The light on the sword in the lake flickered, as if in response to Jot Brown's words, and a silent goodbye.At the same time, Arthur's extraordinary set of armor shone with the same frequency.Jot Brown was able to disarm Arthur's sharpest spear and shield.The sword in the lake broke free from Arthur's hand, and the armor also turned into a streamer, directly breaking through this improvised space, and disappeared.Maybe in a hundred years, it will wait for a new owner in a mountain village and a wild forest, but it will definitely not be an evil person like Arthur again."
Nope!
You give me back!
”Arthur shouted like a girl frightened by a rat running out of a street corner, he didn't like the feeling, the feeling of things slowly losing control.When the sword in the lake no longer responded to Arthur's call, and even took the initiative to cut off all contact with Arthur, Arthur, who showed his true face, turned a cold face, and the gloom covering his face was like frost on the Arctic Ice Field."
Good, good...All along, I only thought you were a pet dog I bought newly, and I was reluctant to toss you, but you actually bit me back, it seems that I have to kill you. ”Arthur looked at Jote Brown, who was still half-crouched on the ground, and lowered his voice, intimidating Jobutron, who looked extremely weak.Arthur knew in his heart that Jote Brown's mind was in a state of mush right now.What happens when the surface of the soul is scraped off?
It's even like removing the top layer of your skin and exposing all of your fragile tender flesh to the air.Jobuterrand's own consciousness was almost blurred, but he still maintained a rudimentary sanity and could hear clearly, but his body did not listen to any instructions from his brain.If Arthur had stabbed at Jobbuterrand with that portable sword now, Jobbuterrand would have been splattered with blood and killed before he could even roll around.This is the worst-case scenario.DeMille and Bass, who are allies, first noticed that Jote Brown was strange at this time, and when Arthur was still talking trash talk, DeMille gave Buzz a look, and the two immediately rushed towards Arthur from left and right.They had to give Jot Brown time to recover, because they both knew in their hearts that Arthur's physical skills were far superior to their own.The battle between Jot Brown and Arthur just now has already shown this problem.Demir and Bas both have a wide open fighting style and take a ferocious line, but Arthur is a master of skill and has a speed that is difficult for the two to match.All the two of them can do now is to attack Arthur as quickly as they can, and lure Arthur away from Jote Brown's side.If Arthur succeeds and kills Jot Brown, everyone present will become the ghost of Arthur's sword.Arthur is proud, arrogant, but he is not a fool.He saw DeMill and Bass's movements, and his first reaction was not to rush towards Jote Brown, but to attack straight in the direction of the two.This was beyond the expectations of the two, and under the instinctive reaction of sensing danger in an instant, they chose to dodge.The two of them staggered left and right, but both of them stopped their movements at the same time to hide in a safe direction.Demir even stepped a large hole in the ground before he stopped.Bass deftly used the tip of his spear to hit the ground a little bit, and used the elastic spear to bounce into its original position.Both of them know that they can't let it go at this time!
Even if a few of the best players behind him can walk through Arthur's hands for two or three rounds, most of them are too far from Arthur's level.Those pathetic contestants are the chickens and ducks waiting for the bloodletting knife in the butcher's hand in the slaughterhouse.Arthur is the butcher without the slightest humanity.If the two get out of the way, the players behind them will probably all die within a few breaths, which is why the two forcibly blocked Arthur.Arthur raised the corners of his mouth and said disdainfully, "You two are not qualified enough!"
”Not to be outdone, Demir scolded back, "Grandpa, I'll teach you a lesson this unscrupulous grandson, what are you talking to me about?"
Ge Laozi!
