"That's." I was already out of anger, how could there be such illogical skills in the game, I stood on the sidelines with a knife, pointed at the game host and commentator from a distance, and asked loudly, "What are you doing with buckteeth?" My opponent is blatantly cheating, and you don't even make a move. I'm still here with emotion, I'm going to your boss to accuse you of dereliction of duty. ”

"Cheating?" Troll Anelka's eyes widened and he looked dazed, "Who cheated, I didn't see it." ”

"Who else in this arena but me? Didn't you knowingly ask? I puffed up, "Isn't it forbidden to have all the effects of reborn skills and cosmetic items in the arena?" Schilling: He was obviously killed by me just now, and there is not a drop of blood left. Now he was standing in front of me unscathed, full of blood. It's blatant cheating, and you're pretending you can't see it. ”

"Reaper Imprisonment is not a rebirth skill." Anelka smiled, "It looks like a person has come back from the dead, but it's not. As the ultimate hidden skill of the Paladin at level 60, its function is actually to prevent death. The Paladin supported his body with his devout beliefs and made him fight until the last moment. This is a passive ability that triggers when the Paladin's health reaches a near-death state. It makes the Paladin immune to all spells, spells, and attacks that could kill him for a period of time. From the appearance, he seems to be resurrected with full blood, but in fact, there is still a little bit left that will become zero when touched, but no matter how you touch it, you can't touch the amount of blood to zero. Do you see what I mean? ”

"You mean to say that a paladin who learns this skill will become invincible when he dies?" After listening to it for a long time, I finally figured out what the other party meant.

"It's okay if you really understand it that way. Oh yes. Anelka chuckled as if she had suddenly remembered something, "The game isn't over yet. Players are asked to concentrate on the game. ”

I was stunned, and I was thinking about whether I should rush off the stage to give this incompetent commentary a good beating, when I suddenly felt a strong wind hit the back of my head. I hurriedly crouched down and rolled forward, dodging a dastardly sneak attack. Standing firm, Schilling scurried towards me without saying a word, with a one-handed hammer and shield. The usual indifferent smile on his face was gone, replaced by a solemnity that he had never seen before, and his slightly emaciated face actually looked a little handsome at that moment. Ah, it must be my eyes that are covered with cow, how could Schilling look a little handsome?

"You ......" Before my mouth was fully opened, and the carefully prepared words to tease Schilling had not yet spoken, Schilling rushed in front of me with a hammer in front of me in another instant. I hurriedly swallowed the words from my lips and hurriedly responded to the battle with the Nightmare Twins.

There was a screeching sound of metal on the ground, and the Nightmare Twin Blades in my hand almost came out, and the whole person took several steps back under the frontal blow of Schilling's one-handed hammer. I was shocked, you must know that I am now under the effect of Betsy's secret medicine, and my strength and other attributes are super boss level. Schilling's seemingly unpretentious and careless blow can make me so hard.

Before I could stabilize myself, Schilling rushed at me like a cannonball, the familiar Divine Charge again. Only a fool will take this trick head-on head-on. I leaned slightly to the side, ready to dodge to the right, and then take the opportunity to find Schilling's soft underbelly to strike another fatal blow.

I was about to take a step away, but suddenly I realized that my foot seemed to be bound by something, and I was fixed to the ground and couldn't move at all. Looking down, it turned out to be a thin layer of crushed ice that circled my feet on the ground, and when I glanced back at Schilling, I realized that this sinister creature didn't know when to change his aura to Divine Frozen. This time he had good luck and triggered the Freeze effect, which froze my foot. I hurriedly struck the circle of broken ice with my knife, only to find that it was unbreakable. Time was fleeting, and by the time I was trying to figure out how to get rid of the damn broken ice, Schilling was rushing in front of me like a train leaving the station. I had no way or time to think, so I crossed my arms in front of me and met him head-on.

I tasted the sensation of being hit head-on with Schilling's shield on his shoulder, and it was no different from being stripped naked and struck by the monstrous waves. Breathing stagnated, blood churned in his chest, and he couldn't stop nausea. It was like knocking over the sauce jar in my head, and tears, snot, and saliva spurted out at once, and maybe there was a lot of blood mixed with it. All of a sudden, the vision became blurry. In the haze, I seemed to see Schilling raise his one-handed hammer and turn it down on me.

Soon, the piercing pain that came from my calf bone made me realize that what had just happened was not an illusion. I distinctly heard the click of my own broken leg bone. At that moment, the hairs on my body stood up, and the churning feeling in my heart turned into a terrible scream that rushed out of my mouth.

, Schilling broke one of my legs, mad man. Damn it, my profession doesn't have any healing skills or spells. This meant that I had to drag a broken leg and fight Schilling to the end, and the speed advantage that the Assassins were most proud of was completely lost. I couldn't support it, so I sat on the ground with my ass, and the cold texture of the granite floor quickly drilled through the not thick buttocks on my ass, and I felt so uncomfortable.

Schilling is now a very fierce pursuit and fierce fighting tactic, relying on his current invincible state, letting go of all the vital parts and attacking with all his might. The one-handed hammer in my hand fell like raindrops, and I, who had broken a leg, became a piece of fat on the cutting board, to be slaughtered by him.

