Arad's Sword

Chapter 60 The Challenge of Destiny

Midi was running in the woods.

Trees flew out of sight, ears filled with the sound of wind and boots on dead leaves.

His magic armor, which had been passed down for generations by the elves, was already broken, and his left arm, which was lodged with ghosts and gods, was hanging down feebly at this moment, with blood dripping from his fingertips.And on the left shoulder, there was a wound with deep bone visible. At first glance, the skin and flesh turned out, which was quite terrifying.

Not only that, Midi's complexion is also extremely ugly, it has turned into a stone-like frost blue due to blood loss, and her lips are extremely pale, almost like a dead person.

Only those black eyes were still frighteningly bright, and what was burning in them was an inextinguishable fighting spirit.

However, fighting spirit alone cannot reverse the current extreme disadvantage.

The three female ghost swords clenched tightly behind her gave Midi a headache.These three female ghost swords are all level 30. After chasing and killing them all the way, Midi has already understood their occupations-the white-haired one is a contracted demon, using a snake-belly sword; the silver-haired one is a sword driver, using a thin sword; The gray-haired one is the dark knight, wielding a magic sword.

The Snake Belly Sword is extremely agile, has no dead ends, and is suitable for mid-range containment.

The thin sword stabs quickly and is extremely fast, good at close quarters.

Once the magic sword is swung, it will be bombarded piece by piece, and it can control a huge range in an instant.

The perfect coordination formed between the three of them made it impossible for Midi to strike, let alone a counterattack that even hit and ran, and even had no chance to release an icy formation to contain it.

What's worse is that the ghosts and gods residing on Midi's left arm are basically ineffective against these three female ghost swords.

Midi was not surprised, because from the moment he saw Wiseman, he already knew the true identities of these three female ghost swords—artifacts of the Imperial Alchemists Guild, and experimental subjects at the Billmark Proving Ground.What resides on their left arms is not real ghosts and gods, but a special kind of magic power crystallization.This kind of pseudo-ghost has many natural flaws, but it is immune to the natural level of suppression that Midi ghosts have on other ghosts and gods.

It's as if the king can make nobles, knights, and commoners kneel down one after another, but he can't make lifeless wax figures bow.

At this moment, the counterfeit is even more troublesome.

However, compared to the troublesome female ghost sword, their master can only be described as terrifying.

"Hand of Nightmare" Wiseman Newton, in his previous life, was the general agent of the Delos Empire in Bel Mare. The Seth family and the Bloodblade Thieves were nothing more than his dogs.Even against the Falcon Group, this crazy guy never backed down at all, and even made Midi suffer countless times.

And in this life, although he is still not well-known at the moment, he is already a level 45 necromancer.

No matter how rich combat experience he has, Midi is only level 28 after all, and he is still a melee class.The gap of 17 levels is like a moat between him and Wiseman, completely cutting off the possibility of any leapfrog challenge.Midi reckoned that if he was hit by the "Hand of Nightmare" with all his strength, his body would be corroded immediately, and there was no way to resist.

What made Midi even more afraid was not Wiseman's admirable grade, but his crazy and meaningless personality.

In Wiseman's eyes, everything is just a toy, whether it is power, honor, or the experiments themselves that have invested countless funds. "Nightmare Hand" will not be attached to specific things, as long as it can attract his attention, he will plunder, research, and when he gets tired of playing, he will discard and destroy it.

Like this very moment.

If you failed to capture the Witch of the Mist at the last minute, you must be a little frustrated, right?
Whether to deal with the enemy who has ruined a good thing in front of him, or return to the battlefield to catch the witch again, you have to hesitate, right?

However, these negative emotions and thoughts of indecision did not appear in Wiseman at all.When he found out that Alice hadn't been teleported over, the necromancer just shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, and immediately started a full attack on Midi!

Grab one of them, it's not a loss anyway!

The light from Wiseman's squinted eyes seemed to be saying so.

It's almost like playing with a cat catching a mouse, rather than being in the middle of an iron-blooded war.

This extremely relaxed but extremely dangerous attitude, to Midi, who is good at calculation, reasoning and tactics, seems to be a cage with no way out, trapping him tightly and unable to escape at all.

Will I be arrested for experimentation, or will I just be beaten to death here?

For the first time since her rebirth, such a gloomy hopeless thought appeared in Midi's heart.

He has worked hard enough, not only working hard, but also using all the experience, various predictions for the future, and all the advantages of rebirth.However, the strength that has been accumulated bit by bit, at this moment, is so fragile and vulnerable to a stronger enemy.

Glancing at the bleeding wound on her shoulder, which had no chance to even be bandaged, Midi couldn't help but smile wryly.

However, this is also of course.

The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind.

In the previous life, Midi was the ignorant and stupid cicada, so what he had to face in the end was just the two blades of the praying mantis.But in this life, he has become a vigilant and aggressive praying mantis, so he has to face the iron beak of the oriole that penetrates everything.

The stronger he is, the higher the stage he will play, and the stronger enemies he will encounter are of course.

"Nightmare Hand" Wiseman Newton is nothing more than a manifestation of this law.

Even without him, Midi will also face other enemies with overwhelming advantages in such a noble war, because he rises too fast, and the time left for him to settle and grow is too short up.

This is called fate.

