Chapter 37 Avenge Me, Brother

When there are distracting thoughts in his mind, his movements naturally slow down.

But the boss's attack would not stop me because of my slow movements. The half-human-sized palm, wrapped in the whistling wind, rushed towards my body and slapped me.

wipe!

After reacting, I cursed and tried to dodge, but it was already too late.

The giant palm was close at hand, and the lines on it were clearly visible. I could even see a piece of rotten flesh with dead skin stuck between the fingers.

The piece of dead skin was light green, and as expected, they were having internal strife in the nest.

The three elite goblin warriors who rebelled were beaten to death by their master!

The wind from my palm made my scalp numb. I shuddered and came to my senses in an instant: I'm not Conan, so what's the point of reasoning?

He raised his arms high and held the short spear across his chest, making a less than standard defensive posture.

What followed was an angry slap from the tauren boss!

Huge force came from the short spear, along my arms, and rushed into my body.

This tearing pain and overwhelming impact are exactly the same as last time!

There was a crisp click, and the strong short spear broke instantly and became a broken spear.

My body, like a thrown sandbag, drew an irregular arc and hit the wall heavily.

puff!

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and I collapsed on the ground, gasping in pain.

"Really. Really [his] mother, so happy!"

I gritted my teeth and burst out word by word. Blood flowed from the gap between my teeth and the corners of my mouth, into my collar, and soaked my coat.

I exhaled with difficulty, as if there was a steel nail in my chest, constantly piercing my chest and lungs. Every breath made me miserable.

If I was not mistaken, at least half of the ribs were broken, and one or two of the broken ribs were piercing deeply into my lungs.

I coughed up a mouthful of blood in pain and felt completely unwell.

"Mr. An Xiaoyi!"

Kirk roared, his eyes instantly filled with blood, and his whole body became impulsive. He held the knight's sword and rushed towards the tauren boss again.

This brain-dead believer who loves to pretend to be aloof has already regarded me as his close comrade-in-arms. After seeing me being severely injured, he rushed towards the monster he could not defeat at all costs!

Facing a boss whose speed and strength had been greatly improved, Kirk's impulsive attack was undoubtedly in vain.

When the huge fist swept across Kirk's right shoulder, he couldn't even perform the most basic defensive movements and was knocked out hard.

Like a kicked ball, it hit the wall hard, only two steps away from me.

He suffered heavy injuries and slid down like a puddle of mud, but he did not die on the spot. I don't know whether it was because of his fate or because the God of Creation took special care of him.

Although his life was not lost, the injuries on his body were so serious that it was touching.

The entire right shoulder, together with his arm, collapsed into his body from the ribs on the right side, as if half of his body had suddenly disappeared.

He was also bleeding from the corners of his mouth, and it was bleeding more than me, in a steady stream, as if the faucet was not completely turned off.

Well. .

A painful vibrating sound came from his throat.

"The God who created the world," he said vaguely, "Why didn't you take me away?"

He raised his left hand feebly and placed it on his chest tremblingly. Even though he was in severe pain, he did not stop his pursuit of the God of Creation.

"How are you?"

I turned my head with difficulty and asked in a weak voice.

"Not dead yet," he said with difficulty, blood still flowing from the corners of his mouth.

Suffocating in the severe pain, he continued: "No, but, hurry up..."

The last word 'Le' was not spoken, and the severe pain once again tortured him and suffocated him.

Not far away, the tauren boss seemed to have lost interest in the two of us who were about to die. With heavy and powerful steps, he chased the three Quincys throughout the hall.

Seeing Kirk's painful twitching and listening to his labored breathing, I felt that he was about to die.

Thinking of his impulsive behavior just now, an inexplicable sadness surged in my heart.

"Why do you believe in the God of Creation?"

I said weakly.

For some reason, I suddenly became curious about the reason why he believed in the God of Creation.

Hearing this, his eyes became a little brighter, and he tried to hold up his body with difficulty. However, this move affected the collapsed right half of his body. Under the severe pain, he let out a painful howl.

After breathing rapidly and heavily, he raised his head with difficulty, a trace of melancholy flashed in his eyes: "For, my brother."

"He died to protect me before." There was deep sadness in his eyes, as if it was an unbearable past, and the pain caused by this memory was even more severe than the pain.

However, he did not remain silent because of this and continued: "The bishop said that the stronger his faith, the better his life will be in heaven."

In the end, his tone became calm: "This is what I owe him."

Kirk coughed violently again, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth again.

I sighed softly, but the wound on my chest hurt again. Under the severe pain, I had to lower my head and breathe lightly.

Suddenly, I saw a golden light slowly evaporating from my right arm, like the rising sun, spreading hope!

That is. burn one's boats!

My talent is finally here!

The heart that was about to despair was filled with strength again, and I slowly propped up my body. Every movement was accompanied by severe pain. However, I no longer paid attention to these, just like an unconscious wooden man, with one hand. Holding on to the wall, his other hand held a broken spear with a spearhead.

Kirk looked at me in surprise, not knowing why.

"Can you do me a favor?"

I said weakly, while my eyes were fixed on the tauren boss.

"Say it..."

Kirk breathed hard and touched the wound again.

"Bring the boss here" I said firmly, my eyes full of confidence: "Let me kill him with one blow!"

"good!"

Kirk agreed without hesitation. He gritted his teeth, leaned on one hand, struggled to support his body, supported the wall, and stood up slowly.

Every time he stood up a little, he would unconsciously let out a shrill moan from his throat, and large beads of cold sweat would emerge from his pores, instantly soaking through his clothes.

He struggled to keep his body from falling, panting in pain, paused for a moment, and slowly walked towards the boss, like a tragic warrior.

Suddenly, his footsteps stopped and he did not look back or turn around. He only kept his voice.

"Avenge me, my brother!"

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