The Legend of Fatality

"Then you are a fool," Ganratcha mocked Charlie's choice with disdain, then growled and cursed. "I am going to peel off your bones and feed your gut to the beast. You will see your people suffer and your kingdom is destroyed. Eternal pain will await you."

"You are such a poor fellow." Charlie shook his head and said pityfully. "You are just slaves of resentment and abhorrence, swallowed by the pain and toxins they bring. Your heart is already rotten. What you bring to this ancient and magical forest is only shame. You failed to use you The lies and fantasies created by the evil magic destroy me. You cannot scare me, your threats are meaningless to me. You are afraid of me, otherwise why are you troubled by the failure to seduce me? You are afraid of me because you know The path I chose is correct. "

In response to Charlie's words, the extremely charming beauty on Ganratcha's face disappeared, replaced by a wooden mask of evil and anger. Her cracked wood lips slipped back, revealing green needle-like teeth and greasy black gums, and her slender, tender body turned into a corpse made of wood and thorns. Then she rushed at him, her fingers turned into sharp points, and then waved her branch-like arm to stab him.

When Ganlaca started to change, Charlie pulled out the Galamont sword. Immediately afterwards, the lady's light filled his whole body, directing his arms to move, eliminating all his doubts.

When Ganratsa rushed towards him in the air, he stepped forward to meet her, holding his sword with both hands, inserting the Galamont sword into her body, and piercing it with its burning blade she was. The blow completely eliminated her momentum and prevented her momentum. She stood there blankly, her face only a few inches away from his face. Dark, juice-like pus slipped off his hilt.

"Everything is over," Charlie said.

"Only you think so." The dead tree-like body that hung on the sword gave a ghostly roar, and her breath smelled of wormwood, and the rotten smell came to Charlie.

Charlie frowned, lowered his head, and looked down. Two thorny arms had pierced his breastplate, and even the thick armor could not stop the branch-like arms.

Ganratza's sharp, bladed arm pierced his body straight, and a three-foot arm protruded from his back. He felt no pain, as if his body still could not accept this reality, but blood kept flowing from the two wounds in his chest. When it slipped off his armored body and legs, it looked extremely bright and energetic.

For a while, the two of them were stuck together, Ganlaca was pierced by Charamont's sword and held high in the air, and Charlie was penetrated by her. Then she let go of her arms, and her rough claws became slender and elven arms, and the barbed bark became smooth skin. Her thin arms were covered with blood from her fingertips to her elbows, and when she pulled them out of his body, Charlie took a breath. Blood gushed from his wound like a torrent, and suffocating red foam came from his throat.

When he let go of the blade weakly, the white flame on the sword flickered and went out, so Ganratsa fell from the sky. She knelt down in the snow, and now she is wearing an elven costume. Charlie's blade was still embedded in the wound on her stomach, and there was no hilt. She grasped it with both hands and tried to pull it out. Nonetheless, despite her pain, she smiled cruelly at Charlie and enjoyed his pain.

Charlie stood shaky, his blood spewing out of his body. His wound is fatal. He wanted to speak, but his throat was filled with blood, making him speechless. He vaguely noticed that Ganratsa had become illusory like mist, her eyes shone with the passage of time, and as her body disappeared, she left the sword of Galamont on the ground. He tried to walk towards it, but he stumbled and fell in the snow. He struggled to stand up, determined to recapture the sword, but still staggered to the edge of the rocky headland. He turned around when he fell and walked desperately towards the sleeping goddess.

The icy air roared past him, and it seemed that the force of the wind had begun to increase, blowing him upside down. He couldn't even control his footsteps. He hit the ice heavily and lay on his back on the ground. After a while, his body was full of blood.

He knew he had to stand up, but he felt too tired, and his limbs no longer seemed to be under his control. The only thing he can do here is to keep his eyes wide open and keep them from closing ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Circle. But he didn't feel cold, even lying on the ice, although he vaguely knew it was a bad sign, he couldn't summon the courage to cheer up.

Charlie turned his head gently, trying to keep himself awake.

He could see the base of the goddess when she was sleeping, and a smile appeared on his already blue lips. He blinked and seemed to see another figure standing beside her, but he couldn't concentrate and couldn't tell who it was. But he knew that it was not Gancha because she had already left. He drove her out of this kingdom. Looking from here, the second person seems to have a long horn. No, it took him a while to realize that it was a helmet. Gucerros.

He saw the elf warrior who did not know when to wake up and came here kneeling next to the sleeping goddess, leaning over and kissing her cold lips.

It seemed that in an instant, Charlie's surroundings suddenly changed. The abnormal winter has passed, and spring has begun to thrive and flourish. The dense grass and saplings squeezed out of the rapidly shrinking snow, and the buds germinated and stretched on the branches. Hyacinths bloom in natural colors, and butterflies fly in the air. The ice at Charlie's feet melted and he fell into the lake below.

The weight of the armor dragged him down, but he had no strength to fight his sinking. When he watched the flashing light on the water gradually recede above him, he was neither afraid nor regretful. Ribbon-like water plants were floating peacefully around him, and as he sank, the surrounding light began to dim. When he gently sank to the bottom of the lake, he felt very calm inside.

A string of thin bubbles came out of his mouth, then stopped.