Chapter 62: Not a simple death fight

It's painful!

It's scary!

So desperate!

It was pitch black, there was nothing to rely on, and her most trusted armor had betrayed her in this dark world underwater.

Her former talisman became the scythe of death.

In a trance, she felt like she could really feel the terrifying curved blade of the scythe scraping against her neck.

It was at this time that her slender and white neck was forcefully broken, which was a very uncomfortable feeling, and no one liked this position when they felt suffocated. Who knew that in the next second, he came over in one breath, it was ...... Oxygen that represents life and hope.

"Goo-goo...... Hmm...... "At first Francis didn't realize what it was, but as the oxygen increased, she seemed to understand what it was all about.

Before she could react, the fiery touch and oxygen supply were cut off. Immediately, she felt a not-so-strong arm wrap its arms around her neck, carrying her body as if it were floating upward.

At first, her reaction was an instinctive struggle, but soon she realized that the other party seemed to be saving her, and finally resisted the unhappiness in her heart and let the other party drag her up like a dead dog.

How long has it been?

Is it an hour, a century, or is it just a few tens of seconds?

Frankis was completely confused, and she could only suppress her survival instincts with the last of her sanity, learning to trust the arm that was stuck around her neck...... And its owner!

The light is getting brighter and brighter!

Closer to the water, she seemed a little scared again. Because on the other side of that psychedelic water film, it's a blazing hell.

Apparently, the choice is not in her hands now.

The person behind her made the final sprint, and her back could feel the pounding of the other's heart, which was almost stalled under the extreme lack of oxygen.

They are lucky!

In the time they had fallen into the water, the stones and flames had been sputtered, and all that was left was dust in the sky.

"Ahem, ahem!" came a violent cough from behind.

"Vomit—" She instinctively wanted to breathe fresh air, but she vomited immediately, vomiting a large amount of water from her mouth and nose, and even felt the sour taste of the water - it was supposed to be her stomach acid.

It wasn't until she vomited for several seconds that her poor nasal and chest took their first breath of cloudy, hot air. I had just finished feeling the cold, and I was about to be burned by the hot air.

Even so......

It feels so good to be alive.

"Have you come to your senses?" came Martin's voice as expected.

For some reason, she felt a pang of relief.

"Hmm...... Let's ...... "She's weak. My body was full of heavy feelings, and I didn't even want to move a finger.

"Don't move, don't trouble me, I'll take you to the water. "Before the crossing, as a child of a southern coastal city, and after the crossing, as a nobleman with a mermaid as the banner, Martin and the two were both good people. Of course, if it hadn't been for the system elf who gave him a mental stimulation similar to an electric shock just now, maybe he would have been a temporary floating corpse near the surface of the water for a while.

Thanks to the system, at least he saved Francis.

Originally, he could have died without saving him, but unfortunately, whether it was the conscience of a modern person, the appreciation of excellent people as the soul of a sleeping king in his soul, or the intellectual desire for a strong companion, he was driven to save her desperately.

With great effort, Martin finally dragged Francis to the other side. Regaining a little strength, Martin pressed his knees against her abdomen, making her hunch, and slapping her on the back to make her spit out the water.

"Vomit!" Feeling like Franise was afraid that she would vomit out all the yellow bile.

And that's not the point. The point is that under the system scan, Martin suddenly found that she had a negative mental quirk - [Water Repellent].

"'Francis' was once nearly drowned in the Bloody Arena. Because of the mysterious fear demon king, the shadow of fear lingers in her heart. From this moment on, she goes to an area with a wide body of water, and her combat power is reduced by 20%, her speed is reduced by 30%, and her hit rate is reduced by 30%!"

Looking around, there doesn't seem to be much danger. Martin hurriedly looked through his system prompts, and sure enough, he found a message for him: "The mysterious Dreadlord is trying to implant a fear of fire in your spirit...... Psychiatric ...... Your volitional test failed...... Weighted Index Testing...... Since you've seen more horrific explosions than this flame (atomic bombings, movies, etc.), you're immune to the Fear Check. ”

Seeing this, tens of thousands of grass and mud horses galloped through Martin's heart, and he shouted wildly in his heart: "Your sister! If it weren't for my brother who had seen a big scene, and all the doomsday movies and disaster movies, wouldn't he have asked for your way this time?"

Scolding and scolding, Martin, who had calmed down, frowned: Fear Demon King? It seems that this bloody competition is not as simple as it seems.

Martin didn't know that at this moment, in the Divine Domain, all the gods had already quarreled, and they had almost upgraded to full martial arts.

"Mephis! Ragnar, put away your little tricks, or I'll give your candidate a 'random' light meteor shower!" a white-haired deity dressed in a Greek-style slanted white robe, holding a cloud of golden light, threatening to smash it to the other side.

Although his face is indistinct, with his body shape and clothing, anyone who is present will recognize him as Sigmar, the god of light of mankind!

The evil gods rarely speak in unison, but at least they gather their strength because they hate the gods of order even more. But this time, the two gods who were scolded obviously did not have the hearts of the gods.

The same green-skinned orc god with a blurred face clasped his hands on his chest, and his voice was full of disdain: "Forget about cheating, even cheating will be discovered." My children and grandchildren can lose to wisdom, to strength, and even to luck. But I absolutely can't accept that they win on cheating. Sigma, I've got your back this time!"

The noise on the clouds, Martin can't control.

As he recovered, Martin began to count his losses—what a big loss, his special crossbow was finished. When he jumped into the water, he was immediately knocked unconscious by Francis, and his crossbow probably sank into the water. Most of the arrows were gone, leaving only one flame, two frost, three ordinary crossbow arrows, and even the ones that had been soaked in seawater.

After thinking about it, Martin left three magic arrows to use as daggers, and the rest were thrown away along with the quivers.

Thankfully, his leather armor and the strange [Quick Slash Blade] were preserved.