"old man!"
The huge monster stood on the ruins, breathing like the cold winter wind, swallowing thick white mist. The black halberd penetrated the ground along the edge of the bloody sword, cracking the hard concrete. The thin Vaifan man fell to the ground, raised his head and looked into the blood-red eyes, unafraid and full of anger.
Valentine is not a tenacious warrior, he has long been prepared for death. But among the many death scenes he had planned for himself, none of them were like this, where he died in the hands of a monster who looked down on him, as lightly as if he had crushed an insect to death.
Therefore, he wants to resist.
He wanted this proud warrior to see his enemy clearly and see the disappearance of his own life.
A huge revolver appeared out of thin air in Valentine's hand, and the muzzle, as thick as a thumb, pressed against the patriot's bone faceplate, with a force as fierce as his anger.
"You fucking try this!"
The battlefield to encircle and suppress the patriots once again fell into an eerie silence. The attacks of Rosemary and mon3tr were in vain, and the sniper operator's eyes could only capture a black afterimage. Immediately afterwards, a boy's angry roar sounded in the communication channel, attracting everyone's attention.
Raphael took off his helmet, and the halo above his head appeared again, shining brighter than usual. She held the huge guardian gun in her hand, with the muzzle pointed at the mountain-like back, and her fingers trembling slightly on the trigger. Golden lines suddenly appeared in the blue pupils at this moment, crossing together to form a cross, like the crosshairs of a scope.
At the same time, Rosemary threw the sword in her hand, targeting the back of the Patriot's head. After a brief silence, everyone launched an attack on the figure. Only Raphael's index finger still rested on the trigger, waiting for a better opportunity.
She knew the power of her gun and her accuracy, but she also knew the danger of this shot to Valentine.
When the first arrow flew from the bowstring, everyone heard the huge gunshot from the direction of the Patriots.
Valentine pulled the trigger.
For a moment, the whole world fell silent.
The hammer unlocks the safety and the trigger drives the firing pin. The sharp spikes rushed into the primer, and the violent gunpowder squeezed the metal out of the bullet nest. A huge flame like an eagle spreading its wings erupted from the gap, illuminating Valentine's smiling face. The rifling violently rubbed the warhead, causing it to rush towards the target in front of it faster.
The thunderous gunshots roughly washed Valentin's eardrums and made his brain start to tremble, but the excitement did not diminish at all. Maybe after this mission, this super brave dragon man who dared to play M500 without headphones needs to go to the infirmary to have his ears checked, but this is nothing compared to the joy of killing a huge monster.
The premise is that the bullet really hits the target.
As a veteran who has been on the battlefield for nearly a hundred years, the patriot's acumen is beyond ordinary people. Although he had burned out the remaining life at this moment, his brain was clearer than ever before.
When Valentine's finger pulled the trigger, the Patriot's body suddenly leaned back, showing excellent toughness to avoid the impact of the bullet, and the continuous pieces of Originium crystals on his body also made a small crackling sound. .
He waved his hand and inserted the halberd into the ground as a support point. He lay down on his back, dodging the bullets fired by Valentine and the attacks from behind. Immediately afterwards, he exerted force with his arms and hit the ground with his left foot. His body drew an arc in the air with the hand holding the halberd as the center, and he turned somersault and stood on the other side of the ruins.
Bang.
Rosemary's sword dug into the wall next to Valentine's face, stirring up a burst of dust. Valentine blinked and threw out the bullet nest. After confirming that there was still a bullet inside, he shook his wrist suddenly, threw the bullet nest back to its original position, stood up with a sword in both hands, and stopped in front of the Patriot.
Jiao Zhengyu didn't specify the length of time when he lent him the pistol, he just said there were only two bullets. So before the last bullet was fired, he still had the right to use the gun.
Blood-red light surrounded the patriot, and the old warrior bent down again and raised the shield in his hand towards Valentine in front of him.
Dealing with medical operators is not something worthy of praise, but in this environment, if Valentine is not dealt with as soon as possible, the Patriots will only be consumed by Rhode Island. He didn't have the confidence to deal with mon3tr and Rosemary in an instant because of the existence of this extra-standard medical warlock in front of him.
