The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

In the frozen plains of heavy snow, beneath the snowflakes, the brothers looked at each other as usual, but the familiar cold air could not cool down the boiling emotions.

Sword shadow, knife light, seems to be cutting the time.

Unknown, flesh and blood fly, but consciousness falls into memories.

Unconsciously, with the four swords in place, I seem to have gone one step further.

If I had fought with Sophocles before, I would have fought with restraint and the Lord God, and perhaps in the eyes of the world today, I would have met the standards of the Lord God.

“Guilty. ”

Revenge. The shadow of the insomniac floats in the air, and every time the hammer falls, it falls not only with snowflakes, but also with fragments, and with each other's souls.

Perhaps the most straightforward proof is that this sword can hurt Cavins to this point.

Over time, this sword is liquidating our “sins” and attacking them at the soul level according to the degree of sin.

At this stage, Cavins is more guilty than I am, so every time he gets hurt, it gets worse.

But at every trial, my body's magic drained dramatically. This unknown sense of disillusionment makes me sick. After all, this sword is still in use.

“Well, judging ourselves with our own swords is suicide, but I'm afraid we'll all end up here no matter how we fight… ”

In order to maintain the properties of the two swords of Northern Land and Revenge at the same time, I gave a great deal of magic, and even though the blood of the mature arbiter had enough exorcism, the frontal battle was still in the downwind.

Cavins' black demon sword burst into flames and his naked eye couldn't locate the fast sword, scratching it through my cheek... but eventually missed it and didn't cut the deadly part.

“Oh, cut it here. ”

I pointed to the fragile neck, and Cavins did not respond to my ridicule.

Yeah, it's not that he can't stand it or anything, it's just that he doesn't dare to cut it.

At this point, I had a wound on my right shoulder that went all the way to my chest and almost went straight through my heart.

And the same part of Cavins, the exact same wound, stopping from his right shoulder to his chest, where his heart was, was in hot pain.

“Revenge, blood for blood, wounds for wounds. ”

This is the sword. The second function of revenge, in fact, is exactly the same as the first, just as it is the liquidation of sinners according to the degree of "sin", although its liquidation is immediate.

When this sword is activated, within the limits of its ability, and under the watchful eye of the insomniac, all injuries are engraved directly on the perpetrator.

Cut off your opponent's head, cut off your head, cut off your opponent's arm, and drop your arm. This is an unbeatable magic sword, but it is also an unbeatable magic sword.

Yeah, from the beginning, I never thought I'd win Cavins in close combat, and I was hoping, just don't lose.

“It's really unreasonable... ”

Even if there was psychological readiness, Cavins, this kid's swordsmanship credentials were on me, his magic credentials were on me, his combat experience was on me, and I shouldn't have been able to fight, but it was really frustrating to hit this point.

Speed, power, skill are all suppressed, every sword is instantly seen through, and then countered.

Whatever the trap, the next strike like a sky horse will definitely crush all battle layouts and thinking, eventually relying on instinct to mix warfare, and then dragged into the downwind by the opponent's vast experience of indiscriminate warfare.

Neither side uses swordsmanship or the great magic that has been chanted for a long time, because at this distance, in this chaotic snow-cash battlefield, plain and flat cuts seem to be the best choice between the two swordsmen.

Snowflakes continued to float, dark swords and light swords continued to collide, flesh and blood stained the snow with new reddish, all caught in a cycle of weeks.

Cross-cutting, stabbing, dodging, fighting back, swapping wounds, and then being attached with the same pain.

Childhood swordsmanship rehearsal was repeated. Although both sides brought killing intentions this time, it turned out to be no different, and I was still at a disadvantage.

And what's more deadly is that Cavins is still getting stronger.

Yes, although the wounds are getting worse and worse, but regardless of strength, speed, skill, accuracy, they are slowly and steadily increasing. The same technique is ineffective once used. The next time an effective killing technique is forcibly cracked, this seemingly ordinary, virtually cheating battle talent is just as shameless as ever.

That instinctive combat intuition is also a headache.

Most people hesitate in the face of strange counter-injury abilities and even consider whether it would be possible to win or not, and it would be possible to stop directly.

Then it will give me enough time to accumulate power for the Holy Sword of Dawn and strike a deadly (all together) blow.

But Cavins, at the moment of discovery of the backlash, at the moment of my initial accumulation, I did not hesitate to exchange the wound for the wound, which prevented my accumulation.

And more headaches, I can feel it, French sword. Revenge has begun to discount its harm, and he has implicitly resisted the power of the law.

“Ha, I'm used to it, Roland. Do you have any other aces? ”

It blocked the sudden fall of the ice cone, and Cavins laughed badly.

I know better than anyone that the power of the law is not omnipotent, it is just a subordinate concept of the power of order, it is the existence of the same level as Holy Light, it is just an emerging supernatural force in the world, there is no essential difference between magic and resistance and elimination, but watching Cavins adapt so quickly to Ace is really a little frustrating.

“Oh, big story who wouldn't dare, okay, I can't move, can you cut my neck? ”

Even if he is resistant to the first liquidation ability of the French sword, the second ability to instantly rebound and injure will still make this battle fatigue war.

We all know that it is impossible to kill an opponent directly, that he has been guarding against my left hand without a sword, and that the four-element seal remains the ace to end this battle.

And most of his swords chose my ankles, arms and other limbs, and seemed to eliminate my ability to move and fight, which seemed to be his way of winning.

Suddenly, Cavins was silent and he put his sword directly over the snow.

“ ……. It's boring, Roland. I don't think he was going to beat me from the start. No, you never thought of killing me from the start. ”

I wanted to refute it, but looking at those familiar cold pupils, I ended up saying nothing.

Yes, the power of the law to turn into a double-edged sword of vengeance seems astonishing, but it actually plays a restrictive role.

Limiting both sides' fights, limiting both sides' physical fights, and delaying the parties from splitting the wins and losses, did not improve our chances of winning.

Those who truly desire victory will invest their resources in strengthening their strengths and trying to crush their opponents, and I, from the outset, will not lose and how to end it together.

There is no mistake in this strategy, and normally Cavins' strength should be above me, and there is no mistake in giving priority to the weak.

Combined with the special relevance of our souls, it makes perfect sense to consider that we will not lose.

This scene, it upsets Cavins? He thinks I'm trying to impress him?

“I took you seriously, but you did what you had to do. What do you mean? ”

Maybe that's what he meant.

Suddenly, Cavins laughed and laughed badly.

“Looks like you need a little more impetus..... Roland, do you think that since there are two doors, there is no third door? You think killing my tire and my mother will stop me. Have you forgotten, Lord..... and the blood that you and I both know! ”

“What?”

Well, I thought about it a lot, but then, laughing and waving, Cavins, the magic sword that smelled dangerous, blocked all the words.

Even if I comfort myself and tell my masters and my allies that neither the Underworld nor the Holy Light will see all this deteriorate, even if I reserve insurance in advance for that bloodline, many emotions still shake me.

The next second, I also made up my mind that enough ice and snow to win the Ace must end this battle as soon as possible.

Take a deep breath and the Ice Demon Sword inserts into the snow and the snow field begins to boil.

“Let's get started. Zero march. ”