I flicked a "shadow cloak" backhand, hoping to use his special effects to temporarily obstruct Schilling's vision, which would give me time to distance myself between him and adjust it a bit. Who knew that it was a house leak and a heavy rainy night, and three times of resistance in a row, completely blocked the road in the future. The pain in the broken calf bone seriously affected the normal thinking of my brain, like a sharp needle there from time to time to pick and pick, pick and pick, and the train of thought will be broken. The red and white liquid flowing out of the Seven Apertures also seriously affected my normal senses, and now not only my body was sluggish, but also the influence of Schilling's Divine Ice Aura, I felt that I was about to finish.

Schilling is running again, and I'm already exhausted in donkey skills, so I can only use the shadow training technique again. I don't want the summoned shadow to be exactly the same as I am now, and I'm a cripple. The two lame men with four knives were barely able to resist Schilling's sharp attack. I switched positions back and forth with the summoned shadow warriors, using the same moves, so that Schilling couldn't tell which was the real body and which was the clone, and the other party's more damaging spells and skills, I skillfully used transposition for the shadow warriors to bear. However, now I can only guarantee that I will not be hurt too much, but I can't launch a strong counterattack. If this situation continues, my chances of winning will only get smaller and smaller, because I don't have any skills to heal myself, and a little less blood is a little less blood, and on the other hand, Schilling, not only can he heal himself, but he is also in a super buff state after being imprisoned by the Grim Reaper, and there is nothing to lose by beating him at all. This is going to happen, and my drug addiction is about to expire. Before that time came, I couldn't think of any effective way, and defeat was inevitable.

The more anxious my heart became, the more chaotic my tactics became, and if I didn't pay attention, the blood of the shadow warrior was exhausted, and it disappeared into a cloud of black mist, but I couldn't summon another one in time. As soon as the real body was revealed, he was immediately picked up by Schilling and hammered heavily on the calf bone of the other leg with one hand. There was another scream, and I fell limply to the ground. Both legs were gone, and I lost all my chances.

"You've lost." Schilling walked up to me with a smug smile, "I won't let you die too ugly, just use the paladin's most gorgeous trick to finish you off." ”

"Thank you." I laughed miserably, after being in "Divine Realm" for so long, no one knows better than me the truth that the winner is king, and the loser is the loser. I decided to take defeat in stride, and by the way, to see how gorgeous Schilling's so-called finishing moves were.

"Heaven's Hammer!!" Schilling let out a loud shout, and with all the strength of his luck threw the one-handed hammer in his hand into the sky. The one-handed hammer flew out into the sky at a very fast speed, and I don't know if the speed reached a certain limit, but the hammer actually made a hole in the air and drilled into it. A thick white mist poured out of the hole, then slowly swirled and formed a huge whirlpool. I vaguely saw a blinding white dot appear in the center of the whirlpool, growing larger and closer. My eyes widened, and I finally saw that it was a huge golden holy hammer, with a holy golden light all over it, wrapped in a burning flame, and it fell from the sky like a super meteorite that had invaded the earth, and it was smashing towards my heavenly spirit cover with a roar. At this time, my legs were broken, and I no longer had any ability to move, so I could only silently accept this gorgeous spell and dedicate my life.

At this time, a strange voice suddenly sounded in the field, judging from the direction, it should be Schilling's side, I am a little strange, does he still want to play some tricks to humiliate me to a greater extent?

I turned my head to look and saw a small purple dot in the air behind him. In an instant, the purple dot opened, and a portal surrounded by dark purple smoke appeared out of thin air. A familiar giant white skeleton with a giant scythe and a rag holding its head poked out of the portal. Ignoring Schilling's roar, he swung his scythe at Schilling and slashed from head to toe. Schilling's whole body froze instantly, and he didn't see him split in half, but a white dense mist-like air mass slowly emerged from his mouth. The skeleton grinned harshly, then inhaled the smoke into its mouth with a sharp inhale, and then retracted into the portal with a satisfied smile. The moment the portal closed, the huge hammer that had almost hit my head exploded with a bang, turning into countless gold dust, making me feel like I was bathed in it.

Schilling fell to the ground with a thud, fell right in front of me, and then turned into a golden light with a thud and disappeared.

Schilling is dead? I rubbed my eyes heavily, not believing what was happening in front of my eyes. I originally thought that I would report to the resurrection point in the next second, but who knew that the situation on this field would change dramatically, and it was Schilling who flew to the resurrection point! It was so incredible, so incredible that I forgot to bite my finger to verify that I was not in a dream.

"The winner of the final, the commander of the [Light and Shadow] Corps - Turtledove !!" The charismatic voice of Anelka, the game commentator, suddenly sounded in my ears, and instantly woke me up from my dementia. The stands, which had been silent just now, burst into cheers like spring thunder. I don't have to bite my fingers anymore, I win. Regardless of the straight and hard work in the middle, the result has been left undoubted, and I am sure that the champion of the active competition, it is I, the invincible turtledove, that I won.

I breathed a long sigh of relief, and with the ecstasy in my heart, a feeling of loss of strength that I had never felt before came over me. I couldn't stand up anyway, so I just lay down. The champion who lies on the ground and accepts the cheers of the audience should be unprecedented.

I smiled happily. Originally, the turtledove itself was an unprecedented existence. As for the question of the future, that is for later.

I, defeated Schilling, this ending is so satisfying for me. To put it in fashionable terms, today, it's amazing.

Hey, what about the doctor? Hurry up and get my leg treated, do you want me to use a wheelchair to get the prize? Besides, I haven't even seen the wheels of a wheelchair in this game.