The young man's hands, which were still holding on to the pair of wolf claws that locked his throat, lost strength, and this little struggle could not stop him.
The wolf-headed man's claws looked like they were made of iron, and the boy had no strength to break them open.
That's it.
The consciousness faded away, and the pain from the body began to become no longer clear. I tried my best, but in the end I still couldn't escape from this desperate situation.
That's how it is, isn't it?
The young man smiled bitterly. Even though his face was distorted and turned blue, the corners of his mouth still curved in an arc, making him smile very ugly.
In his memory, he still vaguely remembered that he seemed to have existed in a much more peaceful world.
Because people in that world didn't have many surprising adventures in their lives, they began to use their technology to develop simulation games to entertain themselves, and they seemed to be able to find some sense of reality in them.
But game designers always have to consider the player's gaming experience. No matter how difficult a level is, there is always a way to get through it. After all, the world inside revolves around the protagonist.
But what about in reality?
In reality, there is no saving, no loading, and no chance to restart.
Not all problems you encounter can be solved. After all, you are not the player or the protagonist.
No one will consider your feelings, there are always some unreasonable problems that make you unable to see the hope of a happy ending even if you try your best.
In fact, he had rarely seen this kind of difficulty that he could not overcome despite all his efforts. But since he came to this world, he has encountered it many times.
Thinking about it this way, I am really disgusted by this world...
There were many experiences that he could not remember clearly, because every time someone who was not lucky enough or not as lucky as him would pass away in front of him, and he was numb.
Anyway, now I have to see you again, right?
I forgot for a moment, that’s nothing to apologize for, right?
If you really feel bad about me, just give me a good beating, right? Everyone...
The young man thought that his life had come to an end.
He has never had any real sense of this second life. He doesn't know if he will have the chance to come back in another form. Of course, he doesn't dare to bet. After all, this is not something that can be used as a bet.
"Kuva! (Go to hell)!"
The roar of the wolf-headed man rang in my ears, and it was very noisy combined with the messy tinnitus. It seemed that the other party increased the force again. If he continued like this, his neck would probably be broken, right?
The hand has relaxed, and any movement of the wolf-headed man will no longer cause any reaction from him.
The young man accepted his fate peacefully, so that at least his enemy's morbid wish could not be satisfied by him.
"Boy! Do you just give up like this?"
However, at this time...
The man whom he deeply respected appeared in front of him and stood beside him. The strong body of the wolf-headed man next to him immediately seemed so small that he was insignificant.
Although this man is not actually that tall, he just has this kind of power that makes people look up to him.
"Get up! Have you forgotten what I taught you?"
Holding a red sword in both hands and wearing gilt armor, he stood firm on this almost desperate battlefield.
The white cloak on his back was stained scarlet with blood, and the gorgeous armor was also full of scars. The lion's head on the breastplate opened its mouth angrily, and the fangs inside were full of flesh and blood, just like a golden lion in a bloody fight.
.
No, that's not "as if".
He is the "Golden Lion", the most proud "Golden Lion", the King of War Venacodo!
The enemy's offensive was so fierce, with groups of heavily armored orcs and various monsters rushing towards their remnant army.
But standing at the front of the team, even though he was under the greatest pressure, he remained unwavering in the stormy wave-like offensive. The heads of any enemy who came three feet in front of him were neatly separated from their bodies.
This man who looked like the god of war shouted at the young man who fell on the ground:
"Stand up!"
stand up...
How to stand up?
There was some sparkle in the young man's godless eyes. The wolf-headed man in front of him still pressed the young man tightly with his huge body, and the young man had no strength to break free.
"It can't be done..."
Indeed, he couldn't do it. No one came to help him this time, and he had no chance to make a comeback.
"Those who give up before trying are cowards. What have you tried?"
Venacodo scolded the young man, preaching to him as before.
This man stood beside the young man, looking down at him. He held the sword tightly and was covered in bruises, but he was still the arrogant golden lion.
"I……"
The young man's fingers moved and touched the dagger attached to his waist. He held the hilt of the sword and realized that due to lack of oxygen, his whole body could not exert any strength.
Can this thing change anything?
I never remembered that I still had this dagger from the beginning. Maybe it was because I never had confidence in melee combat?
This kind of weapon that requires close combat with the enemy is obviously not his first choice. What's more, facing a wolf-headed man whose strength is several times his own, and whose fur is thick and hard to hurt with a sword, this kind of short sword has no effect.
"Sure enough, it still doesn't work..."
The young man's right hand loosened his grip on the hilt of the sword. He was not a warrior like Venacodo who could always navigate desperate situations, nor did he have this man's strength.
Being weak, he could not do anything great and could only be knocked to the ground again and again by those powerful enemies.
"As promised, you have to live..."
"What!"
A girl's voice rang in my ears. The clear and clear sound like a silver bell immediately drove out all the random noises in my ears, leaving only this female voice that was like the sound of nature.
"You have to take my share with me!"
She tried her best to smile, but two lines of clear tears fell on both sides of the girl's cheeks.
Likewise, tears overflowed from the corners of the young man's eyes when he heard this long-lost, beautiful voice again.
"It's you...Long time no see."
The boy's eyes widened, and although his throat was choked so that he couldn't make any sound, he was still mumbling to himself.
He hoped that the ethereal figure in the sky would be clearer, but the girl's figure just disappeared, replaced by an ugly and ferocious wolf face.
"roll!"
He got his strength back.
The lack of oxygen and the pain all over his body were completely forgotten. He pulled the dagger out of its leather sheath. The young man had no intention of giving up just like that.
The sharp sword blade stabbed the wound on the left shoulder of the wolf-headed man that was still bleeding. This was what he could still do at this moment.
Just like a flashback, the boy who was supposed to be dying burst out with power that even surprised the wolf-headed man.
He remembered it, but it was too late.
It turns out that if he could, maybe he would have killed himself somewhere long ago, right?