In the cold rainstorm, Oscar brandished a sword and a hatchet. His body numbed by alcohol was extremely fast at the moment. His breathing was steady, as if he was having a grand dance. He danced with the demon, and the blood seemed to be taken off.
Like red clothes, it keeps falling and merges with the accumulated water.
"This...is this called a writer?"
Buscaro yelled. The drunkard who had exchanged glasses with him a few minutes ago was now as strong as a god of war. He once wondered if he had seen it wrong, but judging from the other party's damn tone and demeanor,
He is Oscar.
"There is no conflict! Buscaro."
Oscar was not as relaxed as Buscaro thought. His attacks were very rhythmic, breathing in the gaps and recovering his strength. After all, he was no longer young and his body was poisoned by alcohol.
"Inspiration will always run out, and writers also need to go out and get materials!"
He lowered his body and struck the joint of the demon's calf with an axe. The blow directly tore the muscles and bones, causing the demon to kneel down.
“But going out to collect materials not only requires money, but also the ability to survive.”
Oscar let out bursts of hoarse laughter, which usually sounded like a drunkard's sleep, but now it sounded like the roar of an evil tiger.
The long sword blocked the claws and he did not block it. Instead, he put the sword on his body and used his whole body as a support to block the claws and let them fall diagonally downwards.
The demon swung with all his strength, but it was difficult to hold back the blow, and this was Oscar's opportunity to attack.
"I have been lost in the winter forest, and I have sailed out of the sea in a lonely boat!"
He stepped on the demon's back. The heavy rain soaked everything, but it failed to make his steps waver. He stepped firmly on it like cast iron, and then took a step closer.
"It's a pity that the stories written are not popular."
Oscar sighed, the short ax fell, and struck the demon on the back of the neck fiercely.
Blood and minced meat spattered, and Oscar slashed with all his strength. Oscar only felt his arm was a little numb from the shock... It might also be the effect of alcohol. He had indeed drunk too much just now.
"I'm still old," Oscar looked at the bloody flesh beneath him and sighed at the ruthlessness of time. "When I was young, I could break it even with my fist."
He should have continued to swing, but Oscar was indeed getting old, his breath was gradually becoming disordered, and the poison of alcohol and the coldness of the heavy rain were also affecting him.
The demon struggled hard and threw Oscar off his body. He fell into the stagnant water and was in a state of embarrassment.
The water level was already very high, and it looked like the whole of Old Dunling would turn into the sea soon. Oscar took a few sips of water, and the taste was terrible.
A shrill scream sounded, and the demon shouted and slashed its sharp claws. Its scarlet arms were like red swords. At this critical moment, Buscaro grabbed Oscar's collar and dragged him out of the attack range.
out.
"Weren't you very fierce just now? Why did you fall down now?"
Buscaro yelled, the gap in his heart was extremely huge. He thought that the drunkard was a top master hidden in the city, but who would have thought that he was defeated after a few rounds of aggressive attacks.
But to be honest, Buscaro really believed Oscar's lies. Although he was in a desperate situation now, at that moment, he did feel that fearless momentum, as if Oscar had really been like this before.
"I'm old, I'm old. I haven't held a weapon for too long."
Oscar didn't care about this. He looked like he was drunk. He struggled to stand up and grasped the lost weapon again from the water.
He began to feel that it was the right decision for him to resign. He had experienced so many adventures, faced countless powerful enemies, and was constantly struggling on the edge of life and death.
Sometimes he felt that nothing could really defeat him, but in the arena of time, he was defeated.
"Time makes us grow old."
Oscar Wilde is old after all, but there is nothing that can be done about it, he is just a mortal.
Panting heavily, Oscar's eyes were stern. He looked in the direction of the Sera River out of the corner of his eyes, and saw that several demon corpses had fallen into the water. They were chopped into pieces, including intestines and bones.
All are exposed.
No one expected that a girl like that would be so crazy in slashing, and she was still continuing. Her figure could be vaguely seen, as well as the monsters she was fighting with.
"It's great to be young." Oscar said helplessly.
Sa Liangxi blocked the rest of the monsters. There will be no other monsters to interfere here at the moment. I don’t know whether it is because of trust in Oscar or something else. Sa Liangxi has no intention of coming back to help them, but will send this monster away
Completely handed over to them.
