When the Juggernaut Comes To the Second Dimension

The dancing sparks, the black blade that pierced the air, and the giant sword that tore the wall together with the strong wind collided with each other from time to time.

In the movement that was so fast that only people could see afterimages, the two sides had confronted countless times. In the countless confrontations, sometimes the blades collided vigorously, and sometimes the swords staggered and the swords clashed.

Yong Ye continued to use the environment to let the light use the giant sword to break down the load-bearing walls and frame pillars of the building, which in turn caused the entire building to collapse.

When the building was overwhelmed and made teeth-stinging rubbing and collapsing sounds, Yong Ye rushed out of the possible coverage of the building's collapse one step ahead of time, wanting to bury the light alive below, and try to see if he can survive under the pressure. Situation teleportation.

If he can't do it, then he will definitely win this battle. Unfortunately... It's a bit biased than expected, even if he is under the weight of a heavy building, he is in a sealed space where even an indestructible King Kong will not be able to move. , but the light can still teleport out unscathed, and appear beside him, facing him with a sword head-on.

Facing the almost endless silver-white giant sword's attacks like this, Yong Ye, who was tired of dealing with it, could be said to have exhausted all his tricks, but he still couldn't restrain the opponent.

"Your strength is indeed different from ordinary physical attacks. It can hurt us daath, but... killing is impossible unless you can defeat human will, and it takes at least 30 times to dormant with serious injuries, counting the earliest Plus just now, you killed me four times, but I cut open the wound on your abdomen again."

In the abandoned hotel lobby, Daath Guang, with a huge sword on his shoulder, stood in the middle of the once magnificent hall, looking at Yong Ye standing on the front counter, or... looking at the wound on his abdomen, and laughed softly.

"Now you, it is impossible to continue to kill me more than three times, how about it? If you catch me without a fight, I can give you pain for the sake of being a strong man."

"Heh... don't you want to fight a duel? Now you've changed your mind again?"

Holding a knife in one hand and pressing on the abdomen with the other to minimize blood loss, Yong Ye, whose face was a little pale due to blood loss, since the wound was too consistent with the previous wound, couldn't help guessing that this daath had once again exchanged his life for the wound, I'm afraid it was deliberately trying to open the wound that had been bandaged before.

As for the reason... I'm afraid it's just for fun, nothing more.

Just like people who play games, they like to challenge all kinds of virtual customs clearance medals that have no practical significance, various difficulties and various requirements. It doesn't matter because they can't die, and it's time to pass the time.

It was as if the battle that would determine his life and death was just a game for daath.

…In fact, it is exactly as Yong Ye expected, fighting without risk is playing a game for Daath, but ordinary people’s games don’t feel pain, and in this game, he himself also feels pain when he is penetrated by a sword.

"A duel is a duel, but if you want, I can give you a good time."

"...No, I promise that the child will come back alive."

"Is that child you're talking about Uki?"

"Um."

"Don't you think about Yingman's real name? Sure enough, if you are willing to swear to kill all humans and live with Eve forever in the future, I can consider making you Adam, and this battle will be over. Or...do you like that clone? Can't bear to ruin her?"

"Forget about Adam. Normal people would not agree to that crazy condition. I may not like that child Qi. I don't know these things until now. After all... I have continued to live such a murderous life. I always feel like something is broken in me..."

"...Is it broken? You are a soldier. If you must say that it is broken, it is a mental problem. Is it the latest term, post-war psychological syndrome that belongs to post-traumatic stress syndrome? This kind of thing Many soldiers who go to the battlefield will get, no... no, no..."

He was not in a hurry to attack, because he hadn't spoken for a long time, Guang who liked to chat very much stroked the beard of his chin, thought for a while in silence, made a guess but quickly denied it himself.

"Judging from the ability and psychological quality you have shown, that kind of problem should not easily arise...Well, speaking of it, how many people have you killed?"

"…who knows."

"It seems that the number is unbelievably large?... Forget it, since you refuse to become Adam, then come on! This time I really want to do my best! If you don't want to die too soon, don't play tricks !"

"..."

Facing Daath Light's attack again, Yong Ye didn't respond, but silently jumped to the side, making the weird self-extending giant sword more than three times longer, and directly took the counter where Yong Ye was before. Then the wall behind was cut in two.

"Hey, hey, hey! Don't run away! Hurry up and come to the decisive battle!"