”At the same time, Demir's iron pickaxe swung vigorously towards Arthur's head.If it hits, Arthur's great head will turn into a big watermelon that explodes.Buzz didn't talk nonsense, and when he landed, his knees were bent, and his calves, which had fallen in the back half, exerted force, held the shield in front of him, and pushed forward hard.With the shield in size, this push was able to block most of Arthur's evasive routes.Arthur's steps were ghostly, like dead leaves falling in the autumn wind, and he couldn't find where he would step on next.Faced with the simultaneous attack of the two top players, Arthur just silently swung his sword, accurately slashed the connection between the pickaxe's pickaxe head and the handle, and then stepped on Buzz's shield and leaped into the air.When they landed, they were already several meters behind the two of them.Demir looked distressed when he saw the pickaxe being "decapitated", but the next second he didn't care about throwing the remaining handle towards Arthur's back.Bas reacted very quickly and pulled out the flintlock pistol at his waist and fired three shots in succession, emptying all the preloaded bullets in the flintlock pistol.After doing all this, the two exchanged glances and staggered.Bas rushed in the direction of the fleeing players, still armed with weapons that would be more useful in a fight than a bare-handed DeMille.DeMille, on the other hand, ran in the direction of Jot Brown without looking back.Demir ran to Jote Brown's side, immediately put down his backpack, and quickly pulled out the protective array device that had been reactivated by Jote Brown.After a few fiddling sessions, a thin film of light appeared out of thin air beside the two of them."
Hopefully this will buy you some more time, my friend.Fight for rest now, and it's up to you whether we survive or not. ”DeMille patted Jot Brown on the shoulder, then grabbed a spare knife from Jot Brown's backpack and squeezed it in his hand, and rushed out.Jote Brown glanced at DeMille gratefully, and as DeMill had said, all hope was now pressed on him.The only thing to do is to get moving.Only by moving can Arthur's massacre be stopped.Arthur, who rushed to the vicinity of the crowd, did not immediately swing his sword, but drove away the panicked people like a sheepdog.This gave Buzz enough time to get behind Arthur and stab him with a thunderous blow.The spear burst through the air, as swift as radio lightning, but Arthur was a step ahead.With a flick of his wrist, the sword in his hand was like his arm, slashing against the edge of the spear."
Tired of being alive?"
Arthur turned his head and looked at Buzz coldly, sticking out his tongue sickly and licking his lips.Those eyes were like poisonous snakes, cold and terrifying, and there was no humanity in them, only pure killing.Arthur was clearly impatient.He decided to deal with Buzz, the bedbug that stood in his way several times, first.Arthur's free hand slapped his waist covertly, black ripples spilling out of him, and his astonishing momentum rose steadily as the ripples emerged.Arthur was a skilled martial artist when he wore armor, but now he is a simple killing machine.He no longer needed to use his strength to suppress the sword in the lake, and he would naturally be able to release more and darker things.These things that are hidden in the bottom of the heart, hidden in the soul, hidden in the depths of the body, are all released without reservation at this time.Bas and Demir had seen many mysterious creatures at Miskatonik University, and they all had an aura of evil in them, but they were more filthy than evil.Now Arthur has a level of darkness that is a notch higher than filth.That darkness is so pure that even Merlin can see that it is close to the source of darkness.Faced with Arthur, who had been in battle for a long time, he turned into a fierce beast at this time, and he actually had the idea of admitting defeat and running away for the first time in his heart.His mechanically stable hands were no longer stable, the palms of the gloves had broken out in a lot of cold sweat, and even the clothes on his inner lining had been wet with cold sweat and stuck to the cold armor.But Bass knew he couldn't retreat.If you retreat, those players behind you will definitely die.Fighting the fear in his heart, Bass took a step forward.He took a deep breath, ready for the worst.Isn't the fate of a warrior to die in battle?
In order to protect the weak behind him, Bas took a step forward.And this small step, in Arthur's eyes, is a provocative signal.Arthur's free hand gripped at the ground, and the blood that had stuck to the ground floated strangely into the air.Drops of crystal blood floated in the air without warning, like those beautiful lights on Christmas Eve."
Click."
A snap of the fingers was snapped.The beads of blood began to vibrate, and then exploded into a mist of blood that condensed like a haze of smoke.The blood mist drifted in the direction of Bass, and the sweet smell of rust wafted through the air.Seeing that the speed of the blood mist drifting away was not fast, but after a while, it had already enveloped half of the venue.In the face of this inexplicable attack, Bas moved as far as he could towards the clearing where the blood mist had not drifted, and at the same time swung his spear, using the wind pressure of the spear to blow away the approaching blood mist.When Arthur had done this, he didn't do anything else, but looked at Bath's actions that didn't mean anything to him with the eyes of a dead man."
