"Little Mouse, I Want You to !! Dead"

The Silver Armor Demon was furious that he had cut off an arm because of his carelessness.

Looking at the food in front of him, which could reach his chest, the demon decided to hammer him to death with his intact left arm.

The tall guy in front of him, missing an arm, had become extremely angry. The sin fire on his right hand became scorching, and Qin Keyan felt that his strength had become stronger.

The angry slash in his hand became tighter and tighter, and he was not excited because he had cut off one of the other party's arms, because Qin Keyan understood that his situation was much worse than that of the other party.

Demons who have reached this level from endless slaughter, pain, have always been just the best additives to increase their combat power. And all he can rely on is the sin fire and the knife in his hand.

"Little mouse! Can it be stopped? ”

The demon blasted at Qin Keyan's head with its intact left arm, a mocking smile on its face.

"Hold on, wait for me to cut off your head!"

His left arm was raised in front of him, frightened, but he forced himself to stare at the fist that the demon was striking at him.

He put his legs on his feet and dug his feet into the not-so-hard dirt beneath his feet.

It was as if it had been hit by a truck, and in an instant, the bone in his left forearm was shattered into three pieces. The body drew a distance of half a meter backwards, and the feet that had sunk into the dirt plowed deep ravines.

"Blocked !!"

Channeling his own pain into this roar, all his anger into the knife in his hand.

The legs, which had already been injured, let out a final scream because of the force of the opponent's attack, and the lower leg was broken.

And these huge pains are only exchanged for a scar on the other party's body.

The left arm that acts as a shield can even see the stubble of Bai Sensen protruding from the flesh. The ribs on the chest, when they collided with the left arm, were also broken several times.

Because of these injuries, Qin Keyan's actions became more difficult. If it weren't for the unidentified mark condensed by the heart before, it strengthened the physique.

There is also the power of the Gluttonous Fire that consumes part of the opponent's attack, as well as the physical strength it transforms!

There was even the fire of greed in the knife just now, and the blood of the other party that he had absorbed for himself had slightly alleviated the pain on his body for Qin Keyan.

"Go on! Muddy balls! ”

Roaring! Qin Keyan once again blocked his left arm in front of him, staring at the demon fiercely. Although in the eyes of the devil, Qin Keyan's performance was very ridiculous.

"Then go on, little mouse."

A bloodthirsty smile hung on the ugly face, and the same punch as before was blasted out again. Not surprisingly, Qin Keyan once again plowed out a deep scar.

Similar things began to appear one after another, but the original consciously looking for weak points in the defense was now just a mechanical swing of the knife.

Leaning against the hard wall, which was protected by a magical enchantment, his brain fell into chaos, if it wasn't for the instinctive use of flames to protect and strengthen himself, then Qin Keyan would not have been fractured now.

It's that he lacks arms and legs, and he may even be turned into a pile of unsightly mosaics by the other party.

"Die, die............ Die! ”

And now that things have developed, it is impossible to back down. In other words, Qin Keyan's mind was left with the idea of defense and wielding a knife. And the other? It has long been forgotten.

In the mechanical swing of the knife, Qin Keyan's swing speed became faster and faster, until the angry slash in his hand turned into a red shadow in the sky, like a mad demon.

That red! It's a knife! It's fire! Similarly, it was also the blood that Qin Keyan forcibly squeezed his body.

No way, in the current situation? If you don't go crazy, you won't even have the slightest chance of living.

[Do you want to give up?] ］

Countless useless struggles gave Qin Keyan a hint of giving up. Is it better to give up resistance and die happily like this?

[Unwilling!] Just give up struggling like that! How can you be willing to be killed simply like that!! ］

The blood of humans and demons mingled in the air, and the sound of gold and iron colliding between swords and armor was like a symphony of heartstrings.

And the performer of this music is overdrawing his body and using his life to compose this unwilling war song!!

Bean-sized beads of sweat mixed with blood oozing from pores dripped down Qin Keyan's face into the dirt beneath his feet.

The blood and sweat gathered into a small pond under his feet, and Qin Keyan's body, which had been replenished, became even more dry at this time.

His legs trembled, and his knees bent back in a terrifying arc. The left arm has turned into a wave, and it is necessary to endure the pain to complete that high-intensity attack?

No, this is the last trace of this body, and the purest will, that drives this body? No, it would be more accurate to call it a corpse.

Every swing of the knife made the corpse more broken, and at the same time, his will was more pure.

There is no stopping, because Qin Keyan knows everything, he only knows that he can't stop, and once he stops, then all that awaits him is death.

I don't know how much time has passed, when the knife in his hand can't cut anything, Qin Keyan's body fell forward.

The silver-armored demon who was originally standing in front of him turned into stumps all over the ground, and when he fell to the ground, Qin Keyan's breathing, which was no longer human, gradually weakened.

Twisted legs, left arm that almost became bolognese, and a badly collapsed chest. Every inch of muscle is like torn and shredded flesh, and only the right arm is maintained, and even becomes stronger.

And all of this was exchanged for the record of fighting the demons head-on, and Qin Keyan's will to become as bright as a diamond.

[Dead?] Can't go on anymore? ］

For some reason, such a thought appeared in Qin Keyan's mind, but he soon didn't understand why he thought so.

And the reason? It's because Qin Keyan's life is like a wisp of smoke after the broken candle is extinguished, all he can do is take another look at this strange world.

And the other? It is difficult to think with a single wisp of will.

In the middle of the hall, dried corpses lying in pools of blood. On the shriveled skull, in the deeply sunken eye frame, a pair of shriveled but still shining pupils are gradually becoming dim.

There is only a trace of will left, and I don't know who I am, only a faint unwillingness. However, the remnant will is not well understood.

Soon all that remained in the ruined hall was a twisted and grotesque corpse, along with a scorching blade. Other than that, there is not a trace of life.