Did that blow seriously injure the weirdo? Arthur was not sure, even though he knew that Bedivere would not show mercy. Slashing someone with a sword should result in a fatal blow. But Arthur had tried slashing with a sword before.
That weirdo, but the power of the sword is always blocked by the sticky bodies of those swamp ghosts, often weakening most of it. Bedivere's sneak attack must have been successful, but to the point of success, the power of the sword will be weakened by that...
It is still unknown to what extent the black energy in a person's body has been weakened.
Arthur saw a white figure passing by, it was Bedivere. It seemed that Bedivere was also very cautious. He immediately distanced himself with his sword and did not continue to pursue the opponent for fear of being counterattacked. And the man began to cry in pain
Half-kneeling on the ground, he seemed to have been severely injured, but he roared even more angrily:
Bedivere's sneak attack failed to weaken the weirdo's physical strength, but instead angered the guy and made him counterattack even harder. The torrent of darkness surged out from between his palms, forcing towards Arthur and the others with an all-devouring momentum.
Xiaoxing.
"It won't work." Fortunately, Xiaoxing had already returned to his dragon form at this time, took off by flapping his wings, and used his advantage in the air to avoid a wave of attacks from his opponent.
"Bastard!" Arthur was not idle either. He grasped Xiaoxing's neck with one hand to prevent himself from falling off the dragon's back. With his other hand, he used his alchemy glove to create a large fireball of dragon flames and threw it out. The fireball was very powerful.
It was so huge that it was impossible for the opponent not to guard against it. Although there was no way to actually cause any damage to the weirdo, it would at least suppress it for a second and a half.
Bang!! The holy fire fireball hit the invisible black mud, and the white holy fire and the black mud splashed everywhere. The black mud was of course not a real thing, but composed of countless swamp ghosts, similar to a virtual
Material things. Only then did Arthur realize why these swamp wraiths were called swamp wraiths. Thousands of them gathered into a group, and their writhing appearance was exactly the same as the mud in the swamp!
"Wow, that's disgusting!" Xiaoxing complained, patronizing but not helping.
Arthur couldn't help but roll his eyes at Xiaoxing. He didn't blame anything. Instead, he focused on condensing a more powerful holy flame fire ball on his left hand, preparing to throw it at the target on the ground. But the swamp ghosts also became stronger and more powerful.
Crazy, a black evil energy rose into the sky, like a giant hand made of mud, trying to touch the sky.
"Hold on tight." Xiaoxing has not attacked since just now because he has to defend with all his strength. He also seems to know that the monster in front of him is not easy to mess with. If he is not careful, he will be hit by the terrifying sludge. And the combat level
As he is still immature, he really cannot attack and dodge at the same time, so he would rather give up attacking to save himself and focus all his energy on dodging.
Whoosh! Xia Shuanglong flapped its wings and drifted sideways, easily dodging the attack from the ground.
But immediately, five or six more streams of black mud emerged from the ground, surrounding the flying dragon in the air from all directions!
"I'll figure it out for you on the left, just hide the one on the right." Arthur said.
Xiaoxing did not respond to Arthur and instead hid directly to the left. The King of Knights also threw the big fire ball in his hand. The fierce holy fire ball hit the chasing black mud, and the tentacle-like things were thrown away.
Blow up!
But the crazier black sludge rose into the sky, and the speed was incredibly huge, just like the anger and resentment in the weirdo's heart. The speed they came over was far beyond the flying speed of Xiaoxing.
Yes, Arthur frowned, this man and the dragon had been completely swallowed by the darkness.
(In the end, I still fell into the trap.)
Although he was swallowed by nightmares, Arthur's consciousness was exceptionally clear, he knew his situation and knew exactly what he should do.
(However, this nightmare is not without an outlet.)
He opened his eyes and looked around, trying to find an exit from this nightmare, a breakthrough point to get rid of it.
Then the world began to change, and the deep, mud-like darkness was replaced by a raging fire.
1406, burial ground on the outskirts of Sheffield.
Everything started from that riot, but ended with that riot. Countless people died, and their bodies were dragged here by soldiers covered in blood and thrown into a deep pit.
It was heavy pressure, extremely heavy pressure. It was as if the weight of the entire world was pressing on him.
It was darkness and suffocation like an abyss and swamp, it was the smell of blood, it was the smell of burned corpses, the coldness of dead flesh, and the gradually accumulating and shattering heat.
That is death.
That is the end of those who fail to resist fate.
