High Above

It seems that there are a thousand thunders resounding in the ears, and it seems that there are a thousand lightnings piercing the sky.

Ian raised his sword and took a step forward. In a kind of intoxication and enthusiasm, he stepped into a darkness full of light.

The fascination comes from the brain, and the heat comes from the body. In the eyes of the young man at this time, the world has completely turned into a sea of ​​mist, but the deeper he goes into it, the more he seems to step into a bottomless abyss.

——Is this the feeling I have never experienced before?

At this moment, Ian felt that the shackles of his thinking were slowly being shattered, and things that he had never thought about in the past came to mind, and the strong stimulation and toxin brought by the fruit of the soma wine tree were seeping into the mucous membrane In the blood, and then transmitted to the brain, forcibly opening one after another physical restraint and thought shackles.

It's not because I'm anesthetized that I can't think—it's because I'm overwhelmed by too much information, so I can't think.

If it is an ordinary person, even the indigenous warriors who have been trained since childhood will turn into bloodthirsty beasts at this moment. They can only rely on instinct to attack the enemy and become a berserker who kills both the enemy and us.

But Ian felt that everything was very good.

very good.

"It turns out that death is like this, slowly stepping into selfless destruction..."

As soon as he restrained his psychic backlash, Wiggs raised his head and heard the boy of Bai Zhimin muttering to himself: "This is really a completely unknown feeling... It is completely different from the darkness and unknownness in the starry sky, but the darkness and unknownness of death are different. It also feels good..."

--what happened?

The knight frowned. He continued to listen to Ian's heart, but he heard nothing.

But in contrast, there was a sudden whistling wind coming from his ear vortex.

"What?!"

Weggs was startled, he raised his left hand to block, and with the sound of bone and iron, something even more shocking happened to him——Ian's strength was twice as strong as before. It was so wild that the bone sword he blocked was deflected a little.

Listening carefully to the voice, the knight was stunned to realize that Ian's state at the moment was extremely wrong!

His heartbeat accelerated, and the surge of blood was several times higher than before. If it weren't for the sublimated person's blood vessels and heart, the blood vessels would have ruptured long ago, and the internal muscles would have been over-congested and disabled!

There was even a gust of hot air rising from the other party's body, rolling the surrounding rain and fog like a wind!

Clang! ! !

Just when Wiggs was in doubt, Ian slashed with his sword again, as if lightning tore through the dark night-this time he still didn't hear the slightest heartbeat, and didn't even feel a vague instinct!

Losing both eyes and skin's sense of wind, even the psionic power of the sound of the wind is invalid. The knight hastily blocked, but he was still knocked back and staggered back several steps.

The boy Bai Zhimin had no intention of retreating. He continued to move forward silently, chasing Weggs. He had obviously lost most of his thinking ability and was immersed in the darkness of death, but he was still able to find the most tricky and crucial angle and swing at the enemy. A series of fierce sword moves.

"It's psionic power!"

Although he couldn't see it, Wiggs could sense that the 'gaze' that was originally vaguely focused on him seemed to be more than ten times stronger.

The opponent didn't look at his vitals at all, he just relied on the pure 'premonition' brought by spiritual energy, and relied on the 'prophet's intuition' to attack himself!

thinking? instinct? No need... At this moment, Ian just swung his sword purely at the specific color in his psychic omen.

He wasn't even attacking.

One sword is heavier than another, and one sword is faster than another. At this moment, Ian has integrated Hilliard's teachings with his own spiritual power in the past two years—his body discarded all unnecessary movements, The feedback of psychic energy is used as the basis for fighting.

Therefore, there is no prophet.

Wiggs felt as if he was fighting a smaller Hilliard, whose body was obviously very weak, and might lose his fighting ability at any time due to the backlash brought about by this inexplicable state, but he was still able to persevere Until the moment when he felt unbelievable.

The more he swung the sword, the more he fought, the more he felt that the two figures were overlapping... Although the prophet's swordsmanship is different from the mentor's back-to-basics skills, but for him who is now seriously injured and near death, there is no essence. difference.

and……

He was indeed dying.

Click! I don't know how many steps back, Wiggs stepped on a rock under his feet, this is a mistake he would never make before - a swordsman can't even control the strength of his own feet, it can only show that his The pace has been messed up to the point of collapse.

He raised his sword, and silently slashed Ian horizontally with the bottom of the bone blade. The sound of steel scraping against bone was harsh and sharp, making him feel like vomiting.

No... not because of the sound.

Rather, the guts are about to go on strike.

Wiggs is well aware of his body.

The effect of the medicine is wearing off.

Lei Ting's paralysis has not completely dissipated.

Forced motivation is decreasing.

The loss of so much blood has caused the internal organs to be on the verge of failing.

The injury caused by the bombardment by the teacher and Lei Guang has recurred, stripping away his few remaining lifespan bit by bit.

Even the sublimation of the second energy level is about to reach the limit at this moment.

And Ian's sword was still being swung again and again.

Like thunder.

Tenacity, genius, intelligence, quick-wittedness, determination and always being able to find the right option... All these words can be placed on the young man of Bai Zhimin.

Another sword was blocked, and the bone blade had been knocked out by the Wufeng epee, but Wiggs had no energy left to mobilize the source quality and absorb the surrounding calcium to make up for it.

The knight just turned his head and 'looked' in the direction where the old man's breathing came from the wind and rain.

Wiggs looked at the mentor who rescued himself from the sea of ​​suffering, at the mentor who led him to the road of sublimation, and he looked at the mentor who disappeared completely without saying a word, allowing all the old friends and disciples of the Patrol Knights to be killed The mentor looked at the mentor who was old enough to be close to death, but still insisted on the mission of 'don't know what'.

In the empty eye sockets, the brilliance of spiritual energy is gradually dimming.

——Is this the heir you have chosen? Really good and good successor...

it seems...

I really don't deserve it.

The brilliance of the sky is gathering, and the dazzling bright red is gathering on the epee without a front. Even now that he is completely intoxicated on the verge of death, Ian still throws the long sword in his hand without hesitation, and it goes straight towards Weggs. stabbed in the chest.

The knight who had reached the limit instinctively wanted to raise the bone blade in his hand to block, but the left-hand sword that was already on the verge of shattering broke as soon as it touched it.

Immediately afterwards, the long sword that followed directly penetrated the enamel exoskeleton that was slowly collapsing, and went straight into the center of the bloody chest.

Wiggs fell to the ground with his head up, but even so he was not dead. He listened in relief to the roar of the sky gradually coming from above his head, which was rapidly attacking him, the heat and thunder gathered.

Eager to hear other people's opinions, psykers who are eager to hear other people's opinions, can't hear anything.

In a huge roar that pierced the whole world, he fell into true, decisive and silent darkness.

never return.

The white-haired boy stared at this scene, also slowly closed his eyes, and fell backwards.

He also fell into the quiet, familiar and warm darkness.

It's like coming home.