Flesh and metal collided with each other, tearing off large chunks of scarlet and broken iron.
This is like the battlefield where cavalry charged a hundred years ago. No one has any way to retreat, and they fight to the death on this narrow road.
The Sin Armor strode forward, and the armor used to protect the heavy rain fell down, protecting the body like a shield, but it soon became dented and uneven, and then torn into pieces by countless cracks.
The sharp claws hit the armor, splashing dazzling flames and making sharp noises.
The sound was so sharp that it cut the eardrum like a sharp knife. Soon, blood flowed out of Gawain's left ear. Then his hearing began to blur, and finally only calmness remained.
"Ah... Ha..."
He was breathing heavily. Without the protection of his helmet, the beating rain obscured his vision. Gawain tried hard to open his eyes, but all he saw was a blur.
I can't see the enemy or my teammates, there are only dazzling flames burning.
The greatsword lifted up the demon and twisted it vigorously, completely crushing its internal organs and bones. Then the original sin armor took advantage of the situation to grab the demon's body, lifted it up forcefully, and used it as a shield.
Soon the corpse was crushed by sharp claws, but on this bloody battlefield, the thing that was most in abundance was corpses.
With every step Gawain took forward, a large number of corpses fell. To him, the place was filled with weapons stuck in the ground, and he only had to keep discarding and picking them up.
Then at a certain moment, after being shattered for who knows how many times.
The sharp claws pierced through the corpse, cutting off the steel underneath.
Gawain felt only a moment of emptiness, and then he was struck by intense pain. The entire left arm of the Armor of Original Sin, along with the corpse it was holding up, was violently torn off.
It stands to reason that it shouldn't be so fragile, but under such high-intensity combat, even the strongest steel will become scarred.
"Is it tasty?"
Gawain asked expressionlessly.
The demon was seen gnawing on the broken arm of the Armor of Original Sin and squeezing it hard. The machine was crushed and bursts of bright red were squeezed out of it.
That was the arm that was cut off together.
Gawain had already prepared himself for this in his heart. After all, he was fighting against demons, so it was normal to be missing some limbs. But perhaps he was completely numb, and there was no fluctuation in his heart at all.
He then raised his greatsword and split the demon in half.
The twisted metal structure also dented when the arm was cut off, and it pierced deeply into Gawain's body.
In this case, such an injury is fatal. Even if there is a doctor, Gawain cannot be saved. His body has been firmly locked in the armor, which protects himself and also imprisons himself.
Gawain could feel the erosion from the original sin armor. This battlefield full of evil provided the perfect breeding ground for it. He could even hear the faint sound of his flesh being gnawed under the armor...
Strangely enough, Gawain wasn't afraid.
He stubbornly swung his sword, hoping to make a final contribution before he died from excessive blood loss.
The defense line was regrouped, and then it was time to advance. If there was a counterattack, it was defeated, and then it was time to advance again...