Kingdom’s Bloodline

"Over the years..."

Facing the extremely cold words of the Death Crow, Nicolai responded calmly: "Monty, this is the first time you haven't raised an argument with me."

It was as if he had lost all emotion just a moment ago.

"Don't even bother to argue?"

However, only the low sound of the wind responded to Nicolai in the cracks in the rock.

as well as--

"Whoosh!"

Hearing the sudden sound of the crossbow, Thales stopped breathing.

I saw Nikolai's body swaying violently, and he turned sideways in embarrassment, avoiding the fatal arrow that pierced the air!

"Boom!"

After the muffled sound, a short arrow was firmly nailed to the ground not far from the meteorite's shoulder, and the shaft of the arrow was still shaking.

"Nice dodge."

Monty's voice came from behind the rock again.

Lying on his side on the ground, Nikolai was gasping for breath—even though he tried his best to dodge, the light armor on his left shoulder was still grazed by the powerful arrow, leaving an unsightly damage.

"But how many more times can you roll with that arrow?"

The meteorite frowned slightly, turned his head and glanced at the arrow shaft on the right back, and looked at the wound on his chest with pain: the tip of the arrow was slightly exposed, dripping with blood.

Obviously, the dodge just now made his injury worse.

"Why?"

I only heard Nicolai hoarsely say: "What benefits did the people of the stars give you?"

"Monty!"

But Nikolai, who hadn't finished asking, changed his face suddenly,

Put your left hand on the ground and dodge again!

"Peng!"

The crossbowstring rang again, and the sharp arrow pierced through the air.

"clang!"

Another crossbow bolt was firmly planted next to Nikolai's thigh, leaving behind a frightening muffled sound.

The leg armor of the meteorite was scratched by it, and a little bit of bright red appeared under the clothes.

Beside the stream, in this small clearing surrounded by rocks, the seriously injured man was pale, panting on the ground.

Face terrifying foes that hide from view.

"Did you hear the sound of your own flesh and blood being torn apart by barbs?" The voice of the Death Crow sounded faintly, full of viciousness and malice, constantly hitting the opponent's psychology.

But this time, the tormented Nicolai did not speak again.

Instead, his sweaty face was intensely focused.

The Meteorite endured the severe pain in his chest, firmly stretched out his left hand, and grabbed the golden saber with a black handle.

Thales frowned.

"It's a pity, the power of the Rising Sun Saber can't resist arrows..."

Monty's sneer sneered in the cracks of the rock, following the uncertain wind, moving from far to near: "Are you thinking: If the Blade of Severing Soul is still there, it would be fine—"

But the words of the Death Crow stopped abruptly!

I saw Nikolai knelt up and got up calmly, his left hand brushed the back of his head, and the sun saber stretched out to his back.

Thales stared, surprised.

He is...

The Meteorite's blade brushed over the arrow shaft exposed outside the carapace, bringing out a few traces of sparks.

"Zizi..."

Amidst the weird hissing sound, the arrow shaft that had been cut off in an instant fell powerlessly to the ground, one side of which was still faintly red, emitting faint white smoke.

Nicolai coughed: "You know, this knife that looks like fire really can't be used to block arrows..."

His blade returned to his chest, close to the wound.

There was another terrible sizzle.

While Nicolai grunted with difficulty, his blade and right hand left the wound on his chest together.

Thales' eyes widened.

I saw a small but ferocious barbed arrow cluster, and the broken arrow body was pulled out from the chest by the man without hesitation.

Except for the sweat on his forehead, the Meteorite didn't even twitch his brows, as if what he just cut was someone else's wound: "However, debridement and taking arrows, and stopping the bleeding by the way, are still very effective..."

The moment Nikolai's words fell, the crossbow arrows struck again!

"Shua!"

Amid the sound of breaking through the air, Nikolai turned sharply.

The twist of fate surged in his body, bringing out changes in his figure!

"Ding!"

The new crossbow passed through the afterimage of the target, barely nailed to Nikolai's boots a few inches away, buzzing with the remaining force.

Thales looked at the scene in front of him worriedly: Looking at the crossbow bolt on the ground, the meteorite gasped lightly, but was not injured.

Compared with before, Nikolai who took out the arrow cluster in his body seemed to be able to do a job with ease.

For the first time, the Death Crow's deadly cold arrow failed.

Oops—Thales couldn't help but clenched his sword tightly.

"Six seconds, old friend."

