Volume 4 copy Chapter 13 I'm Dead (Part 1)
Once again, I resisted a heavy blow from Marquis Meneval, and the adventurers who were used to his fighting rhythm immediately breathed a sigh of relief and surrounded him to kill without hesitation - including the injured me. Although his blow reduced my life by more than one third, I was now in the coverage of the Tauren Shaman's life totem. According to the convention, my life would be almost fully restored before he started the next attack.
I struck Marquis Meneval's thigh with several powerful blows in succession, and was enjoying myself when suddenly, Marquis Meneval swung his sword and chopped at me again.
This sword came much earlier than I expected, catching me off guard. My vitality was reduced to less than half, and the life totem was just in the magic cooldown period, and could no longer restore my vitality. This unexpected situation made me panic. I was about to call on Changgong Sheri to help me heal, but at this time, Marquis Meneval unexpectedly flapped the pair of wings under his ribs.
This pair of huge flesh wings grew out after his transformation. Although I also know that no one would simply insert a pair of wings on his back just for the sake of beauty, he had never used this pair of new limbs in previous battles, so we gradually ignored its existence.
At this moment, the wings suddenly flapped vigorously, raising a violent sandstorm on the flat ground. This dirty wind instantly enveloped us, and the coarse sand completely blocked our vision, making it impossible for us to see anything. In the chaos , I could only hear a few sporadic sounds of fireballs exploding. From beginning to end, Black Aurora had been standing on the periphery far away from Marquis Meneval, and this sandstorm did not have a negative impact on his vision.
In a daze, I suddenly felt an irresistible gust of wind blowing towards me. This gust of wind lifted me up from the ground and quickly floated behind me. I was in mid-air, feeling a sense of emptiness with no support, and could only curl up my body with all my strength to try to reduce the damage when I landed.
I didn't know how far I was blown away by the wind, but I felt my back hit the ground, so I rolled over and stood up. At this time, I had escaped from the range of the wind and sand, and my eyes could see things.
I found myself standing by the wall of the hall, twenty steps away from the chaotic sandstorm. From where I was, the figures of Chang Sanjiao, Chang Gong She Ri and Crado appeared and disappeared in the sandstorm, each of them with their eyes tightly closed, holding their breath, standing there and groping around.
Marquis Meneval had already flapped his wings and flew up to the dome, looking down at his opponents with an expression that was either mocking or resentful. Seeing that the wind and sand beneath him had gradually dissipated, the vampire marquis suddenly took a deep breath and let out a sharp whistle below him.
This shriek was different from any sound I had ever heard before. It was not a harsh, strong noise, but it was not soft or pleasant either. It was a needle-sharp, faint sound, like the whispering of the wind, or a weak tinnitus, floating between being heard and not heard, making it hard to grasp.
I guess this must be some kind of new magic that directly attacks the mind and hypnotizes. Under the cover of this sound, the people in the Yangtze River Delta suddenly looked dazed and dim, and stood there motionless. Black Aurora was closer to me and was also affected by this sound. He was originally brewing an offensive spell, but after hearing this scream, he suddenly stopped casting the spell, closed his eyes drowsily, and dozed off on the spot.
Seeing that his magic was successful, Marquis Meneval laughed wildly with his head raised, then flapped his wings and flew towards me.
"No one can stop the arrival of the King of the Last Days!" His voice was arrogant and arrogant, buzzing with the vibration of his wings.
Now I have nowhere to retreat and no one to rely on. All I can rely on is a worn-out shield that could break at any time and a long sword that I have fought with many times. I just finished drinking the last bottle of life potion in my body. Facing the powerful attack of this blood-sucking demon, it is still unknown whether I can withstand the full effect of the potion. Moreover, even if the potion is fully effective, I can only take one more hit at most.
This is my inevitable death. At this moment, words like "good luck" and "miracle" that bring infinite hope become pale and powerless - perhaps I have relied on them to escape danger many times before, but this time, I will not have such luck again.
I don’t know why I am so sure that my death is approaching. Perhaps when a person is about to die, he will feel it in his heart; or perhaps, when a person is faced with an irreversible desperate situation, he will despair and give up. This is not cowardice, but a kind of self-awareness of life.
I don't remember what the Marquis de Meneval did to me at that time. In my memory , all I remember about that moment was swinging the sword, swinging the sword, and swinging the sword non-stop. I was slashing with all my strength like a madman, not knowing how to defend myself and not caring about my life.
I would love to tell you that I was fighting like this for something meaningful, like my friends. I even thought so myself at one point: I wanted to consume as much life as possible from this monster before it killed me, and the more force I used, the more chances my friends would have.
But it was not like that at all. When I did that, my mind was empty. I could not think of anything. I had witnessed many deaths and also witnessed the resurrection after death. According to all my knowledge, death is like a coma. When you wake up from the dream, everything is still the same.
But when you really face death, you will still be afraid and scared. You can even feel the cold fingers of death strangling your throat. At this time, you will know that death is completely different from a deep sleep.
The ferocity and brutality of life were released to the extreme because of the threat of death. I was not fighting, but struggling, using the most crazy actions to break free from an unknown fear.
The last scene of my life, the vampire marquis's giant sword slashed heavily on my left arm, and the round shield that had accompanied me for a long time was shattered in an instant along with my life.
I can finally see what the sister of the god of death mentioned by Changgong Sheri looks like. I wonder if she is really as beautiful as the rumors say - I didn't expect that at this time, I still have the mind to think about these messy things.
At the moment when everything ended, all the light gradually faded from my eyes, disappearing into a suffocating heavy shadow. The last glimmer of light in my pupils pierced my eyes. The originally extremely faint light was like a sharp sword, deeply hurting my eyeballs. I suddenly felt a strong dizziness and trance in front of my eyes, and finally, darkness fell.