Killing this Vaifan and then dealing with other people is the best solution.
While looking at the thunder and lightning in his hand, the patriot suddenly recalled the wars he had participated in and his comrades who died on the battlefield. Many of them died without timely treatment. The enemy's firepower and harsh environment did not allow these people to survive until the arrival of medical warlocks.
if……
If there had been a medical warlock like Valentine in his team at that time, maybe that battle would have ended differently, and he would not have been infected with ore disease at all, and he would not have...
But there is no if in reality.
Fate made the patriot stand in front of Rhode Island and declare his death. Then he would grab Destiny's neck and throw this annoying bastard into the trash along with these Rhode Island operators.
Surrendering to reality again and again made the old man more tired and more stubborn.
Now, he wants to resist.
Two people, standing face to face. Patriots defy fate, Valentine defies death.
They are all fighters, and the rest depends on whether the guy in their hands is tough or not.
As the Patriot's muscles tensed up again, an unexpected sound interrupted his attack. Huge gunshots were heard from the periphery of the battlefield, and the Originium-etched Magnum ammunition directly hit the veteran in the back of the head, causing his body to stagger and suffocating his charge in the preparation stage.
Immediately afterwards, the second bullet hit the Patriot's body again.
However, this time it was not the guardian gun from Raphael, but the Vaifan in front of him.
Raphael's bullet hit hard, and Valentine's bullet brought hatred back again.
Looking at the Wendigo whose eyes became redder in front of him, Valentine threw the revolver back, kicked the tip of the sword with his left foot, and charged towards the Patriots with the sword in his hands.
At the same time, the attacks from other operators also hit the Patriot like a tide, constantly bombarding his body that had already turned into Originium.
Right after Raphael fired that bullet, Rhode Island changed its strategy.
At first, they could only fight and retreat, leaving Rosemary Amiya and mon3tr to be responsible for the main output, but now the Patriots have entered a violent state, and the red aura on their bodies is constantly exuding unbearable pressure. Only Val Only Lundin could barely maintain his sanity under this impact.
Therefore, Valentine is the only one facing the Patriots on the battlefield. He will contain the Patriots and create output conditions for other Rhode Island operators in order to kill the enemy in the shortest time.
After all, the Patriot is alone against fate, and behind Valentine are more than a dozen senior operators from Rhode Island.
———————There is strength in numbers————————
Ding!
The two-handed sword struck the edge of the shield from top to bottom, making a crisp sound. The Patriot blocked Valentine's attack, then swung his halberd forward with his right hand and directly opened the two-handed sword on the shield.
Valentine held the hilt of the sword tightly with both hands, adjusting his center of gravity with difficulty. The Patriot's tremendous power staggered him, leaving the door wide open. Just when he was about to attack again, a huge shield appeared in front of him.
The patriots charged forward with their shields raised, dodging the sniper operators' arrows and explosions, leaving them with only their burly backs. The huge Wendigo rushed directly into the ruins with Valentine's body on top, and opened a path among the broken walls.
As if being hit head-on by a battering ram, severe pain instantly enveloped Valentine, leaving no blind spots. The sharp stones and steel bars tore his flesh apart, and blood sprayed like a waterfall on the surrounding ruins, leaving a red road.
Countless lightning bolts jumped on Valentine's body, repairing the dilapidated body in an instant. But the pain that seemed to tear through his body pierced his spine like a needle and rushed into his brain along the central nervous system. The sound of broken bones sounded like firecrackers in Valentine's body, and then was restored to its original state by the electric current.
He wanted to stop this bull-like monster, but his strength was too small to be of any use.
Bang!
Finally, the Patriot stopped and slapped Valentine against a wall. A large amount of gravel and dust fell from above, covering the two people on the ground with a yellow coat.
