scum who reached out to the widows and orphans of their comrades, but that was just an isolated case. There were dozens of scum at the same time, and they were gathered together. Bronya felt that the probability of this was even lower than that she would become a Herrscher tomorrow.

But it was indeed a vendetta, but this hatred had nothing to do with Suzu. It was hatred for the Herrscher and the Honkai, but in the end, it was Suzu's body that bore the hatred.

What is this...

Will Mei and Kiana also have such an ending in the future...

No! The current situation is not the time to think about these things!

"Sister Sakura, let's hurry..."

Bronya pressed Sakura's shoulders and tried to wake her up, but as soon as she exerted force, Sakura's body fell down and fell beside Suzu's body.

She didn't care about the blood on the ground. It was Suzu's blood, and Sakura would not dislike it. She just stretched out her hand and hugged Suzu tightly in her arms.

Bronya's cheeks twitched twice, and in a trance, the scene in her sight changed. The two protagonists in front of her seemed to have become...

"Pah!"

She slapped her cheeks fiercely.

She couldn't think about it anymore.

Bronya took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards the door.

"Sister Sakura, don't forget the agreement with Bronya."

She really didn't know what to say, so she'd just say this.

The breath of the two people and the sound they made just now would undoubtedly attract the dead warriors on this level. Whether it was for survival or for something else, at least before Sakura came to her senses, these dead warriors had to be faced by Bronya alone.

She had tried it before, and the artificial stigmata of destiny didn't work here. All she could rely on was the strength of her own body, a wakizashi, and a dagger.

To be honest, she was used to relying on the power of artificial stigmata to fight against the collapse, and Bronya didn't know how long she could last if she only relied on herself and conventional weapons.

Fortunately, there are still those very old memories. Bronya made a simple estimate. One-on-one is definitely no problem. Dealing with two ordinary assassins at the same time should not be a problem. If there are three, she will have to rely on her size and speed advantage to win. If there are more than three, or if she encounters stronger assassins, she can only find ways to delay time.

In addition, without the blessing of the artificial stigmata, how long can this body allow her to hold on? In other words, how much her own endurance has increased compared to three years ago without the influence of the artificial stigmata is also a question.

However, there is no other way to go now. Compared with blindly breaking out by herself, facing the entire thirty-third underground floor of the dead soldiers and the entire unknown fire-chasing moth, it is better to use the terrain advantage of the door of the prison room that can only accommodate one adult to block the dead soldiers, delay time, and put hope on Sakura.

"Shua——"

The knife flashed by. It was not as bright as the one swung by Sakura, but it was enough to cut off the arm of a dead soldier.

"Ha!"

Before the upward movement was over, Bronya had squatted down, supported the ground with her left hand and rotated her body, and the thin and sharp blade cut off the dead soldier's feet cleanly.

Suddenly losing balance, the body of the assassin had not yet fallen to the ground, Bronya had already jumped up from the ground, clamped the assassin's torso with her legs, and held the assassin's left shoulder with her left hand. She circled around the assassin's waist and flexibly climbed onto his back.

"Got one."

The wakizashi was placed across the assassin's neck. Bronya used her right hand holding the handle of the knife as a fulcrum, and her left arm pressed against the back of the knife and exerted force suddenly. The wakizashi easily cut off the assassin's head like a guillotine, and stopped just in front of Bronya's neck, only cutting the outermost layer of skin.

"Huh--"

The petite body, at the cost of insufficient strength, has gained flexibility and reaction speed that ordinary people cannot imagine. Moreover, long before the sound of breaking through the air behind her, Bronya had twisted the axis of her body first, turning herself and the body of the dead soldier upside down in mid-air, and the blade of the wakizashi was also turned. Flesh and steel touched, and the arm of the second dead soldier was split in half vertically, like the flower intestines often seen in hot pot.

"Wait, that's--"

"Bang!"

The dazzling sparks tore through the darkness, and along with the smell of gunpowder, the body of the dead soldier in front of her was shaken, and there was a sudden chill at the waist.

Just like the Herrscher, the dead soldier will retain the subconscious of the original body before his death, and naturally will use most of the weapons that the original body has used, such as-firearms.

However, at such a close distance, considering the unclear mind of the dead soldier, the gun may not be as fast as the knife!