"Come……"
Buscaro was about to ask for help from Sagarei, but Oscar stopped him.
"What are you doing!" Buscaro was puzzled.
"You can't keep hoping others will save you, Buscaro, just like you can't put your courage in alcohol."
Oscar was serious. He raised the weapon in his hand and was eager to try.
"There will always be times when people are lonely, and who should come to save you then?" He said, smiling at Buscaro, "Stop trembling, you shouldn't speak with a fierce face at this time.
Can you say harsh words so that your life will not be too bad?"
Buscaro couldn't understand what Oscar was talking about. He thought this guy was crazy. Thinking about it, Lorenzo had very few normal friends.
Damn Lorenzo, Buscaro was almost going crazy thinking about this, as if all the bad luck started from then on.
"I'm not you! Great writer, I'm a doctor, a fucking doctor! The most dangerous weapon I've ever used is just a scalpel!"
Buscaro growled, he had indeed tried it just now, but he didn't even know how to use a firearm.
Oscar didn't care. He raised his sword and pointed it at the demon and at the end of the rain and fog.
"Buscaro, your wife is at the end of this street, right?"
Hearing this, Buscaro's heart skipped a beat.
"No one will save you all the time... We all have tasks to do next, which is far more important than saving a few citizens. Maybe you need to walk the final journey alone, so what should you do without us?
"
Oscar squinted his eyes, not sure whether he was observing Buscalo or wary of the bleeding demon approaching slowly.
"Tell me something! Do you stand there shivering and listen to your wife's wailing, and then soon after, you also fall into the same wailing? Or do you act like a man and pick up this hatchet and hack to death?
This damn thing."
Buscaro raised his head with difficulty and saw Oscar reaching out and holding the hatchet in front of his eyes.
"Are you helping me? Give me the courage to face my wife?" Buscaro seemed to understand Oscar's intention.
"Yes, and then kill a monster along the way. By the way, this is a monster. Ordinary people will never have the chance to kill a monster in this life."
Even in this situation, Oscar was still very happy.
Buscaro suppressed his fear and clenched the hatchet tightly. It was like a hunt. The end of the road has come, and the winner will be decided between the hunter and the prey.
"But, Oscar, is what you just said true?"
In this tense moment, Buscaro seemed to be infected and started talking nonsense.
Perhaps because of the decision, the fear in Buscaro's heart slowly subsided as he tightened his grip on the ax handle, but he was still curious about the authenticity of Oscar's words.
He couldn't believe that this drunkard who had been drunk with him not long ago would make such a wonderful sound.
"If you read my book, you will read this line in the corner."
Oscar carried the long sword and walked in front of Buscaro.
"What?"
"This story is adapted from real events, with a certain degree of artistic processing!"
At the end of his words, he was completely yelled out.
Oscar is very aware of his situation. He is old, and his muscles are not as strong as when he was young. The same is true for his physical strength. He can no longer swing the sword a few times, nor can he continue to fight. He only has a short ten seconds to burst out.
Use all your strength to kill the monster in front of you.
The distance between the two sides got closer and closer, until the calm broke.
The demon chose to kill and jumped up hard, blocking all the light. Oscar rolled sideways hard at this time. The rain hindered him and his movements became a little slow, but he still narrowly escaped the demon.
of culling.
But the demon's power is greater than his, and his reaction speed is faster than Oscar's, so he doesn't have many opportunities.
Grasping the hilt of the sword with both hands, Oscar roared and thrust the sword into the demon's side. Then he kicked his knees hard and hit the end hard, causing it to advance again.
The demon screamed, and Oscar also screamed. Thanks to meeting Buscaro, he finally realized that this was not a special power, but rheumatism.
He turned around and waved his sharp claws, and the sharp end grazed Oscar's chest, tearing his clothes and leaving a small blood mark on his chest. If he went deeper, Oscar would be killed.
The danger of death echoed in his mind. Oscar was not afraid, but showed excitement.
Some things that were lost in a comfortable life are now found again between life and death.
"Buscaro!"
he shouted loudly.
There was no voice in response, but under the rain, Buscaro explained his intention with actions.
