Switching Perspectives: Headless Horsemann. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

On October 1, outside Washington.

How amazing is that the human beings in front of me can actually use this kind of move, in a way, it is the same as turning into a necromancy; it feels like even if it falls into the palm of death, I have to resist him, even if it is at the cost of my life, and the result is not all death? Should it be said that it is better to fight if both horizontal and vertical are dead, or is it to maintain their glory, even if it is to die, I have to stand and die? Whatever it is, this kind of consciousness is not something that ordinary people can have, as a knight, I should be able to understand what he feels in his heart, if I have been reduced to a dead soul, I can be regarded as a knight.

Racism? Although I myself am a necromancy, I can't accept myself in terms of aesthetics, can I? Some human beings can't accept their ugliness, some human beings can't accept their ignorance, some people can't accept their disabilities or mistakes, and it seems that there are not a few people who have committed suicide for this; I know this, after all, thousands of years ago, I was a human being!

Laughing? If you weren't in that position, you couldn't understand their feelings, and no one had any reason to laugh at the dead, the imperfect, especially since I became a necromancy. I hate myself as a necromancer, I hate this rotting body without a head, I hate a world where I never see the sun, even if, perhaps, the moment I see the sun is when I die as a necromancer, and the legend that the sun can destroy the necromancy, who wants to verify the truth or falsehood? I hate seeing ugly necromancers every day, even if I am one of them. How much I want to die and never wake up, but even death is not peaceful, and how can I give up the strong belief in living in my life? To live so painfully, even though I am already dead, or should I really sleep forever? This kind of awakening is not what I want!

Although, I'm dead, but I still have to live strongly, necromancy, it's really a contradictory existence......

If I can be knighted in this lowly necromantic body, if this filthy soul is worthy of the glory of that holy knight, then, let me say, I should be able to understand his inner feelings, if I have the same knight's heart as him. The spear with the tip shattered, the darkness and necromantic energy escaping everywhere, I could feel how strong his will was in this powerful force, it was a gorgeous epic he wrote with his life.

Then, in order to meet his will, I should also use all my strength.

(The total power does not include abnormal means such as overdrawing the soul - the so-called all refers to all under normal circumstances, but there are generally some abnormal means to reach this level of cultivation, such as the overdraft of the pupil power of the pupil technique, the blood sacrifice of the blood clan and other forbidden techniques.) You can't say that you can't lose your life for no reason for the sake of respect for your opponent, right?)

Little by little, the gradually crumbling spear shows the gap between me and him, at this moment he has the power beyond his own limit, and my upper limit, at the moment of becoming a necromancy, has long been fixed, can only be consolidated by the continuous accumulation of energy, and can not hide any potential, in other words, there is almost no room for growth, is it to sacrifice the future in exchange for the powerful power at this moment? However, where is the future of the necromancy? I can't choose, if I can't choose, maybe it will be the same as now. The body retreated violently, avoiding his edge, and the violent power dispelled the dead qi, and even invaded my body a little, and even the violent that the body of the necromancer could not bear, I don't know what kind of pain the person was enduring it.

Seeing this, the other headless horseman didn't dare to fight with that man easily, and he couldn't intervene, it seemed that the man recognized my attack, yes, the headless horseman was intact, did he still want to break them one by one, so as to avoid encountering a wheel battle himself? This should be the correct strategy, in the case of the huge gap between the two sides, it also seems so weak, the battlefield set off an invisible tragedy, his figure in my opinion is also a little tragic, but from another point of view, that may also be his only strategy, in this level of battle, it is difficult for cleverness to play a role, strength, strength is the foundation of everything.

The black flames expanded from the spear to envelop my whole body, and the huge spiritual power output made my necromantic body shake a little, pulling out a bone and merging it into the broken spear, barely repairing even if it couldn't compete with the man's spear, but also pay attention to supporting a battle I wanted. The knight, not once he falls into the downwind, he can only be defeated, even if he is injured, he must be as brave as ever, the spear pierced, and the black flame left an astonishing flame trail in the air, just like the man's white flame of light, and finally stood at the same height, although as expected, my slightly slower speed of this blow missed again, and missing does not mean that there is no effect, my counterattack is still unfolding invisibly, and the man's attack has a slight pause because of this.

His nimble figure disappeared again, it should be said that he was in great trouble without the restriction of the war horse, he did not use the powerful but sluggish spear, and waved his free hand, mobilizing his own energy for energy crushing, although the headless horseman is not good at this, and my energy should be weaker, but this many-to-one battlefield is a very basic and practical tactic. Three black fireballs erupted from the dark warhorse without warning, and the man's body only appeared with white wings again, and suddenly accelerated to dodge my attack and fly towards the seriously injured headless horseman, I could have expected it, I could have stopped it, but the headless horseman at this time consumed a lot, even if he regained his combat power, I am afraid it would not be much, it is better to let him return to the world of the necromancer first, and it can bring me closer to the battle with that person.

The Headless Horseman, who was still intact, failed to come to the rescue in time, and as I expected, the Headless Horsemann disappeared into the black mist in time and returned to the world of death. Is it my turn then? This short time allowed me to repair the damage of the spear a little, though perhaps not very useful in this battle. Gripping my spear and kicking the horse's belly, my figure flew forward like a meteor, speed and power to the extreme, and the black flames left a shocking trail as I thought of the terrible furnace propulsion. That person's spiritual power is still abundant, but that power no longer belongs to him, and the violent aura envelops the four domains, like a black hole in space, mercilessly devouring everything around him, am I about to rush to such a terrifying existence?

