The manager of the test area poured himself a glass of water and pushed his glasses.
The two people on the screen finally fought in earnest, and he couldn't tell what he felt in his heart - not out of sympathy or guilt for the two on the battlefield, but more of a worry, for Randy Panther fear of losing.
Randy Panther, Sancho's Grey Fox. As a killer, his fighting skills are absolutely top-notch, but after all, his magic power reserve is not particularly good. Among the materials processed by Withering Castle, this killer is barely a first-class, but there is still a considerable gap from the top.
But Oliver Ramon is different. After his power has been bizarrely multiplied several times, he has perfectly reached the upper limit of the ability of surface creatures—
And is a true fighting genius.
In a state where the magic power of both sides was sealed and his state was not good, his offensive became more and more fierce. Ramon's swordsmanship is no longer regular, but like a beast that has finally followed his hunting instinct. His moves are unrestrained and extremely natural and beautiful.
A born warrior.
Now he can understand the expression on the face of the combat zone manager after he made the application, as if he saw the murder of his father and enemy. If Ramon's willpower was any weaker, he would never be able to grab such a perfect material anyway.
Now is a pinch, Glasses manages to swallow in small gulps. If Ramon kills Sancho's grey fox, he will immediately be transferred to the mobile camp for training and slip away from his palm - after all, once a rock has a crack, it will be very easy to conquer. The specialty of the mobile barracks. 300,000 is not expensive at all, if Ramon can really be trained as an excellent death row fighter, he can definitely become a rare weapon with a thousand.
Alban has not been very peaceful recently. If the guys in the battle zone sell him after training him, they will definitely get 30 million or more.
… short-sighted idiots who dare not take risks. The glasses management pushed the glasses on the bridge of the nose again.
People in the combat zone only see stable interests and have always lacked foresight. That's right, Oliver Ramon does have a very high risk of dying in the furnace of flesh and blood, just like the 1,326 people before. But he is almost the best sample in history, and they have two choices in their hands - choose 30 million gold coins with a 100% success rate, or choose a priceless treasure with a 1% success rate.
After all, no one can put a price on a god-level weapon of destruction.
The Forge of Flesh experiment had been going on for a long time, and this was the first time he had the opportunity to embark on this great and noble quest. His predecessors carefully selected thousands of people over a long history, but none of them succeeded. But they never doubted the correctness of this path.
After all, their basis is a clear fact - all life on the surface has an upper limit. An unnatural ceiling.
For the vast majority of life, life force is in perfect proportion to the strength and magic of spiritual force. But once the magic power exceeds a certain limit, the growth rate will be flat, approaching a certain value infinitely. At first they thought it was the limit of the biological body's ability to withstand magic, but when the limit of man and dragon are the same, this matter becomes subtle - like something adds a simple and rude to all living things. Power ceiling.
So what happens when you break it
Flesh forges require living creatures to maintain, and they never lack living materials.
For thousands of years, the furnace has melted into countless lives, and the power in it should be enough to create a shock - as long as the "nucleus" they drop has the qualifications to surpass the ceiling of power. In theory, then, people who are regarded as "nuclear" may be able to break away from the current limited magic system and show the true possibility of living things.
Then there is only one question left.
There are not many creatures close to the power ceiling, but it is definitely not a once in a thousand years. The problem is controllability. Once stripped of the current magic system, and their conjecture happens to be correct, they will create a real monster, an artificial god who is not bound by laws. The gatekeepers are not going to devote themselves to their ideals and leave such a big trouble to the surface - they must ensure that the creation is absolutely controllable.
And the answer is very simple, just destroy the will of the "nuclear". Completely annihilate the spirit of that life while he or she is stripped from the magic system. Make it the ultimate weapon that is not restricted by laws and obeys all orders obediently.
That is the real "beyond the truth", the real progress and glory of mankind.
They have everything ready. Relatively upright people are the easiest to destroy, and finding a guy with enough mental toughness is harder than finding a creature close to the ceiling of strength. Among the more than 1,000 people in front, there are hundreds of them who have forcibly improved their strength through experimental means, but they all failed to last until the last moment.
Not surprisingly. The test area management squeezed the cup tightly, thinking a little dejectedly. After all, they set up a magic circle to amplify negative emotions, and all the previous "nuclear" collapsed too early, without exception. Those idiots who don't know how to work, either can't face the real desperation in the furnace and end their lives, or they break down before the power shock is complete and give up on themselves completely - and eventually become part of the furnace of flesh and blood.
Come on, the glasses manager looked at the black figure in the light screen. Come and show me your persistence.
Oliver was a little dizzy. His sword was faster than his thoughts, and his blood seemed to be boiling metal. As if another person dominated his body, his speed was not slowed down by the injury, but was getting faster and faster.
He didn't think about death, he didn't think about pain, only the blade that cut through the air in his eyes. A strange sense of pleasure climbed Oliver's nerves, time was slowing down, and the other party's movements were slowing down. The bone sword cut through Randy's muscles, and the next moment the disgusting touch reached his palm. And Oliver was so numb he couldn't feel anything, his limited consciousness kept repeating broken simple sentences.
To defeat, you must defeat the opponent.
Randy felt the chill for the first time.
When he met this stubborn young man, he only regarded him as a first-class adventurer with good skills. It may be because the opponent's behavior is too honest, and he just blindly defends and evades the battle. He doesn't know how serious the opponent is when he gets up.
Now he prefers not to know.
Randy never thought he would lose, and he was in much better shape than the opponent. Targeted killing is again his specialty. But the other party seemed to have lost the sense of pain, and his movements were frighteningly flexible, like a ghost. The shield in his hand is getting heavier and heavier, and the wounds on his body are getting more and more, but the opponent is more and more at ease, and the attack is as elusive as a phantom.
