Suddenly, Galen saw his younger self.
He was a boy who was hiding with his mother. On the carriage escaping from his hometown, he opened the window and looked at the city and the yellow sand that were gradually receding. He asked us uneasily where we were going.
His mother touched his head and just said to go to sleep, he would be there when he woke up.
As a young child, he could feel that his mother was feeling guilty, not for his past life, but for him, an ignorant child.
After my mother arrived in Tingen, she found a job as a bartender in a small border town.
Although there was no money for him to go to school, he did not go hungry. Galen was like a little bear with a big appetite. His mother always got off work late and took on a cleaning job so that she could bring back the leftover meat from the bar patrons.
The Western Continent is different from the rich south. Having a meal of meat is a happy thing.
Later, my mother met a man, and gradually she no longer had to work in a bar.
Although the man became violent after drinking and the mother was occasionally beaten, she was still very happy and her smiles increased day by day.
Galen began to have milk for breakfast, every day.
Later, while practicing sword practice with him, the man said to me, bitch, you are a born knight. In the future, you will write your name in the story of defeating the devil. Pick up the sword, pick it up even if you can’t lift it, cut it down, swing it again, and cut it again. ...
A knight's sword weighs three kilograms, which is not something that a half-year-old child can use all the time. His arms were so swollen that he wanted to cry and couldn't lift them up. The sword fell to the ground with a clang, and the man basking in the sun next to him would curse loudly, saying, "You bitch, don't tarnish my reputation." The curse was very filthy. The mother was always giggling from the side, holding the man's arm and helping him into the house. After a long time, he came out again and gently wiped the sweat from his arms with a handkerchief.
She said you are not a son of a bitch, but your mother's little man.
Gradually, the sword no longer falls to the ground.
As time passed, he showed his sharpness, and the teacher no longer scolded him, but became more kind and polite to him.
He thought he had the teacher's approval.
Many things that followed were like passing clouds, the hymns of the congregants in the low church, the yellow sand on the way back home, the falling snow in the northern continent, and the third eye opened on Sadiqi's forehead. .....
He cut off the teacher's head, and just like in a dream, the knight who was already invincible returned to his vast hometown in his memory, but the road became narrower, and he left in despair.
The talented young knight embarked on the journey again with his confused sword, hoping to find a place for the empty knighthood.
But he didn't expect that after so many years of busy work, chivalry had become something ridiculous that was not worth talking about. He didn't even know the meaning of picking up the sword and shield. He was romantically involved on the South Road, worked as a hawk for the chaebol, and wanted to prove something by going to the Northern Continent to kill people, but in the end he returned to his hometown.
While in the palace, he fell in love with wine, something he clearly hated before.
But he comforted himself that I don’t hit anyone after drinking, so I am different from the teacher.
The mother waited for her to rise to prominence, and the little man became the knight leader of the kingdom. Everyone praised Galen's loyal chivalry, and troubadours compiled him into poetry. The melodious rhythm of the accordion sounded. The knight in the story had a wonderful and bumpy life, became famous, and finally returned home with beauty.
Unfortunately reality is not a story. The knight in reality turned into a bereaved dog in the end, running away just like he had fled his hometown. The most disgraceful frame-up is a tragic plot that would not get applause in a play. Even in the end, injustice and slander were still smearing his reputation. There was not a word of justice, and no one defended him. Even, as time passed, no one could defend him. People are curious about where the former witch-slaying knight has gone.
In the last few years of his life, Galen stopped practicing swordsmanship. His body gradually gained weight, and his uncontrolled alcohol intake made his hands tremble, and he could no longer hold the sword steadily. He had a messy beard, and sometimes he could sleep on a street bench, hanging out with beggars. Anyway, his mother would be by his side when he opened his eyes. He wandered around the tavern in the countryside, drinking two copper coins a glass of low-quality ale with his adventurer buddies, and cursed the world together, fuck your world, fuck your chivalry, the marinade used to trick women into spreading their legs. Damn stuff.
But when I dream back in the middle of the night, I occasionally think of my once high-spirited self.
After being harmed by the wizard into this state, he was even more drunk and had no energy anymore.