"You go from winding, aiming, distance measuring to firing, a full six seconds - almost the same as eighteen years ago," the meteorite took a deep breath, he stretched out his right hand, and lightly clenched his fist, although not as agile as before, But no longer hindered by the arrow trapped in the body:

"Combined with the movement after shooting an arrow, the interval between each arrow is at least seven to nine seconds-safely seven to nine seconds."

Nikolai's face returned to calm, he let go of his hand lightly, and a small cluster of arrows fell from it.

The wound on his chest was sealed by the high temperature long ago, and the wound on his back no longer bleeds—the power of finishing gathered in the bone near the arrow wound, surging continuously, urging the muscles to contract and seal the wound.

"Shua!"

The arrow wind sounded again.

The meteorite turned around abruptly before he finished speaking, and turned around with a knife!

Thales shuddered, and the hell's senses slowed down the scene in front of him in an instant: the silver light in Nicolai's body radiated, driving the body, turning around inconceivably, leaving behind trails of afterimages.

His blade is nimble and swift, cutting through the crossbow arrows in the air.

"laugh!"

In the sparks, the sun saber split it in two without hindrance.

The figure of the meteorite paused slightly.

The picture in front of Thales returned to normal.

On the ground in the distance, a short arrow that was split into two sections continued to caste unabated until it fell far away.

Thales' brows became tighter and tighter: he could see that, although he still had the stagnation after the injury, the Meteorites had slowly recovered the situation.

Nikolai held the slightly red sun saber in his left hand, and took a deep breath: "You're right, Monty."

The pale man frowned and looked at his left rib: there was a serious scratch on the light armor.

He shook the weapon in his hand dissatisfied, "This steaming knife is too sharp, even if it hits a crossbow arrow, it can't make it deflect."

"I'm starting to miss the old knife."

The meteorite raised his head, and he began to pace slowly, looking around the surrounding rocks vigilantly.

"Son of a bitch," Monty's voice floated again, with a slight tone, and there was a little boredom in the vulgar words, repeating Thales' worries: "If you take arrows from the battlefield in severe pain, there is still time to count my Rate of fire..."

"You, a big soldier who only knows how to cut people, when did you become so powerful?"

Nikolai gently moved his badly injured right arm, looking for the limit of the injury, and sneered disdainfully: "Didn't I say that this age is exactly when we are at our strongest—before our physical fitness declines and our skills decline? In addition, experience and knowledge, experience and will gradually precipitated into the most reliable strength."

The meteorite sneered, and anger flashed in his eyes: "And you can't imagine, what kind of experience was given to me that night in Longxiao City six years ago..."

Thales, who was recovering his strength during the rest, was moved, and couldn't help recalling that nightmare night.

Especially under Luba's sneer, those black crossbows, and the mesmerizing sound of them when they were fired together.

Ruthless and indifferent.

Also, those white-bladed guards who desperately surrounded him and the little slippery head, including the unwilling and painful expressions on their faces when they were severely injured...

"Compared to that," Nicolai's sneer brought Thales back to reality: "Monty, every time you shoot, you have to match the distance and wind direction, and calculate the opponent's movement trajectory..."

Monty didn't answer.

"Unfortunately."

Nicolai grinned sneeringly: "My finishing power is best at changing the trajectory halfway."

"bass!"

Another muffled sound, accompanied by the next crossbow arrow!

but……

Thales saw solemnly: the twist of fate in Nicolai's body flickered slightly.

He stopped his forward steps in an instant, bent his body backward, and dodged the arrow that should have pierced his chest like a prophet!

"Hold!"

Monty's furious shout came from afar.

In response to him, Nicolai shook his head indifferently: "Come again, Monty——I'm almost there, and I know where you are."

He stared fixedly at the area in front of him to the left, and the saber in his left hand kept turning.

Silence returned to the wasteland.

Only Nikolai, who was staring at the rock, and Thales, who was leaning on the shield and replying on the ground, were left.

Thales sighed heavily: Obviously, the situation has changed.

"Hahahaha," the Deathcrow's laughter resounded faintly, with a touch of desolation in it: "You know, Thorn, you remind me of Kaslan..."

Nikolai's eyes stopped in the air.

Kaslan?

A bold old man who persuaded him to drink appeared in Thales' mind, but the prince never saw him again—it is said that the old man died in the Palace of Heroes in the end.

