Comics: Beginning with Giants

Just now, Plisrana seemed to have made a mistake, and the feeling that the black big sword was only a few centimeters away from hitting him was just an illusion.

In fact, it was a direct test of Plissa for herself, she believed her feelings, and she was confident that she would not be attacked by the long sword even if she stopped.

This psychological quality is also not learned by ordinary people, and only after long-term training can they carve self-confidence based on experience into their bodies.

However, it is a pity that instincts are not omnipotent, obviously feeling that the other party is unable to fight back at this time, but to make an attack that violates common sense, for which Prisra paid the price of an arm.

Blood soaked Plissra’s sleeves, ran down his right arm to his fingertips, and dripped to the ground.

Without stopping to regain his strength, Plisla continued to rush in the direction of the Pope and launched an attack.

The huge long sword slashed through the air, forming a perfect arc, but it did not attack the object he wanted to attack.

When Plissa saw the Pope attack, he rolled directly to the Pope’s side, and the Pope in armor was more than two meters tall, while Pressra was only about one meter six.

The Pope’s slash is absolutely not dodged by rolling for people of similar height to himself, but compared to the Pope, Plisla’s short height allows Plisla to avoid the Pope’s slash.

While tumbling, using the twisting of his body, he threw his immobile right arm towards the Pope, but he did not want to attack the Pope with his right hand.

The blood flowing from his right arm flew out in the direction chosen by Plisla, and under the influence of three points of luck, it hit the Pope’s eye.

The huge pain of shaking the fractured right arm made Plissra’s originally expressionless face become a little hideous.

Without giving up this golden opportunity, Plisla took advantage of the Pope’s instinctive panic when he lost his vision, and used the dagger in his left hand to stab at the Pope’s eyes exposed on the armor mask.

At the moment before piercing the Pope’s eyes, the Pope, out of panic, threw a punch towards the front of his body.

Bite~

A crisp collision sounded, and then a step was extremely dull, with a sound that seemed to be broken by something, and Plisla’s body flew out a few meters away, rolling on the ground several times before stopping.

“Congratulations, victory over the Pope, if it weren’t for my shot, he would probably have been pierced in the eye socket by your dagger right now” Campbell walked from the throne to Plissra’s side and crouched down to look at Prisla.

Gently put his hand on Plissra’s body, slightly sensing Plisla’s physical condition, Campbell said to Plisra, who fell to the ground motionless.

“However, your internal organs were also messed up by the Pope’s punch, and your ribs were all broken, even if I spare your life, you won’t live long.”

“…. Play….. Lai…”The intermittent Plissa came out with these two words for a long time, and if it weren’t for Campbell’s five senses being sharp enough, he couldn’t hear what Plissa was saying.

Indeed, if Campy hadn’t blocked the dagger that stabbed the Pope, Prisla would not have been as miserable as it is now, even if he was hit by the Pope, and the strength of the brain-controlled punch would definitely be much smaller.

Blood slowly flowed out from under Plissra’s body, making Sister Freya on the side turn her head unbearably, not daring to watch the moment when life passed.

“Actually, I still like your performance,” Campbell gently stroked Pressra’s face, wiping the blood off her face.

“Determined, decisive, never admit defeat even in difficult situations, looking for ways to win”

“I ask you, do you still want to continue living?” Facing Plissa, whose pupils had begun to dilate, Campbell said softly.

Even at the moment of imminent death, Plisla’s desire to survive was still very strong, and he nodded his head inexplicably.

“Sing praises to my name, praise my name.”

“Give everything you have to me”

Blood left over Campbell’s wrist and burrowed into her body from Plissra’s wounds.

“You may still have a trace of life in this case”

Quietly looking at Plissa who had fallen to the ground, Campbell stood up.

Boom. Boom.. Boom…..

Plissra’s heart stopped beating.

It doesn’t matter, it’s just that the heart has stopped beating, and if it can be transformed into results, such an injury is not at all an injury for Campbell’s descendants.

Probably because of the near-death state, the rate of erosion is quite fast, and soon it begins to erode parts of the brain.

“Has it failed…,” muttered Campbell in disappointment, once eroded into the brain, the material he had captured for human experiments would basically become part of himself.

Relying on willpower to resist their own erosion, in essence, also resisting their own erosion outside the brain process, if not, once the brain is eroded by itself, ordinary people’s consciousness loses material attachment, naturally does not exist.

Campbell turned around, ready to take a closer look at the papal uniform that the Pope had brought to see if it met his requirements.

However, Campbell, who had just taken a step, stopped and turned to look at Plissra’s body lying on the ground.

A consciousness appeared in Campbell’s perception after Pressra’s brain was completely eroded, like the feeling of a wolf and a rabbit.

The fingers of Plissra’s body, lying on the ground, trembled slightly, and the right arm that was interrupted by the Pope returned to the appearance of a normal arm.

Prisra sat up from the ground and looked blankly at her hands, as if she didn’t understand the current situation.

This scene made the Pope and Sister Freya on the side widen their eyes in disbelief, and the Pope had a clear understanding of the weight of the punch he had just made.

The power of wearing armor is already strong, and his palm is also wrapped in hard armor, which can fully exert his power.

After a normal person eats his own punch, he definitely doesn’t want to stand up again, and judging from the feeling just now, the ribs must be broken, and the internal organs connected to the spine are also smashed and smashed by themselves, if it is not for Campbell’s limitation of the power of the armor, that punch is directly through Pressra.

Such a person still wants to stand up? What a joke, unless she’s not human either. _

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