In the darkness of the fading shouts of battle, the old soul seemed disappointed, and he turned his back to Dalyan. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Dalyan was silent, and after a few seconds, he looked up,

"No, I'm not a child, although I'm a reserve paladin, I can't inherit this path, but I'm not a child!

"Oh, that sounds like a good idea, so... Prove it to me!"

"How do you prove it?"

"Kill the child in your heart and let the real warrior appear!"

There was silence all around, Dalyan looked at the soul that dissipated in front of his eyes, looking at a dead space, he pursed his lips, he knew what this sentence meant, he gritted his teeth, remembering every time he was scolded by his father, every scene when he was ridiculed by his brother, remembering his father's face that was several years old after his failure, recalling his wild heartbeat when he saw Dick kill abomination with a sword just now, and recalling his persistence in standing in front of Erigor.

He raised the long sword in his hand, slung it across his neck, and the next moment, the blade was added.

The sonorous figure echoed in Dalyan's ears, and the king, who had the heavy sword on his back, appeared beside him again, patted him on the shoulder, and laughed heartily in a bold voice.

"Hahahaha, a real warrior should go to the Quartet, a real warrior will only live in war, blood is our medal, death is our war song, everywhere we go, there can only be one voice! That is the sound of the sword, that is the sound of thunder, that is... The voice of the warrior!"

"Go, remember this wrath, it will be the source of your strength!"

"Go, remember this death, it will be your precursor to destruction!"

"Go, kill everything that stands in your way! Break everything! Suppress everything! Destroy everything!"

"Scamdo... Show its edge and make the whole world tremble again!"

"Buzz!"

Dalyan opened his eyes, and the Scamdo in his hand, which was constantly changing in the blood-colored light, buzzed at this moment. It was Dalyan's blood dripping from the greatsword, but now, they were burning like flames!

Skamdor, which was originally blue-red and resembled an ancient sword, had turned completely blood-red, and the hilt had lengthened by a third to form a small tomahawk-shaped blade at the end.

Where the hilt of the sword was connected to the blade, a blood-red hideous skeleton appeared, and then spread into four prominent back-bladed blades, and the blade became slender, and at the blade, it was connected into an arc, like a battle axe that was placed diagonally, and another blood-red skeleton was formed below.

Blood-red light surged across the sword's body, like a crimson flame burning.

This sword has no superfluous decoration, simple and with crazy killing intent, the artifact recognizes the master, and the faint holy light in Dalyan's body At this moment, Scamdo, who was infused with Dalyan's will, was domineeringly expelled from the body, and at this moment, this artifact finally highlighted another form that was most suitable for Dalyan: the Blade of Wrath.

The most lethal and breakthrough form in front of you!

The reserve paladin who held this sword also embarked on a different path from his original fate at this moment.

Dalyan braced himself with his sword, gasping for air, reaching out and ripping off his shattered armor and throwing it on the ground, then clenched the blood-red blade of rage with both hands and charged at the abomination.

He was furious.

He's crazy.

He was shirtless, blood running down his emaciated body.

But he doesn't want to stop, he doesn't want to stop, he wants to crush his fate!

Staggered, but the speed grew faster and faster, until finally, Dalyan used all his strength to leap to his feet, and in Errigor's surprised gaze, a round of blood-red moonlight streaked across the abomination's huge body.

The next moment, behind Dalyan, who had already landed on the ground and supported his body with a giant sword, against the background of Stratholme, who was burning with blood and fire, before that terrible sword light dissipated, the huge head of hatred rose into the sky.

This... This was the beginning of Dalyan's path to rebirth.

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"Bang!"

Dick flew in the direction of Ramsden, in the air, unable to borrow any strength, and could only watch as the huge bone axe slashed down at his body.

In this case, Dick could no longer conserve his strength, the holy energy of his whole body gathered on his body, and the golden shield that had blocked Malganis's blow before reappeared, and the black bone axe stayed on the surface of Dick's body, and could no longer be saved.

And this huge concussion also made Dick seize the opportunity, he held the holy hammer in his hand with both hands, and with a swing to the right, the tangled and strong chain was swung open, losing the only point of focus, and Dick's body fell to the ground with a bang.

He panted and held the Holy Hammer, just now, he had emptied all the Holy Energy recovered in his body, Dick could feel a sense of weakness coming from inside his body, this state, facing the ferocious Ramsden on the opposite side, let alone fighting, it was very good to be able to defend it.

"Holy water! I still have holy water!"

Dick looked at Ramsden who opened his mouth and smiled at him, this monster like a mountain of meat put a lot of pressure on him, except for Kel'thugad and Malganis, this guy was definitely the strongest enemy Dick had ever seen!

He pulled out a bottle of holy water that emitted a little bit of light from his storage backpack, this liquid containing diluted holy light energy had become his only decisive point at the moment, but when he touched the holy water, Dick's hand touched something else, and his face changed.

