In the dull eyes of everyone, Seattle's arms and two battle axes seemed to be covered with a layer of golden armor. The golden light surged, making it difficult for people to look directly. He just waved it lightly and threw two golden beams. The arc of light cuts things within the attack range more neatly than a laser.
There is no need to explain the power of these two golden arcs of light. They are definitely not much weaker than when Seatik threw the two golden-level battle axes in his hands with both hands. The most astonishing thing is his speed.
No matter how powerful it is, it is useless if it misses. In the eyes of everyone, the two golden arcs of light were originally just the afterimages left by Carlos.
But when Carlos' figure appeared more than ten meters away, others were shocked to find that even the dark gold-level heavenly attire was cut neatly like a thin line at Carlos' waist and ribs. Blood was gurgling from the incision. This kind of wound would probably be difficult to heal even with the adventurer's physique.
This did not surprise the adventurers enough. When the two golden arcs of light disappeared far away from their eyes and were ignored by people, a whistling sound came from behind. The golden light flashed and fell back like a boomerang. The golden energy was reintegrated into Seattle's double axe.
No one would have thought that the thrown energy weapon would even have its own recovery function. In this way, the consumption of Seattle grams could be reduced by at least 90%. Think about it, this move is so powerful, and the corresponding consumption will be even greater. Big, if it can't be recycled, I'm afraid even Seattle can't release it a few times. Personal energy is always limited.
This was the first time that Carlos was injured since the war started. The adventurers were surprised and couldn't help shouting loudly. They knew that the injured Carlos did not mean defeat, and they would probably use their own unique skills. Counterattack, the climax of this battle is finally coming.
Seeing the blood, the look on Yatuk's face became even more fanatical, like a hungry jackal that smelled the food and showed a crazy look that wanted to tear apart all the obstacles in front of it, and then tear the food into pieces.
His feet suddenly stepped forward. I don't know if it was because of the energy of the golden armor on his arms. Every step he took seemed extremely heavy, just like the giant god Muradin carrying dozens of tons of stone ax after his transformation. The power of walking was as heavy as a mountain, making the earth tremble. Ordinary people could not even stand steady next to him.
Step forward step by step. Yatuk's footsteps gradually increased in frequency. The speed is getting faster and faster. Finally, the sprint turned into a sprint. The speed is even faster. In the eyes of adventurers. The whole thing turned into a straight line of golden light and swept towards Kalos.
Soon! !
powerful. too strong! !
Although Carlos moved away instantly with his own speed. Escaped Seattle's frontal bull-like impact. But wherever Seattle Ke passed by, it brought about the aftermath of golden energy. But it still passed Carlos. Suddenly. It was as if he had been hit head-on by a giant beast. The body flew straight out. It fell on a hillside not far away. A big hole was made.
Before Carlos could jump out of the mud pit, Yatuk took another big turn. Hit it again. Now in Seattle. It is no different from a crazy golden bull. But that huge energy shock can make everyone feel it. In front of this mad cow, he was just a cricket that could be trampled to death at any time.
but. Seattle's earth-killing power is both generous and fast. It seemed a bit inadequate in front of Carlos who was on guard. This straight-line impact. If it weren't for the absolute speed advantage. It's completely impossible to react. Dodge in time. He couldn't even capture his figure. In fact, it is very easy to avoid. It was just that Carlos was unprepared for the first time. If you are prepared. Also got hit with the words. Then his name won't be Carlos.
Energy aura! !
In an instant, Carlos' figure popped out of the mud pit, completely escaping Seattle's energy impact. Unfortunately, he fell down on the slope more than ten meters high, which was like a tofu in front of Seattle's bull. It was like a mountain, forcing him to rush over and flatten it.
Carlos frowned as he dodged. Of course, it was not for the moment of silence on that hillside. When Seatik passed by him, he lost no time in throwing a flying knife at it, and it just penetrated the layer of golden energy. On the outside, it was ejected, spinning and thrust into the grass far away, taking no damage and not even being able to get close.
Now, Seattle Lake may have to add another layer of copper skin and iron bones to his title of Golden Bull.
Of course, the opponent is not without flaws. For example, during the collision, the back of Seattle's butt is definitely the weakest point of defense.
It's a pity that Seattle's straight-line collision speed is already faster than Carlos's speed, so even if he knew this weak point, Carlos could only stare at it, unable to catch up. This difference in speed made the original speed faster than that of Carlos. While suppressing the enemy, he also felt a small sense of helplessness and frustration.
