Ember Skywalker

Chapter 223: Posuo is completed!

"You've retired from battle, and lost an arm for Dante!"

The woman screamed.

"You are a disabled person now, how can you be so sorry to Dante?

My hometown is in Nolan, you are just accompanying me home, that is not cowardice at all."

Green said nothing.

Tears suddenly welled up in the woman's eyes.

She knew that the thing she was most worried about had happened.

Her husband always obeys her in everything and is a true gentleman, giving her an immense sense of security.

However, the two quarreled countless times over the issue of leaving Dante.

Finally, she threatened him with the baby in her belly, and he finally gave in.

But when he was about to leave, he changed his mind.

The woman pulled Green's remaining arm and begged:

“If you don’t think about yourself, you have to think about our children.

If he stays here, he will go to hell with us."

Green closed his eyes in pain and sighed:
"You...go ahead, I want to stay."

"No!"

"I'm sorry, but I have my dignity here."

"But the child can't live without a father!"

Green knelt on one knee and placed his ear lightly on the woman's belly.

After listening carefully for a while, he stood up reluctantly and said softly:

"He'll have a father he'll be proud of."

"I hate you!" the woman said gritting her teeth.

"……I love you."

It was dark, and Sasha, who had worked all day, finally prepared dinner.

"Woody, Susan, it's time for dinner," Sasha called.

With a creak, the door opened and two thin figures slipped in.

One of them was the boy who informed Raven of the danger.

The boy helped Susan onto the chair, then climbed up himself and slapped the table with his hands:

"Mom, what's for dinner tonight?"

Two worn wooden bowls were placed in front of him.

Woody's face suddenly fell. There was only a little porridge and a few vegetable leaves in the bowl.

I picked it up myself.

"These again...Mom, didn't I bring back a gold coin a few days ago?"

“We have to use it sparingly.

Mr. Green has sold the estate, and the new owner is unwilling to hire your father anymore because he broke his leg, so he has to be more frugal.

"Oh, I see." Woody lowered his head sadly.

"Why hasn't Dad come back?" Susan asked in a baby voice.

"He's out looking for work. He'll be back very late. You guys eat first."

"Mom, I'm still hungry." Soon, Susan finished the porridge in the bowl and started crying.

Woody glanced at his sister, poured the porridge in his bowl to her, and watched the little girl wolf it down.

"How old are you? You can eat more than me." He touched his sister's head and smiled.

With a splash, Sasha poured the porridge into Woody's bowl.

"You guys eat, I'm full."

"You guys eat, I'm full."

Woody only took a sip, then looked up, as if he had made up his mind:
"Mom, I heard that the aliens from the west are attacking.

The city is recruiting soldiers everywhere now. If you join, you will get three gold coins. I... want to give it a try."

"What did you say!" Sasha screamed, "I'll beat you to death!"

Woody was hit several times but didn't move.

"Mom, I'm smart. I can pass on a message or something. They might need me."

"How dare you say that? I'll see what you say first!"

Sasha hit him even harder, crying as she did so.

The boy pursed his lips tightly, with a determined look on his face.

"Mom, go ahead and fight. I've made up my mind."

In the three southern territories, Duke Daolan stared at the flames rising from the Haishan City for a long time without saying a word.

He knew that the family warriors who stayed behind to cover the retreat had no chance of survival.

They would not set fire to Hussein City until the last moment.

That was the main city that had been run by the family for nearly a hundred years.

Around him, the retreating troops formed a long line.

Almost all the soldiers were injured, and some of the seriously injured had to be pulled by horse-drawn carriages. The team stretched to an endless distance, but no one spoke, and the atmosphere seemed extremely depressing.

Looking at the soldiers with depressed expressions, Dao Lan sighed in his heart.

A week ago, the Turan army launched a frenzied attack, and the city of Hussein fell after seven days of desperate defense.

In order to allow the main army to escape, Dao Lan had to arrange for family soldiers to cover their retreat.

He knew that the so-called "cutting off the rear" was nothing more than exchanging the lives of a few for the lives of the majority.

"Doran, let's go, we will take it back one day." Grand Duke Isagu said sadly.

"Alas, from now on the three southern territories no longer belong to Dante. I, Dao Lan, have no face to see Your Majesty."

“We haven’t completely failed yet.

The most urgent task is to reach Lingyun River as soon as possible, cross it before they catch up, and then build a defense line on the other side of the river."

Dolan nodded.

This is the best choice and the last battle.

If they lose again, they will be at the mercy of the other side on the endless plain.

In Monet's laboratory, Raven is making the final sprint.

In front of him, seven pieces were spread out in an orderly manner, connected to each other by green lines of power.

Raven's hand was placed on one of them, and the surging burning power continued to be injected into it.

He had been working on this for a day.

Unlike single equipment, sequence armament requires the restoration of seven pieces of equipment at the same time, and the difficulty and intensity are extremely high.

At this time, he was sweating profusely, his eyes were bloodshot, and he had entered a dull state.

Monet stayed by his side, watching him nervously, ready to rescue him if he failed.

With his current level of magic recovery, if he fails, Riven will be crippled if not dead.

The old man's eyes were full of shock.

Because at this time, Riven not only resisted the passivation, but also absorbed fuel from the outside world while restoring her magic!

He once thought this was his unique skill.

Finally, with Raven's last roar, all his energy was poured into Posa.

The burning energy in the room trembled.

The seven pieces of magic simultaneously burst into dazzling light, and green flames spewed out from the complex patterns.

Become!

Raven was overjoyed and sat down on the ground.

He was now extremely exhausted and just wanted to have a good sleep.

"Not bad, not bad, it's a perfect piece of equipment."

Monet grinned and observed carefully.

"Master, don't you care about me?" Raven said resentfully.

"I won't die anyway, so don't bother me."

Raven: ...

“It’s top-notch, it’s really top-notch, the perfection rate has reached 90%, and it’s so stable.

Boy, you really surprised me, in fact, 80% perfection is enough."

"No, that's not my style."

Raven hummed and stood up, moving closer to Monet.

"Master, look, the fuel here is very well integrated, leaving a lot of room for you to recover your magic later. Isn't that awesome?"

Monet looked Raven up and down, and asked in surprise:

"How did you do it? I clearly saw you were blunt."

"I have a will as solid as a rock and indestructible."

"Roll, roll, roll, take it."

The old man took out a crystal card.

"This is?"

"Reward: 100,000 gold coins."

"Master, I am so sorry. This is all my job."

Raven took the card and put it in her pocket with smooth movements.

Monet was surprised to see his empty hands. He had just taken them out for less than a second!
"Hey, Master, I have done what I should do. Now it's up to you."

"Well, I'll get familiar with this set of armaments first, and then start the resurrection of the devil tomorrow."

The next day, Monet was ready and looked at Raven.

"Watch it for a while, it will be of great help to your future recovery."

"Master, you won't blow me up, right?"

"Bullshit! Stop saying things that are unlucky."

"Okay, okay, can I please stay away?"

"No."

After Monet finished speaking, he sensed the seven pieces of Posa and placed his hand on them.

(End of this chapter)