What is it like to be resurrected from death and transformed into a skeleton?

Lose the power to feel warmth.

Lose the right to taste delicious food.

Loss of the right to shed tears.

Lose the power of your heartbeat.

Lose... Almost everything that is good as a human being.

What awaits him seems to be nothing but killing.

Can you imagine how it feels?

Don Quixote touched his cheek, and there was no soft touch on his skin, only the sensation of touching his bones.

He burst out laughing, and as the golden petals fell on him, the terrifying laughter echoed through the garden. And Robert looked at Don Quixote's face, his pupils dilated to the maximum in an instant, and the surprise and fear in the depths of his eyes could not be concealed.

"How so? How would you? You are... Don Quixote? No way, you've already been killed by me! ”

In the face of Robert's incredulous roar and shout, Don Quixote smiled slightly: "My former friend, you should know me best." I ask you, do you know what I was thinking when you gave me the last sword? ”

Robert stared at the flickering soul fire in Don Quixote's eyes for such a long time, he said coldly: "I don't know what you're thinking, and I'm not interested in knowing what you think, I just know that I have to kill you." ”

Then he burst out laughing wildly, and laughed in an exaggerated tone, saying, "Look at you, look at you!" People are not ghosts, are you still the loyal and upright knight Don Quixote? No, you're not, you're fallen, you're an evil undead spirit, a demon who manipulates blood! ”

"Do you want to shake my heart with such words? Naive. ”

Don Quixote sneered, slowly raised the count's killing, and the crimson sword pointed directly at Robert's forehead, and said, "When your sword pierced my chest, I was thinking about a question: Why did I die? ”

Robert was stunned.

He's... How could he still have time to think about such a question when he was dying?

Without waiting for Robert to react, Don Quixote said lightly: "Why did I die? At that time, the answers that came to my mind were like this..."

"Is it because in the Forest of Turin, I let you live?"

"No, you saved my life and let you go, that's my own choice."

"Is it because Matthew suddenly launched a coup d'état and was caught off guard?"

"No, I had a chance to escape, but it was my decision to kill back."

"Is it because of the little princess's drag?"

"No, protecting Belia is my mission, and I can't run away from it."

Don Quixote slowly put on the dragon's wing mask and said sharply: "There is only one reason, I am not strong enough. ”

"If I'm strong enough, all of this is not a problem!"

The surging blood and qi carried the golden wind and rain petals, lingering on Don Quixote's side, and the white soul fire in his eyes suddenly jumped, and in an instant it turned into gold, like the sun in the dark night. He jumped off his horse and approached Robert in half a second at breakneck speed!

For a moment, the two looked at each other, Robert's expression was extremely shocked, although his eyes could barely see the other party's vague movement trajectory, but his body had no time to react.

This means that if the other person wants to, you can easily kill him before his body can react.

The speed of the enemy, how fast is it?!

For a moment, it was as if the whole world fell silent, and only the sound of blood flowing could be faintly heard. I only heard Don Quixote speak lightly, and the voice seemed to come from the abyssal dark river, echoing in this silent world, echoing in Robert's ears:

"It's time to make a deal, former friend."

As soon as Don Quixote's words fell, Robert finally reacted, he raised the night shadow, and a large amount of gray-black shadow energy immediately coiled on the blade of the sword, aimed at Don Quixote's head, and slashed it head-on!

Don Quixote raised his sword with one hand, and at the same time blessed [Blood Drink Crimson], and with a strong upward pick, he blocked Robert's attack path. I only heard a loud bang, like an ancient bell tower alarm bell ringing for a long time, the mist and shadow energy were strangled together, like two pythons fighting each other, and at the same time, there was also a brilliant spark that erupted when the big sword collided!

Robert's brows were instantly tightly tangled, and his eyes showed a look of extreme pain. He felt every muscle tremble, pain spreading along his nervous system to his brain, destroying his spirit.

The strength of the other party was so strong that it not only broke his wrist, but also completely surpassed his own perception of Don Quixote, and even slightly better than McQueen, the lion of Savoy!

You know, Robert is holding a sword in both hands, while Don Quixote is completely one-handed!

Don Quixote noticed Robert's pained eyes and slightly trembling hands, and let out a sneer. And in the count's killing, the power of blood coiled up like a python along the blade of the sword, not only crushing Robert's shadow power, but also eroding the opponent's arm!

Under the devouring of this blood force, Robert's arm instantly became vicissitudes and aging, the originally tight skin and flesh became loose, and the full flesh and blood also dried up.

This is the Blood Power derivative skill 3, [Devouring Life].

[Vitality Devour]: Don Quixote can manipulate the power of blood and release it in the form of gas, devouring the opponent's flesh vitality and vitality while touching the enemy's body, and restore his own health at the same time.

Under the effect of vitality devouring, Robert's right arm completely lost its biological function, and if it recovered, it would take at least 1-3 years of recuperation, and at the same time, it would also need to be supplemented with a large number of drugs before there was a trace of possibility.

And on a rapidly changing battlefield, every second is precious, let alone 1 to 3 years? Losing an arm is equivalent to losing half of your combat effectiveness!

In other words, with this move, the two sides will decide the winner.

Robert looked at his shriveled arm and frowned tightly, trying his best to contain his desire to cry. Just as Don Quixote swore allegiance to Belea, and he was also a loyal subordinate of Matthew, even when faced with an opponent strong enough to crush him, he would never fall into Matthew's prestige!

He raised his great sword in his left hand, used all his strength, and stabbed Don Quixote in the chest!

Click! Don Quixote gently grasped Robert's dark shadow of the night with his left hand, and then squeezed it hard, tightly. No matter how hard Robert tried, the blade of the Night Shadow could only rub back and forth on the palm of the heavily armored glove, making a tooth-aching clicking sound, but it couldn't get out of the opponent's grasp, let alone touch the opponent's chest.

"It's over."

Don Quixote said, and then stabbed Robert in the heart with a sword.