Chapter 1117 Sparks

Xilin fell heavily to the ground. Perhaps the pain sensation exceeded the upper limit of his nerve threshold in an instant. At this moment, he could not feel any pain at all. Along with it, other senses were like kites with broken strings.

They lost contact one after another, and only the self-concept of "Xilin" still lingered in his mind that gradually became chaotic.

"It's really...an experience I've never had before..."

The muffled voice echoed in Xilin's mind, and he felt like a ghost trapped in a statue.

The entire field of vision became blurred and chaotic, and the various pictures in front of him were like oil paintings immersed in water. The paints smudged out and turned into large areas of tones.

Xilin's remaining consciousness tried to distinguish what he saw, but no matter how hard he looked, all Xilin could see was a bright golden color that was constantly squirming and striding towards him.

This color must be very heavy, like a strong giant.

Xilin can feel this from his skin that has become numb and hard. His body is falling on the flesh-and-blood earth, clinging to the sticky ground. Along with the golden advancement, a slight

The tremor is getting closer.

"Ha ha……"

A strong sense of suffocation strangled Xilin's throat. He instinctively took a big breath, but his throat felt sore and swollen, as if something was blocked inside.

The numb pain gradually returned, just like Xilin's soul returned to his body. A burst of heartbreaking pain spread from Xilin's chest. He instinctively spasmed. In the painful struggle, he rolled helplessly and vomited.

There was a large amount of blood stains.

A large amount of blood spread out and merged with the pool of blood that had been stored under Xilin's body. The color of the blood was dark red, and it was soaked with a lot of minced meat, like broken internal organs, which were also vomited by Xilin.

came out.

At this moment, Xilin finally felt a lot more relaxed. He breathed freely. At the same time, the buzzing around his ears gradually faded away, and the noise of the battlefield came in again.

"Xilin..."

Someone seemed to be calling his name, and he was also saying something else, but those sounds were greatly distorted by his damaged hearing. When they reached Xilin's ears, only segments of distortion remained.

The noise is like a broken radio that is making meaningless noises.

Xilin blinked hard, and the blood that overflowed from his forehead cast a bright red filter on his vision. He raised his hand and tried to rub his eyes, but found that he had failed.

At this time, Xilin tried his best to look at his raised arm, and the blurry picture gradually became clearer. He saw that his entire left hand had disappeared, leaving only a bloody section, and the continuous growth on the section.

Swaying granules.

Chaos thoughts gradually became clearer, and then Xilin belatedly remembered that his left hand had been cut off by the enemy's sword in the previous battle.

The opponent's sword blade was attached with extremely powerful ether. Not only did the sword break through his own etheric defense, it also suppressed his own etheric transformation, causing substantial damage to his own body.

The power was so violent that Xilin couldn't help but suspect that this power had also spread to his own alchemy matrix, leaving such a shocking scar on the complicated and exquisite painting.

Oh... By the way, the enemy...

Xilin gritted his teeth. His thoughts were like a bunch of rusty gears, biting each other hard. In a burst of intense trembling and sparks, a name emerged in Xilin's chaotic mind.

"Servis..."

This name was like a spell, and Xilin's almost distracted eyes reunited, and raging anger ignited from the bottom of his eyes.

"The First King! Servais!"

Xilin roared, cursing the enemy he swore to destroy. At this moment, his broken senses reset, and the dizzy picture in front of him became clear.

I saw Servais striding towards the cylinder calmly, raising the rough blade, and licking the remaining blood of the cylinder on the blade with his scarlet tongue.

"Xilin, you taste very good, we will taste you carefully."

The sprouts that grew out of the wounds of the cylinder shook violently a few more times, as if they understood Servais's words. They tried to engulf the cylinder completely, but the cylinder had not yet been completely defeated, and the moment soul was critical.

The defense against the etherification remains the same, no matter how they twist, they will never be able to spread any further.

Xilin looked at Servais with red eyes, and grabbed the cracked Core Flame Sword with his only arm. He struggled to stand up with the sword, but the stinging pain from his right leg almost made him fall down again.

Looking down, Xilin realized that his right foot had completely disappeared from the ankle. Just like his broken left hand, the wound was covered with scarlet granulation and was bleeding gurglingly.

The fuzzy memory gradually became clear, and Xilin recalled the experience of just a few minutes. It was obviously such a short time, but now that he recalled it, it seemed so long.

Palmer rescued Boluogo, and the two of them went straight to the depths of the Pillar of Kingship, trying to destroy the core heart. Boluogo asked himself to hold off Servais, and Xilin did his best to delay it.

only……

It's just that the crowned one is still too powerful, which is beyond the understanding of reason. In just a few minutes, Xilin was seriously injured and almost died.

