Song of Blood and Wine

"Fake action? What a mess!"

Contrary to the thunder blow that George expected, the force from the shield is almost like dragonfly touches the water Lightly, the huge contrast made George, who was prepared to block with all his strength, lean forward too much, but his center of gravity couldn't be recovered for a while!

Realizing that George had to rush forward along his center of gravity for a half step, and forcibly turned half of his body for defense, at the same time, Hercules' turnaround cut had also arrived!

"dong!"

The dull impact sounded, with mental arithmetic and unintentional, under hurried defense, this level 2 treasure dwarven shield, which is famous for its durability, did not The power of the enemy giant sword split into two halves. Without the protection of the shield, the entire left arm of George holding the shield was cut into a huge wound by the giant sword, and blood spewed out from the wound!

"The Art of Burning Blood!"

The spray of blood and the sharp pain from the wound made George feel a little dizzy and almost faint. Even so, George's first reaction was not to stop the wound with blood control, but to ignite the blood that was being greedily absorbed by Hercules giant sword, which belonged to him!

The situation is already very unfavorable, but if Hercules absorbs blood to recover, it will be even worse!

However, what George expected, the scene of Hercules burning body did not happen, and only the giant sword in the hands of Hercules was ignited by the blood burning technique.

"Salute to you, warrior!"

The giant sword was ignited, and the red pattern on the blade was constantly burned to ashes, but Hercules did not feel it The slightest displeasure, on the contrary, showed respect.

Different from vampire's conventional offensive mode of fighting to feed the war and blood to supplement the blood, the strong Hercules would not bother to waste time in the battle to suck the blood of the enemy, even more how will The opponent that he pushed to such a desperate situation, in the final analysis, is only a half-blood race that Innate has no fangs and cannot directly suck blood. Hercules really disdain to use the superiority of pure Blood Race's Innate to surpass George. .

The most important thing is that this battle has also come to an end.

The two people who also lost a hand, the two people with huge differences in height and physical strength, and the two people with very different physical strengths, are such two people. Now they use the most direct way of fighting at close quarters. Are fighting.

The ending seems to have no suspense. The only uncertainty that is yet to be known is probably how long George can hold on under the power of this giant sword.

Chop horizontally, split vertically, stab, and kick!

This warrior who wields the giant sword Samael family with only one hand, the moves he uses at this moment are so simple and unpretentious, but these simple moves are intertwined into the sea. In howling wind and torrential rain, George, was trapped in a calm boat in this howling wind and torrential rain, on the verge of collapse, was almost swallowed by huge waves!

"clang!"

I don’t know how many times this is, George’s dagger in his hand and his stature step barely took the slash of Hercules, holding the sword. The tiger’s mouth has long been split, and the part above the elbow of the right hand has been shaken by the force from the giant sword. The wound on his left hand is healed far less quickly than the speed of blood loss. George’s unique blood smell with Phoenix breath, but It was like a red carpet for welcoming the winner, spreading all over the floor in the direction of his retreat!

His vision became blurred, his arms seemed to be of great weight, and although there was still a lot of magic in his body, his spirit began to become distracted. George was completely hanging on his last breath in the fight. And even he himself began to wonder if he could stick to it anymore.

Maybe I can fight another day, maybe, the next move is when I am killed?

"It seems that Gaudous doesn't need to activate the curse of the hand of death, I can go to death!"

By now, George does not know where to squeeze. The extra strength that came out laughed at himself.

George would not naively expect Emperor Gaudous to come to the rescue. Although he does not know the overall plan of the supreme ruler of the Nicholas Empire, George is too aware of the methods of the rulers. Pawns against pawns, opponents, chess pieces and chess pieces, no matter how tragic and embarrassing, the rulers who sit behind have to be as stable as Mount Tai, in order to remain unchanged and cope with all changes, how could they be because of one Do you have to lose your chess pieces and disrupt your moves?

Wind, fiercely's scratching on George's face, that is the sword wind of Hercules wielding the giant sword, which means that his giant sword will also arrive in the next second!

Holding up the dagger with difficulty, George knew clearly that the dagger in his hand that was already dissatisfied with the cracked traces might have been unable to resist the power of the giant sword again, and the giant sword’s wide attack range was sealed. After his retreat route, the technique of transforming fog or flame can no longer be used to concentrate one's mind. In front of George's eyes, there are only two choices:

Use the whole body's strength for defense , May be able to block the blow at the cost of the blade breaking; or desperately sprinting forward, using the power of Hercules to slash his wrist, at the cost of being slashed by the inertia of the giant sword!

Glorious death or surviving, this is an extremely difficult choice!

"George!"

Helen’s cries came from afar, it was she desperately wanted to rush into the battlefield, but she was caught by the young clansman on the side. silhouette!

"I'm such a damn man... Before I die, there is another beauty in the world who shed tears for me."

Under the critical moment, it is usually as light as running water. His time was as heavy as mercury, and when his senses were fully open, the speed in every square meter of space around George seemed to have completely stalled. However, the sight of George’s gaze is no longer a giant Hercules waving a giant sword at his waist with one hand, but another one hidden deep in his memory, belonging to another chaotic system. Memories of spell!

Dusky World, the barrenness overgrown with grass, the battlefield full of corpses, and the only three powerhouses still remaining on this land.

Two on one, two fighters flanking back and forth, against a mage!