The Divine Armor of the Old Century（Book 1）

Chapter 38

The darkest and most arduous times had passed, and a faint golden dawn appeared at the end of the old Dunling sky. Soldiers gathered outside the palace, the night's battle finally over. All the bodies were being cremated on the spot, ashes rising incessantly like black snowflakes falling.

Enjoying the long-lost light, at the outer perimeter of the guard, Red Hawk reached out his hand and gently caught those black snowflakes, which were then washed away by the falling rain.

It was raining.

The drizzle fell from the gloomy sky, thoroughly purifying the ashes of the demons. The morning was so cold. Officer Pres, still clueless, stood aside with the gun Red Hawk had given him, the cold rain soaking his clothes, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

The light fell at the end of the smoky horizon, and the morning breeze carried the smell of burning.

"I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. From now on, there is reserved for me the crown of righteousness."

A weak voice echoed over the communicator, mingling with the crackle of electricity, sounding ancient and mysterious. When this voice sounded, Red Hawk's face, which had been stiff all along, finally softened a bit as he spoke into the communicator.

"I thought you were dead."

"Fortunately, Galahad's sword pierced my chest. If it had been slightly off, I would be dead. But thankfully, the gods still protect me."

The voice of the Nightingale sounded, unexpectedly not dead.

"It seems you need some rest."

"Yes, but it's also a bit regrettable. I thought I could finally go to heaven?"

The Nightingale said with a smile, "I even made my repentance before death, but these people saved me again."

"Of course, Nightingale, we are all brothers. How could you leave this hell first?"

Red Hawk finally breathed a sigh of relief as the sunlight warmed, filling him with hope.

It's good that no one died.

...

Lloyd walked laboriously along the Thames, his wounds slowly healing, but even so, his vision began to darken gradually. Until the cold raindrops fell on him, bringing him back to some extent.

The cold air came with the rain, driving away the scent of blood and char from his nose.

After walking for who knew how long, he finally saw the small boat. Eve was sitting on one side, leaning against the wall, her face pale, her hair disheveled from the rain, looking miserable.

The two looked at each other, then smiled tacitly.

It was truly an unforgettable night. If it weren't for involving demons, Eve really wanted to write all of this as a novel. Of course, the content of the story would definitely be about a peerless female hero with a weak detective.

"You look like you're about to die," Eve said slowly as she stood up.

"So do you."

Lloyd walked over, and Eve actively supported him, the two supporting each other, stumbling.

"You need a doctor, Lloyd."

Seeing Lloyd's pale face due to blood loss, Eve was worried. Although she was also injured, none were fatal, but Lloyd was different. With his injuries, anyone else would have died long ago.

"I can't go to the hospital."

Lloyd directly opposed, carrying a secret blood within him that normal people couldn't touch, not even doctors.