Twin Cities: Hero Witness System

Latest website: Rahorak, this is the name of the Soldiers of the Sun Cult, and I, and my brother, were once a member of this group of warriors.

But now looking at Pylas' corpse, Atres silently knelt down. He has knelt countless times in his life, and has been defeated countless times, but he has never surrendered once, but at this moment, Atres He only felt tired, and after kneeling down, he didn't even want to stand up again, his eyes were bloodshot, his limbs were sore, his brain was dizzy, his body was cold purple and red, and his arms and ears were covered with frostbite. Feet, Atreus was too lazy to look.

If he survives, his legs are useless, he will be amputated, and then he may become a Rahorak warrior waiting to die of old age. The star map on the chest is no longer honor and faith, but a shame.

However, it is not that the clansmen feel ashamed for having a star map on the old disabled chest, but the old disabled is ashamed for having this star map on his chest.

God is not worthy of human belief.

In other words, Atreus doesn't know how many days he hasn't had a good night's sleep,

Ten dead and no life, this is the process of climbing the giant peak.

So how on earth did the guys who made it survive survive?

Or do different Protoss treat believers differently?

Putting aside those thoughts, Atreus said to himself wearily:

"Pylas, my brother, I can't seem to take you home, I'm sorry, he's eroding my body, I, I don't know how long I can last. Poor Iula, sorry, it's my wayward lead By leaving your Pylas, I made you lose your beloved husband."

"I shouldn't believe no, it's my fault, nothing to do with Protoss and barbarians, I'm too weak."

The murmur resounded in the blizzard. The blizzard slashed Atris' cheek like a knife. The dull voice came from his chest, like a broken old bellows. Atris was panting rapidly, in a trance. , he seemed to look down at Pylas again.

He is smiling to himself,

No, how could he laugh?

He couldn't laugh,

His body has been frozen and no longer has temperature. The former brother is like ice cubes in his arms, and the frozen Atris arm hurts.

Yes, he can leave Pylas' body on the mountain now, and then go down the mountain alone, and then do some aftermath work in the Rakor tribe, because Atreus is dead, and now there is, Just the last breath, yeah, how do mortals fight the gods?

But he endured the fatigue and discomfort, hanging his last breath, relying on faith, holding Pylas' body in his arms, and walking down the mountain step by step.

This tenacity surprised even his star spirit, who had given up his body but didn't look down on him at all.

Yes, just surprised, after all, in the eyes of Protoss, the resistance of mortals is like a rabbit angry in front of a lion. It is cute and funny, but it is just a meaningless farce.

"You should give up, mortal." The great war star Panson said in a deep voice.

The voice is sonorous and powerful, decisive, revealing the authority of the gods.

In this regard, Atreus felt disgusted, and the Protoss who had been worshipped by the Rakkor nation for generations did not care about the Rakkor who had been invaded by the barbarians.

In the blizzard, Atreus responded: "I will not give up, I will persist until the day you obliterate me."

The voice in my head sneered again and said: "If it wasn't for Gaia, you would have died by now. Do you really think you have the ability to fight against me? Mortal, you are dreaming, do you think your this Persistence, can you win? Do you think your spiritual will has won me?"

"I never thought of defeating anyone, Panson, the only one I've been defeating is myself." Atreus answered panting, another difficult step, exerting strength, raising his legs, landing his feet, and breaking free. Snow, and then repeat this action.

Every step out is extremely difficult.

"The stars, the scorching sun, the galaxy, there are countless possibilities in this universe, but the only one, none of them belong to human beings."

Pantheon disappeared, and he didn't bother to argue with this mortal. He was trying his best to capture the spirit of Atreus, trying to erase his existence and occupy this body.

I don't know how much time has passed, and Atreus can't even tell how far he has come.

He lowered his head numbly, shaking his body and walking down the mountain.

Atreus felt his eyelids getting heavier and heavier. In the end, he fell down, and in front of him, Pylas was thrown out, hit a tree, and stopped.

Dangerous, thought Atreus,

If it weren't for this tree, Pylas would keep rolling down and the bones would no longer exist.

Atreus used his only movable hand to dig deep into the snow, then moved over little by little, and then he pressed against Pylas tightly.

Atreus tried his best to hug Pylas with difficulty, and then he sighed and said:

"I'm sorry, brother, I can't let you go home, sorry."

Atreus took a sword from Pylas' body and stabbed him in the heart.

Yes, he will not give in.

Even in the end, he had to fight these guys in his own way.

Atreus gritted his teeth and stabbed the tip of his sword into his chest.

"You really are"

Pylas's sword pierced through Atres' chest, and blood poured out like a spring, dripping and contaminating the thick snow. Atres' mouth twitched, but strangely, he didn't feel any pain.

Vaguely, he could still hear Pan Sen's voice,

He even saw a golden streamer appear on Atreus' body, and his body was also changing. Those frostbite pieces fell off, revealing new granulation, and on the chest, the golden light complemented it. Tris's lost vitality.

"I am unwilling, unwilling!"

Seeing this, Atris roared angrily.

In the face of these existences, human beings cannot even control their own life and death!

"It's time, mortal."

After a while, "Atris" stood up again, no, it was Protoss Pantheon who stood up.

Grabbing the spear that belonged to Atreus on the ground, Pan Sen stretched his arm and shook with force. The next moment, in the sky, many stars were bright, and the dazzling stars painted a picture, and the constellation of war shone on Pan Sen's body, golden. The light spots turned into armor and helmets, and the simple spear belonging to Atreus also changed its appearance, becoming more powerful, and the golden light of the spear body flowed.

A giant shield appeared, and the helmet tassel fluttered. Pan Sen felt the movement under the Giant God's Peak, the corner of his mouth twitched, he raised his gun, and he jumped suddenly.

The figure turned into a streamer of stars and appeared in the sky, and Panser flew down the mountain with a spear, with a clear destination.

He's going to kill the fallen Ascended,

He wants to deal with living weapons left over from ancient times. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

On the Giant God's Peak, a few lines of sight turned to the foot of the mountain, where the barbarians and the Rakkor tribe were being slaughtered by Aatrox.

The abominable dark night moon wolf did not leave, but was crawling far away, watching the big play with gusto.

Leona couldn't help it anymore. She raised her head and said, "It's not that I don't believe in Pantheon, but are we really not going to help? Are we just here to watch?"

"What do you want to say?" The two pairs of eyes turned to Leona, which made the Rakor girl who was favored by the Rongde star a little flustered. She quickly said: "I'm just, I'm just"

"Now you are the heir of the Protoss, the head of the Lieyang Sect, you are no longer a mortal, Leona, what you need to do is to maintain the majesty of the Protoss, not to care about the lives of these humans."

Leona was stunned for a moment. After a while, she lowered her head and clenched her fists. Leona gritted her teeth and whispered, "I know."