"Every time, in the confrontation between Kaslan and Terende, the fierce and unquenchable fire has the upper hand, and the moment when it is about to defeat the iceberg..."

Just listen to Monty's words and continue: "Counterattack, trap, lure the enemy... Caslan has a way to kill at the last moment, turn defeat into victory, reverse and knock down Tyrande - even the bow can't help him."

Nikolai was puzzled for a moment before reacting.

Unquenchable fire, Tyrend.

His eyes dimmed: the former vanguard of the White Blade Guard, a great warrior of the same generation as Kaslan.

"There's always a way, there's always a way...you really are becoming more and more like that iceberg." Monty sighed.

No.

Nicolai breathed lightly: Whether it's Kaslan or Tyrande...

They, as well as Dominique, Black, Lycon, Saul, Ball...these old faces in the White Blade Guard.

Nikolai clenched the blade in his hand expressionlessly.

At this moment, I only heard the Death Crow say indifferently: "What are you waiting for, Your Highness?"

Following his voice, the crossbowstring rang again!

The Meteorite, who was slightly in a trance, was startled, and the Fold of Fate was activated immediately, and he immediately turned around, narrowly avoiding the arrow!

But it's not over.

"call!"

The sword wind rang!

Behind him, Thales had already arrived in front of him at some point!

The prince slashed with his sword fiercely, and shrouded Nicolai, who had just dodged the sniper attack, under the edge of the sword.

"clang!"

Nikolai raised the knife calmly, and in the most unfavorable posture, slid away Thales' attack with difficulty.

Thales gritted his teeth, and the shield slammed into him hard!

"Bang!" "Clang!"

Nikolai's right shoulder pressed against the shield, and the blade of his left hand caught the prince's ensuing puncture.

"Stand back, little prince," the Meteorite exerted force from his waist, pushed Thales back hard, and warned impatiently, "Otherwise you will lose one hand—or more."

Thales snorted coldly: "Didn't you say: It's enough for me to keep one hand for eating."

As soon as the angry Nicolai was about to speak, he felt a warning sign in his heart.

He bowed his head immediately!

"call out!"

Another crossbow arrow volleys in the air!

It passed behind Nikolai's left ear, bringing out a scorching wave of air.

"Look, you don't have to worry about me," Thales exhaled, evaluating his remaining physical strength, and said solemnly:

"Your real opponent is on the other side."

Nicolai let out a low growl, his eyes were unfriendly, and the sword wounds drawn by Thales were still bright red on his face.

The second prince's long sword stabs again!

As soon as the meteorite raised his saber to block, he realized something was wrong.

Sure enough, the long sword Thales stabbed halfway suddenly swerved, and inconceivably bypassed the blade intercepted by the meteorite!

It's a feint.

A feint made by the twist of fate.

hell!

The meteorite cursed in his heart: That's my move.

He took a quick step back, dodging Thales' sword that turned a stab into a slash.

For the first time, Thales twitched the corners of his mouth as he pushed back his opponent head-on.

really.

Nikolai was seriously injured on the right chest. Although he suppressed the injury for the time being, it can be seen from the fact that he had to use the knife with his left hand. From his dominant hand, to his footsteps and balance, the Meteorite was greatly affected, far from the last good condition.

Thales let out a sigh of relief: Fighting against this terrifying man is no longer as stressful as before.

And—Thales put his sword on the shield, his eyes were fierce—he knew that he had the two biggest advantages:

First of all, Nikolai didn't want to kill him unless it was absolutely necessary.

Otherwise, it would be meaningless for the meteorites to chase here for Longxiao City.

Secondly, this is not a battle between Thales and Nicolai, but a duel between the Death Crow and the Meteor.

They put their minds on each other—Prince of the Stars, at best, it's just an arena.

Therefore, as long as you try your best to cause trouble for the other party and let the meteorite reveal enough flaws, then the Death Crow hidden in the dark can...

"Want to play?"

Nicolai looked at him angrily: "Then keep your eyes open!"

The next moment, the saber in his left hand was immediately in front of him!

Thales raised his shield, but then his heart skipped a beat.

In the sense of hell, the power of termination in Nicolai's body surged, the blade cut out, and then turned instantly.

A twist of fate.

it again.

Instantly change the direction, reverse the inertia, no matter dodge or attack, it is a twist of fate with miraculous effects!

