Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1619: Transformation to the ultimate battle (24)
Chapter 1619 The transformation to the ultimate battle (twenty-four)
This kid Seglade has such a hand! ------ Thinking of this, Faris couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.
Not anymore. If it goes on like this, Faris will not only be unable to wait for work and rely on time to defeat Seglade, but will usher in his own defeat!
If Seglade used this simple and violent method to remove all the toxins from his body, Faris would have no chance of winning!
The only thing he can do now is to try to escape the threat of the lightsaber while Seglade is poisoned and unable to move very well, and take the opportunity to fight back. Under normal circumstances, the sharpshooter Faris, who was pressed against his neck by the lightsaber, couldn't move at all, and if he moved, he would die. But now is not a normal situation, Seglade dare not kill Faris in the game!
Thinking of this, the marksman acted resolutely, immediately clenched his bow and sword, and twisted his body back unexpectedly! This action is actually very dangerous. If Seglade has the intention to kill, he can cut off Faris' neck with a knife, but because the leopard boy didn't dare to kill Faris, he hesitated!
Dodging the first blow, Faris immediately raised the bow and sword in his hand and stabbed Seglyde's chest straight at the heart of the leopard boy. After seeing the powerful self-healing ability of Sagrad, the marksman knew that only by destroying the heart of the Leopard boy could stop Sagrad!
If he had been lucky, the blow could have landed directly and declared Seglade's defeat!
Unfortunately for Farris, however, the poison on Cyglade was also relieved at this time, and the leopard boy was able to move - although he could not move much yet !
Seeing that Faris stabbed with a sword, Seglade immediately twisted his body to make the opponent's sword less deadly! The lightsaber in his other hand slashed out at the same time and slashed towards Faris' waist, cutting the marksman in half!
Zha! Faris' blade stabbed into Seglade's chest, but instead of hitting the heart, it passed through the ventricle, penetrated the lungs, and stabbed out from behind!
It's stuck! And the lightsaber that Seglade swept over failed to cut Faris in half, and the sharpshooter forcibly used his metal prosthetic limb to block the attack!
Mars shoots wildly, right at the junction where the lightsaber meets the prosthetic limb. After all, that prosthetic limb is not a weapon, it is quite reluctant to use it to block attacks, it can only temporarily stop the trend of the lightsaber cutting, and it has already been cut off by a third, and it will be completely cut off soon!
However, after gaining a half-second advantage for himself, Faris also dragged the blade that had pierced through Seglade's chest and continued to expand the wound. His blade was only a tenth of an inch from Seglade's heart, and he could sever it in no time!
However, at this moment, the sharpshooter Faris felt that his abdomen tightened, and something had pierced his lower abdomen.
Critical blow, delivered by Seglade's other arm. Although the attack he tried to slash Faris in half was blocked, the other lightsaber he was holding was not idle, and stabbed it out, and this moment happened to stab Faris in the abdomen.
Presumably the location of the liver, perhaps the stomach pouch. The stabbing pain in the abdomen quickly turned into a surging pain that hit the sharpshooter's brain.
Because of the severe pain, he couldn't hold the sword in his hand.
Because he is just a human, an ordinary, insignificant human being, when he is attacked by such a fatal attack, his body will definitely strike, he will not obey and start to go into shock.
------It's a pity, he was only a tenth of an inch away, and he could cut Seglade's heart!
------Unfortunately, he's just a human, not a cheating physique like these orcs!
No, you can't! ------ Those who are not of our race will have different hearts. How can you just fall here, how can you let this **** beast in front of you become a Knight of the Round Table!
Farris, who was about to faint, fought back with his last breath. With only a trace of strength, he tried to move his arm and cut it to Seglade's heart.
You vulgar and ugly beasts, keep hiding in your underdark and eating dirt!
You don't deserve honor, you don't deserve light, you don't deserve love!
Die! ! ------
Puff.
The heartbeat of the leopard boy came from the bow and sword.
Of course. After all, the bow sword had already pierced Seglade's chest, and it was only one-twentieth of an inch away from the heart of the leopard boy!
A little bit, a little bit!
Faris's dry eyes stared with rage, bloodshot in them, as if they were about to explode. He can cut the heart of this leopard boy in no time, and make Seglade vomit blood! Even if you can't win, you should at least create a lose-lose situation, so that both sides of this game cannot advance at the same time!
However, Seglade looked at his opponent calmly, unmoved even if his life might be in danger the next second.
He doesn't speak, but his cold eyes seem to have said it all.
