The effect of energy absorption can ignore damage reduction skills, so Alvin's damage is very stable now, but this is not enough in Alvin's opinion. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info in terms of maintaining mobility, the effect of energy absorption is very powerful, but in terms of output damage, this alone is too slow, thinking of this, Alvin made a surprising move - he directly inserted the broadsword into the enemy's body, and then detonated. The flames of the blast were mixed with the fragments of the weapon, erupting from a distance of about two meters from Alvin, and when viewed from the side, it looked like a blooming red lily. Alvin relied entirely on precise blasting direction control to prevent himself from dying together.

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A damage figure popped up from the boss's head, but that wasn't enough. Because the weapon was inserted directly into the boss's body by Alvin, it also triggered various attack effects in melee combat, and additionally caused an additional dark damage of more than 300 and a non-attribute damage of more than 500. One attack took away more than 3,000 HP from the boss, and more importantly, Alvin has now accumulated three layers of energy absorption agility bonus, relying on this, he dodged the boss's next light thorn attack.

The boss's movements became slower and slower, and it was the previous crystallized poison that took effect, and Alvin and the Fighting Swordsman took advantage of this opportunity to use their strongest physical attacks.

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Two sword lights fell on the boss one after the other, and the swordsman's body became obviously dull after this attack, and the subsequent attack obviously began to weaken.

The boss's blood volume is still 50,000, and the only ones who can maintain the output at this time are Alvin and the Cheetah Warriors. No one could have imagined that this half-human, half-beast warrior, who did not have a high attack, would now become an important hope for victory. And even at this time, the cheetah warrior still didn't say a word, didn't stop attacking, but didn't use any gorgeous skills, Alvin couldn't help but think, is this guy fighting all kinds of powerful enemies like this for hundreds of years?

Continuing to output, the boss's HP began to drop from 50,000, and gradually dropped to 45,000, then 40,000, 35,000, and 30,000......

When it dropped to 30,000, Tyras became furious and unleashed a storm of magic that covered hundreds of meters. Because the skill appeared suddenly, Alvin didn't have time to build a magic barrier, but at this moment, a tall figure appeared in front of him like lightning.

Bang! The cheetah warrior slowly fell to the ground, but Alvin did not show any sad expression about this scene.

At this point, what else needs to be said? The Heroic Spirits didn't let him survive because of any personal feelings, they simply wanted to preserve the hope of victory to the greatest extent. In that case, what else could Alvin have to repay them except for victory?

Alvin didn't fully understand why these Heroic Spirits were so obsessed with victory. Maybe there are some things that are not in the middle of it, and it is difficult to really understand. Hundreds of years have passed, so why did these heroic spirits answer the call to be resurrected in the presence of Alvin? Is it because of hatred? Still unwilling? In that era when the gods firmly grasped the dominance of this continent, they could grow into epic "mortals", and each one was a stunningly brilliant figure. It's a pity that he was born at the wrong time, so he could only be shackled and put in a cage, becoming a "strange thing" for people to see. And in this case, their strength instead becomes a source of suffering.

wants to win freedom, but the glorious victory, in exchange for endless battles; I want to protect the people I cherish, but I can't even express this feeling; If you want justice, you can only survive by killing innocent people like yourself, until in the end, everyone is no longer innocent...... Fighting, they only have battle in their lives, but they can never fight for their own will, and even the glory of victory is only the material for the pleasant gossip of those who are high above. The inheritance of civilization and the survival of the race, these responsibilities that originally belonged to the strong in a race, can only rely on the momentary joy and anger of those "gods". And what kind of desperate feeling is this?

In the dead of night, they forced themselves to sleep, and then set foot again on the blood-soaked battlefield the next day.

The only hope they have is to fight.

Defeat the opponent in front of you, defeat the god Tyras, but after that? Can this cage really be broken? In front of the gods, the resistance of weak mortals really makes sense? There are facts, but in those days, the hope was too far away for many people to catch a glimpse of it. Mortals have adhered to the belief for dozens of generations, and finally bloomed with brilliance, but some people are already destined to be invisible.

They fell before the dawn, and in the endless darkness of the night, even the distant light, had nothing to do with them again. But at least they lived, fought. Hundreds of years passed, and when the call to battle sounded again, they resolutely took up the weapons in their hands.

For the sake of an ancient long-cherished wish, for the victory that has not yet been obtained.

"Drink, !!" Alvin wielded a massive blade and slashed at his enemy's body.

Alvin doesn't remember how long it had been since he had been in such a situation - on the battlefield, he had become the inspired party.

Alvin didn't know what kind of background that half-human, half-leopard warrior had, whether it was the last orphan of a race, or the life created by those crazy gods out of jokes. Alvin only knew that even in death, he did not succumb to his fate.

Bang! The boss's arm swept across, sweeping Alvin out of a distance of more than ten meters, Alvin grasped the broad hilt of his sword with both hands, and the giant blade cut through the ravines on the rocky ground. Without waiting for the boss to use a ranged attack, Alvin rushed towards the boss again, and the giant blade in his hand slashed down towards the boss without stopping.

- The swordsman who wielded his fighting spirit must have been a human! In the action, you can vaguely see the prototype of the current warrior, and how he endured humiliation and burden, and retained this inheritance for mankind.

