There was a tearing pain in his right foot, and this new wound broke the delicate balance of will and pain, and after a brief tremor, his knee still fell to the ground weakly, and Ace Rose supported his body with the scimitar in his hand, panting constantly. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The wounds on its body were already countless, and the blood that flowed out of it stained almost the entire body red. However, I don't know if Acereth was lucky enough to avoid the fatal injury every time, or if the opponent deliberately teased him, all the wounds were abrasions, and there was no penetrating injury, which is why Aceles has been able to hold on until now.

It's just that this situation may not last long, the continuous loss of blood makes Aceles's body heavier and heavier, if he can't crack the secret of his opponent's moves, he will soon die slowly due to excessive blood loss like his subordinates.

Damn, how did you do it with such a short weapon? Acereth shouted in his heart, of course, such a question could not be answered. It wiped the sweat from its forehead with the back of its hand, and the sweat mixed with blood had a sticky touch, indicating that death was approaching.

"No, but you've lasted a lot longer than they did," Dillock said with a hint of admiration, but of course the emotion was only in his tone, not really from the heart.

At this moment, it may be considered a blessing for Assles to not understand human language, at least not because his opponent mentions his subordinates and makes waves in his heart.

"If Lord Kilgaru can help," the idea unconsciously came to mind, but it was quickly rejected by Aceles, and the idea of relying on the strength of others in the face of a strong enemy that was difficult to win was simply ridiculous.

Shaking his head self-deprecatingly, he roared to drive away the weakness in his heart, Ace Rose stood up with difficulty, the warriors of the Moonblade Clan were not afraid of death!

"Ha, can you still stand up, then let's appreciate your courage." Dilloc turned the dagger in his hand and smiled timidly.

Ace crossed his knives across his chest, his wounded arm trembling, causing a disturbing crash between the blades. The body is almost at its limit, so maybe the last round will be. At this moment, Kilgaru's voice sounded in its head, "What are you doing, Aceles, how can you defend against a long whip with such a posture?" ”

Ace Race furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, his opponent's weapon was obviously a dagger, but why did Lord Kilgaru say it was a long whip? Since it was said by the adult, it must not be as simple as accidentally reading it wrong, what is the reason...... Wait a minute! Aceles' eyes widened and he let out a low growl of realization.

Although such humans are rare, Acereth did hear his father mention that there is a special profession among humans that can cause others to hallucinate. Since the opponent is not wearing armor and the weapon used is a dagger suitable for sneak attacks, the brain thinks that the opponent's profession should be an assassin or a thief out of inertia from the beginning, but all this is a clever disguise for the opponent to fall into a trap, and the opponent's real profession is not an assassin or a thief, but an illusionist! The weapon used by the opponent is not a dagger but a long whip, which explains why all the wounds are bruises so far, because they are not caused by daggers at all!

What a stupidity! At first, he deliberately kept a distance because he didn't want to enter the opponent's attack range, but in fact, he fell into the opponent's hands, because the long whip is a medium-range weapon, and that distance is the best attack distance, but it is the close distance that makes the opponent's attack difficult. And the reason why your own attacks can be easily dodged by your opponent is because the opponent's real position is not there.

Once you know the secret, the seemingly unsolvable move finally ushered in a turnaround, as long as you are not deceived by the scene in front of you, and keep closing the distance. But if the opponent can deceive his vision, how can he confirm the distance between himself and the opponent if he can't use his vision?

Ace Ress took a deep breath and closed his eyes, when he was young, he had heard his father say that a goatman warrior who had cultivated his body and mind to the extreme could confirm the position of the opponent without relying on his eyes and physical perception, which was a high-level martial art called "Heart Eye".

"Have you given up yet? It's a pity, hehe," Dillock's laughter rang in his ears, but Acereth didn't pay attention, trying to feel everything around him, feeling the smell of blood and sweat mixed in the air, feeling the different shades of the oncoming breeze, and then, like an epiphany, Acereth flashed the figure of his opponent in his mind.

Although it was only a short moment, Acereth did activate the martial art "Heart Eye". Being able to successfully use this high-level martial art is not because Ace Ress has cultivated his body and mind to the extreme, but because he is on the verge of death, his huge will to survive has made the cells of his whole body have exerted extraordinarily, so at that moment its senses just reached the extreme, such a probability is like a meteor just smashing on the head, it can only be said to be complete luck.

Opening his eyes again, Aceles looked at an empty place to the left of Dyrook, the renewed flame of hope in his heart covering up the physical pain, and it launched the martial art "Savage Rush", desperately rushing in the direction that his heart had identified. With all his might, it was almost a life-burning sprint, which made the distance between the two close at an astonishing rate.

"Where are you going? Dazzled? ”

Although he still smiled, there was a hint of panic in Dirocle's tone, and he threw the dagger in his hand towards the center of Aceles' eyebrows.

