His hand was still holding the front end of the giant ax handle tightly, as if it was his lover.
The spikes in the center of the two ax blades penetrated deeply into his chest.
Everyone in the Hall of Heroes watched this scene helplessly.
Surprise, doubt, sadness, mourning, countless emotions are intertwined.
The victor of the duel, Archduke Perfit, was sweating profusely, and his hand on the ax handle slowly slipped.
As his body relaxed, he knelt down next to King Nun, breathing heavily.
Perfit, whose eyes were dull and his chest was heaving, seemed to have experienced a nightmare.
Grand Duke Olesio, who was watching the battle, opened his eyes wide. He looked at the motionless king, and his complicated emotions turned into unspeakable sorrow at that moment.
Grand Duke Ronnie looked sad.
Archduke Lecco seemed to have a heavy burden on his brow.
Trudida shook his head, seeming to express his disdain for this duel.
Thales lowered his head and stared blankly at the ground.
He didn't know what the expressions of Nikolai and Putilai behind him were at this moment.
Damn it.
how so.
He slowly clenched his fists.
King Nun died here...
Who will control Longxiao City?
Who can control Longxiao City?
Who will control Longxiao City?
His thoughts became a mess.
Grand Duke Perfit, who was freed from the duel, half-knelt in front of the king's body, looking in a trance.
Nunn.
Born king.
Noon Walton.
The monarch who ruled Exeter for nearly thirty years.
already……
died.
The young Grand Duke suddenly laughed softly.
"Hahaha……"
He raised his head, his laughter getting louder and weirder, like a morbid lunatic.
"Hahaha……"
Then, the young Grand Duke laughed crazily and suddenly turned his head to look at the witness of the duel - Priest Holm, who represented the goddess of the bright moon.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
His body was shaking with laughter.
The female officiant looked straight back at Perfit, with a pair of graceful eyebrows on her veil calm and unruffled.
Under these eyes, Perfit felt an invisible pressure coming quietly.
His smile gradually faded.
The officiant remained calm as usual and showed no expression.
Perfit stopped smiling, his face slowly sank, and he frowned in confusion.
Thales was shaking his head, thinking hard about his future.
At this moment.
"I see..." Nikolai, the Fallen Starman behind him, suddenly spoke in a low voice.
The next moment, two huge collision sounds came from the field.
"Bang! Pass!"
"Clang!" What followed was the clang of metal falling to the ground!
Thales suddenly woke up from his thoughts.
At the same time, many people in the Heroes Hall exclaimed in disbelief!
Thales raised his head suddenly.
Then his eyes widened and he frowned tightly.
He saw the most incredible scene.
No way.
Thales was so shocked that he even forgot to breathe at that moment.
King Nun, who was supposed to be lying on the ground dead, had already risen from the ground without knowing it!
He in turn pushed Perfit face down to the ground!
The giant ax that had pierced the king's chest fell at their feet, shaking endlessly!
Like everyone else, Thales stared at the scene in front of him in shock and confusion:
The old king of Exeter had a fierce expression and a fierce momentum. His left arm was tied into a ring, and he tightly clasped Perfit's right forearm from behind. His right hand firmly pressed against the opponent's upper right arm, and he knelt down hard with his left knee.
Live on Perfit's back.
King Nun locked Perfit's right arm and pinned him to the ground.
Thales opened his eyes in disbelief and shook his head unconsciously.
How can it be……
That kind of injury...
Thales was not the only one who thought so. Everyone in the hall, from the Grand Duke to the subjects, from the servants to the guards, were shocked to see this incredible and incomprehensible reversal.
"No, you obviously..." In severe pain, panic and fear, Archduke Perfitt, whose right arm was chained and his head and face were pinned to the ground, screamed in panic while exerting all his strength to try to break free.
Say out loud: "No, it's impossible!"
He couldn't believe that the king who had been pierced by the tip of his ax in the chest a moment ago stood up again in an instant, as if he was unscathed!
The old king's right chest and front and back robes were soaked with blood, looking extremely terrifying.
But at this moment, the injury seemed as if it didn't exist, and it didn't affect the king's movements at all.
It was as if King Nun had just been pricked with a needle.
Thales turned around suddenly and eagerly asked the only extreme master here: "How could..."
"Quiet!"
Nicolai interrupted him hastily.
The Meteor Star stared at the scene, unwilling to let go of every detail: "After watching it...it's not over yet!"
