However, the only advantage is that Rick can sense the same kind of spiritual marks arranged by Belle, so that he can find his companions.

Rick was as light as a swallow, and quickly walked through the mountain path, in which he had shocked many mild animals or low-level monsters.

After running for a distance to the bottom of the mountain, I finally saw a long-haired man soaking in a shallow stream. Countless sword wounds of all sizes were gushing out of their bodies. Then the clear water turned bloody and continued to wash his wounds.

Rick hurried over and dragged Jim, who had lost too much blood, out of the river, and leaned him under a big tree.

Fortunately, Rick noticed it and did not rush to meet with the person closest to him. Instead, he felt that there was a spiritual mark in the distance that had never moved. The man must have been Jim who had fallen into a coma.

It was so miserable... Jim's arms and shoulders were covered with scars of varying degrees, and some of them could even see his bones. It was impossible for his flesh and blood to block a sharp sword. Fortunately, Jim had a twelve-point spirit to deal with the guard captain. The sword wounds on his upper body should have appeared on his chest.

Jim lowered his head weakly. Because he lost too much blood, a black shadow appeared under his eyes. If he was soaked in the river like this, he would probably be completely finished.

He decisively took off Jim's coat soaked by the cold stream, revealing his strong and developed chest. The terrifying blood marks on it stimulated Rick's nerves. He couldn't help but admire Jim. He had obviously suffered such severe injuries and never hummed from beginning to end, for fear of distracting him and Xin in the battle.

Even after staying in Minks for so long, Rick still did not forget the good habit he left as a mercenary. It was to carry needles, healing medicines and a roll of bandages with him.

He carefully cleaned Jim's wound, then applied a layer of wound medicine, sewed several long and deep wounds on his body, and finally wrapped them in bandages.

Jim just frowned throughout the whole process, and Rick sighed, sitting next to him, closing his eyes to feel the others approaching him.

Rick put his hand on Jim's shoulder, trying to transmit the fighting spirit so that he could regain consciousness. When he thought that the power of the demons in his body was the power of the demons. Different physiques might have harmed Jim, so Rick thought about it but gave up.

Nero... Blood Moon... Rick quietly leaned against the big tree, looked up at the deep blue sky, and murmured: "Oh. That guy is easier to talk to. If he could see him alone, he might get Bly's information."

After thinking about it, Rick shook his head. Now Nero has made up his mind to erase the existence of the Wings of Mexican. It is a blessing in disguise to escape from him, so Rick no longer hopes to have a chance to communicate well, after all, the enemy is always the enemy.

Time passed slowly, Jim suddenly took a breath of cold air while gritting his teeth, and then he woke up with a tremor.

"Don't move, your wound has not healed yet, don't move too much." Rick turned his head and looked at Jim with a smile.

Looking down at the bandage wrapped around his chest, Jim understood what was going on and smiled reluctantly. He said weakly: "Thank you for saving me, Kyle."

"Ha, why are you still so disgusting now? If you hadn't blocked the high-level swordsman, Xin and I would have died at his hands." I have to say that Captain Jim was very responsible and fully respected by Rick.

Jim smiled bitterly, silently pressed his head against the wrinkled bark of the big tree, and said with some melancholy: "When facing death, I think a lot. Sometimes I find that I can't find the value of existence..."

Rick was slightly stunned. He looked at Jim in confusion and said sarcastically: "Ha, have you fallen to your head? The second prince of the Cato Empire will also express this kind of emotion?"

Jim smiled softly and shook his head. He said calmly: "Everyone will feel confused. The nobler the identity, the more emptiness in his heart cannot be filled... You don't need to look at me with such a strange look. My sexual orientation is normal."

Rick smiled awkwardly, and when he heard "emptiness", he thought Jim had awakened some special hobby.

Jim has always been a steady and rational image in front of people. Only Rick knows that he also has a crazy side, which is the depression accumulated over a long period of time to be a qualified prince.

