In the snowy tundra, under the snowflakes all over the sky, the two brothers looked at each other as always, but the familiar cold air could not cool down the boiling emotions.
Sword shadow, knife light, seems to be slicing time.
Inexplicably, flesh and blood were flying, but consciousness fell into memory.
Before I knew it, when the four magic swords were ready, I seemed to take another step forward.
If in the previous duel with Sophocles, I used my restrained characteristic ability to compete with the Lord God, perhaps now, in the eyes of the world, I have also reached the standard of the Lord God.
"guilty."
Magic Sword·Vengeance, the phantom of the sleepless floats in the air, every time the mallet falls, not only snowflakes, but also our souls are thrown down.
Perhaps, this magic sword can hurt Cavens to such a degree, which is the most direct proof.
Over time, this sword is reckoning with our "sin" and delivering soul-level attacks based on the magnitude of the sin.
At this stage, Cavens' sin was much heavier than mine, so each time he was hit harder.
But every trial, the magic power in my body is greatly depleted, and this inexplicable feeling of collapse makes people nauseous. After all, this sword is still used by me.
"Oh, to judge myself with my own sword is like suicide, but I'm afraid that no matter what method we use to fight, we will eventually develop to this stage..."
In order to maintain the characteristics of the two magic swords of Northland and Vengeance at the same time, I paid a lot of magic power. Even if the ability of the mature Arbiter bloodline to restore magic is outrageous, the frontal battle is still at a disadvantage.
Cavens' black magic sword slammed into it, and the fast sword that couldn't be locked by the naked eye slashed across my cheek... But in the end, it deflected for a moment, but it didn't hit the fatal part.
"Oh, cut it here."
I pointed to the fragile neck, but Cavens didn't respond to my taunt.
Yes, it's not that he can't bear it, it's just that he doesn't dare to cut.
At this point, I had a wound on my right shoulder all the way to my chest, almost penetrating my heart.
And the same part of Cavens, the exact same wound, from the right shoulder to the chest, where the heart stopped, was burning hot.
"Vengeance, blood for blood, wound for wound."
This is the second function of the magic sword and revenge. The principle is actually exactly the same as the first, and the same is to liquidate the criminals according to the degree of "sin", but its liquidation is instant.
When this magic sword is activated, within the range of its ability, under the gaze of the inquisitor Sleepless, all harming actions will be directly inscribed on the injurer.
Cut off the opponent's head, your head will fall, cut off the opponent's arm, your arm will fall, this is a magic sword of victory that cannot be won, but also a magic sword that will never lose .
Yes, from the beginning, I didn't think I would be able to beat Cavens in close combat, I just hoped not to lose.
"It's really strong and unreasonable..."
Even if I have been mentally prepared, the swordsman aptitude of this kid Cavans is above me, the magic aptitude is above me, and the combat experience is above me. I should not be able to beat hand-to-hand combat. People are very angry.
Speed, strength, and skill were all suppressed, and every sword was instantly seen through and then countered.
No matter what kind of trap is set, the next blow will definitely shatter all the battle layout and thinking, and finally become a melee relying on instinct, and then be dragged down by the opponent's rich experience in indiscriminate warfare.
Neither side used the profound meaning of swordsmanship and the great magic of long-term singing, because at such a distance, in this chaotic snow disaster battlefield, the seemingly simple flat cut was the best choice for the two sword saints.
Snowflakes kept fluttering, the dark sword and lightsaber kept colliding, and the flesh and blood flew across the snow, dyed a new bright red, and everything fell into a cycle.
Slash horizontally, stab straight, dodge, counterattack, trade injury for injury, and then be attached to the same injury.
The swordsmanship practice of childhood was staged again. Although both sides brought killing intent this time, from the results, there was no difference. I was still at a disadvantage.
What's even worse is that Cavens is still getting stronger.
Yes, although the injury is getting heavier and heavier, regardless of strength, speed, skill, and accuracy, they are all rising slowly and steadily. The same skill is used once and it will be ineffective, and the original effective ultimate move will be directly forcibly cracked next time. This seemingly ordinary, but actually cheating-like fighting talent is as shameless as ever.
That instinctive fighting instinct is really a headache.
In the face of the strange ability to counter injuries, most people will hesitate, and even consider whether they will win if they continue in this way, and it is possible to stop directly.
That would give me enough time to charge up the Sword of Dawn and deliver a deadly (and die) blow.
But Cavens, at the moment of finding the counter-injury, the moment I started to charge up, did not hesitate to exchange the injury for the injury, preventing me from accumulating power.
What's even more troublesome, I can feel that the damage of Magic Sword Revenge to it has begun to be discounted, and he is vaguely resistant to the power of the law.
"Ha, I'm used to it, Roland, do you have any other trump cards?"
Blocking the ice pick that suddenly fell, Cavens laughed very hard.
I know better than anyone that the power of the law is not omnipotent, it is just a subordinate concept of the power of order, an existence at the same level as the Holy Light, it is just a new supernatural power in this world, and has no essence with magic The difference will be resisted and eliminated as well, but it's really frustrating to see Cavens adapt to the ace so quickly.
"Oh, who wouldn't dare to say big words, okay, I'm standing still, do you dare to cut my neck?"
Even if he is resistant to the first liquidation ability of the magic sword, the second ability to instantly rebound damage still makes this battle destined to be a battle of fatigue.
We all know that it is impossible to directly kill the opponent. He has been guarding against my left hand without a sword. The four-element seal is still the trump card to end this battle.
Most of his swordsmen chose my ankles, arms and other limbs. It seems that eliminating my ability to move and fight seems to be the way he chose to win.
Suddenly, Cavens was silent, and he directly inserted his sword into the snow.
"...It's really boring, Roland, it seems that you didn't plan to win me from the beginning. No, you didn't think about the possibility of killing me from the beginning."
I wanted to refute, but looking at those familiar indifferent pupils, I didn't say anything in the end.
Yes, the power of the law has turned into a double-edged sword of revenge, which seems to be powerful, but it actually has a restrictive effect.
Limiting the fighting between the two sides, limiting the hand-to-hand combat between the two sides, and delaying the time for the two sides to decide the outcome, but did not improve our chances of winning.
Those who really want to win will put resources into strengthening their advantages and trying to overwhelm their opponents, but I, from the beginning, thought about not losing and how to die together.
There is nothing wrong with this strategy. Under normal circumstances, the strength of Cavans should be higher than mine, and the weaker will give priority to not losing. There is nothing wrong with it.
Combined with the special connectedness of our souls, it makes perfect sense to consider not losing.
The current scene makes Cavens dissatisfied? Does he think I'm making fun of him
"I killed you seriously, but you perfunctory, what do you mean?"
Maybe that's what he meant.
Suddenly, Cavens laughed, terribly.
"It seems that I still need to give you a little motivation... Roland, do you think that since there are two gates, there is no third gate? You think that killing my demon embryo and mother body can stop me, have you forgotten? , the main plane... and the bloodline that you and I both know!"
"what?"
At that moment, I thought about it a lot, but then, Cavins, who was laughing and swinging his sword, the magic sword that exuded a dangerous smell, blocked all the words.
Even if I comfort myself and tell myself the main plane and my allies, the underworld and the holy light side will not watch all this worsen, even if I have reserved insurance in advance for that bloodline, but many emotions still make me shake.
In the next second, I also made up my mind, the accumulated ice and snow was enough, and the winning ace must end this battle as soon as possible.
Taking a deep breath, the ice and snow magic sword was inserted into the snow, and the snow field began to boil.
"Go on. Zero's march."