Blue lightning jumped around Valentine, repairing his body at a crazy speed. The gravel was embedded in his skin and was quickly squeezed out; the bricks cut open his muscles and repaired the wounds in an instant; there was even a steel bar that penetrated directly through his calf, but in the Origin Stone Skill The penetrated muscles and skin returned to their original appearance.
Valentine's body directly opened a "hole" in the steel bar and passively drove it out.
If you can't get rid of it, stay away from it.
The huge force pushed forward slowly, and the shield kept squeezing his body like a hydraulic machine, applying it to every part of Valentine's body. Severe pain rushed from his body to his brain. Valentine felt that every cell in his body was screaming sharply, and even the blood stopped flowing.
The Patriot slowly raised his head and showed his evil ghost-like face in front of Valentine's eyes. The pale bone mask flashes with dark red light, inflicting physical pain and then causing mental pain to the enemy.
"I told you, you will die."
A hoarse voice like that of an evil spirit came out from under the mask and penetrated into Valentine's ear canal.
Valentine's head was exposed outside the shield, grinning, and the expression on his face was distorted, but he still opened his eyes and faced those blood-red eyes, holding his neck up stubbornly.
"That's it?"
He even had room for taunting.
"Is this the legend of Ursus and Kazdaele?"
The corners of Valentine's mouth raised a sarcastic arc, and his voice became shrill. The huge pain brought huge pressure, causing his body's potential to burst out like a blowout.
The blue arc light gradually became brighter, forming a sharp contrast with the red mist on the Patriot's body.
Blue and red are intertwined, like ice confronting flames, equally divided.
Under the threat of death, Valentine's skin began to harden, and the density of his bones and muscles increased again. The heart shrank to half its original size and beat faster. A large number of cells were produced, but they were only a fraction of the normal size. They were metabolism like a motor, providing resistance to the body that was under high pressure.
Valentine puffed out his chest, put his palms against the edge of the shield, and began to fight back.
Slowly, as he adjusted to the Patriot's strength, the shield was unable to move forward.
"Old guy, do you want to crush me to death with your shield?"
A violent impact exploded behind the Patriot. The strong air wave lifted Valentine's forehead hair that had not been cut for two months, and also allowed the Wendigo to see clearly the mocking eyes of the enemy in front of him.
"Can you still exert force now? Why can't I feel any pain?"
Valentine tilted his head and raised the corners of his mouth higher. His palms trembled, and the muscles on his face kept twitching. Big beads of sweat mixed with red blood flowed down his cheeks.
The Patriot did not respond to his taunt, but his breathing became deeper and his body lowered several points.
"No way, no way. A pure-blooded Wendigo that has beaten up elves, demons, angels, and deep-sea monsters all over the place cannot kill a thin and pitiful Waifan?"
"The key is that this Waifan is still a medical warlock, and you can't do any harm to him?"
Valentine opened his eyes wide, smiled and gritted his teeth when he said these words, trampling the patriot's arrogance under his feet with his actual actions.
"What a shame!"
He raised his voice, held his head high, raised his chin to the veteran in front of him, looked down at his face, and expressed his contempt.
He didn't care, not at all.
No matter who is opposite him, no matter how powerful and perfect his spirit or strength is, no matter how respectable he is, at this moment of dying, he is the person that Valentine hates, and he is the person that Valentine tries every means to attack.
No one will respect their enemies at this time.
Valentine is not that kind of noble warrior, he is not even a warrior.
He just wanted to fucking survive.
As soon as he finished speaking, the shield was raised by the patriot again. Valentine got a rare chance to breathe, and tried to take the opportunity to roll away from this guy's side, but was hit hard against the wall by the shield again.
After all, the Patriot is a hardened warrior, and his movements are much faster than those of Valentine.
This time, the bright red double helix logo covered his face directly, causing Valentine's head to buzz. A crisp popping sound entered his ears, along with the pain on his face.
This was the sound of the bridge of the nose being broken by a huge force.
Bright red blood flowed down his nose, making the double helix symbol on the shield even more dazzling.
But this did not stop his desire to ridicule.
"Is this your attack?!"