Putilai was full of surprise and seemed unable to accept this fact.
"Impossible?" The face of the resurrected Nun VII was flushed. The king pressed down with his right hand and pulled back his left hand. His muscles slowly exerted force and tightened while trembling. He began to use Perfit's elbow joint as the fulcrum to pry in the opposite direction.
Move his locked forearms.
I saw the old king gritting his teeth and looking ferocious: "On the battlefield, you'd better believe 'impossible'!"
As King Nun gradually exerted his strength, Perfitt's locked right arm began to slowly deform!
His forearm moved frighteningly in the opposite direction to his elbow joint.
The clearly discernible sound of muscle breaking resounded in the field.
"Ahhhh!" Perfitt twisted his face in pain and howled out in a heart-rending voice!
The archduke's left arm desperately stretched out behind him, reaching towards the crazy-looking Nun King, but he could only fish the air in vain, scratching in mid-air.
There was no way he could break free from such a life-threatening lock.
"I've killed you, I've obviously killed you!" Perfit's neck rested on the floor, twisting in inhuman pain, and screamed in pain: "You're dead!"
"Really?" King Nun, who was suppressing his opponent, showed a fierce look mixed with hatred and madness, and his words were like the cold wind: "Maybe..."
"Didn't I die thoroughly enough?"
As he spoke, Nun VII continued to exert force with his hands in an orderly manner.
In Perfit's forearm, the frightening crackling and tearing sound continued to sound.
It gave Thales a chill in his heart.
The young archduke struggled wildly, unable to reach the enemy's left hand and slapped the ground desperately.
But under King Nunn's experienced and ruthless twisting posture, all Perfitt's struggles seemed in vain, and the strength in his young body was completely unable to be exerted.
He could only twist the other parts he could still move wildly.
Like a fish waiting to be slaughtered on the chopping board.
The next second.
"Snapped!"
A crisp sound came from Perfit's arm!
Perfit's head, which was pressed to the ground, was raised as high as it could go. His face was twisted into a ball, and tears were flowing out uncontrollably. His mouth expanded painfully to the limit, and an unprecedented crazy cry came out from inside:
"Ahhhhhhh! No! No! No! Ahhhh!"
His right forearm, starting from the elbow joint, has been bent in reverse!
Under the severe pain, Perfit resisted the strength of King Nun while trembling, and even lifted his chest an inch off the ground!
But Perfit's nightmare was not over yet.
King Nun's right hand that was pressing on the opponent's upper right arm suddenly raised, and suddenly he made a fist with his right hand and hit Perfitt hard on the back of the head!
"Boom!"
Perfit's head was hit to the ground again by this punch.
His forehead hit the floor tiles hard, making a dull sound.
But King Nun kept moving. He let go of Perfit's disabled right arm, stretched out his right hand, and grabbed the opponent's left arm!
Then he used the same posture, but switched the left and right sides, clasping the forearm with his right hand, and pressing the upper arm with his left hand, locking Perfit's remaining left arm.
King Nuen took a deep breath and continued to exert force.
Perfit recovered from his brief dizziness.
Panic struck him instantly.
Feeling the severe pain and numbness that continued to come from his right arm, and the feeling that his only intact left arm was tightly locked, the young archduke realized something, and he turned his head in despair.
"Why?" Tears of pain fell from Perfit's face, and he asked his opponent unwillingly.
King Nun stared into his eyes and sneered with satisfaction.
"On the battlefield, wounds that penetrate the chest are very fatal. Most of the injured can only leave their lives to luck." The king stared at his enemy like a hawk, like staring at a rabbit: "Thorax penetration, especially so.
"
King Nun's arms continued to exert force, and his words kept coming, exuding a chilling coldness:
"Your lungs become a broken bellows, and breathing becomes harder than raising your hands... Every time you take a deep breath, you can even feel the hissing sound of air entering and exiting the lungs from the wound. You will start to cough, and then it will get worse and worse.
The coughing becomes more urgent, the coughing becomes heavier, the coughing becomes more painful, the breathing becomes smaller and smaller, the pain becomes more and more difficult, and it becomes more and more difficult.”
"Blood will slowly soak into your lungs, and then continue to emerge from your throat, mouth, and nose with breathing and coughing... In severe pain and chest tightness, you will feel that your chest is extremely heavy, and then slowly numb,
Strength and consciousness will leave you."
