It was as if a thousand rays of thunder were ringing in my ears, and it was as if a thousand lightnings were splitting across the sky.
Ian raised his sword and took a step forward. In a kind of ecstasy and heat, he stepped into a darkness filled with light.
The intoxication originated from the brain, and the heat came from the body. In the eyes of the young man, the world at this time completely turned into a radiant ocean of mist, but the deeper he went deeper into it, the more it seemed as if he had stepped into an abyss that would never see the bottom.
Is this a feeling I've never experienced before?
At this moment, Ian felt that the shackles of his thinking were slowly being shattered. Things that he had never thought about before were emerging in his mind. The strong stimulation and toxins brought by the fruits of the Soma wine tree were seeping into the mucous membranes.
In the blood, it is then transmitted to the brain, forcibly opening one physical restraint and one mental shackles.
It’s not that I’m anesthetized and unable to think, it’s that I’m bombarded with too much information and that’s why I’m unable to think.
If you are an ordinary person, even an indigenous warrior who has been trained since childhood will turn into a bloodthirsty beast at this moment. You can only rely on instinct to attack the enemy's formation and become a berserker who kills both the enemy and ourselves.
But Ian felt that everything was very good.
very good.
"It turns out that death is like this, slowly entering selfless destruction..."
As soon as he suppressed the backlash of his psychic energy, Wiggs raised his head and heard the White People boy muttering to himself: "This is really a completely unknown feeling... completely different from the darkness and unknown in the starry sky, but the darkness and unknown of death are...
It feels good too…”
what happened?
The knight frowned. He continued to listen to Ian's voice, but heard nothing.
But in contrast, there was a sudden roar of wind in his ears and bones.
"What?!"
Wiggs was shocked. He raised his left hand to block. With the sound of bone and iron, something even more shocking happened. Ian's strength suddenly doubled compared to just now. That strength was so wild.
, so much so that the bone sword he blocked was deflected a little.
Listening carefully to the voice, the knight was shocked to realize that Ian's state was extremely wrong at the moment!
His heartbeat accelerated, and the blood surge was many times greater than before. If it weren't for the sublimated person's blood vessels and heart, the blood vessels would have ruptured, and the internal muscles would be overcongested and incapacitated!
There were even waves of heat rising around the opponent's body, blowing the surrounding rain and fog like wind!
Clang!!!
Just when Wiggs was in shock, Ian slashed with his sword again, as if lightning tore through the dark night. This time, he still didn't hear any voice from his heart, and he didn't even feel a vague instinctive reaction!
Having lost both his eyes and his skin's ability to sense the wind, even the psychic power of the Sound of Flowing Wind was ineffective at this time. The knight hurriedly blocked it, but was still knocked back and staggered back several steps.
The young man from Bai Zhimin had no intention of retreating. He continued to move forward silently, pursuing Wiggs. He had obviously lost most of his thinking ability and was immersed in the darkness of death, but he could still find the most cunning and critical angle to attack the enemy.
A series of fierce sword movements.
"It's psychic!"
Although he couldn't see it, Wiggs could feel that the 'eyes' that were originally vaguely focused on him seemed to be more than ten times stronger.
The opponent didn't look at his vital points with his eyes at all. He just relied on the pure 'premonition' brought by spiritual energy and the 'prophet's intuition' to attack him!
Thinking? Instinct? Unnecessary... At this moment, Ian was just swinging his sword at the specific color in his psychic omen.
He's not even attacking.
One sword was heavier than the other, and the other was faster than the other. At this moment, Ian surprisingly integrated Hilliard's teachings with his own spiritual energy in the past two years. His body abandoned all unnecessary movements and transferred his spiritual energy.
Use the feedback as a basis for your own battles.
Therefore, there is no prediction.
Wiggs felt as if he was fighting a smaller Hilliard. The opponent was obviously very weak and could lose his ability to fight at any time due to the backlash caused by this inexplicable state, but he could still persist.
He felt an incredible moment.
The more he swung his sword, the more he fought, the more he felt that the two figures were overlapping... Although the prophet's swordsmanship was different from his mentor's return to nature skills, there was no essential difference to him who was now seriously injured and close to death.
difference.
and……
He is indeed dying.
Click! After taking an unknown number of steps back, Wiggs crushed a rock under his feet. This was a mistake he would never have made before. A swordsman could not even control the strength of his steps. This could only mean that his
The pace has been messy to the point of collapse.
He raised his sword and used the bottom of the bone blade to block Ian's silent slash. The sound of steel scraping against bone was harsh and sharp, making him feel like vomiting.
No...it's not because of the sound.
But the internal organs are about to go on strike.
Wiggs knows his body very well.
The effects of the medicine are wearing off.
Thunder's paralysis has not completely dissipated.
The power of forced stimulation is decreasing.
Losing too much blood has caused the internal organs to be on the verge of failure.
The injuries caused by the teacher and the lightning have recurred, stripping away his little remaining life bit by bit.
Even the second-level sublime ones are about to reach their limit at this moment.
And Ian's sword was still swinging again and again.
Like thunder.
Tenacity, genius, intelligence, astuteness, decisiveness and always able to find the right option... all these words can be placed on the boy from the White People.
After blocking another sword, the bone blade had been knocked out by the edgeless heavy sword, but Wiggs had no spare energy to activate the source of energy and absorb the surrounding calcium to make up for it.
The knight just turned his head and looked in the direction where the sound of the old man's breathing came from the wind and rain.
Wiggs looked at the mentor who rescued him from the sea of suffering, at the mentor who guided him on the road to sublimation. He looked at the mentor who completely disappeared without saying a word, allowing all the old friends and disciples of the Inspector Knights to be killed.
The mentor looked at the mentor who had aged to the point of almost death, but still persisted in his mission of "I don't know what it is".
In the empty eye sockets, the brilliance of spiritual energy is gradually dimming.
Is this the successor you chose? He is really a very good successor...
It seems...
I really don't deserve it.
The light in the sky is gathering, and the dazzling bright red is condensing on the edgeless heavy sword. Even though he is now completely intoxicated on the verge of death, Ian still throws out the long sword in his hand without hesitation, heading straight towards Wiggs
stabbed in the chest.
The knight who reached the limit instinctively wanted to raise the bone blade in his hand to block, but the left sword, which was already on the verge of breaking, broke as soon as it touched.
Immediately afterwards, the long sword that followed directly penetrated the slowly disintegrating enamel exoskeleton and went straight into the center of the bloody chest.
Wiggs threw his head back and fell to the ground, but even so, he was not dead yet. He listened with relief to the roar of the sky gradually coming from above his head, which was rapidly attacking him, converging heat and thunder.
Psykers who long to hear other people's opinions, their opinions, can no longer hear anything.
In a huge roar that penetrated the entire world, he fell into true, decisive and silent darkness.
Never return it.
The white-haired boy stared at this scene, slowly closed his eyes, and fell backward.
He also fell into the quiet, familiar and warm darkness.