Chapter 301: Death Fight in a Dream

Chapter 302 Death Fight in Dreams

"So people say."

"Call me a blasphemous beast."

"Call me a taster."

"Haha...hahahaha!"

"Come on, Fujimaru!"

"Then I will take the first step, Fujimaru, and take care of His Majesty!"

"Is this the end... We must protect this world, brave man."

"Woah! You are not allowed to hurt the master!"

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts...but you are still not allowed to move forward. The little piggy belongs only to me!"

Boudica, Jing Ke, Stheno, Tamamo Cat, Elizabeth...

"Everyone!" He sat up in shock while dying of illness, and all the bones in his body creaked in protest, but the black-haired young man looked around as if he was unaware.

It was a dilapidated house, with broken walls and cracked ceilings highlighting the embarrassment of the situation.

At this time, Fujimaru was sitting on a small bed made of hay. Not far away from him, a figure was also lying on the straw mat. The crimson dress almost burned his eyes.

"Nero...Your Majesty?!"

"It seems that because I have regained my original posture, I no longer need to use His Majesty's body."

A suppressed and tired voice came from outside the door. Fujimaru turned his head to look. Weber, who was leaning against the door, put out his cigarette. Beside him, the armor on his left was broken, but the swordsman still guarding the door with a proud attitude turned his head slightly. He cast a concerned glance.

"I thought I was dead..." When it came to the bracelet, the doctor sighed with relief, "The awakened Beast is right next to you. I'm surprised that even you can survive."

"This is not our credit, Lord Roman." Weber shook his head, as if he wanted to say something, but he just sighed quietly and remained silent.

But Fujimaru has completely recalled the tragic process before his fragment was broken.

After Sakusuki died, Draco appeared, and Fujimaru and the others, who were not strong enough, could only retreat in embarrassment. Facing the former's cat-and-mouse attacks, they had to sacrifice their partners one after another in exchange for a moment of respite to quench their thirst. However, in After Elizabeth was eliminated, the aftermath of Draco's attack still had an impact on Fujimaru, causing him to fall into a coma despite his ordinary physique.

In the end, it was Weber, or Zhuge Kongming, who took the initiative to come online, and with the help of the remaining divinity after Stheno's sacrifice, he connected with the world and the gossip, and teleported them thousands of miles away. Only then were they freed from Draco's death game.

"Everyone, it's all because of me..."

"It's okay, Fujimaru, as servants, we will always encounter this kind of situation - the moment when we risk our lives to protect the Master." Zhuge Kongming smiled and comforted the depressed Master.

"And that moment was all we had."

Fujimaru was lost in thought, but Saber interrupted their conversation with a puzzling tone.

"Enough talking, Draco will soon find and eliminate the bait created by Mr. Kong Ming. Before discussing a solution, we should move our position." Heidi endured the cold feeling in his gut and frowned dissatisfied, "That Isn’t Hun Jun, who only knows how to sleep, awake yet?”

"Well, I seem to hear someone slandering Yu! It's too much to say that Yu is a fool or something, General Saber!" At some point, Nero had woken up, straightened up and protested, "Besides, what's going on now? Sleeping. My butt hurts in a place like this! Shouldn’t we be in Gaul?”

Hearing this, Weber was surprised: "Your Majesty Nero, do you still remember what happened before?"

"Of course, wasn't it Governor Shuo Yue who helped us expel the enemies of the United Roman Empire? Of course I remember it!"

Facing Nero, who had his hands on his hips and was already looking for the governor he longed for, Weber and Fujimaru looked at each other with helpless eyes, while Heidei crossed his shoulders with his hands and sneered disdainfully, the expression under his mask was full of ridicule.

A weak and self-deceiving woman...

"Ahem, let's talk about the details on the road. Anyway, let's get moving first, everyone." Weber coughed lightly and urged everyone to start, "We must rush back to the capital, Rome, as soon as possible."

While talking, Weber couldn't help but touch a tips bag hidden in his pocket.

[If something happens to me, I will return to the capital immediately and open this bag of tips. This may be the last chance to make a comeback]

As the originator of the word "tricks of tricks," Weber never imagined that one day he would experience the bad taste of other Riddlers.

