Chapter 124: Death Poison (2/4)

  Chapter 124 The Poison of Death (24)

   Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang Dang—Ian Wiggs' blades intersected, the sound of bones and iron colliding continued, and apprentices and knights were fighting fiercely.

  One side keeps retreating to defend, and the other side keeps advancing and attacking, unexpectedly maintaining a considerable balance of power.

   "Isn't his strength exhausted?"

The enemy's sword is heavier than a sword. It is far more powerful than ordinary monsters. The young man already feels numb in his palms and arms, and the extreme pain is spreading all over his body: "Swinging a sword with one hand can make both hands hold a sword. It's hard for me to resist!"

It had been a long time since the enemy was physically exhausted, and the young man couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Fighting with the teacher for a long time, one arm and part of the internal organs were cut off, and then he was bombarded by lightning, and after consuming a lot of source matter condensed armor, he was still able to fight me with swords. Such a long time!"

  Earth sublimators, are they really so tough? !

   But it was Weggs who was even more shocked.

   "What kind of monster?! Even if I am seriously injured, the ordinary first energy level will never catch my sword!"

Even though both eyes are destroyed, the knight still remembers the appearance of the other party—a white boy of about ten years old. Even if he is a gifted wizard, he has completed the training of a sand armor apprentice before puberty, but it is absolutely impossible for him to be so full. His physical strength and skills are able to block his continuous sword moves.

   "Could it be that he is not only talented in sublimation practice, but also has excellent potential in martial arts?"

  In addition to being unbelievable, what he feels at this moment is an extremely complicated emotion composed of admiration, jealousy and suddenness: "No wonder... no wonder the mentor who is about to die disregards his own body and accepts him as a disciple..."

   "No wonder the mentor...is willing to give his life for him."

but…

  I can do this too!

  Two faint white flames ignited in the eye socket cavity of the head of the bone armor, and viscous black-red body fluid flowed out, like blood and tears.

  At this moment, the water-colored brilliance in Ian's eyes, who also activated his spiritual energy, trembled slightly. He saw Weggs stabbing his chest obliquely with his sword again, so he raised his sword to block it.

  But at this moment, he felt an extreme sense of danger.

  Weggs' stabbing sword was just a false move. After being blocked by Ian's sword, he drew an arc, bypassing the defensive range of the long sword, and then stabbed towards the boy's open heart.

   This is impossible, because if Ian hadn't planned to stop defending just now, he could have taken advantage of the situation and slashed across, slashing at the most vulnerable right shoulder of Wiggs' armor, and then tearing his ribs and lungs.

gamble? how is this possible…

  This is, mind reading!

   "Weggs can hear the heart!"

   Thinking in astonishment, Ian knew this a long time ago, but he didn't expect the accuracy of this mind reading to be so high that his subconscious could grasp it—he didn't even think about it just now, he just blocked it according to instinct!

   But it was too late to deal with anything now. The knight's rapier had already reached his chest, and there was only a thin layer of clothing away from the heart, the flesh and blood of the human body and the undeveloped bone plate.

   But the bone blade did not pierce the layer of clothing.

  Boom!

As if hitting something extremely tough, Ian's body flew upside down, and then rolled several times on the ground in embarrassment—he still held the frontless epee in his hand, and after unloading the force for the first time Time stood up and put on a confrontational stance again.

   "I'm not dead?"

  The young man thought in astonishment that he felt that he would at least be stabbed to the bone, and then picked up by Wiggs to turn into a human-shaped meat skewer...Anyway, that was probably the end, the time was too tight, and he didn't have time to think about it.

He looked down at his chest, and the pain followed—the bones in his chest had been shattered, and the petrified flesh and skin of the sand armor apprentice had also been shattered. At this moment, there must be a **** mess under his clothes, and the bones Slag stabs out.

  But the heart was intact, it was just shaken, and there was a little bit of ventricular ischemia and arrhythmia.

"Ahem." Suddenly, Ian spat out a mouthful of blood, and was 'hit' by Wiggs' sword just now, causing him to bite a small piece of his tongue... But this pain and the warnings that are spreading all over his body now, The unspeakable soreness and paralysis are incomparable.

