Midi was running through the woods.

Trees flew behind the sight, and the sound of the wind and boots on dead leaves was in my ears.

His magic armor, which had been passed down for generations by the elven tribe, was already in tatters, and the left arm that housed the ghosts and gods was hanging down weakly at the moment, and blood was constantly dripping from his fingertips. On the left shoulder, there was a deep wound that could be seen in the bone, and at a glance, the skin and flesh turned out, which was quite terrifying.

Not only that, but Midi's face was also extremely ugly, having turned a frosty blue like a stone from blood loss, and her lips were even whiter, as if she were dead.

Only those black eyes are still frighteningly bright, and what is burning in them is the fighting spirit that cannot be extinguished.

It's just that there is no way to reverse the current extreme disadvantage by relying on fighting spirit alone.

The three female ghost swords that were tightly bitten behind her gave Midi a headache. These three female ghost swords are all level 30, and after chasing them all the way, Midi has already understood their professions - the white-haired one is the Demon Breaker, who uses the snake-belly sword, the silver-haired one is the sword rider, who uses the thin sword, and the gray-haired one is the Dark Knight, who uses the magic sword.

The snake-bellied sword is extremely agile, with no dead ends, and is suitable for mid-distance containment.

The thin sword is a fast thrust, extremely fast, and good at close-range fast fighting.

Once the magic sword is wielded, it is a piece of indiscriminate bombardment, which can instantly control a huge range.

The perfect cooperation between the three of them made Midi have no idea where to start, let alone fight and run, and he didn't even have a chance to release an ice formation to contain it.

What's worse is that the ghost god that resides in Midi's left arm is basically ineffective against these three female ghost swords.

Midi wasn't surprised, because from the moment he met Wiseman, he had already known the true identities of the three female ghost swords—the artificial creations of the Imperial Alchemists' Guild, the test subjects of the Bilmark Test Field. Nestled in their left arms is not a real ghost, but a special kind of magic crystal. This kind of pseudo-ghost god has many natural defects, however, it is immune to the natural level suppression of other ghosts and gods by Midi ghost gods.

It's as if a king can make nobles, knights, and commoners kneel, but he can't make a lifeless wax figure bow.

At this moment, the counterfeit is even more of a headache.

However, compared to the headache-inducing female ghost sword, their master can only be described as terrifying.

The "Hand of Nightmares" Wiseman Newton, in his previous life, was the chief agent of the Delos Empire in Belmar, and the Seth family and the Bloodblade Thieves were just a dog under him. Even against the Falcon Regiment, this crazy guy never backed down at all, and even made Midi suffer countless times.

And in this life, although he is still not famous at the moment, he is already a necromancer with a level of 45.

No matter how rich Rao is in combat, Midi is only level 28 after all, and he is still a melee class. The 17-level gap was like a trench between him and Wiseman, completely cutting off any possibility of skipping the challenge. Midi estimated that if he was hit by the full force of the "Nightmare Hand", his body would be immediately corroded, and there would be no way to resist.

What scares Midi even more is not Wiseman's admirable rank, but his crazy and senseless personality.

In Wiseman's eyes, everything is just a toy, whether it's power, honor, or the experiments themselves. The "Nightmare Hand" is not attached to a particular thing, as long as it can attract his attention, he will plunder, study, and when he gets tired of playing, he will discard and destroy.

Like this moment in time.

Failing to catch the Witch of the Mist at the last moment of the last moment must be a little frustrating, right?

Do you have to hesitate to deal with the enemy in front of you who has done a bad thing, or to turn back to the battlefield and catch the witch again, right?

However, these negative emotions, hesitant thoughts, did not appear in Wiseman at all. Upon discovering that Alice hadn't been teleported, the necromancer simply shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, and immediately began to attack Midi with all his might!

Let's catch one of them, anyway, it's not a loss!

The light that came out of Wiseman's squinted eyes seemed to tell the truth.

It's like playing like a cat and a mouse, rather than being in the middle of an iron-clad war.

This relaxed but dangerous attitude is like a cage for Midi, who is good at calculation, reasoning and tactics, and he can't find a way out, trapped him so hard that he can't get out.

Will you be caught experimenting, or will you simply be killed here?

For the first time since her rebirth, a gray thought of despair appeared in Midi's heart.

He had worked hard enough, not only hard, but also using all his experience, all kinds of predictions for the future, all the advantages of rebirth. However, such a strong accumulation, bit by bit, at this moment, in the face of a stronger enemy, it seems so fragile and vulnerable.

Glancing at the bleeding wound on his shoulder, which he didn't even have a chance to bandage, Midi couldn't help but smile bitterly.

However, it is also a matter of course.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch is behind.

In the previous life, Midi was the ignorant and stupid cicada, so the last thing to face was only the two blades of the praying mantis. In this life, however, he has become an alert and aggressive praying mantis, so he must face the iron beak that runs through everything in the Yellow Sparrow.

The stronger you are, the higher the stage you will play, and of course, you will encounter stronger enemies.

Wiseman Newton, the "hand of nightmares", is just a manifestation of this law.

Even without him, Midi would have faced other enemies with overwhelming superiority in such a noble war, because he had risen too quickly, and the time left for him to settle and grow was too short.

