Eight hundred and twentieth chapters means of victory
In the snowy tundra, under the sky full of snowflakes, the two brothers looked at each other as always, but the familiar cold air could not cool down their boiling emotions.
The shadow of the sword and the light of the sword seemed to be chopping up time.
Inexplicably, flesh and blood were flying around, but his consciousness fell into memories.
Unknowingly, with the four magic swords ready, I seemed to have taken another step forward.
If in the previous duel with Sophocles, I relied on my characteristic ability of restraint to compete with the main god, maybe now, in the eyes of the world, I have also reached the standard of the main god.
"guilty."
Magic Sword, Revenge, and the phantom of the Sleepless Man float in mid-air. Every time the magic hammer falls, not only the snowflakes fall into pieces, but also our souls fall into pieces.
Perhaps, the fact that this magic sword can injure Cavins to such an extent is the most direct proof.
As time goes by, this sword is liquidating our "sins" and attacking at the soul level according to the degree of sin.
At this stage, Cavins' sins were much heavier than mine, so each time he was hurt, it was more severe.
But with every trial, the magic power in my body was greatly depleted, and this inexplicable feeling of exhaustion made me feel nauseous. After all, I was still using this sword.
"Ha, judging yourself with your own sword is simply suicide, but I'm afraid no matter which way we fight, we will eventually reach this point..."
In order to maintain the characteristics of the two magic swords of Northland and Revenge at the same time, I spent a lot of magic power. Even though the magic regeneration ability of the mature Arbiter bloodline was outrageous enough, I was still at a disadvantage in frontal combat.
Cavins' black magic sword exploded violently, and the sword, which could not be locked by the naked eye, swiped across my cheek...but in the end it deflected for a moment, but did not hit the fatal part.
"Oh, cut it here."
I pointed at my fragile neck, but Cavins 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 it.
At this time, there was a wound on my right shoulder that went all the way to my chest, almost penetrating my heart.
And Cavins had the same wound in the same area, from his right shoulder to his chest, where his heart stopped, and he was in burning pain.
"Revenge, blood for blood, wound for wound."
This is the second function of the magic sword. Revenge. The principle is actually exactly the same as the first function. It also liquidates criminals according to the degree of "sin", but its liquidation is immediate.
When this magical sword is activated, within the scope of its ability, under the watchful eye of the judge, the Sleepless One, all harmful behaviors will be directly engraved on the perpetrator.
Cut off the opponent's head, and your head will fall off. Cut off the opponent's arm, and your arm will fall off. This is a magic sword that cannot win, but it is also a magic sword that will never lose.
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Yes, from the beginning, I never thought that I could beat Cavins in a close battle. All I expected was not to lose.
"It's so strong and unreasonable..."
Even though I have been mentally prepared for a long time, Cavins's swordsmanship qualifications are better than mine, his magic qualifications are better than mine, and his combat experience is better than mine. I should not be able to defeat him in hand-to-hand combat, but to really fight like this is really frustrating.
People are very angry.
Speed, strength, and skills were all suppressed, and every sword was instantly seen through and then counterattacked.
No matter what kind of trap is laid, the following unbridled strike will definitely shatter all battle plans and thinking. In the end, it will become a melee relying on instinct, and then be dragged into a disadvantage by the opponent's rich experience in indiscriminate fighting.
Neither side used the mysteries of swordsmanship or the great magic of long-term chanting, because at this distance, in this chaotic snowstorm battlefield, the seemingly simple horizontal slash was the best choice for the two sword masters.
Snowflakes kept fluttering, the black swords and lightsabers kept colliding, and flesh and blood flew across the snow and became stained with a new bright red. Everything fell into a cycle that started over and over again.
Slashing, stabbing, dodging, counterattacking, exchanging injuries for injuries, and then being inflicted with the same pain.
The childhood swordsmanship sparring was repeated again. Although both sides had murderous intent this time, judging from the results, there was no difference. I was still at a disadvantage.
What's even more terrible is that Cavins is still getting stronger.
Yes, although the injuries are getting worse, the strength, speed, skills, and accuracy are all slowly and steadily increasing. The same technique will be ineffective after being used once. The originally effective killing move will be forcibly broken next time.
This kind of fighting talent that looks ordinary but is actually like cheating is as shameless as ever.
That instinctive fighting intuition is really a headache.
Faced with the strange counter-injury ability, most people will hesitate and even consider whether they will win if they continue like this, and it is possible to stop directly.
Then, it will give me enough time to charge up the Holy Sword of Dawn and deliver a fatal blow.
But Cavans, the moment he discovered the counter-injury, the moment I started accumulating energy, he replaced the injury with injury without hesitation, preventing me from accumulating energy.
What's even more troublesome is that I can feel that the damage done to it by the magic sword Revenge has begun to be reduced, and it is vaguely resistant to the power of the law.
"Ha, I'm used to it. Roland, do you have any other trump cards?"
He casually blocked the suddenly falling ice pick, and Cavins laughed so hard that he deserved to be beaten.
I know better than anyone else that the power of law is not omnipotent. It is just a subordinate concept of the power of order. It is an existence at the same level as the Holy Light. It is just an emerging supernatural power in this world and has no essence with magic.
The difference will still be resisted and eliminated, but it is really frustrating to see Cavins adapt to the trump card so quickly.
"Oh, who wouldn't dare to speak big words? OK, I'll stand still. Do you dare to chop my neck?"
Even if he is resistant to the first clearing ability of the magic sword, the second ability to instantly rebound damage still makes this battle destined to be a fatigue battle.
We all know that it is impossible to kill the opponent directly. 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 sword blades used my anklets, arms and other limbs. It seemed that eliminating my mobility and fighting ability was his chosen way to win.
Suddenly, Cavins fell silent and stuck his sword directly in the snow.
"...It's really boring, Roland. It seems that you never planned to defeat me from the beginning. No, you never thought about the possibility of killing me from the beginning."
I wanted to refute, but looking at those familiar indifferent eyes, I finally said nothing.
Yes, the power of law turns into a double-edged sword of revenge. It seems to be amazingly powerful, but in fact it plays a restrictive role.
It restricts the fighting between the two sides, limits the physical combat between the two sides, and delays the time for the two sides to decide the winner, but it does not improve our chances of winning.
Those who truly desire to win will invest resources in enhancing their advantages and trying to crush their opponents. However, what I considered from the beginning was not to lose and how to perish together.
There is nothing wrong with this strategy. Under normal circumstances, Cavans' strength should be higher than mine. There is nothing wrong with giving priority to the weak and not losing.
Coupled with the special connectedness of our souls, it makes perfect sense to consider not losing.
Does the current scene make Cavins dissatisfied? He thinks I am perfunctory with him?
"I was serious about killing you, but you were half-hearted. What do you mean?"
Maybe, that's what he meant.
Suddenly, Cavins started laughing, very wickedly.
"It seems that I need to give you some motivation... Roland, do you think that since there are two gates, there is no third gate? You think that killing my demon fetus and mother body can stop me, but you have forgotten that
Well, the main plane...and the bloodline that you and I both know!"
"What?"
At that moment, I thought a lot, but then, Cavins, who was laughing and swinging his sword, blocked all my words with that magic sword that smelled of danger.
Even if I comfort myself and tell myself that there are still my allies in the main plane, Hades and the Holy Light side will not watch all this worsen, and even though I have reserved insurance for that bloodline in advance, many emotions still make me
shake.
In the next second, I also made up my mind that the ace who had accumulated enough ice and snow to win 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 snowfield began to boil.
