"Fake action? Oops!"
Contrary to the thunder blow that George expected, the force coming from the shield was like a drop of water. The huge contrast made George, who was preparing to block with all his strength, tilt his body too forward, but he couldn't regain his center of gravity for a while!
Realizing that he had been tricked, George had no choice but to rush forward half a step along his center of gravity, and forcibly turned half of his body to defend himself. At the same time, Hercules' turning back attack had also arrived!
"Boom!"
There was a dull crashing sound, calculated mentally and unintentionally, and under a hasty defense, this second-level treasure dwarf shield, which was famous for its durability, was finally defeated by the power of the giant sword and broke into two halves. Without the protection of the shield, George's entire left arm holding the shield was opened with a huge wound by the giant sword, and blood spurted out from the wound!
"The art of burning blood!"
The blood spraying all over the ground and the severe pain from the wound made George feel a little dizzy and almost fainted. Even so, George's first reaction was not to use blood control techniques to stop the wound, but to ignite the blood that belonged to him and was being greedily absorbed by Hercules' giant sword!
The situation is already very unfavorable, but if Heracles is allowed to absorb blood for recovery, it will be even worse!
However, what George expected, the scene of Hercules' body burning did not happen. What was ignited by the blood-burning technique was only the giant sword in Hercules' hand.
"Salute to you, warrior!"
The giant sword was ignited, and the red lines on the blade continued to burn into ashes. However, Hercules did not feel the slightest displeasure because of this, but showed a look of respect.
Different from the conventional attack mode of vampires, which relies on fighting to support fighting and blood to replenish blood, Heracles, who is extremely strong himself, does not bother to waste time sucking the enemy's blood in battle, let alone an opponent who forces him into such a desperate situation. After all, he was just a half-blood who was born without fangs and could not directly suck blood. Heracles really didn't bother to use the innate superiority of the pure-bloods to dominate George.
The most important thing is that this battle has also reached the final stage.
Two people who also lost a hand, two people with a huge difference in height and physique, two people with a huge difference in physical strength, these two people are now fighting in the most direct hand-to-hand way.
The ending seems to have no suspense. The only uncertainty that remains unknown is probably how long George can hold on under the power of this giant sword.
Horizontal chop, vertical chop, straight thrust, kick!
This warrior of the Samael family wields the giant sword with only one hand. The moves he uses at this moment are so simple and unpretentious. However, these simple moves are intertwined into a violent storm in the sea. And George was a lone boat trapped in this violent storm, teetering on the edge of collapse and almost being swallowed by the huge waves!
"clang!"
This was the first time that George barely managed to catch Hercules' slash with the dagger in his hand and his body steps. The tiger's mouth holding the sword had already cracked, and the part above the elbow of his right hand had been hit by the force of the giant sword. He was so shocked that he lost consciousness. The wound on his left hand healed far less quickly than the blood loss. However, George's unique blood smell with the aura of the phoenix was spread along the direction of his retreat like a red carpet to welcome the winner. All over the place!
His vision became blurred, and his arms seemed to be of great weight. Although there was still a lot of magic in his body, his spirit began to become lax. George was fighting with his last breath, and even he began to doubt himself. Can I still hold on?
Maybe he can fight for one more day, or maybe the next move will be his death?
"It seems that Gaudos doesn't need to activate the curse of the Hand of Death before I can die!"
At this point, George didn't know where he could squeeze out the extra energy and laughed at himself.
George would not naively expect Emperor Gaudos to come to the rescue. Although he did not know the overall plan of the supreme ruler of the Nicholas Empire, George was too aware of the rulers' methods. No matter how brutal or embarrassing the fighting between soldiers, generals, and chess pieces is, the rulers behind the scenes have to be as steady as a rock and remain unchanged in response to all changes. How could they possibly lose a single chess piece? What about messing up your own game?
The wind blew hard on George's face. It was the sword wind of Hercules wielding his giant sword, which meant that his giant sword would also arrive in the next second!
He raised the dagger with difficulty. George knew clearly that the dagger in his hand, which was already full of cracks, might no longer be able to withstand the power of the giant sword. The vast attack range of the giant sword blocked his retreat route. He could no longer concentrate on using the art of mist or flame. In front of George, there were only two choices:
Use all your strength to defend, and you may be able to block the blow at the cost of breaking the blade; or you may sprint forward desperately and use the power of Heracles's slash to cut off his wrist, but at the cost of being struck by the giant sword. The inertia is cut in half!
Die with honor, or live an elusive life, this is an extremely difficult choice!
"George!"
Helen's cry came from the distance. It was her figure who desperately wanted to rush into the battlefield, but was held tightly by the young tribesmen on the side!
"I'm such a damn man...I actually let another beauty in the world shed tears for me before I died."
At the critical moment of life and death, time, which was usually as light as running water, seemed as heavy as mercury. With his senses fully opened, the speed in every square meter of space around George seemed to have completely stopped. However, the scene that George's eyes touched was no longer the giant Heracles wielding a giant sword with one hand and slashing at his waist, but another scene hidden deep in his memory, belonging to another chaotic system. Memories of magic!
The dark world, the desolation overgrown with grass, the battlefield littered with corpses, and the only three strong men who still remained on this land.
Two versus one, two warriors flanking each other, facing off against a mage!