But it doesn't matter. If this continues, Seattle will be exhausted sooner or later. Thinking like this, Carlos locked eyes with Seattle with a calm gaze, dealing with the opponent's straight collision, and gradually became more relaxed and comfortable, just for a moment. Still haven't thought of a good way to break the opponent's defense.
The scene in front of me is very similar to a Spanish bullfight. Seattlek is like a crazy bull whose eyes are getting redder and redder, and his breathing is getting heavier, while Carlos is like a matador. He keeps changing, interfering with the opponent's Paladin aura. It's like the red cloth in the hands of a matador, except that the strength between the two is increased by tens of thousands of times.
Of course, this is not to say that the flaws in Seattle's moves are so big that someone can actually play with them like this. If an ordinary adventurer were to deal with it, it would be like letting a child replace a matador. I'm afraid he would have been beaten to a pulp by the opponent. , it can only be said that Seatik is now blinded by lard, and has lost his mind. He actually wants to compete with Carlos in terms of speed, which is his most proud.
Soon, Seattle's remaining rationality seemed to have discovered his mistake. After collisions countless times, he finally stopped. Unfortunately, it seemed that he reacted a little too late. At this time, he was panting hard like a cow. It was obvious that a lot of energy had been wasted.
At this time, if you look down from a high altitude, you will be horrified to find that the land within the collision range of Seattle Lake is like a pitted cake that has been gnawed by countless rats and then scratched with countless cuts by blunt knives. It's just beyond recognition.
With this alone, Seattle can easily snatch the title of ring killer from Muradin who became a giant.
"Huchi...huchi..."
Seatlek gasped for air, his eyes filled with blood-red bloodshot eyes widened and stared.
Carlos seemed to have forgotten what he said before the war started, and there was no madness or rage in his eyes that would tear the opponent into pieces.
He roared angrily and suddenly shook his head vigorously. He seemed to know that he should stay calm and not let his impulse swallow up his reason. Then, his breathing became slightly calmer, and his mind seemed to be somewhat clear again. His eyes condensed and he seemed to do something. What decision was made.
"Whoosh——"
Two golden arcs blew past Carlos with the ghostly aura of hell, scraping a neat crack on the ground. However, this time they did not hit Carlos. If you are prepared, there are really no moves in this world that can hit Carlos. There is not much left.
However, before Carlos could stop, two golden arcs of light passed through his body again, flying up with a streak of blood. It was still just the afterimage of Carlos that slightly grazed his shoulder.
But the third golden arc followed one after another, streaking across his thigh. A blood arrow spurted out, as strong as Carlos. Even with his thigh injured, his body could not help but tilt slightly and slow down instantly.
At this moment, when Carlos looked solemn, as long as Seattle Lake threw again, he was probably faced with how to survive.
Fortunately, three consecutive golden arcs were almost the limit of Seatlek. The big barbarian with red eyes couldn't help showing a look of great regret. If he could send out the fourth time, then this battle would probably be over. It’s settled.
But then, a trace of regret in his eyes was buried in his heart, and his eyes turned solemn, as if he was concentrating on what he was doing. Even the violent look that originally filled his eyes weakened a lot with this concentration.
Carlos was secretly on guard, feeling an inexplicable sense of crisis. Suddenly, he felt a chill in his back. He turned sideways as fast as he could, and a golden arc of light came from behind and passed dangerously past his chest.
He instantly understood what was going on, and his steps no longer stopped, but he kept changing his speed and position. The remaining five golden arcs passed by him with varying degrees of danger.
These six golden arcs, after returning, were not recovered by Seattle. Instead, they passed by him, turned back in different directions and angles, and rushed towards Carlos.
At this moment, everyone knew what Seatlek was concentrating on. He was manipulating these six golden arcs, which was probably similar to how a necromancer manipulated skeletons, but it was much more difficult because the speed of the golden arcs was too fast. , if there is a slight mistake, let alone hitting the enemy, you will be lucky if it does not injure yourself.
If the Necromancer can freely manipulate these six golden arcs, adventurers may not be surprised, but barbarians, who are always jokingly called magic insulators among the seven major professions, can actually do this. It has to be lamented.
In the eyes of everyone, Seattle now is not only an out-and-out lunatic, but also a knowledgeable and intelligent geek. Without profound knowledge and understanding, it is simply impossible to control the six golden arcs so smoothly.
"So that's it, Seatik, you are indeed a genius."
