You and me under the world tree

Chapter 88: Unyielding Will, the Last Strike

Although Wittig's voice was a little weak, it was even disturbingly weak.

However, he did convey his will with his voice.

Under the watchful eyes of Etzel, the Valkyrie, and the other fighters, the fighter who was lying on the ground and seemed to have reached his limit just supported the ground with his hands.

In the eyes of normal people, that kind of trembling appearance is the appearance of being exhausted.

he can't stand up...

At the moment, even Etzel thinks so.

Because he knew that Wittig had no strength left.

Because he could no longer stand up straight with his own strength, he lost that kind of strength.

So he had to support the ground with both hands.

However, in the previous series of collisions, bruises had appeared on his hands.

Using such hands to support the ground is bound to bring more intense pain.

But because the body is too heavy, so Wittig had to do so.

"You have trouble even standing up."

Staring at the man who seemed to be kneeling on the ground, Etzel couldn't help but speak.

The implication is that you can't stand up at all, you'd better fall down as soon as possible.

Anyone can see this.

However, Wittig didn't seem to have any willingness to give up. He just continued to support his body, exerting force with his palms and fingers.

It's like digging your fingers into the ground.

"Ugh-"

he growled.

The hoarse voice pierced deeply into the hearts of the spectators like a sharp knife.

At this moment, even the Hunlan soldiers were silent.

No one thought Wittig was stalking here.

Facing the real strong man, the Son of God, he not only had the courage to draw out his sharp sword, but he never gave up until the last moment.

This already shows the bravery in his heart.

The Hunlan warriors didn't make any taunts either, they just watched the warrior of elf blood, watching him tremble slowly and get up.

As for the other side, the Gothic fighters were already in tears.

"Enough is enough..."

Walter said in a low voice.

"It's really enough!!"

His words were like a stone falling into a pond, quickly rippled layer after layer on the originally calm lake.

The moment Walter's voice fell, the rest of the Gothic warriors also made their own voices.

"It's really enough, my lord executive!"

Before, Etzel did not hide his killing intent, and even publicly expressed his desire to break the contract.

Therefore, no matter how stupid they are, the soldiers can see what Wittig is fighting for now.

But, at this point, it's really enough.

"Please rest well, Mr. Wittig!"

However, the cry of the Gothic warriors was futile after all.

He didn't seem to have heard the shouts of the Gothic warriors, but gradually exerted his strength.

He successfully supported his body with his trembling hands, and then exerted strength with his legs.

Because the blade was broken, Wittig, who lost his support for a while, could only bend over.

"I can still fight."

He just whispered.

"I'm not down yet."

"..."

At this moment, Irmin, who had been silent all this time, seemed to have discovered something.

Then, he shook his head.

His personality was originally a little introverted, even though he was greatly shocked in his heart, he couldn't say anything.

So, he just gently rubbed the corners of his eyes and wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"He can't hear it."

Finally, Ilmin whispered.

"Now, Mr. Executive Officer can't listen to other words. It's hard to say whether he is conscious or not."

"..."

At this moment, after hearing Ilmin's words, Walter subconsciously turned his attention to his friend.

He wanted to say something, but found that nothing came out.

"Then, we have already lost." Walter said.

He shouted so loudly, whether it was the King of Hunland or the Valkyrie, he shouted:

"We have lost! We have lost! The duel is over!"

The Gothic fighters all conceded defeat at this moment, and they hoped that this so-called duel would end as soon as possible.

However, Etzel ignored the pleading cries of those soldiers.

Although Valkyrie Helvetia was a little moved and even impatient, she finally shifted her gaze to Etzel.

Legend has it that the Valkyries are the messengers of the gods.

However, the so-called messenger is just an errand after all, and it is absolutely impossible to violate the will of the gods.

Of course, to a certain extent, they even have to accommodate the figures that the gods value.

Not to mention, Etzel himself was the child of the King of Gods.

Once, the respected Valkyrie Brunhilde was not only deprived of the Valkyrie's wings and identity, but was also ordered to sleep because of a mistake in a choice.

With such a 'lesson from the past', Helvey certainly did not dare to make her own claims.

No matter how impatient she was, she still had to care about Etzel's performance.

However, facing Helvey's eyes, Etzel didn't care at all.

He just stared at the soldier who stood slowly but had to bend down because of exhaustion and pain.

"If you lie down now, you may still have a chance to hold your sword after a period of cultivation."

Looking at Wittig's miserable appearance, Etzel said.

He seemed to be persuading and admonishing, but the calm tone was actually describing certain facts.

"The berserk magic has deeply hurt your body. If you continue to fight, even if you don't die, you may become a cripple. Do you really have the heart to stop here?"

However, facing Etzel's words, Wittig still turned a blind eye.

"I can still fight, I'm not down yet."

He was still talking to himself.

For him now, these words seemed to be a curse, supporting his body and will.

After realizing this, Etzel couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.

Then, he let out a long sigh.

"Well, if that's what you expected..."

'boom'

In an instant, under the exclamation of the Gothic soldiers, the King of Hunlan flew directly to him.

"do not want!"

"Mr Wittig!"

Just when Etzel had already clenched his fist, as if about to deliver the final fatal blow, the elf warrior finally raised his head.

The fierce face of the Hungarian warrior could not help but be reflected in those lax eyes.

'boom'

The fist was smashed high, and at that moment, the Valkyrie and the soldiers seemed to hear the sound of bones breaking.

However, when the smoke and dust dissipated completely, what they saw left them stunned.

The trembling warrior Wittig was hit hard on the ground, his chest was punched until it collapsed, and his arms were also twisted.

But at the same time, a dagger fell from his twisted hand.

That is a sharp blade.

A dagger for self-defense.

On the neck of the King of Hunlan, there was a hideous and terrifying wound, which almost cut off his head.

"Cough cough cough..."

All of a sudden, Etzel coughed like this, he covered the huge wound on his neck, and then began to breathe deeply.

"Nice job, Wittig."

'puff'

The Hungarian King just fell backwards.

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The first update, the second update is being written, later, probably in the evening.

busy recently.

By the way, Zeta is also over_(:з」∠)_

Although the ending is actually a bit fast, I feel that the emotional progress is too fast, and it may be more comfortable to divide it into two episodes.

However, Zeta is still a good work.

Chapter 89: The Unexpected Winner

Immediately, both soldiers fell to the ground.

One side was extremely miserable, not only the chest was crushed and collapsed, even the arms were twisted and broken under the previous impact.

The other side though looks generally better.

The limbs were intact, and the body was not short of weight, but the leather armor on the body was smashed and damaged, and it looked a bit messy.

However, there was a huge wound on his neck, which in normal circumstances would be absolutely fatal.

Even, as far as the current situation is concerned, it was this blow that forced the King of Hunland, who was still at ease, to fall.

Blood sprayed, which made his originally preserved physical strength quickly drain.