I was born in a ¡®peaceful¡¯ era, but I didn¡¯t know at that time that a catastrophe was brewing undercurrent. Due to my family background, I practiced fighting skills since I was a child, and people around me were praising my talent. []
It was incredible for everyone that a twelve-year-old girl could use a wooden sword to knock down an adult man who used a real sword. Soon after, when I was fifteen, I set foot on the battlefield for the first time. When I first entered the battlefield, I had no other choice. I didn't even feel anything about what people call fear. A battle that must be won. This trial given to me was meaningless to me.
After that, I went through countless battles and won the position of general with excellent performance. I was not satisfied because I just took it for granted.
It was not until the catastrophe began that I truly felt the powerlessness of human beings. The tide of monsters made all human soldiers lose their will to fight. Even I, who had never felt fear, almost gave up on this war.
My army has almost been slaughtered, and mutilated corpses are scattered all over the battlefield. Whether they are enemies or friends, blood has been left along my long hair. My eyes are soaked with blood, and I feel like the whole world has been dyed. A blaze of red.
I swung my sword, burning my last willpower, and slashed at the enemies, one after another. I suddenly felt that in this inevitable killing, my strength gradually came back, abandoning the opponent. My obsession with death seems stronger than ever.
But this did not change my outcome. After killing all the enemies around me, I found that my body could no longer move half an inch, and the blood had covered the armor. I knelt down on one knee with my sword in hand, ready to welcome the death. Advent.
At that moment, the God of Death really came and appeared in front of me. This was different from the God of Death that I imagined leading the dead to their destination. It was a God of Death wearing armor.
I raised my head and saw the ¡®god of death¡¯, strange yet familiar.
The monsters that rushed towards me like a tide were wiped out by the snap of the man in front of me, and even the dregs were blown away by the wind without a trace.
At that moment, I felt extremely sleepy in my heart. I wanted to sleep. I knew that maybe when I closed my eyes, I would never be able to open them again, but the sleepiness prevented my brain from thinking too much.
When I opened my eyes again, the man was standing next to me. I looked around, and it was still the bloody battlefield, but the difference was that I saw a scene I couldn't see before.
Soul, the real soul, I suddenly felt a hunger, subconsciously touched the soul, and my body sucked it into my fingertips like an attraction.
I felt changes in my body. I felt no pain, no warmth, and no brilliant colors. Even though the scenery was the same as before, in my eyes, there was only the red color of blood.
Killing Knight Wall walked step by step toward the room she had targeted. Scenes of past events echoed in her heart that no longer beat. Her former companions, disasters, had died in front of her, but now they appeared here again.
The death knight beside him - Rhodes, his sister summoned the disaster. Thinking of this, Wall's pace involuntarily accelerated.
The werewolf Rayman in Lorna's room was already ready for battle when Wall and Rhodes approached the tomb. He held two bone-claw scimitars in his hands.
The door of the room shattered with a crisp sound and shattered into pieces. A red figure stepped into the room. She saw the man standing in the room. The green aura emanating from the man was nothing but disaster. There may be others who can do it.
No one could see the corners of her mouth raised under the terrifying helmet, but everyone present saw her pulling the giant bow.
Rayman's double swords had separated from his hands and shot at Wall under the control of the green aura, but Rhodes blocked them. A huge sword no less big than the poppy held by Lorna blocked the bone claw's attack. attack.
"You, the weakest among the four, are weaker than before. You are so weak that I have lost interest in fighting you. Disaster."
A full string of energy arrows was shot out, and the two scimitars thrown by Rayman returned to his hands at this time, driven by the green talisman energy. The energy arrows arrived in front of Rayman in an instant, but they did not cause any harm to him.
The two swords were waved in front of him at an extremely fast speed, and the red energy arrows gradually weakened with each wave of the sword.However, the place that was only a few millimeters away from Rayman completely dissipated without a trace.
Rhodes has already made preparations for a battle. In his opinion, this Death Knight, known as the Disaster, is exaggerated. At least now, it seems that the opponent's strength is much worse than his own.
"Don't underestimate your opponent. After all, he is a death knight with the name of disaster. He is one of the four knights of the apocalypse. He cannot be taken lightly"
Wall walked past Rhodes and walked towards Lorna who was sleeping on the chair, while Rhodes was ready to stop the death knight Rayman.
The battle started at lightning speed without any warning, but Rhodes suffered a big loss at the beginning of the battle, not because he underestimated the enemy, but because he did not expect that the opponent could defeat him in the blink of an eye. There was a huge change, and accompanied by the ethereal wolf howl, Rayman transformed into a huge werewolf death knight and brandished his bone claws and instantly broke through Rhodes' defense.
After Rhodes became a death knight, he faced countless enemies known for their speed, among which the fastest was the Black Elf's Demon Sword Dancer.
Sword Dancer: The most famous unit among the black elves, they use extremely fast speed and smooth dancing of their swords to cause fatal damage to the enemy at strange angles.
?? And the magic tattoos on the Magic Pattern Sword Dancers' bodies have enhanced their instantaneous explosive power. The naked eyes of ordinary people can't even capture their movement trajectories when they move quickly.
Rhodes once faced two sword dancers alone, one of whom was the magic pattern sword dancer with a magic tattoo. Although it felt a little tricky due to the opponent's speed advantage at the time, he could still handle it. This time, Rhodes was With just one blow, Lehman chopped the armor on his shoulder to pieces, and the wound was so deep that the bones were visible, but Rhodes's death knight's body made him just treat it as a skin injury.
Lehman seemed to be uncomfortable with his speed and almost hit the opposite wall. Such a small mistake allowed Rhodes to use his talisman to repair the injury on his shoulder.
But the second round of battle that Rhodes was looking forward to did not start, because the werewolf death knight had changed its target, passed Rhodes, and rushed straight towards the killing knight Wall