Carlos murmured, with an admiring tone, but without any hesitation in his movements. What he had to do now was very simple. Even an ordinary adventurer could think of it, which was to rush forward and fight in close combat, killing Seattle, who was distracted by manipulating the golden arc. His hands and feet were messed up.
However, the moment he rushed forward, he was surprised to find that Seatik, who should have tried to avoid close combat at this time, was like himself, with his red eyes wide open and rushing forward menacingly, holding two battle axes.
Doing two things! !
While manipulating six golden arcs, he also has to take care of close combat. Is this guy crazy?
"Qiang——"
The two figures intertwined and made a violent metal sound. Carlos did not avoid it, but chose to collide head-on with the barbarian known as the king of melee combat. He did not believe it. Although Seattle was distracted, his melee ability was still intact. If he can maintain a 100% level, he will lose without any complaints.
Carlos made the right bet, and the situation was just as he imagined. Flaws that should not have appeared before Seattle's melee combat ability were reduced frequently appeared, allowing him to seize many opportunities.
But this situation does not mean that his situation is optimistic, because the six golden arcs are staring at him all the time. Whenever he draws two blood marks on Seattle's body, the golden arcs will also leave corresponding marks on him. Together.
This seems to be a gain because Carlos's attack power is far less than that of Jin Arc, and his physical strength is not as good as that of Seattle Kegao who has blessed three voices of the barbarian. If he repays blood with blood, he will only end up with one end.
defeat! !
When the bodies of both sides were equally covered with bloodstains, and the blood covered the golden armor, and the battle was extremely fierce, a golden arc that tore through the air struck Carlos at a very tricky angle. The golden arc was too powerful. Cleverly, if Carlos chooses to dodge, he will inevitably be hit by Seattle's tomahawk. No matter what he chooses, he will take a hit. The only difference is which one does more damage and which one does less damage.
Under several breathless gazes, Carlos did not dodge. After the shield removed the two axes that fell from his head, his originally calm eyes widened. Something seemed to appear around him, blocking the way. In front of Jin Hu.
"Qiang!!!"
There was a harsh scraping sound, and the direction of the golden arc deviated slightly, whizzing past Carlos.
After the fireworks that appeared with the ear-piercing sound faded away, they saw a small iron hammer that blocked the golden arc. The sharp-edged iron handle and hammer body were engraved with dense runes, and they looked like they were one and the same. Floating in the air, it exudes a white and sacred light, revealing a sense of mystery.
Compared with the giant sledgehammer in Muradin's hand, this small hammer is as different as an elephant or a puppy. Its shape can even be described by words such as exquisite, small, cute and so on.
However, if you really think of this hammer as a cute and harmless thing, you would be completely wrong. This inconspicuous little hammer made by the Paladin's fourth-level skill [Hammer of Blessing] was once used in Among the top powerful Paladins, the sacred hammer transformed into a mountain is enough to kill everything instantly if combined with the Paladin's ultimate skill [Fist of Heaven].
Regarding the Holy Knight's [Hammer of Blessing], there are very detailed records in the Dark History Book. When Hell first invaded, there were actually not just four demon kings now, but seven demon kings.
One of the three people who disappeared was smashed into mud by the Holy Knight's mixed ultimate skill [Heaven's Death Knell], which was a combination of [Super Giant Blessed Hammer], [Heaven's Fist] + [Concentration Aura].
No complete minced meat can be found. In hell, [Heaven's Death Knell] is far more than the deterrence of Tarasha. Even the most powerful demon will tremble on his feet after hearing it and cannot stand firm.
Of course, the current Carlos, not to mention [Heaven's Death Knell], can't even achieve the gigantic Blessing Hammer. The top paladin who can use [Heaven's Death Knell] may no longer exist.
However, he was able to control these small and cute blessing hammers that kept appearing around him, deflecting Seatlek's golden arc, while fighting Seatlek in close combat.
One mind and two uses, the same thing is one mind and two uses.
This multi-tasking technique is different from the multi-tasking technique of a necromancer who manipulates several or even a dozen skeletons at the same time. These two techniques are different in terms of application and manipulation. As for the difficulty difference, That depends on how far the Necromancer's multitasking can reach. If his multitasking can make every skeleton use various tricky and flexible moves like a martial arts master, then of course it will be as difficult as the Necromancer's. It needs to be bigger, after all, it is specialized in eating this kind of food.
The two bodies on the ring are constantly intersecting, and the remaining energy from each slash is raging within a radius of ten meters, making it a death zone. Adventurers who approach easily will be cut into pieces by the criss-crossing remaining energy in an instant. piece.
