Vol 4 Chapter 146: Predator (Part 2)

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The fierce beast that eats people, the roaring sound shakes the entire palace hall-it is not an angry roar, but the ecstasy of extreme excitement when it discovers delicious "food"!
The dark-haired wizard facing far away was tense like a bow, bent down, and stared at the opposite face with a solemn expression, without any daring to relax.
"boom--!"
The sound of air tearing sounded again, and the scattered smoke left only a broken floor, and the monster dragging a residual image rushed towards the dark-haired wizard like an arrow.
The huge figure and the terrible speed, you do n’t even need to watch ... You can feel the pressure of approaching the abyss and death!
Where the shadow passed, the floor underneath shattered into a smoky powder; in the roar, the expressionless Loren had set up the bright silver in his hand, and the golden red flames spewed out on the blade .
Draw a knife ... cut!
A blaze of sword-like fire swept down and hit the black shadow in front.
"boom--!"
With the roar of the monster and the loud noise of the explosion, the roaring "werewolf" broke through the explosion of the "Fire of Turin" from the front, the violent figure did not pause for a moment, and rushed towards the figure of the dark-haired wizard!
The bright silver in his hand didn't stop for a moment, and the gray-blue sword-mans flashed again at the moment the hacking was completed, and the power of the restless void continued to make a disturbing sound in his hand.
Facing the horrifying figure that was rushing towards him, the dark-haired wizard narrowed his eyes slightly, and the cheeks covered by the sword awns were condensed to the extreme.
It's really ... stupid monster.
Concentrated on his body, his body was tight, and he pulled the arc of the sword with his sword handle.
Slide, sideways, backhand, diagonal cut!
Without the slightest sense of stagnation, the dark-haired wizard who had escaped the monster's attack ripped off its right shoulder; at the same time, he held the sword blade with both hands, and stopped another paw at only 15 cm from his head. .
The whole process was completed in only an instant, and Loren completely handed over everything to the instinctive response of the body; even the enhanced vision of "beyond perception" could no longer capture what happened in just a moment.
"clang--!"
The excitement sounded in his ears, coupled with the huge shock from the hilt ... Lorren finally raised the corner of his mouth, but his dark eyes were still very calm, except that he could never see any emotion.
Unlike the battle between monsters and people ... there is no room for compromise, no room for negotiation; it can only end with death, and there is no other way.
Your enemies are destined to be stronger, quicker, sensitive, bloodthirsty ... you are small and ridiculous in front of them; but for this reason, you can only survive beyond yourself and become a stronger self!
Break all the red tape, slogans and declarations, dignity and glory, faith and longing ... to break up all of them, restore the most primitive and basic, from the era of the wilderness, the rule that is absolutely common in any generation.
The winner lives ... the loser dies!
Time at this moment became extremely slow and even static; the palace hall, which had become empty like ruins, seemed to have become a dedicated arena for Loren and this monster.
At the moment, the gate of this "Gladiator Field" is closed, and only those who survive can go out from there;
Only the winner ... is eligible to go out there.
The exploding air waves rushed all around, the entire palace hall was trembling unceasingly, and the columns and domes on both sides kept falling with dust and rubble.
In the strong wind, the monster ignored the twisted broken arm hanging on his body, and the lower limbs crushed the floor tiles with force; the left arm was raised again in the roar, and the claws blocked by the sword mansions passed through the air. Head down.
The "bright silver" in Loren's hand was still a spare made by the little wizard in Ebden. There was still a flaw that could only last for ten seconds ... At this moment, the sword in his hand had no possibility of counterattack!
And it ... has already been aware of this!
The distance within three steps is just a blink of an eye for the monster; the sharp claws tearing the air are almost touching the forehead of the dark-haired wizard ...
"clang----!!!!"
The gray-blue swordmans ... bloomed in the most incredible place, across the head of the black-haired wizard, and stopped the claw's only way!
Spelled the monster with a full blow ... Loren wailed with arms that raised his sword, bursting a wound in his palm, half of his body was completely unintuitive.
The trembling body of Loren held up the opponent's full blow, and sweating from head to toe, but still raised the corner of his mouth, and looked at the opponent's big scarlet eyes.
Those big scarlet eyes ... for the first time showed incredible emotions!
"How ... surprise, surprise?" The voice trembled, and the dark-haired wizard stared at it with a chuckle, while the left-hand sword mang stopped the claws, and raised the "bright silver" in his right hand ...
"Let me tell you a little secret, there is still a wizard in this world ... with two swords!"
The "bright silver" forged by Mithril was indeed thrown into the sewer of Golovin by Loren, but the earliest one, from Wimpal, accompanied him to the weapon of Eboden ... he never dropped it. !
In the manic roar, the claws came to meet again, with a smile in each corner of the mouth of a "bright silver" dark-haired sorcerer:
"May the void ... be with you!"
Two gray-blue swords and awns were traversed in the air at the same time, holding the monster's arms and stopping its claws rigidly over the head; then the swords and awns were staggered, and a burst of acid cracked.
"puff--!"
The monster with the severed arm wailed in panic, and the broken arm with the plasma spewed back again and again.
Loren, who was standing on the spot, did not immediately rush to chase, but stood on the spot to adapt-using two handles of bright silver at the same time, it was like tearing his brain in half in an instant; the energy consumption fell on Secondly, the original balance was broken.
Tearing pain!
But it doesn't matter, I found the weakness of this beast-although it is extremely fast, powerful, agile and skilled, it simply breaks through the sky ... but its recovery ability is still not as good as a real vampire!
In other words, just cut off its limbs, pull out its internal organs, dig out its heart and liver, smash its bones, and then behead with a knife ...
It's dead!
Under the premise of having to guard against its minions, the only thing he really lacks is the deadly means of attack in melee ... Two handles of "bright silver" have completely solved this problem.
What is this ... what is it? !
Waving two sharp blades, the dark-haired wizard who suddenly raised his head gave it a sense of "fear" ... that should not have existed!
Not hunger, not darkness, not death ... but weak creatures, the fear that only when you see stronger monsters!
He, he ... not tasty, I do n’t want to eat, I do n’t want to eat!
"It" with all its arms broken shouted wildly, suddenly turned around and rushed towards the tightly closed gate ... This wooden gate was just a shock in front of it.
"Where are you going?"
A word, but let it immediately stop the pace, the terrified shuddering vertical pupil slowly down ... the terrible black wizard, holding the sword in both hands, stood in front of the gate!
"You ... don't you want to eat me?" The dark-haired wizard looked calmly at EbookFREE.me ~ and looked at the scarlet eyes, raised the bright silver in his right hand and aimed at it:
"Want to go ... Leave your head first!"
The roar that trembled throughout the hall rang again ... but this time it was no longer greedy and hungry, and no joy could be heard; the rest was only fear.
The monster with broken arms staggered, supporting the body with its lower limbs so as not to fall, and screamed lowly; the wound site continued to creep, and the sound from the throat was still moaning with pain.
Although the monster in front of him has become this look, Loren still has no slack ... The more wounded the beast is, the more terrible it will be, and it will become more bloodthirsty when fighting.
The roaring sound became weaker and weaker, but the killing intention of the monster became stronger and stronger; the eyes mixed with anger and fear reflected the figure of the black-haired wizard standing with the sword.
In the next moment, the roaring shadow had rushed face to face; the silent Loren stepped forward, his hands parried, and then ...
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