An eternal shackle that even rebirth cannot shake off.

fate?
The moment this word flashed through his mind, Midi couldn't help clenching his fists.

Isn't the reason why I was reborn to fight against fate?

For a split second, he suddenly thought of Fina, who had red hair like a Valkyrie on the battlefield, and Alice, who had black hair like a waterfall, like an iceberg beauty.At this moment, the girls are also doing their best to fight on the battlefield, right?How can I be so discouraged and admit defeat like this?
Perhaps the current self is just unrequited love, and the bond between the two parties is far from being intimate, but if he really died like this, they should feel sad too, right?

Thinking of the sad expressions of Fina and Alice, thinking of the pain and despair of the previous life, and finally thinking of the ambition and vows she had made since her rebirth, Midi shuddered all over her body, and the ghost on her left arm was standing here. For a moment, it seemed to growl again.

Can't die!
Even if it is the shackles of fate, you must not die!

Must live on, give this fate, let everyone see!
In those black pupils, a silver flame instantly ignited.The next moment, with an extremely quick incantation, countless icicles blossomed directly under Midi's feet!

Midi, who had been prepared for a long time, was like an illusory smoke, shuttled forward among countless sharp icicles, and even crossed the past unscathed.But the three female ghost swords in the back were caught off guard, and their speed was greatly reduced in an instant. After more than ten seconds, when they finally crossed the icy formation, Midi's figure had disappeared among the lush branches and leaves.

"Do you think you can escape like this? It's not that easy." Wiseman, who was riding on a skeleton horse, sneered, stretched out his staff, and pointed in one direction without hesitation, "Chasing, it's there! "

Of course, Midi didn't expect to be able to escape by relying on an ice formation.

But when he started to fully operate the ghost on his left arm, it was quite difficult for Wiseman and his party to lock him within the range of fire.

Just like this, the two sides launched a dangerous pursuit in the dense forest.

A few hours later, the night became thicker and the darkness began to spread, as if there were many black-winged night birds flying in the blue sky, silently dimming everything and absorbing all light.

Midi crossed a shallow stream panting. He didn't even have the strength to pass over the stones at the moment, so he could only drag his feet across. Suddenly, the water splashed and made a splashing sound.At the end of the creek, there are magnificent waterfalls, three or four waterfalls hanging in the air, the water curtain is dense, the cold mist rises, and the surrounding vegetation is dense, obviously it is a good place to hide.

At this moment, Midi finally exerted his strength. Using his precious physical strength, he took a leap, made several vertical jumps one after another, landed on the protruding cliff, and quickly crossed the first waterfall.Then, without hesitation, Midi clung to the rock at the top of the second waterfall, but instead of turning over, she turned around and jumped over a shallow puddle. in the bushes.

After 20 years of rebirth, Midi is not only a subjugated nobleman, ghost swordsman, commander, but also a standard adventurer.In the previous life, many times, what he wanted to get rid of was not only humans, but also all kinds of magical beasts with a keen sense of smell and strong night vision.

It was already night, and the whole environment was more favorable for Midi.

After about ten minutes, three female ghost swords appeared under the waterfall. They looked around, but couldn't find any traces that could be traced, and they obviously lost their way.

Wiseman also arrived later. The powerful necromancer frowned very rarely, and then chanted a lengthy incantation, then stretched out his staff, and then swept a large area.

"Master, there are traces of climbing there!" The white-haired ghost sword's eyes lit up.

"Fake, look west, search all, don't let him have a chance to rest!" Wiseman said lazily, and then yawned, "I'm a little sleepy, I'll take a rest first."

The three female ghost swords did not complain, and immediately rushed into the bushes on the left without any hesitation.

About half an hour later, the crisp sound of swords colliding and the roar of magic explosion sounded in the silent night. After a scuffle, Midi fled in a hurry. After several twists and turns, she finally got rid of the entanglement of the female ghost swords again and hid again into the shadows.

This scene has been played out many times tonight.

The female ghost swords don't need to rest. As experimental subjects, their pain and fatigue can be directly compensated with their lifespan. Before their heads are beheaded or their lifespan is exhausted, they can fight forever.

Wiseman can fall asleep casually. Necromancers have many barriers to protect themselves. They are not afraid of Midi's sneak attack at all, and he even expects Midi's sneak attack.But even if Midi doesn't make a surprise attack, Wiseman will start a new round of hunting with the fullest energy the next morning.

As for Midi, as a normal human being who needs to rest, he can only see the needles. After getting rid of the opponent, he barely squinted for half an hour, still in a light sleep. Once he feels the killing intent, he must immediately get up to fight, and then try to get rid of again.

After one night, Midi's physical strength was undoubtedly consumed a lot, and his energy was greatly reduced.

But at least he made it through the night anyway.

And time will always be on Midi's side, because the black-haired boy firmly believes that the girls will win the final victory, even if he is no longer on the battlefield.

And he has no doubt that Fina and Alice will definitely come to search for him, find him, and then fight side by side with him, facing any strong enemy.

Every minute and every second that passes through, for Midi, there is an extra chance of winning, thus breaking free from the shackles of fate little by little.

Therefore, even though the pain and exhaustion penetrated deep into his bones, he still gritted his teeth and persisted.

until dawn.

(End of this chapter)