"Can you understand the gap between us now?"

Servais raised his hand and reached towards Xilin. Xilin tried to fight back with his sword, but his thoughts flashed through his mind a thousand times, but his body seemed to be disobedient and unable to do anything substantial.

reaction.

"How pitiful..."

Servais grabbed Xilin's head, held it tightly with his five fingers, and directly lifted him up with one hand.

"Before this, you still had some value, and I was reluctant to kill you, but now... you are worthless, Xilin."

Servais raised the blade of the sword, and the sharp and twisted tip of the sword touched Xilin's heart. The blade slightly pierced the flesh and blood and sank into Xilin's skin. Before it could completely pierce Xilin's heart, clusters of granulations emerged from it.

The wound grew like crazy.

Xilin shivered in pain a few times, but still gritted his teeth and did not let out a single cry of grief, refusing to let this monster with a head have fun.

"I……"

A vague voice sounded from Xilin's throat. Servais playfully pulled Xilin closer and listened to his words, "What did you say?"

"I said...I will kill you, I swear!"

Xilin mobilized the remaining ether in his body, and the devil's crazy power erupted from his remains. The protection and soul-sucking spirit came again, like an invisible hammer, beating Servais's body.

But no matter how hard Xi Lin tried his best, the protection only swayed a little bit of ether from the surface of Servis' body. Then, he plundered the ether and forcefully stuffed it into Xi Lin's alchemy matrix, and once again burst out a little bit of ether.

of cracks.

In order to achieve the goal that Boluogo delayed, Xilin did fight to the limit. His flesh and blood body suffered repeated heavy injuries, and the alchemy matrix also continuously forcibly activated the protection, damaging soul scars one after another.

But even after paying such a price, Xilin still failed to hold Servais back. Not only that, he was about to die in his hands.

But even so, Xilin still stubbornly waved the Core Flame Sword, and the flames ignited again, slashing Servis's arm at close range.

"I! I will never admit defeat!"

Xilin roared, it was hard to imagine that such a broken body could still make such a roar.

At this point in the battle, the obsession that supports Xilin is not only Boluogo's plan, but also Xilin's most essential desire for revenge.

But unfortunately, reality is cold and bound by iron laws. It will not change due to your anger or obsession. It will only follow the cold logic and place the established reality before you.

in front of my eyes.

Just like even if Xilin gave up all his soul, the Glorious One would still be unable to compete with the Crowned One.

Let you struggle hysterically and helplessly.

Before the Core Flame Sword fell, the rough blade brought up a gust of cold wind. The strangled Xilin was like a target, and the blade penetrated his chest and pierced his back without any hindrance.

Xilin felt a metallic chill pass through his body, making his own hot blood feel a little colder.

The sword of core flame struck Servis's arm tiredly, as if it hit a piece of solid armor. Just like before, with a slight trembling sound, the blade was bounced away, and this time Xilin even held the sword.

His strength was gone, and he just watched helplessly as the sword fell to the ground.

Servais raised his foot and crushed the core flame sword full of cracks. The harsh shattering sound echoed in Xilin's ears, as if something was also shattered.

"Really boring."

Like tearing off a piece of rotten flesh, Servais pulled Xilin off the blade and threw it aside casually.

Xilin rolled several times and fell to the ground. There was a pool of blood under his body again. He was completely unable to move. Only his damaged chest was still heaving feebly.

This...this may be my limit.

Xilin fell to the ground exhausted, looking helplessly at the dark clouds gradually gathering above his head. They blocked the bright moonlight again, the bright light disappeared, and the red-hot clouds once again filled the despair.

"Is this still the case in the end?"

Xilin whispered in his heart, the absolute power of the crowned person defeated all Xilin's counterattacks, and also suppressed Xilin's anger.

The gap between him and Servais was still too big. Under this chasm-like boundary, all Xilin's resistance turned into incompetent rage. In the end, he could only fall to the ground like a wounded beast, hysterically.

Howling.

Servais probably wanted to see his broken side so that he could humiliate himself.

Xilin understood Servais's intention, so even though he was in this state, he still maintained his rationality. At the same time, blood was continuously pouring out from the wound, and his own ether was also rapidly weakening.

Without the protection of the ether, the granules crawled along Xilin's skin.

Like what often happens in stories, everyone gets the ultimate peace before death.

At this moment, Xilin's heart felt inexplicably peaceful. He suspected that this might be due to excessive blood loss that had dulled his brain... or it might be that he had truly entered a state of despair that he did not want to believe.

"I still lost..."

Xilin murmured to himself, his face showed no expression, but a few tears overflowed from his eyes.
To be continued...