There is no need to ask about the reasons anymore, no matter why they resisted or how they failed and ended up in this situation. When a person is about to die, all this becomes irrelevant. He is just resentful, extremely resentful.
Hate this world, hate this wrong era, hate this destined fate, hate everything that has ravaged them.
The heat was getting stronger and stronger. It was the soldiers who were gathering the corpses and igniting them. Hundreds, thousands, thousands, the cold corpses of the deceased were twisting again, letting out silent wails.
It hurts so much. It's so hot. I don't want to die. Help.
Maybe this is hell.
He didn't want to die either. But compared to the inevitable death that was about to come, what was more persistent in his heart at this moment was the hatred.
------No matter what, those who did all this must pay the price!
------No matter what, those whose hands are stained with the blood of today's massacre must pay with blood!
------No matter what, you must taste the taste of revenge!
Only then can you be willing to die!
"Oh, is that so?"
Just before being burned away by the flames, he heard a long, dull voice.
"My name is Mobius Maiyu, the Time of the Abyss, the Hoarder of Knowledge." The voice introduced itself, mixed with the crackling sound of the flames burning the corpse, like a whisper from hell.
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"This intense emotion, this painful memory, this hatred that is rare among humans, please allow me to include it in my collection no matter what." said the Demon Hou.
"Trade with me." The evil thing from the abyss is tempting: "In this way, you may be able to fulfill your wish."
The answer is obvious, and there is no room for choice.
He promised. He handed over his memory, the painful memory of the massacre of the entire city.
The flames converged around him, turned into an infinite torrent, and was sucked into a special metal book. Then this weirdo, covered in a sticky substance made of darkness, holding the book in his hand, roared among the corpses.
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The crazy dancing darkness spread everywhere along with the fire storm, igniting the group of soldiers outside the pit. People screamed and ran away, only to be mercilessly devoured by the inexplicable darkness.
It was not until a long, long time later that not even a single living person was left, and the figure shrouded in darkness slowly crawled out of the pit.
Countless living people turned into the dead, turning into a sticky and dark sludge-like substance that became one with him. He was a collection of countless living beings, and he was also a collection of countless undead souls. He was the one who screamed for revenge.
The people are also the targets of revenge.
Ever since that massacre, ever since that appalling mass death incident, this nameless shadow of death has sneaked into the deepest part of the mountain forest, deploying and plotting, suppressing its own madness while waiting for opportunities.
An opportunity for revenge against the pseudo-royal family that seized power in a coup.
Arthur opened his eyes and looked at the shadow surrounded by flames that seemed very far away and yet very close at hand.
"That's your story." Arthur whispered, "But I don't care."
"No matter how deep your hatred is, no matter how big your difficulties are, I have to destroy you." The lightsaber in the hand of the King of Knights was shining brightly.
"The undead of the past should have disappeared long ago. As long as you stand in my way, you will be my enemy."
He rushed towards the shadow: "So, die!!"
Wow!! The Holy Sword of Seraph can still be swung as usual in the nightmare, slashing at the opponent. Maybe this is not the real Holy Sword of Seraph, and Arthur does not have a sword in his hand. He is just mentally stronger than ordinary people, and in the nightmare
I can just think of something to break the nightmare!
The shadow of death didn't even have time to dodge and swallowed the sword of the King of Knights. Then, the holy sword cut the shadow in half!
"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh------" The thing was screaming, just like the scream it made on the day it was killed.
Arthur did not stop and continued to dance wildly. The lightsaber cut his opponent into pieces more and more at an astonishing speed that was difficult for the naked eye to catch up with!
"No!!!!!!!" The shadow of death was not just screaming, the voice was closer to a roar.
"Revenge!------I want... revenge!!------"
It was cut into pieces, but it could still scream, because this was its nightmare.
"Kill them all... you! Kill them all...!!"
It was a scream that hovered on the edge of sanity and madness, but because it wanted revenge, it never fell into complete madness. Instead, its power was suppressed by reason.
"You die obediently!" Arthur continued to chop for a long time, and finally located the source of the sound from the scream. The hidden ball was almost invisible in the deepest part of the darkness.
But Arthur aimed at the invisible thing, struck it with his sword, and pierced it!
Bang!! He heard a sound like breaking glass.
It was actually a hand, a hand made of stone. At the moment when it was about to shatter, the hand was still holding a metal book that Arthur could not see before. The lightsaber destroyed the hand, but it was like
It passed through the book like penetrating the air, until the moment Arthur touched the metal book.
"Abyssal Code: Words" (Abyssal Code:Words).
------Arthur didn't know the real name of this book until he actually touched it. (To be continued)