An arc of light flashed like a scythe of death, and the sparks that burst out when gold and iron collided briefly illuminated the dense darkness around him. Otto flew backwards with his fantasy sword, and two deep wounds on his body were hurtling towards him. Blood spurted out.
The sparks flashed away, and when the surroundings returned to unreachable darkness, the muffled sound of Otto falling to the ground also sounded.
Do you use your last strength to send your companions away? Abigail's green eyes were shining with green light, like a cat reflecting the faint light at night. This level of darkness could not shake her vision at all. Even in the lightless night, she could still look like her body. When it was daytime, you could clearly see everything around you. Didn't you just prepare to use him to block the knife? Changed your mind now?
No matter how cowardly the town mayor is, he will not continue to follow me here to fight for his life. Otto panted heavily and stood up on the fantasy sword. Under the repair of the psychic ability to overwrite reality, the two marks on his chest almost The wound that bisected him has healed, and the severed tendons in his ankle have almost recovered. Besides, after sending him away, I can let go and lift the table with you.
Abigail slowly took out more throwing knives from under her skirt: It’s not much better outside than here. You just sent him to the mouths of those human-faced rats outside.
That's much better than staying here, right? Facing the human-faced rat, he could always escape as long as he was smarter, but if he stayed here, he would be cut into two pieces by a sudden arc. Otto didn't show any weakness at all. He asked, what was that thing that flashed out of the darkness just now? Are you the monster hiding in the witch's barrier?
You are not allowed to talk about my mother like that!
However, before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by Abigail yelling. As if he had just stepped into a minefield that she could not touch, the little girl angrily threw all the throwing knives in her hand, more than a dozen of them. The flying knives traced invisible trajectories in the unreachable darkness. Perhaps she was so angry that she lost her original shrewd calculations. The flight trajectories of these flying knives did not have fancy turns like last time, but were straight. Fly towards Otto!
Each flying knife was aimed at vital parts such as the throat, neck, heart, and face. Although the flying knife thrown by Abigail this time would not turn, in the dark environment where ordinary people's vision is greatly restricted, these flying knives The knife is enough to kill!
Otto, who was in the darkness, heard the whistling sound coming from his ears. Naturally, he knew in his heart that the other party had launched another attack. He immediately took countermeasures. The transparent and invisible tentacles of thinking spread, and the darkness that was originally so dark that he could not reach out was thinking. With the extension of his tentacles, Otto gradually saw something. He found that there were things like light groups swimming around him. The brightness of the three light groups swimming around him was relatively dim, as if it was difficult to emit dazzling light in old age. Stars in general, especially one of the light groups whose brightness has dimmed to the point where it no longer emits light, is like a star that may go out at any time. In the direction directly opposite him, there was a slightly smaller but brighter light group that flickered and shone. ..
Each light group represents a thinking consciousness. The stronger the light group, the more active and paranoid the thinking, the clearer the blind spot. However, the dimmer light spot, the more chaotic the thinking, and it is difficult to penetrate the blind spot to form a common understanding. cognition
In an instant, Otto knew what the existence and brightness of these light groups meant.
You can come to the conclusion without thinking. When every psychic extends his thinking, he will see different pictures, and these pictures are actually the result of abstracting the process of finding goals and establishing common cognition. Each person will see different pictures based on their different understandings, but no matter what kind of picture a psychic sees, they can instantly understand the meaning of the picture.
His body was still exposed to the threat of flying knives. Otto hardly dared to hesitate and immediately extended his thinking tentacles towards Abigail. The opponent had no mental protection at all, and the thinking tentacles penetrated effortlessly. In the light group, it broke through the layers of mental defenses like a beast, and quietly connected to the blind spots in the opponent's thinking!
Common understanding is established! At the cost of burning your soul, fantasy materializes and reality changes!
From Abigail's perspective, Otto still looked like he was ignorant and on guard with an imaginary sword, unaware that death was quietly approaching.
Just when the latter was about to be stabbed by a flying knife and turned into a hedgehog, Abigail suddenly felt that she seemed to be distracted for a moment, and then a dizzy feeling came from her body. The thoughts that were distracted due to dizziness were brought back!
In the field of vision, Otto was unharmed, but Abigail found that her body was covered with throwing knives at some point.
Blood slowly flowed out, and there were flying knives all over his chest, throat, forehead, and abdomen. The severe sting he felt came from the wounds pierced by the flying knives, and Otto Just stand where you were before.