Buscaro held the hatchet tightly with both hands. When the monster was fighting with Oscar, he had already arrived behind the monster. Holding back his fear and anger, he raised the hatchet high and used all his strength.
"It's like an operation."
He whispered, comforting himself that this was like a very ordinary operation. Now he was going to amputate the patient's limbs. In order to reduce the pain and bleeding, he had to move it very quickly.
The chaotic consciousness was no longer there, and Buscaro was sober as he had never been before.
The demon in front of him was no longer weird. According to the traces of the raised limbs, he seemed to be able to see the bones under the skin and the fascia connected to them...
"drink!"
Buscaro roared loudly, splitting the demon in front of him as if he was about to smash fear.
The ax blade viciously split open the demon's waist and abdomen. The tough ribs were broken one by one, and the flesh, flesh and internal organs were shattered. The force was so great that it penetrated the spine and was deeply embedded in the demon's body.
A harsh wail sounded. Buscaro was covered in blood and was in a daze. At this moment, the demon turned around and waved its claws. Just when it was about to be killed, the hanging claws stopped and could not continue to fall.
I saw Oscar holding the demon's armpit, and the long sword penetrated along its lower part, jamming the blade into the shoulder joint, so the raised arm failed to fall. The harder the demon pushed, the stronger
The muscles allow the sharp blade to cut deeper into the flesh.
"Well done! Buscaro!"
Oscar turned over and climbed onto the demon's body, and started fighting with it at close range. He was like being entangled by a python, his sharp claws kept sliding off, his ferocious fangs also tried to devour Oscar, and his scarlet tongue kept moving.
wave.
"Quiet!"
Oscar shouted.
He grabbed the flying tongue and held his breath and exerted force. The old guy was surprisingly strong and with the sound of tearing flesh and blood, he forcefully pulled the tongue out of the demon's mouth.
A slender stream of blood spurted out, but this was not the end, Oscar continued to give orders.
"Don't stop!"
Hearing this, Buscaro bit his tongue and put his hands into the demon's wound. In the bloody mess, he grasped the ax handle again.
He roared, and the demon also whined.
Oscar rode on its neck, punching it one after another according to the wounds he had slashed before.
Each punch used Oscar's full strength. At first, he could still feel the pain from his fists, but soon the splattered blood not only covered the demon's wounds, but also covered his fists.
"Get down here!"
Oscar roared angrily, and with one final punch, he broke the demon's tough cervical vertebrae, his head drooped, and a large amount of blood spat out from his mouth.
But the demon was not dead yet. It struggled like crazy, threw Oscar off its body, and forced Buscaro back. But before he was pushed back, Buscaro pulled out and embedded himself in it.
hatchet.
It was like opening the drain of a reservoir. Blood couldn't stop pouring out from the hideous wound, along with the smelly internal organs.
The demon staggered a few times and half-knelt down into the stagnant water. Its voice became weaker, like a lion surrounded by jackals, and it had reached the end of its life.
"Cut it in the chest, Buscaro, and smash its heart."
Oscar climbed up from the water. In his opinion, the monster in front of him no longer posed any threat. Its head was broken, its arms were locked with a long sword, and its internal organs were hollowed out, leaving only a shriveled torso.
This time Buscaro said nothing. He raised his hatchet again and approached the monster warily.
The tranquility only lasted for a few seconds before a resounding roar emerged, as if he was about to spit out his soul, and Buscaro blushed.
One blow after another.
He was like a crazy butcher. This was no longer slashing. Instead, he was smashing with a blunt blade, breaking flesh and blood, breaking bones, smashing his own fear, and smashing this damn alcohol.
It collapsed heavily, until the entire chest was smashed into blood, and the beating heart inside was also crushed, penetrated by broken bones and riddled with holes.
Finally Buscaro stopped, with a hideous corpse lying in front of him, and his body was bathed in blood.
It's like being reborn.
Oscar laughed at this.
"Run! Buscaro!"
he shouted to his old friend.
"Whether you are a hero saving the beauty, or you are going to die together! Anyway, go quickly! Buscaro, go back to your family!"
Run! Run!
They stood up from the water and ran towards the end of the rain and fog.