Knowing that I can keep up with his attack gave me a new determination. Every time he tries, I can stop him, there is no doubt about that. The time to measure the opponent's strength has passed, and now I am about to launch an attack.
When I heard the dull clang, I set off to attack. My blade drew a line diagonally in the air. When Pluto stepped back gently, I didn't see Pluto's torso, followed by his little dance, another strong thrust. When I moved forward, his spear pierced my cheek, but it failed to hit the flexible little monkey again. I left the ground at my accelerated speed, within reach, and for the first time saw Pluto's appearance, there was no shadow covering his face. He has a young face, suffering from sorrow and pain. In addition to wanting to kill, his eyes were empty, showing the strongest expression I have ever seen, which actually caused my body to get cold. His pale lips did not tremble at all, and he continued to stare at me with that hollow face, which I found strange. If he has no stamina, shouldn't he have trouble breathing? But if he is not, then why does the sound of our blades still become more dull
When I got close enough, I twitched violently with the handle of my weapon, hoping to feel the impact of his soft fleshy body, but only encountered the hardness of his spear handle. Nevertheless, my efforts pushed him into the air. He did a simple backflip, landed gracefully on his feet, slid out of my blade, and slammed into my back again. I quickly turned around, intercepted the spear with my blade, and heard the only scariest sound I heard when I was in the opposite position. My eyes widened in shock, and I could hardly bear the incredible things that just happened.
At that time, time seemed to slow down, and I finally experienced something personally, although I would rather never happen to it. As the lower part of my epee completely separated from the rest, the steel fragments exploded in all directions. Among all those gleaming fragments, a solid, pointed fragment came straight at my stomach. My sword is broken.
I have never felt the pain before, the feeling of something sharp and heavy that pierced my stomach. My armor gave way like paper, with almost no resistance or protection, as if I was hollowed out on the spot. This is painful. No, pain won't even tear apart a person's sex like that. Maybe it's pain? No, it's not enough. This kind of pain cannot be described in words, probably because there are few survivors of this kind of injury, and those who have unconsciously blocked their thoughts.
I snarled in pain, or at least I thought I was like this. It's hard to tell. I have experienced too much terrible pain, because without a better word, I cannot understand or deal with what happened outside of my stomach. All I know is that the further the spear advances, the more unfathomable the damage it receives. I think I might feel relaxed when it passes completely behind my back, but that is just wishful thinking. Then he pulled it out. Time seems to have passed because all the power has disappeared from my body, but in reality it may only be a few seconds. After that, I couldn't feel anything because I fell into the growing pool of blood under my feet.
"H-ho?" I had a bad cough, a bad cough.
"Because you foolishly believe that your strength is enough to match me." He replied simply, without emotion. "Only nine blows opened your sword, but you stood idly by. The tenth person pierced it, and you still believe that you have the upper hand. The eleventh blow witnessed your end."
No, eleven blows won't hurt my thick blade unless... he can't! Don't be in this fierce battle! The only way he can penetrate my sword is for him to repeatedly hit the same spot, but this kind of jīng does not exist at all! Not because I wiggled it in that unpredictable way, not when he should be worried about keeping his head attached to his neck! Unless he didn't worry about death from the beginning, for example, the idea of me killing him never appeared in his mind. Didn't I have a chance in the beginning? I think I finally understand how terrible this mortal is.
Well, at least I can finally get the power I need to save my dear Violet. I feel that my impressive regenerative ability cannot keep me alive.
"I know what you are thinking" Pluto said in an almost whispered voice. "You are promised great power after death, and you will return to life in an unparalleled way. This stupid illusion is the reason why your loyal followers will never live long."
"Heh," I breathed in pain. "Wait and see... I will become stronger... more than you could... imagine..."
"You won't. I have killed many people like you before, but none of them have been resurrected from the dead. Why do you think you have never seen one?"
"Hey, whatever you say... I won't be fooled..."
"You will die because you know your gods are liars and fakes. You will curse them after death because you can never get revenge." Pluto murmured towards the forest with a bloody spear in his hand.
"Stop..." I muttered, reaching out a hand in vain to try to stop him.
When my hand was pierced and stuck on the ground, I cried, moaning on the clenched teeth, and the spear was slowly pulled out. Pluto didn't even look at me. He continued walking without missing a step, until suddenly, he stopped. He brought the spear to the defensive position, which just blocked the huge impact and made him lose his balance. I opened my eyes in shock, wondering who could do this to the goalkeeper, until now Pluto has not been hit in any way.
"My, my," an annoying voice sneered. "I left you alone for a few minutes, and it turned out to be like this? This warrior who was dead is now a scene loved by his mistress."
"Ma-Maki..."
"You sound surprised." He said, his little body leaping lazily in the air until he kept a certain distance from our enemy.
"why?"
"Because you failed." The little rodent's drool. "I really thought you would fight harder, but I guess the hostess was right about you. You are really a weak and incompetent dog."
I gritted my teeth again, but this time it was different. I hate this dirty toy very much, and this emotion barely touches my feelings for his master.
"You know, if it wasn't for your lack of ability, I wouldn't use it here. I've been waiting, but did you fall too fast? Why can't you live longer than this fool?"
He meant to wait until I was fatally injured before he appeared? Why didn't he intervene before that? I don't think it matters. Once I become a martyr, I will tell them what power is. I will first turn the puffy hair ball into a beautiful rag or something.
"The expression on your face seems to be pleading, why? Why didn't you come to save me sooner?" He imitated in an angry mocking way. I think this annoys me even more because of his amazingly accurate tone. "Well, my stupid, stupid, stupid person, I know, that's because neither the hostess nor I will think about whether you will die so miserably. So you, unlike the worthless thief, can die. Here, and now what I care about."
I think there are too many unnecessary insults, but put this aside until I can figure out his apology, what is the point of Archibald
"What's the point of a worthless thief?" I think I can tell you too. He can't come here because he will definitely die. There is no doubt about this! I can't let this happen. When I knew that my mistress was desperate to seek some kind of wonderful retribution for what he had stolen, the situation was different. The torture he will suffer... I am very jealous!" He drooled with an ecstatic smile.
I see. I hope I can feel sorry for him, but I can't. I just can't.
"So now," Markey started, and he turned his floppy head back to Pluto, who was busy measuring how strong his new goal was. Pluto's lips were pressed tightly together, and he tried to prevent the anger from erupting from his face. "I can't let you into the forest yet, and I can't kill you, so why don't we take a break and wait another five minutes?"
Markey's problem was quickly stabbed, easily avoided with a lazy bounce, and he turned around, facing the same movement with his back. This is a clumsy move by Pluto. He managed to turn the suffocating air into all kinds of biting cold.
"I think so too." Morkey murmured, his strange slowness somehow ensured his survival. "This feeling in the air. You are not an ordinary warrior. The hostess will be very happy."
"Return to Earth, dwarf. You have no right to be in the upper reaches of this world."
"Oh, no, thank you. I remember what happened before I woke up, I can only say that the world is more interesting."
The spear spins in the air at an imperceptible speed, but even so, it is not enough to give a fatal blow. Since the power of my lord has completely disappeared, I can hardly follow these movements. When the goalkeeper continued to add emotions with every missed blow, anger had evolved into anger, until finally, a thin scratch appeared on Mackey's cheek, allowing a small amount of cotton to pass through. At the moment of contact, when he was sure that he was safely out of danger, he suddenly rushed out and circled that place. (To be continued) (End of this chapter)