"Don't betray my trust, Shuo Yue..." Feeling the approaching pressure, a drop of cold sweat flowed from Weber's temples, and he quickly fled into the distance with everyone else.

There are less than ten kilometers left from the capital.

Can they reach their goal?

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"Take the move!"

From the front of the vermilion spear, everything was torn apart cleanly, like a zipper being opened. Even the storm and dust swept up were clearly visible under this spear.

That is by no means a simple spear skill, but a technique honed by superb skills combined with eyes that can see through all dead ends.

Whenever there is a mountain, there is no water, no matter what is in front, it will be cut off neatly by this gun.

However, no matter how powerful the trick is, it will be in vain if it cannot reach the enemy.

"inability!"

The old man in the mountain shouted angrily.

The spear he handed out not only failed to catch up with the target, but was caught in the gap. A sword burning with ghost fire crashed into the arms of the gunman, turned the sword body, forced the arm that grabbed it away, and then swung it from bottom to top, bringing up blood plasma and a head that could not hide its astonishment.

The thirty-fifth death.

When the phantom returned from death again, Shuoyue knelt on one knee involuntarily, panting.

The strong death energy contained in the old sword of the mountain elder was transmitted to reality through the dream, and Shuoyue's injuries in reality were actually fed back to the dream, which in turn affected Shuoyue's state.

He was so weak in the illusion, so Shuoyue's injuries in reality can be imagined. I'm afraid he is on the verge of death.

I'm afraid tomorrow's news report will be about the mysterious murder in the hotel's secret room?

Breathing hard, the festering lungs felt a sharp pain. Shuoyue tried his best to drive his limbs to roll. The greatsword fell, and the evil wind blew him away and fell into the grass on the side of the road.

Slowly retracting the greatsword, the assassin, who hid his true face under the skull mask, took a step and walked towards the grass step by step.

One step, two steps, three steps...

The grass was broken first, and in the blooming gun light, Shuoyue's figure suddenly appeared in the dark night, with a pair of golden eyes burning with unyielding light, and once again charged at the champion hero.

Stupid...

Faced with an extremely amazing attack, the old man just frowned, and saw him slightly sideways, picking up the long sword, and the violent gun force was like a deflated ball, the momentum fell again and again, no longer the initial grandeur, and was easily avoided.

Looking at the young man who barely suppressed his weakness but couldn't even activate the Mystic Eyes of Death, the old man couldn't suppress his disappointment.

Even at his peak, he couldn't be his opponent, not to mention that he had been killed more than 30 times now.

Why didn't he understand this truth!

As the originator of assassins, what he wanted to see was not a warrior who would fight to the death and fight again and again, but an assassin who knew how to advance and retreat, and look for the opportunity to make the final fatal blow!

Just like his fighting style, either cleanly and neatly, killing the enemy with one knife, or looking for opportunities in the battle, whether it was parrying or fighting and retreating, it was all disguise. As long as he found a flaw and delivered a fatal blow like a venomous snake, it would be enough to establish the victory!

Instead of this, blindly pursuing the dead line attack, the posture was not organized!

It is the people who control the Mystic Eyes, not the Mystic Eyes controlling the people. Don't they even understand this truth!

The evil wind blew in his face, and Shuoyue fell back dangerously. The old sword brought blood beads. Then Shan Zhiweng kicked out and broke Shuoyue's defensive posture. The anger in his eyes became deeper.

If he was dull, it could be forgiven.

If he just didn't find the rules, there would still be room for growth.

But the young man in front of him was not like that. Although he was better at magic than fighting, his comprehension was unique in the life of the old man in the mountain. Before the three deaths, Shuoyue had completely accepted Shan Zhiweng's fighting method, which could avoid injuries to the vital parts to the greatest extent. He has persisted until now, but his body has not been destroyed.

He was just stubborn and still held on to his ridiculous arrogance and refused to change!

The fire in the depths of his eye sockets was bright, and the old man in the mountain said nothing, just drew his sword and swung it down!

If you still don't want to change, then die completely in this trial!

In front of him, the young man didn't even have time to speak, but he still moved his facial muscles and raised the corners of his mouth.

Then please watch carefully, old man.

This is my way of fighting!