What about the headmaster?
Where is the principal?
”"And the referee?
Help me!
I don't want to die!
”The runners behind Bas wept and screamed bitterly, and the usually high-spirited top students were no different from ants until they were crushed by sheer power.Still, Bass also wondered where were the big guys who were supposed to stop this from happening.Except for Arthur, the initiator, Jobuterrand, and Madeleine, who had already left the scene, no one present knew the answer to this question.The only thing that is known is that their death is not far off.At this moment, a person rushed out with his hands crossed in front of his chest in the blood mist, and that was Demir, who had just left Jot Brown's side.Running across the small half of the arena in this blood mist, Demir inevitably inhaled a few mouthfuls of blood mist.Demir, who had always claimed to be immune to toxins, actually felt unwell.After he ran out of the blood mist, he shouted to the players who were overwhelmed by the blood mist, "Spells, fools!
”Those players just woke up from a dream and used the spells they had learned.Although the effect is not good, it is better than the quantity, and it actually blocks the advance of that piece of blood mist.DeMille's sentence was naturally inspired by the sentence that Jot Brown confessed at the time.Arthur saw that the advance of the blood mist was stopped, and instead of displeasure, he laughed out loud, "Look at you, look at you."
Dying and struggling, I don't know how to find a good place. ”Demir and Bass's faces changed when they heard this, and they looked behind them.Arthur's drive was not a senseless move, but drove everyone to the edge of the field.The rest of the area has been shrouded in blood mist, and the current situation is to catch turtles in the urn, and there is nowhere to escape!"
Click!"
Then there was a snap of the fingers, and the balls of flesh transformed into the corpses of the student council members betrayed by Arthur wriggled.Tentacles with mouthparts stretched out of the meat balls, and those mouthparts were filled with extremely sharp teeth.The mouthparts without lips devoured the blood mist with the wave of their tentacles, and the fleshballs seemed to be eating in this way."
That's not a good sign, if you want me to say.Please, Sleeping Beauty, wake up. ”Demir, who has a more detached personality, still mocked in this environment, but only he knew that this blood mist was slowly affecting his body.Playing cheaply is just used to distract the pain in his chest.DeMille tapped on Buzz's armor and said in a suppressed voice, "If I become that thing, give me a good time." ”Buzz glanced at DeMille in surprise, "You?!"
”"There's something in that blood mist, not your average toxin.If you have to fight in the blood mist, ask for more blessings. ”As soon as the words fell, the ball of flesh in the depths of the blood mist had grown to double in size.The blood mist no longer seemed to be able to satisfy its needs to grow, and its foraging instinct prompted it to seek food.For meatball, the only food in this empty arena is the crowded players.It flapped its countless tentacles on the ground, moving its massive, heavy body.Yes, the spells of the players can block the blood mist, but how can they stop this behemoth with a physical body?
They could only maintain the spell to dispel the blood mist while watching the physiologically disgusting ball of flesh gradually approach.They saw the true face of the meat ball, and many people immediately couldn't help but vomit and vomited all over the ground.The remnants of the student council members were fused together by some kind of dark magic that Arthur had driven, or something they didn't understand.The organs that were supposed to be in the body were all exposed to the surface of the meat ball, like a large exhibition of internal organs, except that these internal organs were still beating.The uniforms that were supposed to be worn on individual individuals were now turned into useless rags, like enthusiastic crowds waving flags in their hands, the only difference being that they were waving crimson tentacles.The mouthparts on the tentacles opened and closed repeatedly, and the sharp teeth made a gut-aching noise between them.At the tail of the tentacles are heads with distorted expressions, and they resent everything, resented their own death, and resented the life that still survived.Black tears were constantly dripping from the eyes of each skull, but wisps of smoke rose from the ground as if they had been corroded.They all said at the same time, "I hurt so much." ”