This is like the dream that trapped me, a place called "Gap".
No matter moving forward or backward, the scenery before my eyes is monotonously repetitive, as if all my struggles and efforts are in vain and I can only struggle forever.
The body was tormented by pain, and his conscious will was gradually sinking into chaos. The invisible erosion was like a sharp knife, as if cutting his mind.
It's painful, but also worth celebrating, this is the feeling of being alive.
Although his body was changing a little bit, he was very clear that he was still alive and he did not fall into that strange dream. But even though he knew all this clearly, when the dim corridor became extremely long and seemed to have no end, he still felt confused and panicked.
There was a foul smell in the air. As the rain of fire fell, the entire corridor began to shake. The dim lights flickered, some barely lit up, while others were extinguished forever. At the same time, busy footsteps could be heard, as if a group of people were running in that dark corner.
"bring it on!"
Cole roared loudly, dragging his deformed body and running wildly along with the heavy footsteps.
The images in his field of vision began to disappear on both sides of him at an accelerated speed. The folding knife scraped against the wall, emitting dazzling sparks. He screamed at the top of his lungs, as if he was about to die, but he also seemed to be rejuvenated.
The fierce blade fell like thunder, and the demon's body shattered before his eyes.
In fact, Cole still had a lot to say to Arthur. After so many years, were any of his familiar friends still alive? How much intelligence about the demons had been advanced? Unfortunately, this was not a good time to reminisce about the past, and he did not have the extra time to do so.
His mind was gradually devoured by the darkness. Like a sleepy traveler, Cole's hacking gradually turned into meaningless madness. But soon he would become more sober again. His violent posture paused, his eyes filled with confusion, like a child awakened from a nightmare.
Another scream came from the other end of the darkness, and a slightly ferocious figure slowly turned around, but he was greeted by the sudden flash of a knife.
It was also a demon. It seemed that it had been attacked before. Its arms had disappeared. All that remained was a twisted cross-section and the flesh and blood that was constantly wriggling inside.
It clenched its ferocious mouth, and as its body deformed, its teeth were completely embedded in the handle of the folding knife.
The demon rushed over with a folding knife in its mouth, and the sharp light of the knife flashed across Cole's side.
Cole tried to raise his folding knife for defense, but his thoughts were so heavy now. If it were someone else's will, Cole would have been transformed into a demon by now, but he was Mordred, a former ranger, and his various specializations allowed him to persist in this hell to the end.
But he was still too slow. A hideous wound opened along his arm, but the demon in the shadow also opened up. The folding knife cut its throat viciously. The demon opened its mouth, stuck the folding knife into the wall, and then took big bites and bit the demon in the shadow hard.
Just like the fight between wild beasts, soon the demon could no longer make any sound. Its entire body was torn into pieces by the biting, and large smears of dirty blood stained the entire wall.