What just happened? ! What trick did he just use to change our positions?
Such doubts briefly flashed in Abigail's mind, but before she could think about it carefully, Otto's voice rang out in the darkness: It seems like those words just touched a sore spot for you, right? Is that dark thing your horse?
Use some tricks! Abigail angrily pulled out the throwing knife from her body, and then the bloody hole in her body began to squirm like mud. Soon the wound healed completely, and she took out more from under her skirt. Flying knife, rush towards Otto, I changed my mind, Uncle Otto, you must die here!
Just right! Then come and give it a try! Since the other party has said harsh words, Otto will naturally not show weakness. Even if he cannot see the other party, he certainly cannot lose in terms of momentum. It depends on whether I am beaten by you mother and daughter, or I am beaten by you mother and daughter!
Before he finished speaking, another arc of light flashed behind Otto, but this time he had noticed the crisis in advance. He raised the fantasy sword in his hand and turned back to block it. The fleeting sparks once again illuminated the surroundings. The darkness also brought a rare light to Otto, allowing him to capture Abigail's actions at the moment when the surroundings lit up, and quickly turned the sword horizontally, using his shield to hide behind the fantasy sword back!
Ding ding ding!
A series of flying knives bounced off the fantasy sword, and the sparks burst out again lighting up the surrounding darkness.
In the completely lightless darkness, arcs of light flashed from time to time and collided with the fantasy swords. The bursts of fire could always briefly illuminate the surrounding darkness. The flying knives traced invisible tracks in the darkness, sometimes piercing flesh and blood and releasing cloth. There was a muffled sound of tearing, and sometimes the crisp sound of gold and iron erupted when it hit the fantasy sword. Although the battle in the darkness was difficult to see, the battle was extremely fierce.
With Abigail's advantage of mother-daughter doubles and servant assists, Otto, who was at a numerical disadvantage, struggled more and more, and even almost overturned several times. In the end, he relied on the psyker's Kryptonian life-modifying method to modify reality. , and after eliminating two servants who often came to interfere, he was able to persevere in the storm-like never-ending battle.
However, Otto knew very well that if the situation continued to be in such a stalemate, failure would only happen sooner or later. Either he would be torn into pieces by Abigail and his daughter, or he would finally risk his life and finish the game on his own.
When people in this world face pressure that is enough to crush them, they will generally have three types of reactions. One is to give up resistance and lie down completely and let it be ravaged. The other is to turn pressure into motivation and only respond when being under high pressure. The ability to press under pressure is accumulated and shows true ability. The third type is to be complicit in the pressure itself. We will not mention this third type for the time being. Otto's typical example belongs to the second type.
The urgency of approaching death and the instinctive desire for survival made Otto grow rapidly. He became more and more focused and quickly integrated what the old hunter had taught him in the past few months and applied it to actual combat.
The spreading thoughts need to monitor the movements of the surrounding light groups at all times. When the light group representing Abigail moves, there will always be a light group that is so dim that it is about to go out and quietly approaches Otto. Two lights. The teamwork was perfect, hardly giving Otto any time to breathe, and what was even more troublesome was that this dim light ball did not seem to have a physical body, even though Otto tried several times to move in the direction of the dim light ball based on the feedback from the thinking tentacles. The counterattack failed to hit anything in the end, and he was forced into a desperate situation step by step during the battle.
It's now!
After once again blocking the fatal arc lurking in the darkness, the tentacles of thought spread out and pierced into Ah again.
Bigail's undefended heart. However, the thinking tentacles only form a common understanding and modify reality!
Abigail's moment of confusion made her realize something was wrong, but by the time she came back to her senses, it was already too late.
I caught you, deal with one first. Otto's voice rang in Abigail's ears, and an ominous premonition suddenly appeared in the latter's heart. Then she saw a man in white appearing in the boundless darkness. The blond woman in the skirt was holding a huge scythe like that held by the god of death in mythology, and a ferocious spine-shaped sword was piercing the woman's back at this moment and bursting out of her chest.
When Abigail saw the woman's appearance clearly, a surprised smile appeared on her face. That familiar, familiar smile, Abigail felt as if her eyes were looking at her through the endless darkness. , but then when she saw the fantasy sword that penetrated the blonde woman's chest, Abigail's smile that was about to laugh froze and turned into a shrill, desperate scream!
Mother!
The darkness shattered with the girl's scream.
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