A huge change is coming, and I, Brady, will be the hero leading it!
I drew the tip of my spear, and at the last minute I drew my sword. Pluto used his spear to move and rotate sideways, but he was able to use this power to throw his foot into the back of my blade, kick it hard, and make me lose my balance. I! Break the balance with just one foot! His actions don't stop there. When I shook a little, Pluto's spear had completed a complete revolution, and it was tracking my neck at a speed that my eyes could not track.
I can see my tail gleaming on the metal tip. Strangely, you have heard stories like this: when a person is about to die, their life flashes in front of them, or everything suddenly slows down, but it doesn't. I did not see the cruelty that my parents showed, the same cruelty I was to other people, and of course I have not experienced a period of slowing down. However, I do feel a strange sense of peace and satisfaction, because the silver light is getting closer and closer to my neck, but I have never felt that kind of short-term pain, which has caused many people to encounter Scream loudly when resembling fate.
When I knew there was nothing to avoid, I closed my eyes unknowingly, so when I opened my eyes again, I was surprised to find that Pluto was curled up ten meters away, and his spear swung out. Unconventional posture, just glaring at Archibald, he remained frozen.
My heart is full of fear and excitement, and my heart beats faster. I have never encountered a dangerous enemy like this, including Lily. My body told me that I was likely to be killed here. Finally, I was finally able to harness the power of a martyr! But this does not mean that I can wait and accept the fact that I will fight with my own power for as long as possible, although I doubt that this is enough. The way this man acts, his performance, tells me that he lived for more than a thousand years for a reason, not just because he is immortal. Speaking of which, those flickers of death lines tell me that this guy has as much as Archibald.
"Hey, Mary," I whispered, never seeing the motionless shadow in my eyes, "I remember you said that this man is immortal. I can see the wrinkles on his body.
"I said he is eternal, not immortal."
Well, I know I just said that he lives not because of his immortality, but because of his skills? I am in awe. Mary mentioned this before, but please! He bleeds as easily as the rest of us! He will be killed! However, after a thousand years of existence, he is still standing here, with the aura of violence and death. It is not a miracle that he can hold on for so long, I have just begun to understand what it means. However, it is clear that my performance is not commensurate with me, which makes me wonder, why did he pull back his swing? Why did he stare at Archibald so severely
"It's raining!" Azibald whispered. "Do something!"
"Why should I help you?"
"This is my thanks for intervening? I knew I shouldn't do this! But if he didn't attack you, he would come and kill us!"
"Intervention? What are you doing
My body moved on its own, just a moment after Pluto transformed into a vague and direct attack on the petrified thief. I'm very close to them, so I can easily intercept the attack, but I never get there. I barely grasped it, but I saw Pluto's wrist flashing, and just before I fell, I felt my knee tingling on me. I was very confused and unfamiliar with this experience. I quickly found the source of the pain and saw two sharp and extremely thin needles sticking out from a gap in my armor. When I noticed the moonlight shining down on the thin steel wire attached to the end of the needle, my curiosity soon concealed the shock I felt during the study. When I noticed the moonlight shining on the thin wire at the end of the needle When I arrived, my curiosity quickly overwhelmed my curiosity. My next feeling was extremely painful. My whole body seemed to be struck by ten lightning at the same time. I trembled very badly, then continued to fuck, and then screamed in pain, breaking the air.
I collapsed next to me, unable to move, and still somehow able to remain conscious. I felt a pair of fragile little hands slid gently over the back of my head, probably Mary's, because this touch seemed to relieve a small amount of pain, although I still couldn't reach out a finger.
The pain I can't explain happened within a second, and it was all the time Pluto needed to make it struggle in the ultimate Jǐng exploration mobilization of his cringing prey. Fortunately for Archibald, his body has become useless because of great fear. This is a miraculous feat. It is overwhelmed by his desire to continue to live. All of this is good. But he has not drawn out his weapon yet. In fact, it may be my fault. I seem to remember slicing his sword into pieces or something. Anyway, without pulling out his weapon, Archibald spread his arms loosely, as if mocking the forbidding beast in front of him. The tip of the spear gleamed in the moonlight, and it danced in the air, as if responding to a phone call. However, even with so many unnecessary movements, there was not a single vacancy to take advantage of. Archibald took a step back, probably out of panic, with a smug but uneasy smile, and stretched out a hand as if he was trying to protect himself from attack, that is when I saw what he was doing. when. The edges around his palm were gleaming, ripples in the surrounding air, and the face of his real palm tree was as dark as the night sky.
"Not this time." The terrible solemn voice murmured.
Archibald's face twisted into extreme shock and panic. Just a few words can break his composure, because he seems to be aware of some terrible things. He immediately retreated, but he could not avoid the astonishing speed of our powerful opponent.
Archibald screamed, and the spear narrowly avoided his hand, stroking it across his chest diagonally, sprinkling a small amount of blood on the ground. Considering the amount of blood drawn, I don't think that scream is really appropriate. He immediately fell to the ground and kicked back frantically, because the place where he lived before was pierced again and again by a deadly spear, and he kicked back frantically. That person must have the luck of the devil to avoid all these consecutive attacks, just showing a little scratch like that. Archibald avoided a vicious conflict time and time again because he hurried away. I can't help being fascinated by Archibald's peculiar movements, but this is not the point. The relationship between us is not very good.
I forced myself to put up a finger tremblingly. Although it was still sad to do that, it was enough to satisfy my needs. I am no longer paralyzed.
"Lord Nix..." I breathed one last breath weakly like an old man. "Give me strength... kill my enemy..."
When I said the last sentence from my mouth, a strong wind blew outside. I felt the intoxicating power in my body again. I never like to use this power. Once I give a verbal command, I no longer rely on my own power. What is the point of killing the enemy if you don’t use your own power? This is half the source of the fun! But this feeling, this feeling of surging through my body's power is happy. In fact, if I let my attention stay for a while, I will be in serious danger of becoming addicted to it. Unfortunately, I had to maintain incredible willpower to prevent this from happening. I can only use the power of God, only twenty minutes, my body will be hurt. After that, I only heard rumors about previous disciples.
The surge in power has not only increased my strength. It empowers me with many abilities, enabling me to carry out my lord’s charges of death and violence, one of which is the ability to regenerate. Since death and violence can be found in most of the war, it would be a shame if I were cut in the war, so this power ensures that I can stand tall at the end of the war. Nevertheless, during that time, I really didn't have much time to use it. Strangely, when I was fighting the Chimaera beast, my eyes should have been restored. I bet it was because of what that bitch did to me.
When the strong wind blew away, the paralysis caused my body to leave. When I pulled out the steel pins, I immediately stood up. I thought this might surprise Mary a bit, although her expression didn't show much except for the curious expression.
"Mary," I said, walking in the direction of the one-sided battle, "take away what Archibald left behind and go into the woods. Now heal Lily."
I feel sick after saying these things. I don't want to say it. I definitely don't like it. However, she is a very powerful wizard. Although I don't want to admit it, I don't think my strength alone is enough to deal with all this.
"Okay." Mary replied quietly. "It takes 15 minutes to make this drug, and it takes another 10 minutes to work. Can you last that long?"
"I can drag that monster for so long" I muttered when I suddenly ran up. I thought I heard him say something like "I mean your body", but I'm not sure. I will not ignore it just because I noticed how much pressure I was under, so I just hope someone will notice and acknowledge my sacrifice, even once. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)