Her feet stepped on the solid ground, and Bronya seized the opportunity of being injured and not feeling the pain, and rushed forward, thrusting the knife into the throat of the second assassin before he could pull the trigger.

"Ka-"

The knife handle was quickly rotated and slashed to the side, leaving only half of the neck between the assassin's head and shoulder. With another backhand slash, the second assassin's head rolled to the ground and collided with the previous one, just like a basketball thrown into the equipment room by students after the physical education class.

Bronya used her shoulder to support its body and took a pistol from her left hand.

The whole gun was a bit heavy, especially for a girl like her. Bronya weighed it with her hand and confirmed that the weight did not belong to any model she had used, so it became impossible to try to infer the remaining bullets in the magazine by weight.

Without any extra movements or even time to think, Bronya kicked the bodies of the two dead men out of the door, and then held the heavy pistol against her chest with both hands. The advantage of doing this is that the bullet will definitely shoot in the direction of her body.

Disadvantages? There are only a few signal lights around, which are not enough to illuminate the darkness. When fighting with the two dead men before, her eyes could only capture the general outline. In this case, there is no need to aim.

"Da-da-da-da-"

The footsteps gradually approached, and Bronya also moved her body closer to the door.

"Roar-woo!"

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The dead man was tripped by the corpse on the national road at the door. Bronya fired three shots at the outline without hesitation. The huge recoil made her wrist numb, and her chest felt suffocated.

But none of this matters. What matters is how many dead men are there outside? And how many bullets are there in the gun?

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three more shots, another blurry silhouette fell. Bronya swallowed her saliva and wanted to look back to see Sakura's situation, but the friction of clothes in the corridor made her dare not relax at all.

"Please... please..."

Besides praying in her heart, what else can Bronya do?

After all, the dead soldiers still have the instincts of being creatures. When they saw that their four companions were dead at the door of the prison cell, no dead soldiers dared to rush up for a while. But this was also a torment for Bronya, a double blow psychologically and physically, and it also reminded her of her mood when she first performed a sniper mission - knowing that all she could do was wait, she still kept imagining in her mind the anxiety of rushing into the target's base with a submachine gun in her hand and shooting him into a hornet's nest.

So, the 33rd underground floor fell into a strange calm again. When will this calm be broken, and by whom? This was originally a question that would take longer to verify, but with the intervention of a third party, this calm lasted only half a minute before it was broken.

With a violent vibration above her head, Bronya suddenly rushed out of the cell and pulled the trigger continuously at the shadows in the corridor. She didn't even count how many shots she fired. She just threw the pistol out when the bullets ran out, and then pulled out the wakizashi inserted in her waist again, and swung the knife, swung the knife, swung the knife, and swung the knife again at any shadows that were still swaying in front of her eyes...

She couldn't see anything clearly, so there was naturally no skill to speak of. She just had to raise the knife high, and then chop, chop, and chop at the outline moving in the dark. The rest was left to the sharp blade...

"Ha! Ha! Ha..."

Every time she swung the knife, she used up all her strength. At first, Bronya could control herself from making a sound, but later, she couldn't spare any more energy to suppress her desire to shout, and even the shouting had merged with her rapid breathing.

Then, just as Bronya swung her sword for the umpteenth time, the heavy armored ceiling above her head collapsed without warning.

"What!"

The flames rushed in like seawater bursting through the cabin, and in just one or two breaths, they rolled in front of Bronya.

Bronya's mind was blank. Such an attack made her inadvertently think of the power of the Seventh Herrscher that she had seen in another world, but no matter what, even if the power of the artificial stigma was still there, she could not block it.

"This is... too much."

Such a voice seemed to ring in her ears, and then a chill spread behind Bronya, and soon condensed into a bowl-shaped ice and snow barrier around her body.

The flames and the ice grew and ebbed, and the gray smoke and the white water vapor completely blended together, and then a tall figure walked out from behind the smoke.

"Kevin?"

Bronya still remembered the big sword with flames, but through the crystal ice wall, Bronya found that the man in front of her was a strange man wearing a mask and with flames on his tattered clothes.

Although he was strange, he looked familiar...

"Wait! Who saved Bronya? Was it Sister Sakura?"

Bronya was about to turn around when she saw the man in front of her rushing towards her. Before he arrived, the thick ice wall melted in the heat radiating from his whole body.

