You and me under the world tree

"But you lost to yourself after all."

"I... lost to myself."

Chapter 63: Dignity is Weakness

It may be confusing to hear such an answer at first.

But this is indeed a bloody fact.

After fully realizing this, Wittig's breathing suddenly became rapid.

And this rush made his pain more obvious.

"Cough cough cough..."

"You should also realize that, in fact, the illusion created by Mimonger is perfect."

Of course it is, Mimonger's vision is flawless.

Its phantom thinking in the opposite direction is elusive for a while.

The principle is simple, it's no problem, and it's easy to think about it.

But it takes time.

minutes?

Dozens of seconds?

seconds?

None of this is enough.

In a real peak duel, even thinking for more than a second is too much.

Because they must remain vigilant at all times, and even must put most of their thinking on their enemies.

Otherwise, one distraction could cost one's life.

Even so-called giants, even gods cannot jump out of this boundary.

What's more, Wieland himself is a half-breed elf.

He has the appearance of an elf, but according to the origin of blood, his father is an out-and-out giant.

But also because of this reason, he will not miss other races when strengthening the 'universal' feature of the Mimonger Excalibur.

Humans are the weakest, followed by elves and dwarves.

And because his father is a giant and the blood of giants flows in his body, Wieland must have considered the plan of using giants as opponents when casting Mimong.

It can even be said that he built it based on himself.

Suppose you hold the Mimonger Excalibur and face a powerful giant warrior, so what?

"After all, the Mimonger Excalibur is a famous sword for the weak."

Etzel spoke up.

"Maybe there is a certain requirement for strength, but without special training, it doesn't require the fighter's running speed, because Wieland himself can't do it."

He just watched Wittig, watching him slowly get up from the ground.

The strong impact caused the elf warrior to experience severe pain.

It could even be said that the previous successive shocks had almost caused his body to fall apart.

With his internal organs in complete mess, the reason why he can stand up now can only be said that he still retains the will to fight.

But so what?

"Wyland himself is not an excellent fighter, but with his own miserable physical condition, it is impossible to re-polish his martial arts, so what he can do is to work hard on the 'Phantom'."

"Well……"

"The phantom of the Mimonger Excalibur is extremely real - it makes a sound when it steps on the ground, and even has its own heartbeat. In this case, even a giant will be deceived - even if it is only for a while."

Of course, powerful giants and gods will not be deceived by such inferior magic methods.

But the so-called wrong judgment is enough for a moment.

"At the moment when the phantoms scattered, even giants with special powers might not be able to tell the right direction at the first time, because both the heartbeat and the rhythm of life are exactly the same."

Not to mention warriors, even a blacksmith like Wieland can do it.

You don't need to practice much at all, you just need to ensure that there will be no major problems with your emotions and that your breathing rate will not deviate greatly.

And this kind of thing can be said to be commonplace for soldiers.

"But it is in this simple thing that you have errors."

Hearing this, Wittig couldn't help clenching his teeth.

He couldn't refute it because it was indeed true.

"Your heart beats faster for a split second and your breathing becomes rapid."

Yes, this is Wittig's own previous mistake.

And now, when Etzel brought this up again, he couldn't help but grit his teeth.

"Wittig, I'm actually very curious. What are you thinking in your heart? You know that there is no hope of victory, but you still have expectations in your heart?"

Then, the king of Hunlan slowly put his hand on his saber.

"In your eyes, it seems like an insult that I didn't draw the knife?"

As a soldier, he gave up his weapon when he was about to fight.

This is no longer explained by the so-called 'contempt'.

And Wittig is also very clear that he actually doesn't have enough capital to stand here.

Not to mention how he was at his peak, now he is just a candle in the wind supported by potions.

But even so, he still feels reconciled.

Am I not even qualified to let you draw your sword! !

Wittig wanted to yell like that if he could.

However, he knew that he couldn't say such words at all.

Can't expect that.

Because he still had the idea of ​​a warrior, he made such a mistake at the last moment.

"I won't make that mistake again."

he said coldly.

These words were not meant to prove anything, nor was he speaking to the King of Hunlan.

Say this sentence only to yourself.

Not a proof, but a warning.

"So I!"

The next moment, the warrior in the world took off directly.

'boom'

Flames wrapped around the blade, which began to burn.

While powerful, it is also full of threats.

At this moment, the King of Hunlan also had a concentrated expression.

A hint of madness flashed in those originally cold eyes.

The next moment, the gorgeous long knife was unsheathed.

'boom'

With one blow, the flame of magic completely dissipated.

'Clang'

The blades collided, but the so-called sharp blade of the Excalibur was difficult to move forward.

But the Son of God backed away.

He did not choose to stand still.

After a blow collision, he began to retreat rapidly.

"You're afraid of..."

"Well, I admit it."

"..."

Perhaps it was because Etzel admitted too quickly, leaving Wittig speechless.

He originally wanted to emulate the man's previous actions and stir up his emotions.

However, he seems to have overestimated his so-called dignity.

He was never bound by such a thing.

"But don't get me wrong. What I'm afraid of is your sword. My sword is new, and I don't want to leave any scars."

Knife.

When Etzel said that, Wittig couldn't help but glanced at the knife in his hand again.

Gorgeous.

With just one glance, he had such an idea, whether it was the gemstone or the golden pattern on the handle, it all highlighted this point.

but……

"The knife may be used as a breakthrough, you think so?"

"..."

'boom'

He cut out the blade, and in an instant, a strong wind hit.

'clang'

Feeling the powerful impact, Wittig realized he was being attacked.

Wind Blade.

If it wasn't for his snake pattern armor being hard enough, he might be torn to shreds.

'boom'

Finally, the elemental bombardment arrived.

wind.

water.

fire.

During the battle between the two, the bombing started.

The massive elemental magic caused a series of collisions, and the magical atmosphere that completely violated the natural senses spread out.

Soon, Wittig was once again at a disadvantage.

As the physical strength passed away, the movements became more and more sluggish.

The effect of the medicine seems to be running out soon...

Chapter 64: What are you waiting for?

It's time for the medicine to work.

There was no need for Wittig to pinch his fingers to make precise calculations, and the body immediately gave feedback in this regard.