The dull sound came from the ruins, not only heard by the patriots, but also by the Rhode Island operators not far away. Because of the red mist, they did not get too close to the Patriots and could only attack from the outside. Their arrows and explosions were all eaten up by the patriots, but they could not shake the mountain in the slightest.
"This is……"
Valentine twisted his head in the narrow gap, slowly poked his head out from the edge, shook his head and met the Patriot's eyes again.
"Shield of the Infected?!"
"Weak!!"
The Patriot's eyes became redder, like a spotlight, burning Valentine's eyes. But even so, he did not shift his gaze, or even blink, and stubbornly met the enemy's gaze, even though he had already shed tears.
"You said you Wendigos were closest to death among the Sakaz. You said we were implicated in your daughter's death and you wanted to kill us."
His voice began to tremble, and the fire burned in his heart. A large number of cells were created, burning the energy in Valentine's body crazily to resist the power of the Patriots.
"You said you were not seeking revenge and had no intention of revenge."
"You said you hate fate..."
Valentine's arms gradually became thicker and bulged like Xing Yihuang's skills, pushing the Patriot's shield very slowly. He moved his arm with difficulty under the great force, once again covered the edge of the shield with his palm, and gritted his teeth to resist the power of the Wendigo.
He burned his body and gained strength enough to rival the monster.
"Then how can we accept the fate of being killed by you!"
The shield was pushed away, but not as a result of Valentine's efforts. The patriot retracted his shield and at the same time raised his halberd and struck the enemy on the head. Valentine held the two-handed sword, and the muscles in both arms seemed to explode. He suddenly raised the sword and raised it with great force, successfully missing the halberd and protecting his head.
But this is not the end.
"You just said..."
The huge two-handed sword cut through the air, and a horizontal slash directly hit the Patriot's shield. The impact caused even made the monster take half a step back.
"If fate allows you to force me to turn."
The halberd came from the upper left and was blocked by the two-handed sword. Valentine turned his wrist and took a step forward. The blade of the sword slid along the shaft of the halberd towards the patriot's hand.
"I'd rather never look back."
The Patriot pressed down with his right hand and swatted away the incoming sword. At the same time, he turned around and knocked away the attack from behind. Immediately afterwards, he threw out the halberd in his hand, directly nailed Valentine's arm, and once again raised his shield to charge.
"How childish!"
Valentine did not dodge the attack and allowed the other party to slap himself against the wall again. The two-handed sword was knocked out by the Patriot when he wanted to attack. Valentine followed the force and threw it in front of Rosemary not far away.
After the confrontation just now, he understood that his attack was ineffective, so he simply stopped fighting and started talking directly.
"Do you really think this is resisting fate? Do you really think it was fate that made you go through all the sufferings?"
The halberd nailed the arm that Valentine had just thrown out, and at the same time, his body was smashed against the wall by the shield. The sweet taste spread in Valentine's throat, and a trace of blood flowed from his mouth.
"It's ridiculous!"
"Fate never changes your direction. Everything you encounter is entirely your own fault!"
He grasped the patriot's halberd and shield, his fingers white-knuckled.
"You can save the rebellion, the changes in Tallulah, the fall of Chernobog, and Dragon Gate..."
"But what did you do?"
Valentine tilted his head forward, holding the Patriot's shield and halberd tightly with both hands, fighting the monster with strength, and at the same time launched an attack on his spirit.
"You just made your own choice and took steps on countless roads."
"Destiny is always in your hands, and you have the right to let your life go in another direction."
"No one is considered weak by fate, he just chooses to be weak. No one is considered strong by fate, he just chooses to be strong..."
"It all depends on your own choice!"
The halberd was pulled out, and the sharp blade cut off two of Valentine's fingers. But soon, those bones and muscle tissue grew back. He raised his hand, suddenly grasped the sharp blade that the Patriot wanted to cut his throat, and let his palm be cut open.
"Now that you are dissatisfied and feel that the world has treated you badly, you ignore the reasons for yourself and put all the blame on fate?"
"Then tell me now, whose hand holds this halberd?!"
"Who is wearing this armor?!"