His eyes without any emotion were glued to him, cold and focused. Oliver Ramon is analyzing his attack patterns at an astonishing rate, absorbing and exploiting them.
As time passed, Randy couldn't even hit each other again. And the strange knight opposite him seemed to have endless strength, and the curse of the pale sword could not be shaken off. The confident hunter has finally become the hunted party.
monster.
As soon as this thought crossed the killer's mind, his heavy shield was kicked away neatly, and his wrist made a crisp cracking sound that was overwhelmed. The opponent's heavy metal boots kicked Randy's abdomen, and the tall killer's eyes went black. After all, he couldn't maintain his balance - and then he was firmly pressed to the ground, unable to move half an inch.
The tip of the sword of rest rested on the killer's throat. The sharp white bone pierced the skin on Randy's neck, and the dark red blood beads rolled down the skin, leaving a dazzling bloodstain. Randy struggled a few times, but Oliver's knees pressed his chest tightly. His shield fell in the distance, his wrist was sprained, and his sturdy body was covered in wounds. Those sword wounds turned outwards, and warm blood continued to seep into the dark black ground.
Kurandi didn't give up.
Randy reached out and tried to punch Oliver's head with his fist, but was easily blocked. The killer used his last strength to attack again and again, but the result was more and more desperate. After several resistances, Randy let out a very light sigh, and the eyes finally dimmed. He turned his head to the side, the murderous aura gradually dissipating.
Oliver knew what Randy was trying to see, or looking for.
He recognized the sadness. There was no fear in his enemy's eyes—Randy was surprisingly calm, just looking a little sad. The steel-grey eyes finally stopped staring at the tip of the sword, and instead turned towards a direction that was empty.
Maura should be waiting very close for Randy to return, Oliver thought drowsily. What is she thinking now
But Nemo was also waiting for him.
He is about to take the lives of others with the sword born of blessing for his own desires. Under the sword of rest, is there the first time that there will be a dead soul that cannot rest in peace
But you have no choice. Oliver was gasping for breath, although there was plenty of air, and his lungs were not punctured by a rib, but breathing made him extremely painful. As long as the wrist is lightly exerted, the sword of rest is pinned down—
No, does he really have no choice
He used to believe that he was going to die. Not long ago, the Black Badge test in the frontier forest, the moment he faced Pandoratel. The person he loved was faced with the same choice, whether it made sense to save his own life, or to take that step...
The person he fell in love with was really gentle.
The bone sword was stabbed with force, and the blade was buried in the mud on the side of Randy's head. The killer opened his eyes subconsciously.
"If it wasn't for Nemo, I'd probably have done it long ago." Oliver gave the other party an extremely weak smile, "... Persistence is really hard."
Kill the person who protected you and pass on the pain of losing your loved one with your own hands. He may never really be able to return to Nemo's side, the rest of his life will be imprisoned in this moment, and he can no longer hold the other's hand confidently.
"If I really kill you, I'll probably have nightmares for the rest of my life. Why is my opponent you?"
Behind the pale skeleton helmet, the young man smiled very sadly.
"...And why am I here?"
Abandoning everything for the lover, betraying everything, and being the enemy of the whole world, it sounds like a kind of hopeless romance. Maybe Randy and Maura can really do it, Oliver thought. His own depravity may be understood by his peers, but as a true superior demon, Nemo's hostility only invites confusion and irreversible fear.
Once he takes that step, the one he loves won't have a chance to look back. He knows this.
You mustn't be the one to shake Nemo.
How he had wished he could be the other person's chain - to stop the other party from getting out of control, to prevent the other party from falling off a cliff. Then he can proudly block all doubts for the other party, and they can continue to live under the sun together.
He wants to be a better person for each other. However…
"Go to Nemo Wright of Tumbleweed when you escape from here," Oliver murmured, loosening his grip on the killer. His voice was hoarse, with a slight tremor. "Tell him about everything that happened here."
If all this had any meaning left, there was indeed something he could do. It is very cruel, but if the other party will be as painful as himself at the moment because of his departure. He does have a chance to become a yoke.
-Become the shackles that imprison the opponent in the sunlight.
"Tell him I didn't give up my principles for him, and I hope he doesn't either."
"Tell him that he will always find the most suitable solution, and I will always trust him."
"Tell him I love from the bottom of my heart..."
"… No, tell him, sorry."
When faced with a difficult situation, I take one step slowly, Nemo. Each time it took someone to rush ahead of me before I could muster the courage to follow.
This time, it was my turn to go first.
"I admit defeat." Oliver straightened his back and lowered his eyes.
Randy knew he should take the opportunity to take the other person's life, but he didn't move. He stood up quietly and looked at his unreasonably fierce enemy - the eye sockets behind the terrifying bones were slightly red, but the young man was still smiling.
The killer's throat slid, and he wanted to answer "yes". But the bloody soil rose up like waves in an instant, completely obscuring his vision, and when they returned to the ground a few seconds later—
The black figure has completely disappeared in place.
The light screen was on and off in the not-so-lit room, and the management of the test area finally put down the empty cup in his hand and breathed a long sigh of relief.
Well done, Ramon didn't give up in the end. Destiny is still on their side.
If Oliver Ramon can deal with "real despair," they might actually succeed this time around. After all, the most desperate thing is not being forced to break the principle, nor is it choosing to abandon hope to end everything in order to stick to the principle.
Thousands of years of experimentation and observation, they are more familiar with human nature than anyone—
The real despair exists after the moment of courage, when you are ready to face death. The warriors embraced their last attachment to the world and were ready to give their lives to stand firm.
Then I found myself unable to rest in peace.
,Wonderful!
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