There are distracting thoughts, and the movements naturally slow down.

But the boss's attack wouldn't let me out because of my sluggishness, and the half-human-sized palm, wrapped in the whistling wind, fanned my body.

Wipe!

I reacted and burst into a foul language, trying to dodge, but it was too late.

The giant palm was so close that the lines on it were clearly visible, and I could even see a piece of rotten flesh with dead skin sticking between my fingers.

The dead skin was pale green, and sure enough, they had a fight in the nest.

The three elite goblin warriors who rebelled were shot to death by their masters!

The palm wind blew my scalp numb, and I was excited, and I came back to my senses in an instant: I'm not Conan, so I don't have anything to do!

With his arms raised high and his short spear across his chest, he made a not-so-standard defensive stance.

This was followed by an angry slap from the Minotaur Boss!

The force, coming from the short spear, ran along my arms and into my body.

The tearing pain and unstoppable impact were exactly the same as the last time!

There was a crisp click, and the sturdy short spear snapped in an instant, becoming a broken spear.

My body, like a sandbag being thrown, made an irregular arc and slammed into the wall.

Burst!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and I froze on the ground, gasping for breath in pain.

"Really. Mom,! ”

I gritted my teeth and burst out word by word, blood running down the corners of my mouth between my teeth, into my collar, and soaking my coat.

I exhaled with difficulty, and there seemed to be a steel nail in my chest cavity, piercing my chest and lungs continuously, and every breath made me feel painful.

If I'm not mistaken, my ribs are at least half broken, and one or two of them are piercing deep into my lungs.

I coughed up a mouthful of blood in pain and felt bad.

"Mr. An Xiaoyi!"

Kirk roared, his eyes instantly bloodshot, and the whole person became impulsive, holding the knight's sword, and rushed towards the minotaur boss again.

This brain-dead believer who loves to pretend to be cold, I don't know when, has already regarded me as his close comrade-in-arms in his heart, and after seeing me hit hard, he rushed towards the monster that he couldn't defeat at all!

In the face of the boss, which has greatly increased his speed and strength, Kirk's impulsive attack this time is undoubtedly futile.

When the huge fist swept across Kirk's right shoulder, he couldn't perform even the most basic defensive moves, and he was slammed into the air.

Like a kicked ball, it slammed into the wall, only two steps away.

He was hit hard and slipped down like a puddle of mud, but he didn't die on the spot, I really don't know if it was his life, or the God of Creation took special care of him.

Although his life was not lost, the injuries on his body were so heavy that they were moving.

The entire right shoulder, along with his arm, collapsed into his body from the ribs on the right side, as if he had suddenly lost half of his body.

The corners of his mouth were also bleeding, and more than I did, as if there was no faucet completely turned off.

Belch..

A painful trilling sound came from his throat.

"O God of creation, world," he said vaguely, "why, not to take me away?" ”

His left hand lifted weakly, trembling and resting on his chest, even though the pain was severe, it did not stop his pursuit of the God of Creation.

"You, how's it going?"

I asked in a weak voice, turning my head with a feeble turn.

"Yet, not dead" he spat out the words with difficulty, and the corners of his mouth were still bleeding.

Suffocating in the intense pain, he continued, "No, but, quickly. ”

The last word 'is gone', and the intense pain once again suffocates him.

Not far away, the Minotaur boss seemed to have lost interest in the two of us dying people, and with heavy but powerful steps, he chased the three Quincy all over the hall.

Watching Kirk twitch in pain and listening to his hard breathing, I sensed that he was dying.

Thinking of his impulsive behavior just now, an inexplicable sadness swelled up in his heart.

"Why do you believe in the God of Creation?"

My weak word.

For some reason, I suddenly became curious about the reason for his belief in the God of Creation.

Hearing this, his eyes had a little more brilliance, and he wanted to support his body with difficulty, but this action affected the collapsed right half of his body, and under the severe pain, he let out a painful howl.

After a quick and heavy breath, he raised his head with difficulty, and a flash of melancholy flashed in his eyes: "For, my brother." ”

"He used to die to protect me" There was a deep sadness in his eyes, as if it was an unbearable past, and the pain caused by this memory was even more intense than the pain.

However, he did not remain silent and continued: "The Bishop said that the stronger the faith, the better he will live in heaven. ”

At the end, his tone became indifferent: "This is, I owe him." ”

Kirk coughed violently again, blood streaming from the corners of his mouth.

I sighed softly, but I touched the wound in my chest again, and I had to lower my head and gasp for pain in severe pain.

Suddenly, I saw my right arm, slowly steaming with a touch of golden light, like the rising sun, sprinkled with hope!

Is that. Burn one's ship!

My talent has finally arrived!

The heart that was already desperate was full of strength again, slowly supporting the body, and every movement would be accompanied by severe pain, but these were no longer paid attention to, just like an unconscious wooden man, holding a broken spear with a spearhead in one hand and a broken spear with a spearhead in the other.

Kirk looked at me in surprise, not knowing why.

"Can you do me a favor?"

I said weakly, and my eyes were fixed on the Minotaur boss.

"Say it."

Kirk struggled to catch his breath, tugging at the wound again.

"Bring the boss over" My tone was firm, and my eyes were full of confidence: "Let me finish it with one sword!" ”

"Good!"

Kirk agreed without hesitation, gritted his teeth, leaned on one hand, struggled to support his body, leaned against the wall, and slowly stood up.

Every time he stood up, a terrible moan would unconsciously come out of his throat, and large cold sweat would emerge from his sweat pores, instantly piercing his clothes.

He struggled to hold on to his body, gasping for breath in pain, pausing slightly, he slowly walked in the direction of the boss, like a tragic warrior.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped, he didn't look back, he didn't turn around, he only kept his voice behind.

"Avenge me, my brother!"