Surprisingly, in this moment of life and death, Amon's mind was unusually clear, and his perception became extremely acute, so much so that time seemed to be stretched out in this breath.He saw the prelude to the attack of the two-headed bull monster, the huge body pressed down slightly, the strong muscles agitated, bringing up and down the phosphorus armor, and the power visible to the naked eye was spraying outward, vaguely it seemed to form a ring force field.Sensing the distance, he saw the noisy city in the distance, the monsters were wreaking havoc everywhere, the streets were full of runaway slaves and the women and children of Kelmar City, blood flowing along the ravines on both sides, and stumps and broken arms scattered everywhere.Burning flames and billowing smoke are engulfing the city.Of course, after a period of chaos, the entire city of Kelmar also reacted, as a devout disciple of Kord, the god of strength and courage, the Gumeng clan is an out-and-out barbarian in the eyes of outsiders, and the most important thing is the courage of the hard steel in the front.Countless ancient Mongolian warriors rushed out of their homes, perhaps disheveled, or in a hurry, but the only thing they did not have was fear.They were armed with spears, swords or thorn shields, and chanted prayers to the gods in a fanatical and angry manner.That's right, it's anger, anger at the monsters who dare to attack Kelmar City and invade their territory.Legend has it that Kord, the god of strength and courage, was armed with a two-handed greatsword that accompanied him for countless years, and the demons and monsters that died under the sword could fill the oceans.Legend has it that only a true brave man can complete the trial of nine deaths and a lifetime, prove his bravery to the great god of strength and courage, and receive His approval and gifts.Legend has it that only Kord's favorite warriors and cities could be favored by him and named after his most beloved weapons.The artifact greatsword was called Kelma.The ruler of the city, the son of the House of Odoyak, regardless of his former name, automatically took Kelmar as his middle surname when he became king of the Gumon clan.And this city is named after Kelma.All of this actually shows one thing, this Kelmar City, and the Gumeng clan who serve Kord, are actually not weak.Faintly, there was the roar of the warriors of the ancient Mongolian clan, which was fine, scattered, and faint at first, but as time passed, it gradually became neat and loud, like hot blood sprinkled all over the sky."
I have run against the wind" "I have tread on the waves and rolled; I have climbed high mountains, and I have looked down on "" I ran and raced with the wilderness, and raced with leopards; I roar with the mountains and forests, and fight with the bears; I look up at the sky, I see the eagle flying high, I roar on the battlefield, bathed in blood" "I am the people of the snow-capped mountains, the inheritor of the ancient Mongolians; I am a believer in the god of strength and courage, the blade of Kelma; I chanted the name of the gods, and walked in the darkness with my sword.Wherever you go, you will not rest until death!
”"Till death rest!""
Rest until you die!!"
This is the prayer of the ancient Mongolian people, the prayer they pray when they worship the god of strength and courage, and although it is a little different from the normal prayer of praising the gods, this naked display of martial arts is also Kord's favorite.At the same time, it is also a declaration of the ancient Mongolian clan on the battlefield, they chant prayers, and the scene of wielding spears and swords on the battlefield to fight for their lives will always be a nightmare for the enemy.The prayer does not cease, that is, if the man is not dead, the battle will not stop.This is the commitment of the ancient Mongolian clan to the outside world, and it is also the glory of countless ancestors who have been stained with blood on the battlefield.It was also at this moment, when this prayer pierced through the cold wind, drifted through the city, and crossed countless distances between life and death, and fell into Amun's ears, as if he had experienced an unprecedented soul touch."
I am a citizen of the Snow Mountain, the inheritor of Gumeng.""
I am a believer in the god of strength and courage, the blade of Kelmar.""
I chant the name of the gods, and walk with my sword in the night.""
Everywhere you go, till death rest, till death rest," struggled to rise from the wall, Amun recited the prayer as if he had lost his soul, faintly, staccato at first, then loud and expansive, until it became a hoarse roar."
Rest until you die!!"
The furious voice resounded in one side, blending into the sky, into the glory of the ancient Mongolian clan for thousands of years, and into the depths of his bones, blood and soul.The two-headed bull monster doesn't understand where Amon's changes come from, but as an apex predator in the savage wilderness, it has a lot of human intelligence and rich experience in hunting.At this moment, its instinct made it decide.It didn't stop, but stomped on the ground with four claws, and in the broken floor tiles, its forward body swooped forward a little faster.Its two bull heads swayed even more wildly, and its knife-like horns cut through the air in midair, with a sneering sound, setting off waves of sharp qi to roll.At the same time, with the roar of prayers shaking in all directions, Amon rushed out with a frantic expression.He didn't choose to dodge either, and the flickering memory fragments in his mind made it clear to him that as long as he gave the two-headed bull monster a little time to brew, whether it was spitting fire or strong acid, he could easily kill him.So, he needs to charge, just a desperate charge.Although this seems to be no different from looking for death, it is a risky fight to survive in the end.At the extreme of his strength, Amon brazenly took out his sword, and his two-handed big sword swept across the air, bringing up a half-moon-shaped white trace, and the cold of the sword light even gave people a kind of cold killing machine at a glance, cutting straight through the air, and smashing on the horns of the bull monster.Sonor!
Bang!
Moo!
There was no doubt that Amon had flown again, and this time he could no longer stop his form, like a sharp arrow from the string, and was smashed back into the previous wall.This time, the wall was smashed directly into a large crater, and Amon was embedded in it, blood spurting from his mouth and nose, and there was no pain in his body.His keen perception allowed him to make better judgments, but it also caused him more pain, and the only benefit was perhaps that he remained awake despite the severity of his injuries.And although the two-handed greatsword in his hand was still firmly held by him, only half of it was left, and the broad spine of the sword was broken from it, and the fracture was smooth.The two-headed bull monster also stopped, shaking its head on the spot, obviously, although it had an absolute advantage, the force of the shock still made it a little dizzy.But in just a few moments, it raised its head again.This time, when the four bull's eyes glared at Amon at the same time, it was already filled with endless anger, it didn't expect this thing to hurt it.But that's about it.Again, it strides forward, slowly, but elegantly stretched, with the calmness and pressure of a cat and mouse, and its claws have popped out on its forelimbs."
The difference in strength is too big, okay, it's really over now."
Amon thought so, but surprisingly, he didn't have too much fear, on the contrary, a strange sense of satisfaction rose in his consciousness.Amun could hardly describe the feeling, but if he did, it would be as if one man proudly declared to another that it was an honor to be able to fight to the death as a warrior of the ancient Mon clan and a devout disciple of Kod, the god of strength and courage.Therefore, if you and I are glorified, we should die without regrets.Truth be told, Amon had a hard time understanding this thought, and the only good news for him at this time was that the initial sluggishness began to dissipate after the sword.It's just that for Amun, it's not much use either.Because, the two-headed bull monster had already arrived in front of him, and the hideous bull head seemed to show a strange taunt, and the sharp claws had been handed to him.In just a second, the bull monster can scratch his head and squeeze out his brain, which is the bull monster's favorite."
It is said that after the death of the devout believers in this world, their souls will be reborn in the kingdom of the gods, and I wonder if I am considered a devout believer, can I live again?"
Strange thoughts flooded into his mind, Amon was already waiting for death, and at this moment, a furious roar exploded not far away."
Bull monster, you dare!"