Once again, I struggled to fend off a heavy blow from the Marquis de Meneval, and the adventurers, accustomed to the rhythm of his battle, breathed a sigh of relief and gathered around him to slash and slash with confidence—including the wounded me.

Although his blow cut my life by more than a third, I was now in the range of the Minotaur Shaman's life totem, and as is customary, my life would be almost fully restored before he could begin his next attack.

I slashed at the base of the Marquis de Meneval's thigh with a few swords in quick succession, and was slashing with my hand, when suddenly, with a wave of his sword, the Marquis de Meneval's sword slashed at me head-on again.

The sword came much sooner than I expected, and it caught me off guard. My vitality was suddenly reduced to less than half, and at this time, the life totem happened to be on the magic cooldown, and it could no longer restore my vitality.

I was a little alarmed by this unexpected circumstance, and I was just about to call for the Longbow to shoot the sun to help me, when the Marquis de Meneval unexpectedly flapped his wings under his ribs.

These huge fleshy wings grew after his transformation, and although I know that no one would put a pair of wings on their back purely for the sake of beauty, he had never used these new limbs in previous battles, and we gradually ignored their existence.

At this time, the pair of wings suddenly beat vigorously, setting off a fierce wind and sand on the flat ground. The foul wind enveloped us in an instant, and the coarse sand and dust completely closed our vision, making us unable to see.

In the chaos, I could only hear the sporadic explosion of fireballs—the Black Aurora had been standing far away from the Marquis de Meneval's periphery all the time, and the sand had not adversely affected his vision.

In the midst of a drowsiness, I suddenly felt an irresistible wind rushing towards me. The gust of wind swept me up from the ground and swiftly behind me.

I was in mid-air, feeling a sense of emptiness that I couldn't help but curl up with all my might to try to reduce the damage I did when I landed.

I don't know how far the wind blew out, I felt my back hit the ground, so I rolled on the spot and got up.

By this time, I was out of the sandstorm, and my eyes could already see.

I was standing on the side of the wall in this hall, twenty paces away from the chaotic sand.

Looking from me, the figures of the Yangtze River Delta, the Longbow Shooting the Sun, and the Klado appeared and disappeared in the wind and sand, all of them with their eyes closed, holding their breath, standing in place and groping wildly.

The Marquis de Menewar had flapped his wings and flown to the dome, looking condescendingly at his rivals with an expression of mockery or resentment.

Seeing that the wind and sand below him had gradually dissipated, the vampire marquis suddenly took a sharp breath, and then let out a scream under him.

The scream was unlike anything I'd heard before, it wasn't a harsh, intense noise, but it wasn't soft either.

This is a needle-like sharp and faint sound, which is not only like a rustling ***, but also like a weak tinnitus, floating between hearing and unheard, making people unpredictable.

I guess this must be some kind of novel magic that directly attacks the spirit and performs hypnosis, and under the cover of this sound, they suddenly have a trance-like face, a dull gaze, and stand still without moving.

The Black Aurora, which was closer to me, was also affected by the sound. He had been brewing an offensive spell, but when he heard the scream, he suddenly stopped casting, closed his eyes in a daze, and stood still and dozed.

Seeing that his spell had been successful, the Marquis de Meneval laughed maniacally, and then flapped his wings and flew towards me.

"No one can stop the coming of the king of the last days!" His voice was arrogant and arrogant, humming with the vibration of his wings.

Now I have no way back, and I have no one to rely on. All I could rely on at this time was a worn-out shield that could be scrapped at any moment, and a sword that I had fought with me many times.

I've just finished drinking the last vial of life potion on my body, and it's unknown whether I'll be able to fully wield the potion in the face of this vampire demon's powerful attack.

Moreover, even if the potion of this potion were fully wielded, I would only be able to take one more blow at most. This is my mortal fate.

Here and now,

"Good Luck",

The hopeful words of "miracles" have pale in the face of hope—perhaps I have relied on them many times before, but this time, I won't have such luck again.

I don't know why I'm so sure that my death is near, maybe when a person is going to die, he himself will feel it; Or perhaps, when a person is faced with an irreversible desperate situation, he himself will despair and give up, which is not cowardice, but just a kind of life consciousness.

I don't remember what the Marquis de Meneval did to me at that time, and in my memory the whole thing I remember of that moment was swinging the sword, swinging the sword, swinging the sword and swinging the sword incessantly.

I slashed and slashed like crazy, without knowing how to defend myself, at the cost of my life. I'd love to tell you that I'm fighting for something meaningful, like my friends.

I even thought to myself that I wanted to consume as much life as possible before this monster killed me, and that if I used more power, my companions would have a better chance.

But that's not the case at all, and when I do it, my mind is empty, I can't think of anything, I can't think of anything.

I have seen many deaths and resurrections. With all my knowledge, death is like a lethargy, and when you come back from the dead and wake up from a big dream, everything is still the same.

But when you really face death, you are still afraid, you are still afraid. You can even feel the cold fingers of death already grabbing your throat, and then you will know that death is completely different from a sound sleep after all.

The ferocity and savagery of life were unleashed to the extreme by the threat of death, and I was not fighting, but struggling, using the craziest actions to break free from an unknown fear.

In the last act of my life, the vampire marquis's greatsword slashed into my left arm, and the round shield that had been with me for a long time was shattered in an instant, along with my life.

I can finally see what the Grim Reaper's sister looks like in the mouth of the longbow shooting sun, and I don't know if she is really as beautiful as the rumors say - I didn't expect that at this time, I still have the heart to think about these messy things.

At the moment when it all ended, all the light gradually faded from my eyes, fading into a suffocating heavy shadow, and the last light in my pupils pierced into my eyes, and the original faint brightness was like a sharp sword, piercing my eyeballs deeply.

I felt a sudden intense dizziness and trance in front of me, and finally, darkness descended.