I forgot the sword, the chivalry, and many things in the past, but I did not forget my mother's words. I couldn't figure it out, so I continued drinking.
Go to sleep, you'll be there when you wake up.
So the boy who was lying on the window sill of the carriage looking at his hometown fell into a deep sleep. When he opened his eyes again, he was already standing here.
Snow falls all over the sky.
The unfamiliar body, the corpse beside him still maintained the appearance of his life, endless pressure came from the air, and hundreds of weird and distorted human eyes on the death creature stared at him at the same time.
Galen clenched his fist, it was okay, at least it wasn't shaking.
Where he looked up, the curse was burning, surging souls and flesh, burning the sky, the undead were wailing miserably, and death was squirming, multiplying and expanding, like a doomsday disaster.
A perfect masterpiece.
Very good, Galen smiled, extremely happy.
Like the dragon at the end of a knight's tale, his life comes to an end.
He could not have asked for a more pleasant death.
From the moment the head serves as a medium to initiate necromantic alchemy, the connection between him and the body is severed.
Now Galen is a lonely ghost with nowhere to go.
But it doesn’t matter, who doesn’t know how to do necromancy alchemy?
From the same source, the death in front of him is using his spell. Galen knows that the firewood provided for death can burn for at most ten seconds, and the creation in front of him will collapse and disintegrate.
The count seemed to be dead, and along with everyone, it was not known whether Peter had escaped.
It would be meaningless to fight for one's life anymore. It was better to take advantage of Sotep's body being controlled by him and try to escape. There would be nothing wrong with becoming an evil spirit in the future.
But Galen's chivalry was meaningless, so he chose to hold the sword.
It just so happens that my soul is enough to burn for more than ten seconds.
The flames spread along the limbs and bones. The past of life, emotions, everything that makes up the human being named Galen, everything boiled at this moment. He opened his arms and embraced death.
The knight's sword appeared in Galen's hand again, but it was different from the one in the manor. The gorgeous weapon became the cheap iron sword used for training in his childhood. The sword was old and simple, but it was well maintained by his mother.
It's enough to kill a wizard.
Ramsay was hiding at the exit at the bottom of the canyon, only a hundred meters away from the convoy that had just been destroyed.
His senses were connected to the creation of necromantic alchemy, and he naturally saw Sotep still standing on the ground.
Bat Girl Riki and the One-Armed Man were all wiped out by Ramsay along with the convoy.
From the moment they participated in the killing of the count, their lives began to count down to a predetermined time.
As early as the beginning, Cole's order was to get rid of these three people after the incident was completed and shut them up forever.
The wizard is responsible for getting rid of Cole.
That Marquis cannot believe in any kind of loyalty. Only those with interests that can sustain development are the most trustworthy.
Ramsay sat on the ground with his back hunched over, his cloak burned away by the backlash of the necromantic alchemy, and a disfigured face covered with scars was revealed. Letania's prison tattoo, prison escape Later, he burned it off with a soldering iron, leaving only a particularly frightening piece of pale skin.
He looked at Sotep, his lips twitching, half-smiling.
The pain of necromantic alchemy was also feedbacking to him, but he didn't notice it at all, he only felt extremely happy.
Very good, there is still a living person, otherwise, wouldn't it be very regrettable if the power stolen from the Styx is useless?
Immediately, Ramsay frowned.
He saw the sword appearing in Sotep's hand and the death igniting in him.
A death identical to his creation, yet overwhelmingly gorgeous.
The weight of life is also different.
What kind of firewood is burning?
"It's so beautiful..."
As if he had seen an incomparable treasure, Ramsay trembled and smiled crazily, yes, this is right!
This is a toy worthy of this power!
Sotep grinned back at him.
"My blood is boiling after a long absence, wizard——!!!"
The sword light penetrated the heaven and the earth, and the extremely terrifying curse power collided together, and finally disappeared in a flash.
Galen sheathed his sword.
The mirage-like form of flesh and blood was decapitated with a sword.
A wound suddenly opened on Ramsay's neck, and blood spurted out, but he was not angry but joyful and said with a sharp smile: "Jie Jie... That's it, that's it!!!"