This is called fate.

An eternal shackle that cannot be shaken off even by being born again.

Fate?

The moment the word flashed through his mind, Midi couldn't help but clench his fists.

Isn't the reason why I was reborn to fight against fate?

For a moment, he suddenly remembered Fina, who had red hair, like a battlefield Valkyrie, and Alice, who had black hair like a waterfall and looked like an iceberg beauty. At this moment, the girls are also doing their best to fight on the battlefield, right? How can they be so discouraged and admit defeat like this?

Maybe the current self is just unrequited love, and the bond between the two parties is far from being intimate, but if they really die like this, they should also feel sad, right?

Thinking of the sad expressions of Fina and Alice, the pain and despair of the previous life, and finally the grandeur and oath since his rebirth, Midi's whole body suddenly struck a spirit, and the ghost god in his left arm seemed to roar again at this moment.

Can't die!

Even if it is the shackles of fate, you must not die!

We must live, to this destiny, to all to see!

In those black pupils, a silver flame instantly ignited. The next moment, with an extremely fast incantation, countless ice cubes bloomed directly at Midi's feet!

Midi, who had been prepared for a long time, was like an illusory smoke, shuttling through countless sharp ice cubes, and unexpectedly crossed over unscathed. However, the three female ghost swords behind were caught off guard, and their speed was greatly reduced in an instant, and more than ten seconds later, when they finally crossed the ice formation, Midi's figure had disappeared among the lush branches and leaves.

"Do you think you'll be able to get away with it? Wiseman, who was riding on a skeleton horse, sneered, stretched out his staff, and pointed in one direction without hesitation, "Chase, right there!"

Midi certainly didn't expect to escape with an ice formation.

But when he began to fully activate the ghost in his left arm, it was difficult for Wiseman and his party to lock him in the range of fire.

The two sides just followed one after the other, and launched a dangerous pursuit battle in the dense forest.

After a few hours, the night became thick and darkness began to spread, as if there were many black-winged night birds, flying in the blue sky, silently, dimming everything and absorbing all light.

Midi crossed a shallow stream panting, and now he had no strength to pass even a little over the stones, so he could only shuffle along, and suddenly the water splashed and made a rattling sound. At the end of the creek is a magnificent group of waterfalls, three or four waterfalls hanging in the air, a curtain of water, a cold mist rising, and the surrounding vegetation is dense, obviously a good place to hide.

At this moment, Midi finally exerted his strength, and he summoned his precious physical strength, and leaped forward, several vertical jumps, and pointed on the protruding cliff, and soon crossed the first waterfall. Then, without hesitation, Midi climbed onto the rocks at the top of the second waterfall, but instead of turning over, he leaped back, and after stepping over a shallow pool, the cat quickly burrowed into the bushes on the left.

Twenty years after being reborn, Midi is not only a nobleman, a ghost swordsman, and a commander of the fallen country, but also a standard adventurer. In his previous life, many times, he had to get rid of not only humans, but also various magical beasts with a keen sense of smell and strong night vision.

It was already night, and the whole environment was even more favorable to Midi.

After about ten minutes, three female ghost swords appeared under the waterfall, they looked left and right, but they couldn't find any traces to trace, and obviously lost their direction.

Wiseman arrived, and the powerful necromancer frowned rarely, and then recited a lengthy incantation before extending his staff out of the arc and sweeping a wide area.

"Master, there are traces of climbing there!" The white-haired female ghost sword's eyes lit up.

"Fake, go west and search them all, don't give him a chance to rest!" Wiseman said lazily, then yawned, "I'm a little sleepy, I'll rest first." ”

The three female ghost swords did not complain and immediately rushed into the bushes on the left without hesitation.

After about half an hour, the crunch of swords clashing, the roar of magic explosions resounded in the silence of the night, and after a scuffle, Midi fled in a hurry, and after several twists and turns, he finally broke free from the entanglement of the female ghost swords and hid in the shadows again.

Such a scene has been played out many times tonight.

The female ghost swords don't need to rest, as test subjects, their pain and fatigue can be compensated directly at the cost of lifespan, and they can fight forever until their heads are cut off or their life is exhausted.

Wiseman can sleep casually, the necromancer has many kinds of enchantments to protect himself, and he is not afraid of Midi's sneak attack at all, and he even expects Midi's sneak attack. But even if Midi doesn't sneak attack, the next morning, Wiseman will start a new round of hunting with the fullest spirit.

And Midi, as a normal human who needs to rest, can only see the stitches, barely squint for half an hour after getting rid of his opponent, or light sleep, once he feels the killing intent, he has to get up and fight immediately, and then try to get rid of it again.

At the end of the night, Midi's physical strength was undoubtedly consumed a lot, and his energy was greatly reduced.

But in any case, he at least survived the night.

And time is always on the side of Midi, because the black-haired boy is convinced that the girls will win the final victory, even if they are no longer on the battlefield.

And he has no doubt that Fina and Alice will definitely come to search for him, find him, and then fight side by side with him to face any strong enemy.

Every minute and second that passed, there was an extra chance of victory for Midi, so that he could break free from the shackles of fate little by little.

Therefore, even if the pain and exhaustion are deep in the bone marrow, he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

Until dawn comes.