Without a warhorse, although his body was nimble, there was no way to fully exert the attack power of the spear, and although my spear had great power, although it was difficult to hit him flexibly, the huge force attached to it made me a danger myself, and even the most ordinary collision could be fatal to that man. Of course he understands this, so he won't go head-to-head with me, though he wouldn't have to, if he was faster and more nimble than me. While attacking with his knight and necromantic powers, he was also fighting back with a power that was not his own, and several tentacles of berserk energy unleashed a dense lash, each blow was enough to shake my spear, but not enough to inflict substantial damage on me, although it was very bad for me to be so passive.

The spear flicked lightly, holding the spear almost at the very end, turning the spear with centrifugal force, all the power was concentrated on the tip of the spear, forming a special sharpness, and even the tentacles of the violent energy were cut off root by root. My attack was like a storm, and the man was indeed a ship in a storm, crumbling but never sinking. His body was wounded by his tentacles again, although the sweep of the spear was blocked by me, the huge force through the spear shook my body, and his body became more and more shaky, and the violent power was still devouring my energy, and I couldn't hold it for long, it consumed me more than I expected. After becoming a necromancy, I have no experience in fighting with humans, not to mention that there were no humans of this level in my time, and I don't know what they are capable of, maybe to some extent I should thank the necromancer for giving me the opportunity to come from the necromancy to the human world.

The headless horseman whose strength has been preserved has finally participated in the battle, is it to see that there is finally no danger so he came to snatch the battle merits? I don't care about the battle merits, although I don't want him to participate, but it's hard to say anything. To my surprise, his sudden entry into the battle seemed to be exactly what the man was hoping for, and when he was about to win, would it be the most intentional time? The white war horse reappeared, but the blow that consumed all the energy of the white war horse made me feel palpitations, the white energy storm spread around, and the furious aura of the family here tore everything around it, although the attack containing two powers was not enough to kill the headless horseman, but the headless horseman also lost the ability to continue fighting, and disappeared in the black mist.

I saw it, I saw the miserable situation he just had, if I am afraid it will be even more unbearable, whether it is distance or state, my situation is not as good as his. But the man didn't do it, was it his strategy, or did he see what I was thinking? Maybe it's both, and after becoming a necromancy, he feels like his IQ has dropped a lot, and if I can think of it, he should be able to think of it too, not to mention that he is a human being who lived thousands of years after my time, and I believe that he should not lose to the people of my time, and if I can know his inner feelings by the heart of a knight, he will definitely be able to guess what I am thinking, when I take off a bone of his own and repair the spear.

I feel even more sad, this unequal battle is not what I want, although I don't have so many options, war is never equal, and in the end, can't he be able to deal with me with all his might?

"Human, can you tell me your name?"

"Lance. ”

"Lance, Lance...... If you don't die, I'll come back again and seek a battle between knights. ”

Lance: "Until then, let's end this fight." ”

This will be the last round, and he doesn't have much strength to continue fighting with such a powerful blow in this state, and I have no intention of continuing to fight, so send him on his way in a knight's way, and then, no matter what the outcome, I will return to the Necronomion World and end my fight. The front hooves of the dark war horse were raised, and then they fell heavily, the front hooves exerted the entire body like an arrow off the string, collecting excess energy, and the broken spear also became a blunt weapon-like existence, just the high-speed impact was enough to kill, behind the man, there were also these four pairs of white divine wings, all the light and fury were concentrated in that spear, and then, drawing a perfect arc in the air.

I didn't expect him to throw the spear, and of course he didn't dodge, or I could have left the spear on my torso as a keepsake, and I lost. Very unwilling, very helpless, unwilling to be helpless is not their own defeat, but the inability to use all our respective strength to carry out a battle between knights. I know that he may not be able to survive anymore, and that the destruction of his body by the power beyond himself may be greater than I imagined, but it is all over, I have finished my battle, and he has completed his mission. My body is gradually shrouded in black mist, and I am also going back to the world of death, with his last relic, the sacred spear, although because he doesn't have much spiritual power left, this spear can't even seriously injure me.

O resentful spirit that exists in my necromantic body, whether you are a revenant soul from Kazukata, if you who share a body with me can feel my feelings, if you can feel the instinct of leaping in your body, if you are also looking forward to a thrill, please bless him, although the blessing of the necromancy may sound so ironic, but I look forward to the day when I return to the world and be able to have a knightly battle with him.

……

And in the real world, Lance has indeed run out of oil, and the self-explosion of the Divine Pegasus is completely fatal to him who is seriously lacking in spiritual power, and the spiritual power forcibly obtained through the furnace continues to destroy his body, and the furnace can no longer be stopped, although even if he stops the furnace, he can't save him from being completely destroyed. Perhaps, there is a powerful arcane or magic in the Heavenly Guild that can save him, but far water can't save near fire. But in the end, he completed his mission, so, in the last one, he left this world with a smile.

If he could, he also hoped for a battle between knights, but ah, if there was an afterlife, it would be realized, and the other colonel-level powerhouses on the same battlefield, even if they saw the situation on his side, were in their own predicament, and they had no spare strength to come here to support. And the colonels who have lived to this age, who have reached this level, have encountered few partings of life and death? The best tribute is not to disappoint him, to continue to carry out the original plan, and to pour some good wine at his grave after the triumph.

(Some readers may not be able to understand the feelings of the Headless Horsemann written at the beginning of this chapter, but the Souls believe that there are things that transcend race, and even the Necrons have their own feelings.) Racism isn't right, uh, and of course as the article says, it's still very difficult to accept necromancy or something as far as my aesthetics are concerned.

In addition, these two chapters did not write the characteristics of the furnace, did they write about the knight's battle, or a small disappointment, maybe it still maintains the current level of the students' battles, and then slowly improves the level, until the students have reached the 3000+ level of battles, and the headless horseman written at that time may feel several times stronger than the current one, and the arcanist side is also. ）