"If it is accompanied by broken ribs, congratulations, the tiny bone fragments will become the most terrifying torture hands... go deep into your muscles, rub your tissues, puncture your blood vessels, and torture you in pain and soreness.
spirit and body, until you surrender to death and reach out to the ferryman of the river of hell.”
"Even if you block the wound in time and stop the external bleeding, it will not help... Your blood will first become more and more coughed, and then less and less until you die... If you are lucky, it will be over within a few minutes, but if you are not lucky,
Well, I even have to wail until midnight, accompanied by terrible high fever and cold sweat, and leave in pain in hallucinations."
"I have seen too many such tragedies on the battlefield."
Perfit's eyes widened, and painful cold sweat continued to ooze from his forehead.
The king smiled and changed his subject:
"but……"
King Nun put his head close to Perfit's ear and said ferociously:
"You know, the human chest has a range...not the entire chest is where the ribcage is..."
"If the place where it was penetrated did not hurt your chest and avoided the fatal artery, for example, it was only penetrated in the muscle between the right shoulder and the right chest, forward and backward... it would perfectly brush the chest and bones
…”
"Use the power of termination to expand the muscles of the wound and stop the bleeding..."
"How...is it possible..." Perfit gritted his teeth, with blue veins popping out on his face, and stared desperately at King Nun behind him.
"I told you, little brat," the power of termination surged into King Nun's arms, and he laughed with satisfaction: "On the battlefield, you'd better believe in 'impossible'."
Finally, a chilling crisp sound, accompanied by Perfit's scream, reached everyone's ears again.
"Click!"
Perfit was writhing on the ground crazily, howling miserably to express his pain and despair at the moment.
His only arm was also bent by King Nun.
The young Grand Duke has lost both hands.
After a few seconds, Perfit's struggles and roars began to decrease, and his whole body continued to twitch and let out sad moans.
Several Grand Dukes looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief.
"What does this mean?" Grand Duke Trudida tried his best to adjust his breathing.
The person who answered him was actually Grand Duke Ronnie, who had not spoken for a long time. He only heard the latter say coldly: "It means the end."
Thales watched blankly as the king completed his counterattack in an instant.
Quick, violent, effective, and a once and for all counterattack.
He didn't even have time to see how the king's reversal began.
"His Majesty was lying on the ground, and then he was pierced by the tip of the axe," Nicolai behind him sighed: "Both we and Perfitt only knew that His Majesty was pierced through the chest, but they couldn't see clearly what penetrated the back.
The position...it’s impossible to tell whether it was a fatal injury.”
"And that's exactly what the king planned."
Calculated?
Thales stared intently at King Nunn's chest, especially the area on the right that was soaked in blood.
King Nun gasped, shook off the enemy's disabled arm, and stood up.
At that moment, Thales felt that this powerful figure was extremely tall.
King Nun looked around at the people in the hall.
What greeted him were eyes and breathing that varied from excitement, surprise to confusion, etc.
"liquor!"
King Nun suddenly roared loudly: "Rye strong drink!"
Taylor was stunned for a moment.
"The most intense kind!"
There were responsible servants and guards who looked hesitantly at the chief priest of the Haoyue Temple and several grand dukes.
But the chief priest of Home remained unmoved, while the several grand dukes just stared at the king with blank expressions.
Perfit on the ground stopped moaning. He raised his head and looked at his opponent with despair and numbness on his face.
"Okay!" King Nun shouted impatiently: "I won't suffocate him with a wine glass!"
"Damn it, bring me the wine quickly!"
"In the name of the king!"
The king's officer, Lord Michael, sighed and waved his hand, satisfying the king's privilege.
A full barrel of rye was quickly carried to the field.
King Nun grabbed the iron wine glass that was delivered, opened the lid of the wooden barrel, scooped up a glass of wine, raised his head and put it into his mouth.
Drink seeped from the corners of his mouth and flowed through the king's short beard from chin to neck.
The old king drained the strong wine in the glass in one gulp, wiped his chin happily, and scooped up another glass of wine.
This time, King Nun suddenly tore off the clothes on his right shoulder, revealing old but still strong muscles.
There, the wounds that had just been pierced by the tip of the ax were glaringly visible, one on the chest and one on the back, but they were all deviated from the center of the chest, even close to the shoulder.
The wounds have been filled up under the squeeze of muscles.