At the same time, the holy light was flying around the battlefield between the two, constantly colliding fiercely with the golden arcs of light swirling from all directions. Such a battle was simply unheard of and unseen.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, no; that kid Carlos, he didn't even know how to start researching the Hammer of Blessing. Huh, the death knell of heaven? He is very ambitious. It seems that the results will be achieved soon. Out."
Suddenly, an old drunkard sighed from beside him.
"Who will win?"
I couldn't help but ask curiously. The old ghost's character was not very good, but his vision was absolutely trustworthy.
"Let me tell you, how about dividing the spoils between me."
When I asked about the wine, I immediately revealed my true colors. My eyes were narrowed in the shape of gold coins, and I rubbed my hands together to ask for it.
"Will Carlos win? I know." I turned my head indifferently.
"You...how did you know?"
The old drunkard stared at me with wide eyes, as if he was wondering if I could read minds.
"Didn't you just say: Let me tell you, it's Carlos who has to share half of the spoils with me. If Carlos doesn't win, then what spoils can I share with you?" I glanced at her triumphantly, and I Then he said slowly.
"Inducing...inductive cross-examination? You really can't pry. You kid, you sometimes have a good mind..." The old drunkard suddenly realized it and looked at me with a look that changed his mind towards you.
Although I really wanted to accept the old drunkard's flattery, the fact was that she was stupid and it was exposed.
Of course, this does not mean that my head is not working well. When I was a child, the aunts and grandmothers from my neighborhood kept touching my head and praising me as a good boy. At that time, "Good Boy" had become my exclusive nickname. , and then in college, this nickname came from the fact that I mastered several advanced and practical skills such as repairing computers, and I developed rapidly into a "good guy".
"It's impossible to share the spoils equally. Tell me why, and I'll consider giving you the last bottle of cider."
Although I pretend to be nonchalant, I still really want to hear how the old drunkard makes the judgment. Maybe I can get something useful from it.
"cut--"
The old drunkard smacked his lips, as if he wanted to bribe me with this little thing? But in the end, I couldn't resist the temptation of the wine, and I looked triumphantly at Sister Sharna, who was standing not far away, although her eyes were pretending to be focused on the ring, but her ears were slightly perked this way.
Hehe, sister's arrogant look is also very cute. I really want to see what she looked like when she was a child, with her arms folded across her chest and her arrogant expression. She must have been so cute.
"Where should we start? The first is Seattle's pseudo-realm. Do you know why he is not afraid of negative states?" The old drunkard gradually explained while thinking about how to explain it.
"Maybe he's the same as me and has learned skills like body dominance." I patted my head as if I were trying to judge others.
"No, that's not a skill. On the one hand, it's because his body is so powerful that ordinary people, even Carlos, can't cause too many negative effects on him. On the other hand, it's related to his pseudo-domain. "
"Pseudo realm?"
My eyes widened immediately. Didn't it mean that the pseudo-realm does not have attributes? It only has its own characteristics and attributes when it rises to the realm?
"That's right. The pseudo-domain itself does not have attributes, but it does not mean that the owner cannot get some kind of blessing. At the same time, certain skills will be stronger when combined with the pseudo-domain, like Seattle's six golden rays. Didn't you notice that every time he controlled the six golden lights to turn and aim, he was within his own domain."
I responded with a sudden realization. The old drunkard said it to this extent. If you don't understand it, you would be a fool.
"So there are still many things to explore in the pseudo-field. Don't think that you have understood it. Only when you beginners learn to coordinate the pseudo-field and skills will you truly master it." As he said this, the old drunkard glanced at his sister intentionally or unintentionally. One glance.
What the old drunkard said makes sense, but I don't have to worry about it, because my blood bear state has completely put aside the inherent skills and integrated my own attributes with the pseudo-domain. The only difference is my combat experience. .
"So what's the matter with Seattle being unaffected by negative states?" After digesting what the old drunkard said, I continued to ask.
"I don't know much about this, but it seems that there have been examples like this before. It's probably because a certain obsession in Seattle Ke's heart is so strong that it has become unshakable, so much so that it affects his own pseudo-realm and makes his His body and will also have an unshakable ability. Of course, God is fair, so this is not entirely a good thing. This obsession not only allowed him to gain abilities, but it also affected his mind. Moreover, if something happens If this obsession is broken by something, his spirit may completely collapse..."
The old drunkard sighed. Seattle Lake was his student. Regarding this situation, he didn't know whether it was good or bad. Everything depended on Seattle Lake's own destiny...