"In the game, you only need to splash holy water on the monster to bring a considerable corrosive effect!"

Dick twisted the bottle of holy water, but when he saw Ramsden's huge body, he hesitated again, facing this unimaginable monster with high energy, unless Dick could sprinkle holy water into his body, it would not be able to hurt its body at all.

When the volume reaches a certain level, the body becomes the best defense!

Seeing that Ramsden had already roared and rushed towards him, the ground shook, Dick seemed to be in front of a moving mountain, and the scythe and bone axe that emitted a deadly light in the hands of the high-ranking abomination had been swung, and no one had a reason to take this blow head-on, not even Dick, who was unwilling.

This guy's strength is too strong, even the 100-point strength threshold blessed by divine power is one-third weaker than its strength, and there is no way to fight head-on, so you can only use delaying tactics!

"Drop... Trigger the quest and cut off one of its arms!"

"Ramsden the Swallower is one of Rivendell's right-hand men, and it's an obstacle you can't overcome, kill it!"

There's no time to think about it!

To Dick's left, to Stantholm's Elders' Square and the Garden Fountain, a raging fire had already been burned, which must have been done by Alsace, and Dick knew that the fire would eventually spread to the whole of Stratholme, a medieval city that was difficult to ignite, but once it was ignited, it was definitely not so easy to extinguish.

He gritted his teeth and poured a whole bottle of holy water into his mouth neatly.

Bitter!

Dick felt his mouth go numb the moment the water was ingested, but it fell silent for a second as the icy liquid fell into his stomach, and then it burned like a flame.

Dick's Holy Energy was rapidly recovering! Although it didn't feel good, like a ball of burning carbon falling into his stomach, he quickly exploded all his combat power under both internal and external pressure.

"Bell!"

Dick swung the flame of justice and smashed the swept iron hook away, causing him to stumble with great force.

Can't resist!

So he jumped away from the right and stepped forward, the surface was surging with holy light energy, and the flame of justice like a golden torch roared and spun in a circle, smashing on Ramsden's left arm holding the scythe, but the place where the holy hammer struck, there was a sound like metal colliding.

Dick could barely hold the handle of the hammer with the force of the shock, and he fixed his eyes on the high-level abomination arm that was still wrapped around a circle of crudely made, but absolutely durable iron armor.

Damn it!

Dick, who leaned down, cursed angrily, and with a whistling, sharp hook swept over his head, and the deformed stump behind Ramsden moved backwards, and the hook that flew out struck Dick from behind.

But Dick ignored the attack, he quickly moved his body, approached Ramsden with an axe in three or two strokes, and rolled on the spot with his bent body, dodging the whistling hook at the same time, and quickly approached Ramsden's body.

"Bang!"

The war hammer in his left hand and the scythe on Ramsden's thick, suture-stitched right hand struck together, and the one-handed dancing war hammer could not resist the abomination force at all, and flew backwards when it was smashed, Ramsden turned his head, and the bone axe in his hand was about to be cut off, but in his eyes, one large and one small, he saw Dick lying on the ground in embarrassment, and the silver dwarven musket stretched out in his right hand.

"Timmy's toy gun!"

This weapon has rarely appeared after Dick gets the Flame of Justice, but for now, Dick, who lacks long-range attack means, can only use this gun to take risks.

This was the opportunity he had been waiting for, and the abomination of the empty door was wide open, and the gun was pointed straight at its face, and if Dick was lucky, two projectiles could have pierced Ramsden's brain.

Although it hates this undead construct creature, and it will not die immediately if its brain is broken, but without the wisdom to fight, it will become a beast that can only use brute force, and when the time comes, with the help of the terrain here, Dick has 7 points of certainty to kill it!

"Boom!"

In Ramsden's eyes, the musket emitted two fiery red rays, and the hot projectile was then pushed by the burst of gunpowder, and at a distance of less than 4 meters, at a speed that it could not react at all, it crashed into its stitched ugly face.

"Whew!!"

Ramsden roared in pain, his huge body retreated, and the undead who had no time to dodge were crushed to pieces, how could Dick let go of this good opportunity, he got up from the ground, stuffed the musket back into his backpack, held the war hammer in both hands, ran a few steps, and slammed it towards Ramsden's shaking, projectile-torn face.

Golden light and the power of order erupted from where the hammer came into contact, and each smash weakened Ramsden's roar a little, and it wasn't until this time that the holy energy stimulated by the holy water was completely squandered, and Dick shook his somewhat sore arm.

Ramsden's head had been smashed, and green blood and plague had escaped from its massive body, and Dick was relieved to see this.

This kind of injury, even if it's an abomination, can't survive, right?

He twisted his body and was about to clear the surrounding undead when he suddenly heard a slight sound behind him, and Dick's face changed greatly, but the next moment, the heavy and barbed chain was slammed into his sitting leg, and Dick didn't even have time to cry out in pain, his whole body was driven and smashed against the opposite wall.

Ramsden!

It's not dead!