The darkest and most difficult times have passed, and a pale golden dawn is emerging at the end of the old Dunling sky.
The soldiers were patrolling outside the underground palace. The war tonight was finally over. All the corpses were burned on the spot, and ashes kept rising up, falling like black snowflakes.
Enjoying the long-lost light, among the outermost guards, Red Falcon stretched out his hand and gently caught the black snowflakes, which were then washed away by the falling rain.
It's raining.
A drizzle of rain fell from the gloomy sky, completely purifying the ashes of the demon. The early morning was so cold, and Officer Press was still standing aside, not knowing anything. He still held the gun given to him by Red Falcon in his hand. The cold rain soaked his clothes, making him shiver.
As the light fell, the end of the smoke-filled world appeared in his sight, and the morning wind brought the burnt smell over to him.
"I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness."
A weak voice sounded in the communicator, and the mixed sound with electricity seemed ancient and mysterious. Until this voice sounded, Hong Falcon's frozen face finally relaxed a little, and he spoke into the communicator.
"I thought you were dead."
"Fortunately, Galahad's sword pierced my chest. If it had been a little off, I would have died. But fortunately, God still protects me."
The sound of the robin rang out, and to my surprise he was not dead.
"Looks like you need to rest for a while."
"Yeah, but I feel a little regretful. I thought I could finally go to heaven." The robin smiled, "I had already made my confession before I died, but these people rescued me."
"Of course, robin, we are all brothers, how can you escape from this hell first?"
Kestrel said as he finally breathed a sigh of relief. The sunshine was warm and filled people with hope.
No one died, that's great.
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Lorenzo walked with difficulty beside the Thames. The wounds on his body were slowly healing, but even so his vision began to dim. Until the cold raindrops fell on his body, he refreshed himself a little.
The cold air came with the rain, driving away the bloody and burnt smell from the nose.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, he finally saw the boat. Eve was sitting there leaning against the wall. The girl's face was pale, and the rain had messed up her hair. She looked very disheveled.
The two looked at each other, then laughed in tacit understanding.
This was truly an unforgettable night. If it weren't for the demons involved, Eve really wanted to write it all into a novel. Of course, the story would definitely be about a peerless female hero and a weak detective.
"You look like you're dying." Eve slowly stood up.
"You are almost the same."
Lorenzo walked over and Eve took the initiative to help him up. The two of them staggered, supporting each other.
"You need a doctor, Lorenzo."
Looking at Lorenzo's face which turned pale due to blood loss, Eve was a little worried. Although she was also injured, none of their injuries were fatal. But Lorenzo was obviously different. With his injuries, others would have died long ago.