With the power of a real monster, the huge sword, which was already half the width of the door panel and two meters in length, has been directly increased to about six meters, and it is like a finger in the arm, smiling and constantly sweeping and chasing Yong Ye.

Such a long weapon is used in this building, even if it can be lifted, it should be subject to huge restrictions, but Guang's giant sword cuts and smashes everything, and the concrete walls of the building can't stop him at all, and Even if the building collapsed, he wasn't afraid that he would be crushed underneath.

Facing the light that is more efficient than a professional demolition team and constantly destroying the building, Yongye has a big problem even in close quarters for a while, so he can only run away when he is being chased. During the process, I complained endlessly in my heart.

Sure enough, compared to him, these daath are the real monsters... monsters for various reasons.

In the huge waves of smoke and dust, in order to avoid being crushed to death, Yong Ye had no choice but to jump out of the abandoned hotel again, and quickly jumped into another abandoned shop.

In the lobby on the first floor of the supermarket, he found Guang, who had been pressed underground before, but now appeared in front of him like a lingering ghost, and immediately stopped and raised the long knife horizontally.

Yong Ye, who couldn't react for a while due to exhaustion, couldn't cast a powerful enough flash to cut him in two, could only slash forward and try to block the blow.

However, facing the huge kinetic energy of this ultra-long giant sword wrapped in a strong wind, under such a head-on situation, his hands couldn't withstand the powerful force at all, so that the side of the knife was pressed against his chest, and his whole body was directly crushed by this force. The giant sword flew out.

Boom! ?

Like a baseball being concentrated in front of a baseball bat, Yong Ye, whose legs had been separated from the ground, flew upside down, smashed through the wall behind him, and fell back to the street covered in heavy rain mixed with broken bricks.

The dry clothes he had just put on were completely wet by the howling wind and rain in less than three seconds.

This heavy blow was not so easy to bear, it made Yongye unable to stand up for a while, and could only collapse on his back on the broken bricks.

The strong wind blows away the smoke and dust around him, but the cold rain hits his face relentlessly, and his vision is hazy because of the rain. It seems that the eyes blurred by the heavy rain can no longer see the future.

The heavy rain made the military uniform more and more heavy. The feeling of wet hair sticking to the face and wet clothes sticking to the skin is quite uncomfortable, but if this is compared with the sharp broken bricks piercing the body Pain, but nothing bad to accept.

Yong Ye fell on the ground, the rainwater under his body was gradually stained red by the continuous rainwater flowing from his back and abdomen. Maybe he just closed his eyes like this, and people who didn't know should think he was a dead body.

"you lose."

Step by step, Daath Guang, who walked out of the building without any haste, walked slowly to Yong Ye's body, pressed the restored giant sword against Yong Ye's throat, and issued a declaration of victory.

"Do you have any last words? I will convey them to you for the sake of being a strong man."

"...cough, cough...last words?"

Feeling the cold front pressing on his neck, which obviously pierced his skin, Yong Ye coughed out the congestion in his body, while his brain was running rapidly, desperately trying to find a way out of the dangerous situation.

"Although I really want to leave my last words...Unfortunately, I don't have anyone to leave my last words."

"Then your life is really lonely! If this is the case, I will send you on your way directly, and then...! Huh?!"

Clang!

Without waiting for Guang to finish speaking, Yong Ye suddenly swung the blade in his hand that he had not let go from the beginning to the end, and struck the giant sword from the side, causing Guang, who thought he had given up resisting, to swipe the downward stabbing giant sword across the side. .

Although a cut was cut on the side of the neck, Yong Ye, who was not shaken by it, launched an Alpha surprise attack again in an instant, bullying him head-on and using the Wuji sword to bless the damage, instantly cutting off the damage caused by his negligence. Seemingly caught off guard, Guang's limbs stabbed him in the heart, forcefully pushing him upwards, and nailing him to the wall with a long knife.

"...uh?"

Guang, who had lost his limbs and was nailed to the wall, screamed in pain, and glared at Yong Ye who nailed him to the wall in front of him. He was obviously very dissatisfied with the sudden reversal of the situation, and also felt the damage different from ordinary physical attacks , and the pain that comes with it.

"You, you cunning bastard!"

"...You talk too much."

Yong Ye, who was bleeding from the corner of his mouth, twisted the long knife, then pulled out the long knife suddenly, picked up a steel bar on the ground, and pierced the steel bar imbued with the power of Wuji swordsmanship into Guang's forehead, and then stabbed it again. nailed into the wall.

"---pain!!"