Such a straight throwing attack can be easily dodged by removing the body from the sprinting track, or it can be blocked by simply swinging the blade in his hand, but Ace Race did not choose either of the two ways. Choosing to dodge means stopping the dash, and if the opponent takes the opportunity to move the position, he is not sure if he can launch the "Heart Eye" again, and choosing to block will make him miss the best time to attack, because if he sprints so quickly, he will already overrun if he takes back the blocking hand and then attacks. Of course, there is another more important reason, that is, if your deduction is correct and the opponent is really an illusionist, then the dagger thrown is just an illusion and will not cause damage to yourself.

So Acereth didn't pay attention to the flying dagger, no, it would be too easy to ignore it, when faced with sudden danger, the body reacts instinctively, just as when something flies into our eyes, we blink instinctively.

Therefore, the act of seeing the throwing knife flying towards him and forcing him to meet it requires super willpower that overrides the physical reflexes, and it is impossible for a first-class warrior who physically overcomes the fear of death without hard training.

And the reason why Ace Ress was able to do it at this moment was not because it had already reached that level, but because after successfully launching the unactivated martial art "Heart Eye" before, the senses of his whole body fell into exhaustion, which made his perception of death dull.

Of course, it is like hugging a lover to welcome the dagger, such an act is completely a gamble with life as a stake, but at this moment, Ace Race has no choice, rather than slowly dying due to excessive blood loss, it is better to let go and fight while he is still conscious!

The blood dripping from his body formed a tragic red line behind him, and the dagger struck Acelaceh's head before disappearing without causing any damage, and Acelaceth sprinted with all his strength to stop about a hundred meters behind Dylock, and the blood-soaked scimitar left two striking red trails in the air.

Dylock's feet were still standing in place, but they were limited to his body from the waist down, blood spreading out from the cross-section of his waist like a fountain, and the ground around him was instantly stained red. His upper body fell about five meters behind him, and the smile on his face was gone, replaced by shock and fear.

"Why, why can you see through, it's impossible, it's impossible!" His eyes widened, and he stared straight at the back of the monster in the distance, the veins on his face bulging with intense anger and unwillingness.

Of course, the monster couldn't answer him.

"No, no, it's not true, it's not true, I'm going to go, I'm going to listen more, more...... Screaming...... "The internal organs continued to flow out of the severed place, and at the same time emitted a foul stench, which was the breath of death. Although he wanted to say something, the red liquid that kept gushing out of his throat made it impossible for Dilok to make a sound. The smell of blood was once his favorite smell, it smelled like the perfume of noble ladies, but now the smell of blood around his nose was so pungent that he vomited. Screams and cries used to be his favorite sounds, sounding like court music, but now it was his own crying that lingered in his ears, which filled his heart with fear.

But soon, the kingdom of death will come, whether it is physical pain or inner fear; He would not feel the stench of the wound or the unconscious moaning from his mouth.

Dirook's eyeballs began to flutter violently, and the picture of the past flashed in his mind very quickly, it turned out that this was the so-called marquee.

Born into a martial arts village, his father was the strongest warrior in the village, and he was his father's sixth child. When he was young, he was not much different from his brothers, but as he grew older, the gap between them became bigger and bigger, and his brothers became stronger and stronger, but he was still thin, even his younger brother was more powerful than himself.

Soon, Dylock became the target of bullying by the children in the village, even his brother and sister took pleasure in humiliating him, and it was even more terrible that his father would condone such behavior. Only the gentle mother is his only support, but a serious illness took his mother's life.

As a result, Dylock's life became hopeless.

In this village, being weak means having nothing. Finally, Dylock, who couldn't stand the abuse, escaped from the place that he couldn't call home. Then he meets someone who changes his fate.

"Want to be strong? Then come with me. The man said softly.

"Yes!" Dielok nodded without hesitation.

Even after many years, he still remembered that time, the man's voice was as beautiful as a wind chime and his face was more beautiful than a woman.

Lacking a strong physique, not agile enough, and no talent for magic, Dylock, despite having the blood of a good warrior, has no talent.

So the man gave himself the illusion.

Illusionist is a class that uses illusions to confuse opponents, and the illusion itself does not have attack power, and the illusionist is a dispensable character in the team, so few people will learn the skills of this class.

However, perhaps it was fateful that a useless boy practiced a useless profession, but there was an amazing change. He disguised himself as an assassin by disguising his long whip as a dagger. Although as long as such skills are recognized, Di Lock, who lacks combat ability, is easy to defeat, but his illusion skills are very good, perhaps it is not an exaggeration to say that he is pure and passionate, he can perfectly deceive the five senses of his opponents, and even successfully defeated opponents who are better than himself in combat skills, so that they slowly die in fear and surprise. After that, the boy began to imitate the man's smile and began to inflict his pain on others, which made him feel extremely happy.

Gradually, the boy began to be known to people, and "Thousand Killings" Di Rock means a person who has killed a thousand people!

Why, exactly, the illusion camouflage that I have perfected over the years should have reached the point of being supernatural by this moment, and this secret should be impossible to discover, why is this!

No, I can't die yet, I haven't repaid the man's kindness, I haven't killed my father and brothers with my own hands, I haven't heard their screams of fear.

I can't die, I can't die!

I don't want to die yet!

However, these heartfelt cries were not heard by anyone, perhaps only the gods.

"A Thousand Kills" Di Rock swallowed his last breath, only tears still flowed from his eyes.