Chapter 273 (1/2)
”... farewell.”
Ariel, dressed in black, raised the long sickle of the skeleton sickle, and came at him with elegant steps like dancers on the ice.
Cold hands and feet, rapid heartbeat, pupil diffusion
Although I don't know why, at this moment, Loren did feel fear, real fear of death, so that his body was stiff and disobeyed.
It seemed that he was not in battle, but was escorted on the altar. As a sacrifice, the executioner cut off his head, then cut open his chest with a sharp axe, and took out the beating heart gushing plasma as a gift to God!
I don't know why, but I... I'm going to... Die?
Wait... No, I have to do something. Even if my body can't move, at least my consciousness is awake, that is to say, I can still use the magic spell. Remember... What did Peter FASA say
”... just as you think, Loren, the night watchman's spell may be the most special 'wizard spell' in the world - the three core ones are even designed entirely for combat, and follow the two principles of simplicity and practicality.”
”The 'beyond perception' with the most obvious effect and the strongest side effects can greatly improve the ability of response and insight;”
”The most practical 'force impact' - the fighting means of many night watchmen. With a little practice, they can fly the enemy. Skilled people can even attach their strength to weapons. Edward is best at this. His stabbing sword can pierce the strongest armor!”
”Then, there is one that many night watchers have never mastered, but it is equally practical... Because the name alone is very ugly. In addition, most night watchers' spiritual halls can only engrave two high-level magic spells. In addition, it can only be effective when they are dying, so there are not many people who master it. It is called...”
What's it called
Ariel has jumped into her arms, and the cold skeleton sickle falls face to face!
”Poof --!”
Blood gushed, and the long sickle almost cut the black haired wizard in two. His body leaned back uncontrollably, and gradually blurred his sight and watched his plasma dance.
It must hurt... Ariel, holding the sickle against her, stared sadly at the fallen Loren. No matter how strong he was, such wounds and bleeding were enough to take his life.
He is still just a ”human”, his body is still just a fragile body of flesh and blood, absolutely impossible
Ariel suddenly felt something and widened her dark eyes!
impossible!
The figure who fell in the pool of blood was shocked violently, like being hammered heavily on his chest by a giant hammer. His eyes that had not been defeated suddenly shrunk and recovered their focus, and then every muscle, every bone and every blood vessel
The body is like the most sophisticated instrument, completing ”debugging” at an unimaginable speed, starting to run again in the most perfect state, and gradually being re controlled by consciousness.
The wound seemed to have never existed... The unbelievable girl stared at the black haired wizard, got up from his pool of blood, knelt on the ground, gasped and looked up at her with difficulty:
”Sorry, I have a second hand!”
Out of breath, Loren clenched his teeth.
”Die now” --!
This should have been a means of deceiving the enemy by pretending to die, and it can indeed save lives on the verge of death, just to repair the void erosion caused by the fatal injury of the body. Even a real wizard can never resist it.
But for Loren Turin, this is the last thing he needs to worry about!
Ariel's expression was so ugly that the dark haired wizard could even feel that the girl was staring at him with unbelievable eyes.
Like abrupt notes, superfluous footnotes - everything that was perfect and harmonious was broken at the moment he stood up again!
At this moment, the embarrassed Loren Turin smiled brilliantly. It was clear that his right hand holding ”bright silver” was trembling. He had just got up and couldn't even stand stably.
But I've seen through your means, dear Ellie... No, asrell, your ability is really the same as your legend.
Blood sacrifice!
From the moment I saw those black eyes, even from the moment I stepped into the corridor hall, everything happened was a ”blood ceremony” carefully prepared for myself:
The coming angel of death is the beginning of the announcement ceremony;
The whispering voice in my ears is the prayer before execution;
When the sickle is raised, he is a sacrifice to God - and the sacrifice should naturally be joy and fear. If there is no accident, the knife just now should be cut out even his own heart.
”It's a pity... The sacrifice that failed to sacrifice can't be sacrificed for the second time.” taking the first difficult step, Loren, trembling at the corners of his mouth, tried to maintain a sneer on his face, and the ”bright silver” in his left hand pointed to the ”Asriel” in front of him.