Jim sighed worriedly: "When I was a child, I learned that I was born in the imperial family. To be honest, I didn't feel much joy. However, this has nothing to do with the throne. Compared with the Kato Empire, which has thousands of miles of territory, I would rather live in an ordinary family, so that I can at least make friends based on my own preferences, rather than wearing a hypocritical mask."

Hearing Jim's feelings, Rick became silent and said to himself: "This guy must have some childhood shadow..." After all, he thought it was quite comfortable to be a prince. If he had been through his soul, he would definitely want to be a restless prince and just want to enjoy himself every day.

"In order to become what my father hoped, I left the palace since I was a child, and I only learned the etiquette of the royal family and the knowledge of the outside world day after day. Every day, I had to pretend to be very useful when facing hypocritical and flattering faces." Jim was a little excited as he said, and his tone eased when he thought of someone, "Fortunately, the emperor took good care of me. He knew that I didn't like the days in the deep palace, so he took the initiative to petition my father and sent me to the Wings of the Mingx, away from the hustle and bustle of the palace."

Rick's eyes jumped quietly. He was surprised to find that Jim was recalling the warm scene when he mentioned Aaron, which was very inconsistent with the situation where the two were secretly fighting.

Jim glanced at Rick, knowing that he was pretending to be calm, but did not expose it, but continued: "The emperor has taken good care of me since he was a child. After all, he is over thirty years older than me and loves my younger brother very much."

"Wait, Jim, you are only in your early twenties, so your Highness Aaron is already fifty?" But in Rick's impression, Aaron looks at least thirty years old. Could it be that he is very strong, so he can slow the aging of cells in his body?

"It's strange, right? My father is obviously one hundred years old. Grey and I..." Jim pondered for a while and continued, "Realistically, I should be the third generation of the royal family."

Rick nodded, and as he thought about it, he realized the problem, and asked nervously: "Can you, Aaron..."

Jim rolled his eyes, "Don't think about it. The royal family of the Cato Empire is not as dirty as other countries. I just want to say that in addition to being a responsible brother, Aaron also occupies a little bit of his father's status in my heart. That's an incomparable respect."

Rick felt embarrassed now. After all, he was from His Highness Aaron. Almost every nobleman knew that the two brothers were fighting for the royal power. Now Jim said that he respected Aaron very much, how could he answer?

Fortunately, Jim was not making things difficult for Rick and forcing him to express his opinion. Instead, he continued: "The emperor once took me to ride a horse and shoot archery and taught me martial arts personally. He always looked like a serious prince, but he only showed his brotherly warm side to me."

"But..." Jim's eyes became extremely cold, and his tone was very firm: "He has changed. The emperor was originally a very perfect person with almost no flaws, but he began to indulge in wine and sex a year ago and was still mixed with those scums."

Several scums... refer to Michel, Diego and Phirus. Rick is not suitable for talking about this topic with Jim, so he avoids the important point and says: "His Highness Aaron may be like you, and he has been suppressed for too long before he can drink and vent his feelings."

"No... he is not Aaron at all." Jim looked up at the blue sky, and a hint of sadness appeared in his tone.

Rick's heart suddenly contracted, and he was still wondering if his ears had heard it wrong. When he was about to continue asking, an inappropriate voice broke the conversation between the two.

"You two are so elegant, and you are still talking about everything without knowing your own lives." Nero's bright red robe appeared in Rick's eyes, and his heart immediately seemed to sink into the endless abyss.

Nero's clothes fluttered in front of Rick, step by step towards the two of them.

The silver-haired man had a playful smile on his face. Rick gritted his teeth and quickly got up to protect Jim.

With a clang, Rick pulled out a strong attack and pointed directly at Nero without saying a word.

"Kyle, don't seek death. My goal is Jim. If you get in the way, I don't mind killing you." Ignoring the attack in Rick's hands completely, Nero walked over to Jim.

The third style of the Demon Sword Technique draws the sword...

Rick naturally would not hand over Jim. He transmitted the black magic power to the strong attack in his hand. At the moment of the accumulation of power, he suddenly felt a surge in his brain, and the gathered magic power collapsed like a leaking balloon.