In the canyon, the fallen head of the death creation rose up from the ground before it hit the ground. A long river of flesh and blood surged out from under the neck composed of bone spurs, and the twisted and decayed soul giant body was regenerated.
The original body that lacked the head was like a bud breaking through the ground. An extremely large blood eye with a vertical pupil tore through the empty flesh from under the neck and came out. Taking the place of the head, the creation of death was split into two in an instant. The rift valley was squeezed to the point of completely collapsing, the curse almost condensed into substance, boiling and boiling, and the drifting snow for miles around was evaporated in an instant at this moment.
The very concept of death, how will you kill?
Galen gave the answer.
Holding the sword to stir up the curse, the knight who was also burning stepped on the invisible stairs and strangled the giant to death. The extreme violent madness tortured those weird and crazy human tissues, and the sword was danced into a storm by him. , the sword goes with you, washing away sins.
In an instant, blood rained down in the canyon, and the two creatures struggled to fight back. But just as the knight cannot kill death, how can death kill another death?
With the blessing of fully activated necromantic alchemy, Galen has almost reached the limit of human beings.
The screams of the innocent souls were torn to pieces by him, and the fierce sword wind that swept through the sky chopped the spine composed of bone spurs into bone powder. The knight was bathed in the burning spell power, as if he wanted to smash the door to hell with his own hands.
His body flew high, hit the newly grown river of flesh and blood, and rolled over. The knight's sword trembled and roared. He used the sword moves taught to him by his teacher when he was nine years old. He held it and slashed out, took it back, and then slashed out... ....The tip of the sword cut through the fire, forcing back death, and repeated this process, just like his forty-one years of life.
Thousands of swords are like stars, falling in this world.
Ramsay, who was connected to the destiny of creation, was severely injured. Countless wounds opened on his body, almost turning him into a bloody man. It was not until this moment that he understood that death might not be able to be killed——
But it will eventually be replaced by a grander death.
Even if he found a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand vagrants and death row prisoners, how could he compare to the legendary witch-slaying knight who had killed through the witch union, became a highly respected minister, and finally started the war in the Western Continent?
The balance of death was tilted from the beginning.
Galen's fireworks, at this moment, eclipsed the grand death carefully planned by the wizard.
Galen never understood the meaning of chivalry.
After all, everyone lives in the gutter, there is nothing to be demanding. Swords and romance will always be replaced by the truth of life and reality.
But even so.
There will always be people who yearn for chivalry, romance, and the ruthless life in stories.
At least that was the case when Galen first picked up the sword.
Ever since, when he was insulted by the teacher, he would still pick up the sword and kill the messenger from the Wu League who came to resolve the situation. When he found out that his father was right, he decisively put down his hatred and raised his sword to curse the rebels who were approaching the city. This is the most important thing in his life. The ruthless life is constantly fading but never ending. The true way of chivalry is to never bow to reality.
Galen could not become a noble person who illuminated the entire land like the knight in the story.
But he wanted to at least brighten his life.
For example, mother, such as life going round and round.
Then Galen raised his sword.
The monstrous curse fire of necromantic alchemy condensed, and different knight swords were forged into shapes by the scarlet curse, either ordinary or precious, materialized from his life, spread all over the sky, and filled with murderous intent. Ling Ran.
Under such extreme cruelty, the creation of death was almost burned out.
Knowing that he could not survive, Ramsay grinned and threw his soul into the bloody rain that was on the verge of collapse.
The flames flashed away, and the ashes were blown away by the strong wind on the snow at the mouth of the canyon.
The flames of death rose again, and the soul, body, spine, and resentment were all shattered and reorganized, biting each other and distorting. The spells and curses were intertwined, gathering from the ground of the collapsed canyon, and finally turned into La Mus's ugly and terrifying giant face, the mouth opened wide, even the face was torn open, revealing a mouth full of sharp bone spurs like shark teeth, and deep in the throat was a bottomless black end, rising from the ground, facing the lid Lun bites and goes up——
"If there is a next life, don't serve wizards again, Mi Tai."
Galen slashed down with his sword in the air.
The clouds are clearing and the sky is bright.
