Chapter 6, Entrustment

The little beggar was stunned, staring at the sleeping infant girl in his arms, momentarily unable to think. At that moment, the man turned his head and was first taken aback upon seeing his wife entrust their daughter to a little beggar. However, he soon gritted his teeth and pulled out the black sword, heavily locked with chains, and thrust it into the little boy's hands.

They have been found! Hurry and report to the lord

However, as he stood up again, he plunged the sword in his hand into the snow, then turned to grasp the black sword at his waist, holding onto the hilt that was heavily bound by chains

Blood, spilled on the cold snow, transforms into red crystals. These solids, radiating a vivid hue akin to rubies, at this moment symbolize that the fire of their lives is nearly extinguished. The man feels the woman beside him kneeling, gritting his teeth, he stands up once more

The man gritted his teeth, and the blood at the corners of his mouth continued to flow out slowly. It seemed that even this time, he lacked the confidence to utter words of protection for his wife and daughter

The woman did not engage with the little beggar, and thus did not insist any further. After glancing at the sweet sleeping face of the infant in her arms, she revealed a look of contentment and began to eat.

The man fell silent. However, after a brief moment of silence, he propped himself up with his sword and stood up, helping the woman as they prepared to flee deeper into the alley.

No! Byron, this sword...!

But ... ...

The woman glanced at it, stuffed the cake into her mouth, and with a gentle wave of her finger, some snowflakes slowly danced at her fingertips

... ...

The man gritted his teeth, his sword aimed at the cloaked figure. After letting out a loud shout, he swiftly charged forward, ready to strike. However, his body was simply too exhausted, and the sword was easily evaded by the opponent.

Both individuals are already very fatigued, as the potent poison erodes their bodies and depletes their strength. Not to mention escape, they are now struggling to even walk. If this continues, they could collapse at any moment and then die

The sword remained sheathed. The tightly bound chains responded to its "master" with coldness and silence

The blood that gushed forth stained the pure snowflakes red. Upon witnessing her husband's suffering, the woman let out a cry, clasped her hands together, and the snowflakes around her immediately coalesced into ice pillars, which instantaneously pierced the hearts of the four henchmen

Do not worry! I will not be consumed by it. I believe that with my strength and composure... I will absolutely not be consumed by it! Lan, I want to take you away from here... and then, reorganize our home!

This has become a world filled with the scent of blood, yet the blizzard silently continues to serve as a bystander to the scene before us

The man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and gazed sorrowfully at the sword

"Young man, remember! You must never let my daughter and this sword fall into the hands of others! You... go to the Deer Empire, to the Sacred Grace Royal Academy... Deliver my daughter and this sword to Principal Kampa there! I implore you... you must... you must accomplish this! Even if we, as a couple, perish in body and spirit, we will forever be grateful to you!"

Surrounding them were more than a dozen bodies that had already become corpses. However, beyond these corpses, there were even more armed individuals encircling them, preparing to charge forward

It is no longer bearable. The deadly poison has already eroded the couple's internal organs, and it is a miracle that they have managed to hold on until now. Upon seeing the man collapse and spit blood, the woman was equally anxious and could not help but spit out a mouthful of fresh blood, kneeling down beside her husband

I am not qualified ... ... Why ... ... am I not even qualified ... ...? In this world ... ... who else is truly qualified to draw you out? To wield your power?

The man spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. He knelt down as the poison once again corroded his body during his moment of agitation

The black sword was heavy, heavier than the body of the infant girl. The little beggar finally regained his senses, just as he was about to firmly refuse and then flee, the woman pulled out a letter from her bosom and stuffed it into the infant's swaddling, then gave the little beggar a push

Veins began to emerge on the man's arms. The black sword trembled incessantly in his hand ... The pitch-black chains tightly bound the hilt of the sword

The woman fell silent, having finished the cake, and looked at the child in her arms with a gentle expression. Her daughter was sleeping soundly, a faint blush adorning her small face. Gazing at this blush, both the woman and the man seemed entranced. It appeared that no matter how great the danger or how dire the predicament, they would have the courage to face it.

The man snorted: "We cannot die... Our children cannot die either! I need strength... I need the strength to protect you!"

Byron, what should we do? We can no longer reach the Empire of the Bucks

... ...

... ...

