The Legend of Fatality

A pair of cold hands appeared on him, and he felt himself floating from the water. He didn't want to wake up, he wanted to stay in the silence at the bottom of the lake.

He tried to struggle, but his limbs had no strength. Although he spent a lot of effort to resist, the gentle hands still dragged him to the water.

Charlie knelt on the ground, his hands on the ground, and coughed a sip of water. He took a deep breath and slowly regained consciousness. Then he found that he had brutally poked two holes in his breastplate, but the flesh below was unscathed, even without scars.

He stood up. He was found standing on the shore of the lake, in a forest glade covered with wild hyacinths, surrounded by mist.

The light messenger emerged from the dense fog. The eyes of this immortal soul erupted in a burst of light, and then its huge blade screamed at him in the air.

If the sword hit Charlie, he would be split in half. Charlie jumped back, avoiding the blow, barely being cut.

He reached for the Sword of Galamonte, but found that the scabbard in his waist was already empty. The light messenger then waved the blade again, and Charlie had to rush to the ground in order not to be cut off.

Charlie reached out his hand behind his back and pulled out his heavy sword. The light messenger rushed at him again, but Charlie was ready to stop the hero's next attack. Charlie held the big sword in his hands, and despite this, he was kneeled down on the ground by the heavy blow. In despair, he stood up again, using his blade to stop the next attack. This attack struck him with a deadly arc and aimed at his abdomen.

This attack made his arms tremble, and he was knocked back two steps. The messenger of light approached mercilessly, not giving Charlie time to recover. The attack of this mysterious hero is neither shrewd nor cunning. He just did not hesitate and launched a series of tireless attacks without regret, seemingly endless. Each blow is delivered with amazing power, if Charlie is hit by any of them, it will immediately fall.

This hero stood up a head taller than Charlie, and every blow made him dizzy. His hands were numb from shaking, and he didn't even have time to think about how to launch a counterattack.

Rolling mist continued to accumulate. Soon there were only two of them in their eyes. Nothing else matters.

Charlie backed frantically, using all his skills and the instincts he had honed in the battle to fight for a few more seconds. His arms were long tired, and the big sword in his hand was like holding a heavy lead rough embryo. In contrast, the light messenger is tireless.

Finally, Charlie found an opportunity as a breakthrough. He avoided a fierce blow towards the top of his head, and let his opponent, the glowing blade, slide down his blade, and then waved the blade to resist a low attack. Then Charlie dodges cleverly and turns around to bypass the immortal hero's next blow, putting the weight of his entire body behind the blow, and the big sword pierced the neck of the light messenger. .

His blade fell between the ancient plate armor, sliding between the helmet and the armor, passing through the junction of the chain armor under the armor, but it did not sink anymore. It was like the body of the immortal hero was made of steel, and the force of the blow back to Charlie's arms.

The light messenger hit Charlie's chin with his backhand, and he fell heavily on the ground, blood splattered. He hurried to the side, avoiding the painful sword because it came again. The Lightbringer's weapon was embedded in the ground, and Charlie stood up unsteadily.

His arm hurts, so he took a few steps back, but the claws stretched out of fear had grabbed his heart. He had put everything he had on the blow just now, and the timing of the blow was perfect. If he hits any enemy, no matter how powerful they are, their heads will fly and be cut cleanly from their shoulders, but the Light Messenger continues to approach him unscathed.

Charlie shook his head, changed his mind, tossed his fear aside, and called the name of his goddess. The pale flame flashed along the edge of the blade of his great sword, and he felt his limbs full of new life.

Charlie yelled and rushed back to the immortal hero, slashing and slashing. He pretended to attack in the high position and attacked in the low position, brandishing his heavy sword and killing. Each blow was hit by the burning sword of the Lightbringer, and the enchanted metal collided again and again, sparks splashing.

Charlie and the light messenger beat you to death and attacked each other, no one gave in. Charlie was illuminated by the divine light of the lady, able to match the anger and power of his enemies. For a while, this battle seemed to last forever, and the two would engage in a never ending in the mist duel. Time has lost all meaning. The only thing that exists is competition. Neither warrior could defeat the other, and their blades became ambiguous during the assassination.

There was no sign of the end of the battle, but Charlie suddenly understood.

"This is not a test of bravery," he said in a low voice, shaking his head, indicating that he had not realized this before.

He avoided an attack that chopped to his neck, and suddenly turned the handle of the blade over, holding the big sword on his hands like a dagger, with the tip of the sword facing down. He slammed it and plunged it into the soil, kneeling on one knee. He lowered his head, exposed his neck, and closed his eyes. He felt the light messenger approaching him and raised his sword in preparation for a fatal blow.

"I am willing to give my life to this lady," Charlie said seriously.

The blade of the immortal hero passed across his neck ... and then stopped. The cold emanating from the blade hurt his skin. Then it was lifted up, and the light messenger stepped aside.

Charlie opened his eyes ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Seeing the fog spread in front of him, opened a passage in the fog. A beautiful figure rose from the lake water, surrounded by light and shadow, with ivy and lily dotted it. When she surfaced, there was no ripples on the lake. Her hair was very long, the color of the sun, so dazzling that tears ran down Charlie's cheek unabashedly. No force in the world can make him deviate from this sacred scene.

The lady on the lake floated to Charlie, her bare feet, only a few inches from the water. The white lily fell from her hair like raindrops, and fell on the lake behind her. She wore a flowing tulle and smiled as she approached him, holding a holy grail filled with liquid in her hand.

The goddess floated near the lake, just a few yards from where Charlie was kneeling and crying. Her eyes shone like autumn leaves, filled with gold, amber and bronze colors, and she handed him the Holy Grail. It is filled with sunlight in the form of liquid, overflowing from the Holy Grail.

Charlie barely dared to breathe. He stood up and walked into the shoal to meet his goddess. Sunlight spilled from every pore on her, warming his face, and he reached out with a trembling hand to pick up the Holy Grail.

It was heavy, he felt a strange tingling rush on his arm. He looked down at the unfathomable depths of the magical holy grail, and he saw silent images of his past and future reflected in front of him. He raised the chalice to his lips, but hesitated for a while before sipping it.

It is said that only those who have pure hearts and no stains on their souls can sip to that lady ’s holy grail to survive.

Charlie took a deep breath, tremblingly raised the golden chalice and drank it.