Thales subconsciously aroused the crime of Hell River, imitating the silver needle light erupting from the opponent's bone, pulling back the shield abruptly amidst the muffled sound and pain of the bone joints, turning to the opponent's real attack, At the same time, the right hand draws out the sword and stabs the enemy straight, preparing to play the game of "you change and I change" with the enemy again.

His shield and Nikolai's weapon passed each other in the air, making an imperceptible sound: "Ding!"

No.

etc.

Seeing Nicolai's fierce expression, Thales couldn't help his heart beating violently, feeling bad.

not that simple……

"Huh!" The blade roared, with a stern momentum, going straight.

Thales was taken aback.

This time, Dead Face did not activate Fold of Fate!

He also didn't exert special effects of finishing power, didn't change his body shape and inertia, and didn't bypass Thales' stabbing sword!

but—

"Ahhh—" Nicolai roared angrily.

Instead, he swung his knife forward without hesitation!

"Tch!" Thales' rapier brushed against Nikolai's left shoulder, and blood spattered.

But the blade of the Meteorite has no other considerations, and goes straight to the middle!

In the next second, Thales, who was still maintaining his evasive posture, retreated in embarrassment with his sword and shield, only felt a chill in his throat, and his heart jumped.

When he came back to his senses, he had already had the Rising Sun Saber pinned to his neck.

"Fate is the same as war, it is the art of deceiving the enemy," Nicolai said, regardless of the injury on his shoulder, his eyes were cold: "but if you are too addicted to the effect of deceiving the enemy, relying too much on feints and changing directions Gained the advantage……"

The man didn't go on.

Thales sighed. He lowered his shield and lifted the hilt of his sword upside down to admit defeat.

Nikolai exerted a little force on his hands, and snorted coldly, threatening: "This is what will happen to you..."

"Hey!" There was another crossbow in the distance!

The face of the meteorite changed.

At the same time, Thales's upside-down sword blade was cut out with a backhand!

Attacked from both sides, Nicolai's face changed, and he cursed, but only had time to burst out a word: "Fuck!"

The fold of fate in the body of the meteorite circulated again, forcibly twisting his figure!

Nicolai perfectly dodged Thales's backhand sword, but was cut through his left arm by the fast crossbow arrow, bringing out a bloody red.

The Meteorite, who was in an unstable state, gritted his teeth and took several steps back, out of the danger zone, and scalded him with the Rising Sun Saber to stop the bleeding.

"I think what he means is, Your Highness, you know how to deceive the enemy, and you also know how to work hard."

Monty's laziness faded away, leaving him dignified, and a more ferocious voice came from the surrounding rock cracks: "But you have experienced too little battle, and you don't know when to bully the enemy and when to fight desperately!" .”

Thales frowned.

Only to hear the Deathcrow whisper softly: "I have a suggestion for this: When the enemy is used to your desperation, you will deceive the enemy, and when the enemy is used to you to deceive the enemy, you will be desperate."

"Thanks for the guidance," Thales exhaled, "I feel like I have learned more in one day than in the outdoor training sessions in the past six years."

"I can hear it." The meteorite pressed the wound on his chest and stared at him unkindly: "Are you scolding me?"

Thales smiled friendly.

"Also, speaking of training sessions, if I remember correctly..." Thales looked at Nicolai in front of him, and sighed helplessly:

"Six years ago, he was shot by arrows in his left leg and arm, but he still fought hard for a day, and he didn't take out the arrow in time, so he was left with problems."

Nicolai was shocked when he heard this!

six years ago……

this little boy...

this……

His grip on the hilt was getting tighter and tighter.

Thales said solemnly: "In the training class, compared with the right, his left movements were slightly uncoordinated."

"Got it." Monty's answer was short and satisfactory.

Nicolai was silent for a while.

"You guys," the meteorite held the handle of the knife tightly, no longer sneered, and his eyes were fierce:

"You guys... are doing really well."

Thales sighed helplessly and shook his arms lightly—the numbness and soreness reappeared.

It's almost the limit.

The next moment, the battle will start again!

The prince raised his shield sideways, and unceremoniously charged at Nicolai who was trembling with anger!

What responded to him was a short leg sweep from the Meteorite, trying to kick him who was charging forward.

This time, Thales gritted his teeth and no longer used the twist of fate to dodge.

He launched the crime of prison river, strengthened his strength, maintained his balance, stepped on the ground with a short body, and firmly pressed against the opponent's legs!

"Boom!"

In a flash, Thales didn't fall down. He roared and pushed, pushing Nikolai's saber hard.

