"HAH....! DIE, YOU BASTARD....!"
Duke Archer’s shout rang out loudly in my increasingly blurry world.
All I saw in my blurry world was the figure of a black-armored knight stabbing his black dragon spear into my stomach.
"Ughh...!"
My world felt like it was spinning as the black-armored knight spun his spear, making vomit blood from the painful pressure of the black spear.
"Hahh....hahh... I had to summon my elental spirit, Drakegon....just to defeat you, Atreus Vermillion...! I’ve never felt so desperated and low! Forced to summon Drakegon just to defeat a Vermillion brat like you...?! This is the greatest humiliation I’ve ever felt...!" Duke Archer exclaid.
Damn it.
It turned out that when he seed hysterical earlier, it wasn’t because he was going to lose, but because he felt his pride was being shattered by having to use his elental spirit.
"Drakegon...! Don’t hesitate...! Stab his neck...!"
The damn black-armored knight drew his black spear, making wince in pain again and vomit blood.
He quickly thrust his black spear at my neck again, but I reflexively raised my right hand to block it.
STAB!
"GGHH....!"
The spear blade pierced my right palm.
The Black Star in my right hand reacted imdiately, conjuring a dense black aura to form a magical makeshift shield to block the damn black spear before it reached my neck.
I was already bleeding profusely, but I had to hold on.
If I let my guard down for even a second, this black dragon spear would pierce my neck.
"Black Star,...?! A vow with dragons and golems, it turns out...! A futile effort, Vermillion...! A vow is useless if you die...! And I will prove it...! I will reseal the golems and dragons you manipulated...! No golems or dragons will be allowed to roam free in this land...!" Duke Archer shouted loudly.
"Rants... hahhh... as much as you want, Duke Archer...! I... hhhh... haven’t lost yet...!" I shouted just as loudly as I prepared a combination of black fire magic and black lightning that shot out from my right palm.
BZZZZT...!
BZZZZZT...!
The resulting black lightning imdiately traveled from my right hand to the black dragon spear, and then spread throughout the black-armored knight’s entire body.
And at the sa ti, my black flas penetrated and blazed fiercely, burning the bastard black knight’s body.
WOOSSHH...!
I saw Drakegon trembling violently, its armor partially cracked from the combination of my black lightning and black flas.
"W-what...?! H-how did he break through Drakegon’s defense...?!" Duke Archer’s anxious cry rang out.
Huh... it seed he had never seen his elental spirit so overwheld by .
CRACK...!
CRACK...!
The cracks spread to every side of Drakegon’s black armor, indicating that the combination of my black lightning and black flas, at their optimal levels, was indeed quite effective in terms of damage output.
But the problem now was endurance.
Although my magic was able to accurately hit Drakegon, this bastard Drakegon had managed to injure quite badly.
I was bleeding profusely from the deep wounds in my stomach and right arm.
I could slowly feel my breathing becoming heavier and my vision becoming blurry from the loss of blood.
Even with my fast self-regeneration health, this wound was still too severe to handle, and my health regeneration rate couldn’t keep up with this serious injury.
Which ant it was only a matter of ti before the Drakegon destroy first, or I would die from blood loss.
THUNK!
THUNK!
"GGGHHH....!"
Damn it.
Two magical arrows had just struck in the chest and stomach.
I’d forgotten that Duke Archer could still attack .
Even though he was dying with many broken bones, this bastard was persistent enough to launch his magical arrows.
While the power of his magical arrows wasn’t as strong or nurous as before due to his severe injuries, those two damn magical arrows were incredibly painful.
Ah shit.
My world felt blurry and unclear.
The combined power of my black flas and black lightning weakened, and at the sa ti, Drakegon stabbed deeper until the tip of his black dragon spear almost reached my neck—just a finger’s span away.
"Surrender, Atreus Vermillion...! You’re hopeless...! Either you die with a hole in your neck or you die from my arrow, in the end, you’ll be the loser, you bastard...!" Duke Archer shouted, coughing up blood from the intensity of his angry outburst.
This bastard was still so eager to kill here.
From the armor he was wearing, I could sense his self-regenerating health.
It was strong enough to relieve Duke Archer’s pain and soreness relatively quickly.
I estimated that if I still hadn’t finished him off in a few minutes, his self-regenerating health would allow him to rise again and launch his magical arrow.
Whatever scenario I could conjure, it would all end in my death.
I was truly trapped.
I tried to calm myself, thinking of the most feasible solution to at least save myself from this desperate situation.
"It’s no use, Atreus Vermillion...! Your elental magic is weakening...! I know you have an elental spirit, but you can’t use it because of the severe wound on your right hand...!"
Damn it.
This bastard can read my mind to that extent.
From the mont Drakegon tried to stab my neck with his black dragon spear, I had been trying to summon Rhaevor to help .
But the severe wound on my body limited my magical capabilities.
With my severe injuries and Drakegon’s pressure, I could only use a combination of black fire and black lightning magic.
And this magic combination was gradually weakening as Drakegon’s black spear pierced my right arm, completely disrupting the flow of Black Star’s magic.
Shit.
Am I going to die even though I was one step away from declaring victory against Duke Archer...?
Is this how it will end...?
As my breathing beca heavier, my bones felt crushed, my muscles felt torn, and my world grew increasingly blurry and dark, a woman’s voice rang in my head.
The voice of a woman I longed for in this world that seed to be collapsing.
The voice of a woman who had saved from the darkness of my life.
It’s Leysha.
"Baron Atreus...!"
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