------You humans are so ugly.
------Even if you are defeated, you are still reluctant to admit your defeat, so why don't you continue to die here?
Nothing can be achieved, nothing can be changed, just oppose for the sake of opposition, and discriminate for the sake of discrimination.
------Is this the dark nature of your humans?
As if hearing Seglade's speechless question, Faris's originally round eyes suddenly slackened a little.
At the same time, the lightsaber in Seglade's hand stabbed even harder, digging and burning in the belly of Faris, the sharpshooter, smashing Faris' internal organs.
It is no longer possible.
Perhaps, this is the trend of history, and it cannot be stopped by just one or two people with their own strength.
One day, there will be one or two Knights of the Round Table among the orcs.
This is originally a fair honor. As long as the conditions are met, as long as there is enough courage and wisdom, even a crude and ugly creature like an orc can become a knight of the round table.
So all this is really pointless. Seglade, and the heroics of the other orcs who participated in the round table trial this time, are probably all recorded and displayed on the TV screen. Even if Faris fought for his life here and stopped one orc, there would still be thousands of orcs who would try.
Farris finally breathed a sigh of relief when he realized how pointless all this was, and fell down in despair.
No, maybe he was relieved because he was relieved.
Seglade didn't say anything, just stared at the fallen opponent in front of him. Faris was mortally wounded and could no longer fight.
"The third game of the third group, the winner, Cyglade the Panther." A bee golem flew by, announcing the result of the game.
However, Seglade was startled, and only then did he realize that the battle had lasted for so long, the surrounding ice fog had begun to dissipate, and the visibility had become higher, and the bee golem originally trapped in the icicle could be everywhere. Active! When the bee golem flew by just now, it had already photographed the face of the leopard boy!
Seglade hurriedly covered his face: "Wait! The image just now can't be broadcast, just delete it for me!"
"How is that possible." The voice of the Knight of the Round Table, Cador, came from the bee golem, and his tone was reproachful: "The game just now was broadcast live all over Africa. It's all your fault for making the battlefield look like this. , the live broadcast has lost a lot of wonderful scenes------ and you still want us to cut more for you?!"
Seglade didn't speak, took a cloak directly from the storage pocket of his belt and covered himself from head to toe. He carefully pulled out the bow sword that was stabbed in his chest. The portal over there had been opened, and the medical team rushed into the battlefield in swarms, surrounding Seglade and Faris.
"Don't touch me, I don't need medical care." Seglade refused the medical team's help. Although he was covered in blood and his clothes were tattered during the battle, the wounds on his body were completely healed, thanks to the water of the lake of immortality and immortality.
He trotted over to retrieve his Luna Steel Scimitar and Luna Steel Shield. Since the armor had been firmly sealed by ice cubes, he probably couldn't retrieve it by himself, and could only rely on the help of people in Great Britain. . He just picked up everything he was going to pick up, and the medical team over there also carried Faris away on a stretcher.
"Hey!" Constantine, the Knight of the Round Table, who was in charge of the medical team, called to Seglade: "Are you alright? Do you really need treatment? Your face looks pale."
"I said I don't have a problem, meow." The leopard boy replied slightly irritably. He was still very unhappy about the moment when his face was photographed by the bee golem just now. He only hoped that this child-like body would not be overly exposed to the public, especially, that Juliet would not see it.
But who's going to see such a boring fight to the end? From the moment the ice fog was raised to cover the entire battlefield, the bee golem could hardly photograph anything. It is estimated that the audience in front of the TV had already switched channels because of boredom? Just hope it really will be.
Thinking of this~IndoMTL.com~ Seglade suddenly felt a burst of collapse and threw himself to his knees. Of course. Although the wounds of the body have healed, the regeneration of the body requires a lot of nutrients to support. After completing so many regenerations in a short period of time, Seglade's physical consumption is also amazing. It seems that this regeneration ability is not as invincible as he imagined, it still has weaknesses.
When he realized this, Seglade was already lying on the ground, drowsily asleep.
With Cyglade winning the match, a group of orcs led by Bedivere advanced in the third event of the knockout round.
However, on another battlefield in the Pillars of the Red Sea, the Bee Golem announced a surprising result------
"The third game of the fourth group, "Hawkeye" Evan vs. Mordred, the winner: Mordred."
"Hmm..." Ivan, who fell to the ground and in his own pool of blood, waiting for the medical team to come to rescue, looked at the figure of the white-haired boy not far away with a blurred vision.
What he saw seemed to be a terrifying demon that was half animal and half human.