Monty laughed loudly from the cracks in the rock: "Look, he's learned."

The Meteor activated the Fold of Fate with all his strength, and he whirled past the shield strangely. His weak right hand stretched across the shield, grabbed Thales' left arm, and slapped it cleverly!

Thales lost his balance with this twitch, and the long sword missed the position.

He jumped over Nicolai, lost his balance after a few steps, and landed on one knee.

But there are gains and losses.

"call out!"

Nikolai, who was caught by Thales, only heard a ringing in his ear, and he only had time to evade from his upper body, and his leg suddenly hurt!

"laugh!"

He was shot through the left calf with an arrow from Monty!

The meteorite exhaled in pain and cursed fiercely: "Monty!"

"Grass your mother!"

The prince coughed a few times in pain, he got up, looked at Nicolai's appearance, and frowned slightly.

He turned his head and said angrily to the Death Crow who was hiding behind the scenes: "Calf?"

"Can't you pinpoint the key point?"

Hearing Monty's voice, he unceremoniously replied to Thales: "I want to find the shooting zone too!"

"Unless you want me to even you..."

Before the words fell, the crossbow strings could be heard ringing again!

Nikolai looked sad and angry, he dragged his injured leg and tried to turn around!

"Shua!"

Fortunately, this crossbow arrow just passed by his thigh, piercing his armor.

After one arrow was shot, Monty said slowly with a sarcastic sentence: "...I will shoot through you together, my lord, Your Majesty!"

Thales was speechless for a while, and he shook his head helplessly: "Forget it, let's bet next time..."

But Thales hadn't finished speaking when he suddenly felt a chill behind him.

Shocked, Thales just turned his head, and the blade of the Rising Sun Saber was right in front of him!

"clang!"

The dead soul of the prince raised his shield with all his strength to block the knife that Nikolai slashed with both hands!

"you!"

Nicolai didn't care about the calf that was shot through at all, his face was flushed with anger, and the blood stains from Thales' scratch were visible.

"I've had enough of your chorus!"

The meteorite shouted angrily with red eyes: "One is shameless and sinister, one is despicable!"

"What do you take this for!"

Thales tried his best to draw his sword, trying to force his opponent back.

But the moment he handed out the weapon, he heard a strange sound:

"Zizi..."

A blade suddenly appeared on the back of the shield, slightly red and emitting light smoke.

Thales felt a chill in his heart.

Not good.

Sure enough, at that moment, the red Rising Sun Saber penetrated from the other side of the shield and came before his eyes!

The legendary anti-magic force cut Thales' shield in two without hesitation, and then turned to cut off his long sword.

"Zizi..."

All Thales' weapons were like paper, turning into scrap iron in an instant.

Even Thales' entire arm was scorched red by the passing of the sun saber, emitting a faint smoke!

The prince groaned in pain.

"Boom!"

The next moment, Nicolai drank crazily, stumbled, and knocked Thales down!

At that second, Thales twisted his face in pain and fell to the ground.

"bass!"

The sound of breaking through the air sounded again.

The meteorite subconsciously leaned forward and pressed himself against Thales' back, avoiding the murderous arrow!

"Chi!" This is the sound of flesh and blood being torn apart at high speed.

"Hmm—" Following Nikolai's muffled groan, a crossbow arrow grazed his lower back menacingly, tearing his light armor, and as Nikolai leaned over, it cut open his skin, Rub it from the shoulders and neck!

This crossbow brought out the most blood since the Meteorites started the war, and the smelly liquid even gushed out Thales' head.

Blood flowed from his head, Thales took a breath with difficulty, and the smell of blood filled his mouth and nose.

Reminds him of so many bloody nights.

Such as abandoned houses, such as King Street, such as the Shield District.

But Monty's crossbow bolt not only failed to stop the Meteorite, the severe pain seemed to fuel Nicolai's madness.

Nikolai knelt on Thales' back, trembling and straightened up.

"Monty..."

"Monty..."

Nicolai roared angrily, "Monty!"

"damn it……"

The meteorite's teeth chattered in pain, his eyes were red, and his voice was intermittent and hoarse.

But he couldn't find Monty for a long time, so he lowered his head in resentment and looked at Thales on the ground.

Thales struggled hard, supporting the ground and trying to get up.

But he had long been firmly suppressed by the experienced Nicolai, and he couldn't even turn over.

Oops.

He was... pushed into a hurry.