Suddenly, the shouts of the crowd began to echo all around. The little beggar's nerves tightened; at that moment, he could no longer care about anything else. Clutching the infant girl, he took off running! He turned into another corner of the alley, glanced around, and immediately lifted the lid of a trash bin, jumping inside. Just as he closed the lid, a flurry of hurried footsteps rushed towards the direction of the man and woman. Soon, the sounds of clashing weapons and cries of the dying reverberated through the snowy night. Just as he closed the lid, a flurry of hurried footsteps rushed towards the direction of the man and woman. Soon, the sounds of clashing weapons and cries of the dying reverberated through the snowy night.

The battle continues, and the frequency of attacks from the two individuals has gradually decreased. Severe blood loss and poison are slowly eroding their consciousness, heralding the arrival of their demise

At that moment, the woman saw the small beggar's body about to flee, and without considering anything else, she waved her hand.

Please... take good care of our daughter... protect her...!

The man and the woman are back to back, both bearing too many wounds on their bodies. They are gasping for breath, their feet trembling incessantly.

The cloaked figure spoke in a relaxed tone, and as he sidestepped, he lightly hooked his foot, causing the man to stumble to the ground. Four henchmen immediately stepped forward, driving their four spears forcefully into the man's limbs, pinning him to the snowy ground

The woman rushed forward, but the cloaked figure timely blocked her path. The skull in his left hand struck out ominously, directly hitting the woman's abdomen and sending her flying back a considerable distance. The henchmen advanced once more, unhesitatingly driving their swords into her limbs, subjecting her to the same fate as her husband

The night, filled with the aura of death, was further intensified by the addition of red, enhancing the atmosphere of slaughter.

"The Sword of the Broken Void" by Byron Mu. Among the younger generation, you are undoubtedly the strongest. No, even among some of the older generation's masters, you can be considered a prominent figure with exceptional strength.

The man displayed a face full of indignation, gritting his teeth, seemingly very unwilling to accept the situation. At that moment, the little beggar finally noticed that this man's hands were as emaciated as a woman's, and blood occasionally trickled from the corners of his mouth

The woman appeared exceptionally alarmed upon witnessing Byron's actions

Draw your sword for me! I, as your master, command you to draw your sword! Demon Sword, Annihilation!

The snowflakes in the air began to swirl under the woman's strength, forcibly pulling the small beggar, who was about to flee, back. In this final moment, the woman could no longer care about anything else and thrust the infant girl from her arms into the small beggar's hands

Indeed ... ... is it still not possible ... ... ?

Tonight is a night of blizzard

A woman capable of wielding mysterious powers, as pure and beautiful as an orchid. Can you imagine? The beauty that once drove the entire sorrowful continent to madness, causing the kings of three nations to wage war for her, and leading countless individuals to their deaths due to her mere jest, now lies here, unable to move.

"You were poisoned by my deadly toxin, yet you two managed to hold on for five days, and even killed so many of my subordinates? Hehe, I cannot help but admire your performance."

The hexagonal crystal spins in the air, adhering to the skin that possesses body heat, instantly drawing away warmth

It is truly hard to imagine. After several more corpses lay down, the crowd surrounding the two began to slowly part. From within emerged a figure completely shrouded in a black cloak. His face was hidden behind the black cloak, but in his left hand, he held a human skull, the eye sockets of which emitted a dim blue glow

Capture them

The blizzard intensified. Suddenly, several fireworks shot up into the pitch-black night sky! The man felt a surge of anxiety in his heart, but this anxiety only exacerbated his internal wounds, and a mouthful of rich, fresh blood was violently spewed from his mouth

The snow in the air suddenly began to fall more rapidly. The man was the first to become alert, swiftly drawing his well-decorated saber with a whoosh! Upon seeing the man's demeanor, the woman also became vigilant, standing behind him.

The man sat in the snow beside the little beggar, noticing the bread he was holding and the blood on his hands. It was this blood that once again brought a look of confusion to the man's face as he spoke: "Lan, look, the blood on his hands..."

Hmm. There are quite a number. Moreover, we have already been surrounded

Hurry! Please... quickly take my daughter... and go!

Do not worry, it is not him. However, I am more certain of his composure. Perhaps after we are dead ... ...

The sword pierces through the snowflakes. As it glides across the muscles of the body, it draws forth a line of blood

The little beggar listened to the conversation between the two individuals, and by instinct, he knew that danger was approaching. His first reaction was to escape. To escape as far as possible

On a stormy night, how long can a person's life be sustained?

How infuriating... If it weren't for the poisoning... If it weren't for accidentally falling into a trap... then how could the so-called 'Key' organization possibly be our adversary!

No, you will not die! You and our child will live well. And I will protect you to ensure your survival

Have they arrived?

They are here!

But this sword is ... ... !