"Whose hand is this shield tied to?"
"If you don't like this fate, then why arm yourself?!"
"If you don't like to be regarded as a strong person, then why do you have to take on those responsibilities?!"
"If you don't like Tallulah now, then why don't you kill her?! Don't you use this power on that dragon girl?! Why do you want to stop us?!"
"You said you have accumulated a lot of trouble and can't turn back..."
The sharp point was already pressed against Valentine's throat, but he showed no fear and continued to reprimand loudly. The bright red light gradually covered Valentine's entire field of vision, and the patriot in his eyes had turned into a skeleton. Wrapped in the huge ribs, there hung a powerful but decayed heart.
This is a sign that the Origin Stone skills are overloaded, just like the last time he assassinated Wang Tianyan at the Peninsula Hotel.
Only this time, he saw the ending of the patriot. The patriot's body had long since died, and his heart had dried up.
"You haven't even fucking tried, and you're saying you can't go back?"
"Fucking unreasonable!!!"
"Okay! Operator Valentine!" It was Amiya's voice that interrupted him: "Stop talking!"
"Stop talking?"
Valentine only felt that he heard wrongly.
"This guy is going to kill me now. Do you still want to survive? Do you still think it's a pity for him to die here?"
"Grass!"
Valentin shook his head vigorously, and did not stop even though his throat was cut and bloody. Soon, the earphone fell off, temporarily interrupting his communication with Rhode Island.
"Why don't you speak, Patriot?"
"I have nothing to say to you."
The silent Wendigo finally spoke again. His voice sounded so old to Valentine's ears at this time, as if he would die in the next second.
Even if his halberd carries as much power as a mountain.
"You simply don't understand what I've been through."
The breath as thick as white mist blew on Valentine's face, making him frown.
"I don't know what you've been through, I just know you're running away."
"You put all your faults on the illusory fate, but ignore the choices you have made."
"The code name you give yourself is Patriot, but I can't see any trace of patriotism in you."
Valentine gritted his teeth, this ruins was a past he would never forget.
"You helped the Integrity capture the cities of Ursus, you helped the Integration massacre the people of Ursus, and you helped the Integration start the war."
"Even if you have executed those thugs, you can't hide the fact that you participated in the invasion of Chernobog."
"You know very well who made Ursus look like this, you know very well what they did, you know very well that not only the infected are oppressed people, you know very well that ordinary people are also citizens of Ursus."
"But what did you do?"
"Patriots invaded their own country..."
Valentine let out a disdainful sneer.
"What a joke."
It seemed that the attacks from other operators were effective. Valentine felt that Patriot's strength was declining, and he could more easily push away the halberd that stabbed his throat.
"If what you are thinking is really what you just said."
"I feel like you've been running away your whole life."
"Escape from the fact that I made the wrong choice, and paralyze myself with fighting and resistance until today."
A flash of red light flashed across Valentine's vision.
"Your death date."
A large sword sank straight into the Patriot's body. It was Valentine's two-handed sword. Ordinary weapons have no effect on the patriot's body, but this sharp weapon irrigated with the blood of the eternal can easily split his hard flesh.
Countless black thin lines spread out from behind the Patriot, covering the Wendigo's eyes, and soon penetrated into his body and disappeared.
"I never believe in fate."
Valentine let go of his hand. The patriot held his halberd in front of his throat, but made no further progress.
"In other words, the 'fate' you think of has actually already written everyone's path. Everything you do is just an arrangement of fate, even if you clamor to kill fate."
"I only believe in the choices I make."
"If you are wrong, then keep walking. If you can't walk, then come back. If you have to bear the consequences, then carry it. If you want to die, then close your eyes."
"But if there is a way to avoid this, then I will try my best to pursue it."
"People's destiny... is determined by their own choices. What you should resent is the people and things that influence your choices, and you who made the choices."
"Instead of resenting something that doesn't exist."
Valentine stood up and looked up at the patriot in front of him. Those bright red eyes had lost their sparkle, and the blood mist on his body had also disappeared.
"That's no use."
Meaningless.