"Wait--"

Before she said the word "misunderstanding", a fist as big as a casserole was already in front of her. The wind from the fist almost scraped off Bronya's scalp. She didn't even have time to close her eyes.

"Pah--"

A soft crisp sound, this is the sound that only flesh and flesh can make, but it was not Bronya's head that took the punch, but a hand that stretched out from behind her.

"Calm down, Qianjie, this girl is not a dead warrior."

"Calm down... hehe... hahahahahahaha... Kevin, when did you have the talent to tell jokes? Besides, what if she is not a dead warrior?"

Qianjie leaned forward, forcing Kevin to almost retreat, and Bronya was caught between the two, unable to walk or talk.

"Watch your words, Qianjie. As long as you are still a member of the Fire Moth, protecting humans is your unshirkable duty."

Kevin's unyielding attitude was only met with Qianjie's ridicule:

"Oh? I'm so sorry, I don't have a sister!"

"Ka-ka-ka-"

Kevin's palm tightly clenched Qianjie's fist, and the continuous crisp sound made it unclear whose bones were groaning.

This confrontation did not last long. Kevin suddenly whispered:

"Qianjie, this girl is not the guard here. She is also a child caught by the fire moth... just like Ling."

"Huh? Are you kidding me?"

"Ying brought her all the way here."

"..."

Qianjie silently retracted his fist.

"Where is Ying? Where is Ling? Where are they?"

Qianjie yelled and was about to pass Bronya and Kevin and walk into the prison room. Kevin said nothing, but stepped aside and stood in front of Qianjie.

"Get out of the way!"

"Qianjie, the sisters just reunited, and it takes a little time..."

"Do you think I have no brains, Kevin! Do you think my ears can't hear crying, Kevin!"

Qianjie punched the wall beside him, and the whole base shook. Then, before Kevin could react, he pushed him away with his shoulder and rushed into the prison room.

"Qianjie! It was Alicia who told you this! She told you this not to make trouble!"

"Get lost!"

Kevin hurriedly grabbed Qianjie, but at this moment, the communication next to his ear rang.

"Kevin, are you on the 33rd floor underground?"

Kevin held Qianjie with one hand, preventing him from moving forward, and silently turned on the speaker of the communication with the other hand.

"I'm here."

"Kevin, it's over. Hua used Yu Duchen to protect most of the people in the base, and the remaining dead soldiers were also cleared. At present, the reaction of the Herrscher has disappeared. Kevin, we won. We defeated the twelfth Herrscher."

"..."

"Hello? Kevin? Did something happen on the 33rd floor underground? The Herrscher has no movement except for the initial burst of Honkai energy..."

"..."

"Kevin, we are not wrong. The first wave of Honkai energy reaction was sent from the 33rd floor underground. We are not wrong. Ling is the Herrscher."

"..."

"Hahaha! You're still saying this... Get out of here!"

Qianjie laughed wildly and slapped Kevin's hand away, turned around and rushed to the prison room, and Mei's voice suddenly sounded again after a second of silence.

Compared to the tired but somewhat relieved tone a second ago, the voice now can be described as terrified-

"No... How is this possible! Kevin, the Herrscher is not dead yet, and the Honkai reaction has reappeared!"

There is no need for Mei to explain more, because the alarm that symbolizes the advent of the Herrscher sounded again.

Kevin was in a dilemma for a while, and Bronya also wanted to run back to see Sakura's condition, but after taking a step, she saw Qianjie walking backwards out of the prison room.

Sakura walked out with one foot deep and one foot shallow, holding Ling's body.

"The Herrscher is still alive, right?"

"..."

No one answered, even Qianjie, who was extremely irritable a second ago, remained silent.

"I heard everything. The Herrscher is still alive, right?"

"Yes... but Sakura, the Herrscher's consciousness is not Rin..."

"Of course I know."

Sakura interrupted Kevin, walked to Bronya step by step, handed Rin's broken body to her, and gently patted Bronya's cheek with her bloody palm.

"I'm sorry, Bronya, my sister's battle is not over yet. Can you please keep Rin's body for me? I promised her and you that we will go back to see the cherry blossoms together."

"I... I will..."

Bronya took Rin's body in a daze. For a moment, she felt that the body was as light as paper, and so heavy that it made her breathless.

A sour feeling came from the middle of her nose. For many years, for the first time, she wanted to cry for a story that had little to do with her.