"The guy who doesn't cherish his life is not worthy of living in this world." Nero's deep blue pupils staring at Rick's eyes and said coldly: "This is what you asked for."

Rick suddenly felt like he was electrocuted, and then he lost control of his body. He could no longer feel the existence of his facial features, as if all the nerve fibers had been cut off.

Cold sweat rolled down from his face one by one. Rick wanted to shout loudly, but he could only open his mouth and unable to make any sound. He could only watch Nero approaching step by step.

Is this the power at the level of the sanctuary? Sure enough, there is no power to resist at all... Rick has always been protected by Elena. Now facing Nero alone, he can personally experience how terrifying the power of the sanctuary is.

Jim's serious injury has not yet recovered. He couldn't stand up even by supporting the tree trunk with his hands, so he could only lean on the side weakly, waiting for death to come.

"John, think of a way." Rick shouted wildly in his heart, unwilling to be buried here like this.

Under Rick's urging, he knew that he heard John's helpless voice, "Why are you, kid, always trying to provoke enemies at the Sanctuary level? Isn't this seeking death? He clearly gave you a chance, would you die with Jim?"

"Stop talking nonsense, do you have the ability to help us escape?" Rick's hands and feet had lost control, and the only thing he could count on was the flame shadow of the demon clan.

John snorted coldly, "You think of me now? Don't be foolish. I can at most upgrade you to the level of the sword master, but that will be too much to your fragile body, and you will lose half your life even if you don't die. And the sword master naturally cannot be an opponent of the Holy Realm. I advise you not to provoke Nero again. I can see that he does not want to kill you."

Nero naturally didn't know that Rick was communicating with the flame shadow in his body. He walked forward like a walk, pulled away Rick's fingers and held the hilt of the attacking sword.

"There is actually a stone of space. This sword is not simple." Nero stared at the blue gem on the hilt of the attack sword with curious eyes and penetrated it with his mental power.

"Strange, how come there is no end?" Nero frowned. With his mental power, he could not see through what was hidden in the Stone of Space, which immediately aroused his curiosity.

Nero sat down on the spot with the assault. Anyway, Rick couldn't even move his fingers, and Jim couldn't stand up. He was not in a hurry to deal with the two of them, but simply explored the Stone of Space.

Suddenly, Nero felt his consciousness as if he had been sucked into a black hole, absorbing his mental power frantically, which surprised the silver-haired man.

Nero felt his soul enter the Stone of Space. When he came to his senses, he found himself in a pure white world.

As if soaked in milk, Nero looked like a piece of white, and his blood-red windbreaker looked particularly eye-catching.

Nero was slightly stunned, looking at his translucent body, and suddenly burst into laughter, "There are people in the world who are stronger than me in the field of spiritual magic who can go against my will and force me to appear here in my soul state. Who is the master?"

Nero's voice resounded throughout the milky white world, as if an echo came from the endless end.

"Is Rick here?" A lazy voice came, and a middle-aged man with unshaven bearded and chaotic hair walked over with dark circles and yawning.

"You are the master of this space?" Nero looked at the middle-aged man with some vigilance, and raised his smile and bent down and bowed.

The decadent middle-aged man rubbed his eyes, looked at the strange face, and asked lightly: "How did you come in? Didn't I tell Rick that guy not to let anyone else in?"

Rick is another name for Kyle? Nero frowned in confusion. The next second, he said with a smile: "I am Rick's friend, I wonder what you call him?"

"If you don't remember, just call me Wuming." The decadent middle-aged man sighed, looked at Nero blankly, and asked, "What are you here to do? Oh, I understand, that boy Rick must have no time to ask you to come and chat with me."

"Ha?" Nero thought Wuming was perfunctory and sneered: "Stop kidding, I don't have this time."

The middle-aged man raised his eyebrows, stretched his waist vigorously, and turned around and left, "Since you go like this, I'm used to being alone."

Suddenly, the white world began to shake, and as if I was stepping on the sea level, circles of ripples began to appear, and the milky white sky also rippled.

"What are you doing?" Wuming turned his head coldly and looked at the young silver-haired man with caution.
Chapter completed!