"I couldn't find Monty," Nicolai said with irrepressible anger in his eyes, "but I caught you!"

"Yes, I will not kill you!"

The back of his knife slammed down vigorously, hitting the back of Thales' left hand that was holding the ground.

boom!

Thales was shocked all over, and only felt a sharp pain in his left wrist!

"Kara—"

There was a crisp bone cracking sound.

"Ahhh——" Thales howled in pain, struggling desperately, grabbing something backward with his right hand!

His left hand seemed to have lost all feeling, only pain.

But the prince was immediately punched by the meteorite, hitting the back of the head!

There was a burst of gold stars in front of my eyes.

"But I do what I say!"

The meteorite's eyes were red, and he slammed down with the back of his sword again!

"Wow--"

This time, Thales' right knee made a frightening cracking sound, and there was a heart-piercing pain!

"Yeah——" the prince's cries of pain became more and more intense, and his entire back was pushed up like a spasm, struggling more and more crazily.

But Nicolai still pressed him firmly to the ground.

The meteorite gritted his teeth bitterly. Hearing Thales' scream, there was incomprehensible joy in his eyes: "I will give you..."

He roared angrily, held down the young man under his knees tightly, and raised the knife again:

"Keep your right hand!"

The next moment, the back of his knife fell for the third time!

"Kara!"

With a shocking crisp sound, Thales' left tibia snapped.

The prince was in so much pain that he could hardly cry out. His shoulders hit the ground left and right, trembling weakly.

Time seemed to slow down.

Thales was breathing in a trance.

He was trembling.

At that moment, under the severe pain, he seemed to really feel the approach of death.

This is……

Is it the last?

"Monty!"

Nicolai got up from Thales and raised his head suddenly!

He drank violently with a ferocious expression, and looked around: "Come on!"

"Come and kill me!"

"Hoo!" There was another string sound, coming from the right.

Sensing the threat, Nicolai did not hesitate, and suddenly activated Fate of Fate!

The Meteor's figure leaned forward sharply - a crossbow bolt was impotently stuck on the ground.

But it's not over!

Huh?

The vigilant Nikolai tensed up: a dagger and a figure pounced in the dust on the left!

So, the crossbow on the right is just a decoy, the real him is lurking here, waiting for me...

In his thoughts, Nikolai, who has experienced many battles, did not stop, and the twist of fate struck again. The Rising Sun Saber in his left hand turned around and swung out with incredible force!

"Zizi..."

The sharp legendary anti-magic weapon connected the person who appeared on the left of Nikolai to the dagger in his hand, cutting everything in two.

But the moment Nicolai turned around, he was stunned.

All he cut off was a dagger, and...

A piece of light armor?

Oops.

Not to the left, but—

Before Nicoledo thought about it, a pair of thick and powerful arms, with a deep chill and murderous intent, unstoppably stretched out from his right side, from the direction of the crossbow just now!

The enemy's left arm passed through Nikolai's left shoulder, around his neck, and the crook of the arm was around his throat.

The opponent's right arm passed through his right shoulder at the same time, let the left hand clasp the joint of the upper arm, and the right palm firmly pressed down on the back of Nicolai's head.

"Is it left? Or right?"

"War is the art of deceiving the enemy," came the familiar gong voice coldly: "Is that so?"

Nicolai went cold: he had just realized that he had made a fatal mistake.

In the next second, the opponent behind him suddenly exerted force!

The enemy was still close to him, but arched his body, his face and right palm pushed the meteorite's head forward, and his arms locked backwards, jamming the latter's neck:

"Do you miss it, Tyrande's favorite strangulation technique... three seconds to resolve the battle."

one second.

Nicolai's face turned pale, and his eyes flickered—the blood in his veins was stuck in the carotid artery, and could no longer flow to the brain.

I only heard the voice behind me saying coldly: "I have a headache to death because of your instinctive danger alertness, it's really hard to kill."

"I'm really thankful to that child, whether it's his reminder or his sacrifice—as expected, when you turn your head from the left side, it's much slower..."

two seconds.

The meteorite's vision dimmed, and his consciousness became increasingly blurred.

The Rising Sun Saber he slashed backwards just pulled back to his chest, and wanted to stab backwards, but his hand softened out of thin air due to the lack of oxygen in his brain, and he could no longer find the target.

In Nicolai's ears, only the gloomy words of the Death's Crow remained, which were short, clear and palpitating:

"it's over."

"Stab."

three seconds.