Chapter 204 Cut Off Your Forelimbs

A shadow flew quickly, bringing out a cold light.

In the cold light, there seemed to be circular fluctuations, like ripples rippling in the air. It seemed that it was within reach, but it seemed to be absent.

I have no time to watch the string of phantoms I created. It's not that I don't want to, but I'm a little powerless. Maintaining the huge killing intent requires almost the same amount of physical energy on my part.

To be honest, at this moment, I feel that my physical strength is declining rapidly.

If Harold had invited me to form a team earlier, or if I had joined this team earlier, it might not be as difficult as it is now. After all, the previous monsters also caused a lot of physical exertion on me.

But the situation in front of me forced me to retreat.

Every powerful monster will have more or less vassals around it. Sometimes they will act as cannon fodder before the war, and sometimes they will act as obstacles blocking the way. In other words, once you choose to retreat, you will inevitably encounter this group of vassals. Intercepted and attacked from the front and back, it is easy for a collapse to occur.

Furthermore, the murderous intent pouring out of my body has taken over the dominance of my body at this moment. Even if I ignore my body, it will be driven by the murderous intent and launch a charge that is not afraid of death. This This forced feeling made me very unhappy, but at the same time, another surprising feeling arose in my heart.

This feeling is not bloodthirsty or killing, but an experience I have never had before. I cannot describe it in specific words, but can only use an abstract word to express it: pride.

Less than two meters away from the ghost-faced spider, I bent my legs, and a majestic force accumulated from my knees to my feet. In the blink of an eye, I felt as if my feet were like cannons with fuses lit. The majestic power was not released, and the next moment, the power of both feet suddenly exploded, and the whole person jumped more than three meters high out of the air, like an eagle, and rushed towards the ghost-faced spider.

When I was less than five meters away from the ghost-faced spider, I turned around and held the handle in both hands with the tip of the knife facing outward. I didn't want to kill it with one hit, but I wanted to at least create a hole the same length as the blade!

The body was descending rapidly, and the distance was already less than four meters. Not far behind me, I could already hear the charging shouts of Harold and others.

Three meters away, I saw the lingering fear and unreleased anger in the eyes of the ghost-faced spider. I grinned and smiled coldly: "If you are awesome, just jump up and bite me! You bite Me! You hit me! You hit me"

I don’t know if it understood what I said, or if it was furious because of my ridicule - one of its forelimbs suddenly raised high and whipped towards me like a whip.

Looking at the thick forelimbs that were whipped like whips, I was petrified at that moment. I only had one thought in my mind: Damn it, this is a big deal!

At that moment, he quickly adjusted his posture from piercing to chopping to resist the attack.

Although the ghost-faced spider's forelimbs are very powerful, my power should not be underestimated. After all, the gravitational potential energy, plus kinetic energy, plus murderous intent and a series of bonuses also allowed me to turn into a human in a very short period of time. A menacing human cannonball!

Coupled with the sharp Naotachi in my hand and the combat skills attached to it, I transformed from a human cannonball into a human armor-piercing cannonball!

Anyone who has played games knows that once the armor is broken, it is equivalent to being naked against a sharp blade. I will torture you as much as I want, and you can only stare at the butterfly and scream like a butterfly. , but there is no way to resist!

At this moment, I was holding the armor-piercing sword in my hand, and my body was like a human-shaped cannonball, running towards the ghost-faced spider that was so close at hand!

Watch me break your - ugh!

puff!

With a muffled sound, I was hit hard by the ghost-faced spider's forelimb. At the same time, all the strength and destructive power accumulated in my sword was released on that forelimb.

Then, my whole body turned into a human cannonball again, but this time it didn't fly downward, but flew back, once again drawing a shadow, and then smashed back to the place where I had jumped before.

I fell back to the ground hard, and I was smashed to pieces. This was not the most terrible thing. What scared me the most was the long leg inserted in my chest.

Could it be that the ghost-faced spider is right in front of me?

This conjecture scared me to pieces, and I stuck my head out tremblingly. Huh? That huge creature was still a few meters away from me. In other words, was it a broken leg?

Look at what's inserted into my chest. It's actually the long black thick leg hair on my feet!

"Uh" I groaned, using my gauntlet as a point, I mustered up all my strength to pull out the forelimbs inserted in my chest. Every time I pulled out a forelimb, there would be a spurt of blood, and at the same time, there would be a stream of pain. The pain was felt, but if you didn't pull it out, it would not only be an eyesore, but it would also prevent you from continuing to fight.

I gritted my teeth, endured the pain, and continued to push my feet away from my body inch by inch. Blood flowed out, and waves of pain came over me. It hurt so much that I almost shed tears. Fortunately, I was used to getting hurt. Taste, I can still survive this injury.

Several priest girls rushed over and wanted to help me, but I stopped them directly.

It's not that I don't need their help, but I really can't trust them. If something goes wrong during the pulling process, my wounds may be torn a lot.

After pulling out all the leg hair, I almost collapsed and fell to the ground. I forced myself to get up and gasped for breath. The priest girls had already begun to treat me.

The healing light is continuously delivered, assisting my wounds that have begun to heal to accelerate their healing.

Looking at the wound with new granulation sprouts, I suddenly had an idea: Could this abnormal healing power be related to the red crystal that Amon gave me to eat?

The previous battle with that Amon came to mind, and I remembered that after being repeatedly slashed by me, Amon's body would heal again in a very short period of time. Could it be that it gave the healing power it possessed to Me?

Gave me the identity of my enemy?

Why?

In his mind, he suddenly reflected the relief in the eyes of that Amon before he died.

Why?

Why is this?

I suddenly couldn't figure out the reason for all this, let alone the meaning of relief.

In the moment of chaos, my murderous intention surged again, blowing away the few priest girls around me who were treating me. Fortunately, the momentum was not strong, and they were not injured. But when they got up one by one, their eyes were filled with tears. With panic and fear.

I didn't turn around to apologize to them, as that would have been more troublesome, but I understood the look in their eyes, which was the fear of death!