  Even if he is not dead, his body has also reached its limit.

   On the other side, Weggs, who was trembling from the psychic backlash, also sensed the touch from the bone blade of his left hand in a daze.

  He felt that he would definitely be able to penetrate that talented junior with one blow.

But…

   "Dragon Skin..."

A hoarse, extremely dry voice sounded, the knight raised his head in disbelief, and 'looked' in Ian's direction, his tone was full of astonishment and disbelief: "The mentor took off his real steel dragon skin cloak...here you make clothes?!"

envy? Or resentment? Not only that... more is a kind of unwillingness that is almost choking.

and many more-

   When his emotions were agitated, Wiggs noticed that in addition to the dragon skin, the flesh and bones on the chest of the Bai Zhimin boy were also too hard.

-Oh.

  The man finally realized it.

  That child...can already activate the sand armor, condensing three sublimation organs...

   This is not something that can be piled up by relying on talent and resources casually. It is something that can only be condensed and sublimated with sweat and tears, blood and soul.

  Compared to these, he failed to take a single blow, and Ian did not die. They are all trivial matters.

   "What a genius...what a hard worker. You are really strong."

  The man's tone is no longer jealousy or loss, but a kind of sudden understanding, a kind of enlightenment.

   He finally understood something.

  In Ian's eyes, the fog representing threat and danger on Wiggs' body became more and more dense, covering his whole body like a lightning fog, and painting his white armor into a dead black red.

  Whether it is for him or for myself.

  The opponent has also reached the limit.

  —The final battle is coming.

  The boy is also very aware of his current physical condition at this moment.

The arm muscles were torn, the sternum was shattered, the heart was trembling, and all the strength in his body was almost exhausted. His legs were almost unsteady. .

  —The limit has been reached.

Ian turned his head and looked in the direction where Hilliard was. The old man was struggling to get up. He seemed to be talking about something, as if to let him come, let him continue this endless, between mentor and apprentice battle.

   But how is it possible? Hilliard's physical condition is worse than him, and there is only an insignificant gap left before he dies.

  He had to fight...whether it was for his teacher, for himself, or for Elland in Port Harrison. No one can guarantee that Wiggs, who has long been close to madness, will let a child of a few years old-he might let it go, but why should he trust the enemy?

   "Mind reading..."

  Whispering to himself, by forcing himself to think, Ian strengthened his spirits, thinking about how to deal with the most difficult force of the enemy: "If it wasn't for the mind-reading, I might be able to persist until he exhausted his physical strength first..."

  Obviously, because of the loss of both ears, eyes, and even sense of smell and touch, Wiggs' extreme desire for hearing made his psychic power explode further, and even Ian's instinctive reaction could be spied on.

   This is already the ultimate, no matter how powerful the mind reading is, it can’t be stronger than this, it can only have other functions.

   How to deal with this psionic and overwhelming power?

   "Only... completely give up thinking."

  With a realization in his heart, Ian took out a seed from his bosom: "There is only a stronger, much stronger power than now."

  The seeds of the soma wine tree were held tightly in the boy's palm.

  After the indigenous war two years ago, Ian did not sell the few Somo wine tree seeds to the pharmacy. He was not short of money, but lacked this special sublimation plant as a research material.

  After several alchemy refining failures, five of the original six seeds were consumed, leaving only the last one.

  Ian swallowed it and chewed it.

  The almond-like seeds exude a long-precipitated, overly rich aroma in the mouth, and it permeates after chewing, turning into a strange taste mixed with fragrance and bitterness, as if highly poisonous.

   This is indeed poison—the native berserkers are bloodthirsty beasts armed with this poison. As long as they swallow it, they can turn into ruthless war machines.

   and die.

  Ian has always been very rational, this is a necessary choice, he neither hesitates nor regrets, not to mention that he is a sublimator, and he is not an ordinary native.

   "If you can't win, you will die. If you eat it, you may die. It's too easy to choose."

  So he swallowed the poison called death, and let the mellow fragrance that was enough to intoxicate the soul spread in his body.

   So he raised his sword again.

   Stand in front of the enemy.

   Stand in front of your loved ones.

  (end of this chapter)