Death retreat.
The flames on Galen's body gradually extinguished, and he controlled Sotep's body to land back on the ground.
The moment it hit the ground, Sotep's tyrannical body immediately turned into ashes, revealing Galen's almost transparent and withered soul. He fell unsteadily and fell to the ground.
Peter, who was on the verge of obscurity during the whole process, rushed over and was overjoyed——
"The two of us are so powerful!"
Galen smiled.
"really."
"Damn it, the count is dead, and my brother Potter and Batman also donated..." Peter became more and more sad and angry as he spoke, "It was all in vain."
"Hey, you promised me something."
Galen's voice became weaker and weaker, his skull was broken, and the burned knight's soul was like a candle in the wind, about to disappear in this winter blizzard.
Peter nodded solemnly.
"I will do it."
He said it from the bottom of his heart.
Galen smiled gratefully, said nothing, and his soul slowly disappeared.
"Hey, that's right." Peter suddenly took out a brand new skull covered with scarlet lines, "I have a brand-new head for a girl's own use. Do you want to go in and stay for a while?"
Galen, who was half gone but not completely gone, was shocked.
"Where did it come from?"
"Ah, this..."
Peter scratched his head in embarrassment.
"I didn't steal it, I just picked it up. I already told you, but I still think that no one wants this skull..."
Galen's mouth moved, and the remaining soul instantly penetrated into his skull, no longer moving.
He seemed to say thank you.
[Congratulations, Galen Selvi’s destiny has been changed by you. Rewards 50,000 soul shavings and 50,000 experience points. You have obtained 10% of Galen Selvi’s comprehensive attributes]
[Galen Selvi’s fate has been successfully changed. If you want to know, please use 300,000 soul shavings to perform divination again. 】
Peter's eyes widened and he was shocked. How could this be done? !
The skull was a system reward he had received when he gave Galen a divination earlier. He just gave it a try, but he didn't expect to actually save Galen, who was originally destined to die?
Peter smiled happily, put the skull into the storage space of the system, and then smiled again.
Damn it, I can’t stop laughing.
With a crying face, he fell to the ground and cried: "Brother Potter, why did you die - you died so miserably, oh oh oh, what will I do if I am left alone in this world!!"
He and Harry were really bonded. Apart from anything else, there was that layered sense of security that once you experienced it once, you never wanted to lose it again.
"Harry, wuwuwu, don't worry, my brother will go back and burn two defensive magic scrolls for you. You must be in the spirit of heaven..."
Under the plowed broken rock, a weak curse suddenly came out: "Stop howling, dig me out quickly..."
"ah???"
Peter's mourning ceased.
"You're not dead?"
"Soon."
Peter hurriedly picked up the big stick and pried open the broken rocks on the ground, and then saw the stacked shield armor that had completely turned into scrap metal.
With great effort, he moved the armor away, revealing Harry who was protected by the armor underneath.
Not only him, but also Frey, the fat Earl, and a beautiful girl with a dusty face.
"I've made a fool of myself, but you're not dead yet?!"
Harry vomited a mouthful of blood, looked sluggish, and was too lazy to pay attention to him.
"no......"
Peter knew how hard the death creature's elbow just now was. Even the carriage carrying seventh-level magic was instantly turned into a discus. It was a powerful elbow. How did Harry block it?
"How did you resist that?"
That can't be blocked by stacking low-level magic. The quality of magic power alone is not on the same level. It is already comparable to the ultimate move of the boss in the later stages of the game. Ordinary magic shields are of no help at all. Even Peter, who was hiding in the distance, was nudged by Yu Wei and the torrent of sixth-level earth elements on his body was almost gone. Give it a rest.
Is your kid still hiding an eighth-level magic shield?
"Necromantic Alchemy... No matter how powerful it is, it is still a spell constructed by the spirit body... Ahem... In this case, it can be restrained by divine magic..."
He untied his clothes tremblingly, and his body was densely covered with no less than two hundred cross pendants from the Church of Light, all of which had been opened by the priest, just like the sun god walking in the world.
To exorcise evil spirits, the more the merrier.
"I...ahem...don't fight an unprepared battle."
