There was no prayer, no prayer, the torches on the city wall shook with orange firelight, and only the shadows of two people frantically pounced on each other could be seen under the blood-covered feet!

The shiny Dominic scimitar cut an incredible arc in midair, and Gracchus clenched the hilt of the knife in both hands like a beast pounced, mixed with endless anger and slashed at Lebinus, who was still standing motionless.

"Bell!" The sword collided with a crisp and bright sound, and the frowning Lebinus desperately picked off Gracchus's blade, took two steps back, and gasped for breath with his sword against his body, his head was covered with hot beads of sweat, and his legs were even trembling slightly.

A look of astonishment flashed across Gracchus's face, and then a somewhat hideous laugh burst out - whatever the reason, it was obvious that Repinus was now looking almost at the limit, and the wounds on his body seemed to have never healed, and his arms with his sword were still trembling, this was definitely a wonderful opportunity given to him by God.

Go to hell, and then blame yourself for having a bad brain, why agree to such stupid conditions!

Gracchus, who had seized the opportunity, no longer hesitated, and raised his long knife and rushed towards Lebinus. The chief centurion, who was still gasping for breath, gritted his teeth, kicked the blade away with a light kick, and swung it at the Dominic scimitar that had already slashed at his shoulder.

The two sharp blades continued to fight each other in mid-air, the cracking sparks and the small fragments of the steel blades were so dazzling against the backdrop of the fiery night, the long knife in the hand of the burly Gragu kept flipping up and down, and the slender blade slashed left and right, as if it was a violent storm, dazzling, and only the dazzling afterimage of the large area could be seen, almost devouring Repcinus completely.

And the chief centurion, who was clenching his teeth, could only respond with rather slow movements, blocking those near-fatal attacks one at a time. The footsteps below him are constantly retreating, and he can't even stand on his feet a little.

Unlike the Turines, their leaders are often the strongest warriors of the entire tribe or clan, and they are the war chiefs first and then the rulers of the entire tribe - so no matter how much Gracchus has the power to rule the entire tribe, if he does not defeat all those who challenge him, he will not be in a safe position!

Shoulders, arms. Waist...... The sharp tip of the knife brushed over these parts again and again, looking at the ragged overcoat on his body, if he wasn't wearing armor, he would probably have been torn apart like this smock at this moment, right? Repinus couldn't help but smile bitterly at himself, and the blade of the sword in his hand was still waving.

No matter how small or desperate you are, this is a precious chance for revenge - and it is more likely that it is the only chance, so you must not give it up!

"God bless Turin—!" Ripinus, who roared heartbreakingly, raised his broadsword in both hands and slashed at the other's head with a hideous face. Gracchus, on the other hand, had a sinister smile of disdain on his face, and with a flick of the hilt of his sword, he slammed the blade of Repinus's sword away, slamming into the ground at his feet with a trace of unwilling sorrow.

And at the same moment, Xue Liang's long knife slashed directly into Repinus's shoulder-just as there was an exclamation around him, and everyone's eyes widened as they watched as the chainmail ring that had been hit several times could no longer support it and shattered, and the blade stuck into his body!

A huge pain came from the shoulder. Lessinus's whole body shuddered as if he were chilling, and the blood gushing out red stained the collar of the smock. Gragu took a breath, his expression softened slightly: "Well, if you admit defeat, this duel can be stopped now." ”

"Stop?" said Repinus, who lowered his head, as if asking, and suddenly raised his head and glared at Gracchus: "This is just the beginning!"

The chief centurion, who roared loudly, suddenly raised his fallen sword from the ground with great force, and the terrified Grachus grabbed the hilt of the sword violently. Pulling out the saber with all his might, the blood-splattered long knife had no time to respond, and it slammed into the blade in mid-air, and the sudden attack made Gracchus have no time to react, and both sides clutched the hilt of the sword, and the two blades were glued together. Stalemate.

"It's a ...... Got you!" Repinus, whose chest rose and fell violently, as if his throat was about to breathe fire, had a smile on his face, and he held down the blade of his sword tightly.

"What the hell do you want to do, you madman?!" scolded Gragus, who had always known that Repinus was a very sane man who could judge the situation - but what he was doing now was clearly intended to die with him!

"That must have killed you!" Repinus suddenly unloaded the power of his sword, and at the same time crouched down and was suddenly swung down by the long knife in Gragus's hand that flashed to him, and the sharp blade stabbed directly into the place where the armor was broken, and the chain mail of the entire left hand was directly split, and the long blood marks extended from the shoulder to the forearm.

But this gave Repinus a chance, and he quickly raised his sword to slash at Gracchus, who hastily raised his sword to block Rebinus's blade.

At this moment, Gracchus had a delusion...... It was as if he had returned to that night decades ago, standing alone in the middle of the wasteland, and in front of him was the fanged monster ready to tear himself apart.

Is this my fate, or is it the price I have to pay to get all this far? Thinking back to the "answer" he received from the ancestral priest before, Gragu was a little confused, but the long knife in his hand did not stop at all-even if it was really an inevitable fate, then he would resist to the end!

"Bell-!" The blades staggered, the blade in Repinos's hand was knocked away, Gracchus, who had seized the opportunity, raised the blade in his right hand, aimed at the chief centurion and stabbed it fiercely - the next moment, this madman was dead, and the one who survived was me, and it could only be me!

At the moment when the blade stabbed out, Gragu felt a trace of coldness, and the blade in his hand stopped-the sharp tip of the knife was actually grabbed by Radius!

The sharp blade tore through the glove made of cowhide, and the blood slowly flowed and dripped down the blade, and Gragu stared at him dumbfounded, no matter how hard he tried, Lepinus always clutched the hilt, raised the broadsword in his hand with all his might, and stabbed him in the chest!

Gracchus's body shook suddenly, shaking slightly. The cold-faced Lessinus suddenly pulled out his long sword, and the leader of the Red Horse Clan with his arms hanging down fell to his knees on the ground, watching the chief centurion clench the hilt of the sword with both hands, roaring and swinging it hard!

In an instant, the whole world seemed to begin to spin, more and more blurry, more and more cold—falling in a pool of blood, Gracchus saw his headless bones spurting blood, and then his whole eyes turned red, and gradually turned into darkness.

Just as everything was about to disappear, he seemed to see the same image from decades ago again—as if he was at that time, when he saw his friend who had been eaten by the fanged monster, the last thing he saw was his only remaining head, and those eyes that were completely dark and desperate.

Was everything predestined, and this was the end for me? With regret and a little loss, Gracchus finally closed his eyes.

"Bang!" Repinus, who had swung the last sword, was finally exhausted, and the broadsword in his hand fell to the ground, and his whole body shook and leaned backwards - the quick-eyed Helty immediately pounced on him and hugged him, and did not forget to curse at the soldiers: "What are you all waiting for, don't kill them quickly!"

"No, I promised Gracchus!" Gragus, who was becoming more and more unconscious, stretched out his hand to stop him: "Let them go, we have won this war, don't do unnecessary killing!"

"We've won!" shouted with all his might, and the chief centurion raised his forehead and fainted. (To be continued.) )