…
a month of Sundays.
But full of joy.
She seems to have returned to the battlefield 400 years ago, fighting with the enemy in blood. Only this time, she doesn't need to worry about the pain after failure, she doesn't need to watch her friend die in her arms, and she doesn't have to be overwhelmed by the heavy responsibility of the task.
The best thing is that both the devil and herself can feel the pain of the sharp edge in the fight.
And where there is pain, there is truth.
"Female... I have to say you did a good job," Kabradabi threw a bloody arm to the ground, "although still not out of the reptilian category, but already much better than most of your kind. I really didn't pick the wrong person, your performance makes me happy!"
"Really?" Zooey responded vaguely, and then spat out a piece of minced meat, "It's a pity that your meat is too bad to eat."
This is the fifth day after the battle... or the seventh? She does not have the ability to estimate the time without the help of the sun, moon and stars, and can only roughly estimate the date based on the natural reaction of her body. The time here should be frozen in a cycle. For example, thirst and hunger will disappear abruptly when they become obvious, and return to the original state. If it is regarded as a day, it is reasonable, otherwise, let alone a few years, a few days can make people unable to move.
The heart-piercing pain from the severed arm was obviously not a fair contest. The opponent could use magic to condense a long sword, and all she could rely on was her fists and feet, plus a set of teeth.
But Zooey didn't care about fairness at all.
Because winning or losing is not the point at all.
The pursuit on the battlefield is to kill the enemy and protect oneself, but not here. The severed limbs will be reunited in the dark, no matter how many injuries they receive, they will not lose consciousness, and without death, the pain will be eternal.
To create pain, you don't have to use a sword to do it.
She noticed that this was the first time the other party took the initiative to slow down and speak since the war began.
"But your perseverance is meaningless," the high-ranked devil held down the injured shoulder, and the bloody wound quickly recovered as before, "An attack like this is not even a hair. If you want to defeat me with your teeth, I'm afraid I'm going to be disappointed and I'm going to break your teeth a little bit and stuff them in your stomach, get ready!"
"But you still feel pain, don't you?" Zooey gasped, watching her arm gradually recover, "By the way, I want to ask one more question, is that kind of pain particularly familiar?"
"Female, what do you mean by that?"
No, be patient, don't let him see his intoxication, that will make the fun less
Even though she thought so, she couldn't help but chuckle, "When you're half dead, you should be able to feel it every day..." She pointed to the position of her shoulder blade, "Prick it from here and cut off a piece completely. Meat is coming, judging from the frequency of your body shaking at that time, it shouldn't be too uncomfortable. Ah, I seem to have forgotten to introduce, the person who took good care of you along the way is me."
"Bug!" Kabradabi was suddenly furious, roaring and slashing with his sword, "I'm going to crush you!"
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Day sixteen, or more.
The pitch-black ground was covered with blood, most of it was reddish-brown, and a small part of it was blue.
In addition to this, there are scattered amputated limbs, internal organs... and of course teeth. Although the missing parts will be filled up in a short time, the things that are separated from the body will not disappear. Fighting in such an environment, if you are not careful, you will slip and fall. But because of this, Zooey got two barely usable weapons, a femur removed from his thigh, and half the devil's spine.
The former is equivalent to a short hammer, and the latter can be used as a stabbing sword. As long as it does not collide with the magic weapon, the two are quite easy to swing.
Four hundred years is enough time for them to become experts in all kinds of weapons.
And the part she likes to attack the most is still the opponent's shoulder.
Pain is sometimes not even related to the size of the wound.
"If you're tired, you might as well take a rest now," Zooey hung her spine around her waist and moved her numb wrists, "After all, you're going to torture me for a long time, and it will be more enjoyable if you take it slow."
"..." The devil didn't respond for the first time, its chest heaving, its scarlet eyes fixed on the transcendent witch, and the initial contempt disappeared from the inhuman face.
The strength of the two has not been reversed. The various abilities of the high-level devil ensure its dominant position in the battle. Zooey often needs to pay several times the price to hit the opponent. Once a mistake occurs, it will be very long. After a period of torment, it was commonplace to have fingers broken off one by one and belly cut open, but even so, the atmosphere gradually changed.
Zooey didn't care about the silence of the other party at all, "I said... Is this the space you created?"
Probably really needed a break, Kabradabi opened his mouth slowly, "This is the stream of consciousness, the combination of magic and soul, and it doesn't need anyone to create it. Reptile species like you, I'm afraid it will be difficult. Understand. There is no chance of entering the stream of consciousness.”
"I've seen bigger ones, as complete as a world," she interrupted. "Some people have trees and heaven and earth. Unlike here, there's nothing."
"Stop laughing, female!" the devil growled, "You have no idea how much magic it takes to construct an entity in a stream of consciousness, let alone a complete world! The only thing that can do this is the source of magic! "
"It's the source of magic again... It's the same as the realm of gods, it's just an ethereal concept. I don't know where it is, but it sounds like you've seen it before." Zooey took off her spine and held it in her hands again.
"This is the information engraved in the inheritance, and only you can know nothing about it!"
"Then you can go into more detail and come up with evidence to convince me."
"Female, do you think I'm a fool?" Kabradabi was furious, "How could I, Mr. Kabradabi, have such a poor cliché skill?"
Before he finished speaking, a "throwing spear" pierced its head.
That white spear body was exactly the spine that Zooey held before.
"Since you don't want to talk, the rest time is over. When you want to talk, it won't be too late to take a break." She stretched her leg bones and rushed towards the swaying opponent.
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The tens of days.
"Why," Kabradabi had completely lost his initial momentum, he blocked the sword of magic power in front of his chest, and stared at Zoe as if he was looking at a monster, "Aren't you afraid of pain!"
"If the war 400 years ago made me accustomed to this feeling, and the sinking 400 years later made me forget it. If there is something that is always with you and found again, would you be afraid of it?" Zoe Raising the corner of her mouth, at this moment, she no longer needs to hide herself, "Actually, I have to thank you. The experience that His Majesty cannot give will be compensated by you."
"You... lunatic!"
"Compared to hundreds of years, this is just a short moment. Now, it's your turn to please me."
When Zooey inserted her five fingers into the devil's chest again, the scene in front of her suddenly reversed, her flesh, internal organs, and corpses all turned into nothingness, and a strong sense of dizziness enveloped her.
When she opened her eyes again, the dome of the third frontier city hall reappeared in front of her eyes.