King Nun gritted his teeth, raised his glass, and poured it on his wound!
The muscles of his right shoulder couldn't help but tremble and tremble under the strong alcohol.
But King Nun's expression was as cold and cold as usual.
It was as if what soaked his wounds was not strong alcohol.
Everyone in the hall watched this scene quietly.
No one interrupted him.
On the ground beside him, Archduke Perfitt, with his arms broken, roared in a low voice and once again showed an unwilling and resentful look.
He pushed his upper body up with his head and tried to get up with the help of his knees.
What greeted him was King Nunn's merciless heavy kick, which he stepped on the archduke's back, knocking Perfit back to the ground.
Perfit first let out a painful groan, and then the moan turned into an unwilling roar.
"No, how did you do it..." The young Grand Duke's face was gloomy, and he stared at King Nun, as if he wanted to dig a piece of flesh from him.
"Do you think you can pierce my chest with the tip of an ax so easily?" King Nunn's face remained as usual. He scooped up a glass of wine again and drank it down: "Little brat, that was me who led you to stab me.
of!"
"My strength is not as good as yours, and my endurance is not as good as yours. In the fight with the giant axe, I will lose sooner or later." King Nun stepped on Perfit's back and gave him a disdainful sip: "But even if
He is a master in the extreme realm. Once he relaxes..."
King Nun's eyes revealed a sparkle:
"It's good for nothing."
Perfit's eyes widened, he put his face on the ground, his lips trembled, and he roared again with unknown meaning.
Full of desolation and pain.
"I'll give you a piece of advice. Don't relax easily before breaking the enemy's neck." King Nun exhaled slowly, feeling his own consumption and fatigue. His tone was cold: "For thousands of years, we have been fighting against the orcs.
The most valuable experience gained in the bloody hell."
King Nun raised his head again and drank the third glass of wine in one gulp.
"This is what is often said in the army, the so-called fighting instinct of soldiers?" Behind Thales, Putilai asked calmly.
"Instinct?" His answer was a sneer from Nikolai the Fallen Star: "This is a tactic. From beginning to end, the duel is based on His Majesty's calculations and rhythm, and follows the pace arranged by him."
Putilai looked confused.
"From the very beginning, His Majesty tempted Perfit to stab him with the tip of the axe, instead of killing him with the blade." The Faller crossed his arms and seemed to have a smile in his eyes: "Your Majesty seemed to be wielding
Holding the ax in passive defense, unable to fight back, retreating step by step..."
"In fact, after every blow they exchanged, the distance between the two of them unknowingly got closer. Until finally, when His Majesty fell, the distance between him and Perfitt even reached the point where they were face to face, and no more was allowed to follow.
He chopped with the blade of an axe."
Thales's heart moved and he looked at the distance between the two people in the field and the positions of the two giant axes.
"Perfit, he was guided by His Majesty and ended the battle with the thrust of the axe." The leader of the White Blade Guards replied calmly:
"And His Majesty lay on the ground, controlling the opponent's ax with both hands, and stabbed into the muscle gap between his chest and shoulder blades... That was an injury caused by His Majesty himself. It will cause terrible pain, but it is by no means fatal.
hit."
Thales took a deep breath and looked at King Nun in the field.
A seasoned hunter, right?
"The only thing left to do is to wait for the opponent who has been driven crazy by words to think that he has won the duel," Putilai used an emotional tone to supplement the answer of the fallen star: "Then seize the opportunity and use a person who can completely
Overcome the flaws in Perfit's endurance and strength advantages and launch a decisive counterattack."
"I hope you will watch this rare duel carefully and benefit from it, Your Highness." The prince's deputy said to his prince calmly.
Thales could only shake his head slowly.
"Perfit claimed that he knew His Majesty's fighting style from his grandfather, but he didn't know anything at all," Nicolai's pale face flashed in the firelight: "This is the real fierce counterattack, defeating the enemy with one blow.
.'"
"Impressed." The Marquis of Camas admired from the side: "You are not surprised by this, are you."
Nicolai nodded slowly: "Yes, every step of Perfitt was within His Majesty's expectations."
"On the western front of the stars, there is a saying," Putilai sighed: "Even a dying veteran on the battlefield is tens of thousands of times stronger than a powerful newcomer."
"A veteran meets a rookie," the king's personal guard captain snorted softly: "The outcome of this duel, from the very beginning..."