Boom! The giant blade slashed deep into Tyras's body, and Alvin fell behind the boss, his hand moving non-stop, and summoned a red greatsword again.

Rumble! The blade on the boss's body exploded, and Alvin, holding a giant sword, stabbed the boss's body again. Explosions rang out one after another, Tyras's blood volume dropped to 25,000, and the crystallized poison suddenly lost its effect at this time, and the boss's giant claws slashed sideways through Alvin's body, but it failed to cause damage - it was the passive dodge effect of the Broken Steel Sword that saved Alvin's life at a critical moment.

Bang! Alvin was swept out again, but at this time, Alvin had forgotten what the defeat was, and rushed towards the boss again without hesitation. There is only one chance, and once the acceleration effect of energy absorption is gone, Alvin will lose the opportunity completely.

If you go back, there is only one dead end. Perhaps for hundreds of years, the gladiators on this battlefield fought such battles. Alvin couldn't help but think of the axe warrior and spearman, how they rushed forward in the face of a desperate enemy, and what was it that they protected behind hundreds of years ago? Now, those things have turned to dust, but they are still fighting. And then there's the boxer and the spellcaster, whose lineage is now severed, but today, for the sake of this victory, they are here again, showing people these ancient skills. And that troll warrior, his chain skills, have also become a swan song.

Alvin's greatsword landed on Tyras's body again and again, and between the claws, breath, and thorns, Alvin seized every gap to attack. There is so much of that dusty history that we can't know. Just like those spear warriors, what kind of consciousness did they have to sacrifice themselves in this gladiatorial arena where they fought for their lives? Another example is the elven archer, how he guarded his pride, dragging his seriously injured body up again and again. Some people give everything for the sake of victory, and some give a little more than "everything".

Alvin didn't know how to pay his respects, and all he could do now was fight, just like they did hundreds of years ago.

Rumble! After a violent explosion, the boss's health was finally reduced to less than 20,000.

"Whew!" Tyras's huge claws swung and brushed Alvin's body, he knew that the other party's speed was actually a little bit faster just now, he was definitely in a different place now, but since he didn't hit, it didn't matter. Alvin swung his sword and slashed towards the boss's body, one sword, but brought out two sword shadows. The effect of the double attack is triggered, and Alvin's speed instantly breaks through the limit, with this speed, Alvin runs up along the boss's body, and every time he walks a distance, an explosion sounds, which is Alvin's epic weapon nailed into the boss's body, each of which can cause about two thousand damage.

Nineteen thousand, seventeen thousand, fourteen thousand, twelve thousand, ten thousand!

At the last moment, Tyras launched a desperate blow, white light filled the entire field of vision, Alvin knew that he had no time to dodge, for the sake of now, he had to give it a go, but the boss's blood volume was still 10,000, did Alvin really have a way to kill the boss in an instant?

10,000 HP is actually not much, and the most troublesome thing for Alvin now is the damage reduction effect of the Boss Divine Body. And now Alvin can ignore this effect, only the skill of energy absorption, but energy absorption is a fixed damage, and Alvin can't increase the value of this damage. However, while Alvin can't increase the amount of damage per time, he can increase the number of times he does it. Of course, this is not to say that Alvin is asked to hold the weapon and slash a dozen times a second, Alvin has a slightly tricky method.

Concussive Blade - A special weapon that can break down the damage caused by attacks into multiple segments, but the energy consumption of this weapon is very huge, and once used, it basically means that Alvin's divine link will be ended.

"It's all up to you!" Alvin grabbed the hilt of the knife with both hands and slashed towards Tyras's body, the heavy blade intersecting with the scale armor on Tyras's head, bursting with large sparks, and then the blade sliced into the boss's body little by little.

586、589…… A series of damage began to emerge from the boss's body, and the boss's blood volume dropped rapidly, and it soon broke five thousand, but at this time, the concussion from the knife body actually weakened, it turned out that Alvin had used the skill too many times before, and the energy of the divine link could no longer support this attack!

"No! Can't stop at this time! Alvin clenched his teeth and poured his own power into the blade, but Alvin's own magic power obviously could not last long, so Alvin had to look elsewhere - energy absorption! Alvin cut off the effect of energy absorption and began to provide magic power to the blade, and the blade shook violently again, and at this time, the boss's attack was almost one step away from engulfing Alvin, but at this time, Alvin suddenly felt that the blade in his hand was light, and with a "poof" sound, it pierced into the boss's skull.

"Whoa......" Tyras let out a terrible cry, and the blue light of the wound came out uncontrollably, and then the situation began to spread, along the lines on the boss's back, all the way to its entire body. In the end, Tyras's entire body seemed to crack, and countless thunderbolts swept through the sky, as if the sky was also terrified, unable to believe that this monster that had been crisscrossing the gladiatorial arena for hundreds of years finally ushered in the end of its life at this moment.

Rumble! Tyras's massive body fell to the ground with a pitch-black body, a fading blue glow, like a burning volcano. Alvin staggered to the top of the volcano step by step, leaned down, ate the blade stuck in top of the monster's head, and slowly lifted it above his head.

"Ah!! A hoarse shout rang out on the battlefield, and Alvin was scarred and insane, but at this moment, no one would laugh at his actions, in this ancient and dilapidated gladiatorial arena, because he defeated that myth that had not been weathered for hundreds of years, and this victory belonged to Alvin and those who fought alongside him.