Chapter 177 Similar (below)

The black sword looked at the firm face of Tells for a long time.

"Yes," finally, the black sword slowly nodded, and the corner of his mouth showed a common smile:

"You are indeed a...comet."

Comet...

At that moment, Tyres was shocked and his eyes widened!

"you……"

He involuntarily grasped the head of the world.

"Ah, if it is at this moment, I can't guess your identity," Black Sword shook his head like a smile: "What else to talk about to find a magician?"

"His Royal Highness."

The next moment, he was picked up by the black sword with his right arm!

"Get your sword!"

The black sword chilled, and in the direction of Kilika, he quickly jumped onto a semi-collapsed roof and leaped away.

In the horror, Tells felt the sound of the wind blowing through his ears.

He knows his identity.

Tyres couldn't help but think of the words of King Nunn and Ehida.

[The leader of the mercenary is very different...]

[With a strange long sword...]

[Map of Fuxing Palace...]

[You are the assassin who killed the king-storage, isn't it...]

The heart of Tyres jumped.

What will he do?

But he can't look back.

There was an overwhelming explosion in the distance.

It seems that Kilika is angry.

"What are we going to do?"

For a long while, Taylors reacted. He forced the tension and shock of his heart, and asked with trembling.

"What should I do?" The black sword used his right arm to hold him in his arms, his feet kept on, and he continued to swell with a weak body.

"The Magic of the Blood," the second priest frowned. "That guy... I saw it with my own eyes, she couldn't be sealed by the legendary anti-magic armor..."

"If you can't seal her... rely on those amazing skills, if we want to fight face to face with her..."

There is a worry that is difficult to suppress in the heart of Tyres.

"Of course there is a way," Black Sword is very sure: "There is no enemy that can't be defeated - that creature only exists in the knight's novel, and the name is ‘the protagonist’.”

"Ah?" Taylors snorted: "What?"

"First," the black sword dexterously turned away from the looming tentacle in front: "You have to change your mind."

Taylors glimpsed.

Change... brain?

"You feel that you are weak, are you?"

The black sword bowed his head and let his voice drift down the wind to Tyre's ear: "I feel that facing the guy, the chances of winning are small?"

Tyres opened his mouth and poured into a cold wind, licking his mouth.

"Isn't it," said Tyres, holding the head of the world in his arms, and some depression: "I am weak."

"In the face of such an enemy... Except you, don't say me, even the super-order guys are insignificant."

The black sword heard the words and smirked without a mistake.

"In the words just before Eichda, I am still far from finished," the words of Black Sword suddenly became a bit serious: "And now, you have listened to me."

The black sword was shaped and stopped in front of a low wall. Their side was leaning against a pair of lovers who could not move and embrace each other.

"No, little guy." The black sword's tone is very cold.

In the distance, the sound of the collapse of the house was heard.

It seems that the battle is fierce.

With a black sword in his eyes, Tyres suddenly felt inexplicably nervous.

Just listen to him and categorically:

"You are not weak at all."

This time, listening to the black sword's unquestionable tone, Taylors was really stunned.

"You feel that you have no power and can't stand it. Anyone with a little ability can freely manipulate you?" The black sword lowered his voice, and he hid behind a low wall, listening to the rumors coming from afar. sound.

"Then why are you still standing here?"

"I..." Tyres said in some words: "I am lucky? Occasionally, I am a little clever? Every time I can get away with it..."

The black sword's eyes smashed into a slit, but the light that was revealed inside was unprecedented.

A few seconds later, the leaders of the Brotherhood underestimated, but undoubtedly said: "Only the real weak will regard pure power as a proof of strength."

Tyres raised his eyebrows.

"For the real strong, power is nothing but embellishment."

"The real strength is not how many pounds of heavy axe you can wave, not how fast the sword is stabbed, not how to pull a strong hard bow, not to cut out the knife of the more accurate," Seeing the shoulders of Tyres, the black sword is only slightly A meal, continued with a blank expression: "Not even if you can force tens of thousands of troops to break through a strong city."

"I have seen the powerful strong people of the famous quake, humiliatingly dying in the sacks of the shackles, and seeing the high-powered lord, desperately falling under the servant's axe," the black sword's pupils gather together, between words The chill is compelling: "The magician who has seen the incomprehensible, being scared and panicked by a weak and sick girl, has lost ground."

Tyres took a deep breath and looked up. His brow whispered: "The polar, the lord, and even the magician... It was just a coincidence, in a very rare situation, with some impossible luck, They have a chance to die in the hands of the weak..."

However, Tells said, his voice is slowly weakening.

He was a little stunned, watching the black sword slowly shaking his head.

"You are right," the ordinary man exhaled: "Coincidence, situation, luck, opportunity, etc. - all of this together is the determination of strength and weakness, the difference between the best, the outcome The key to the difference."

Thales licked his eyes and made a slight glimpse.

"what do you mean……"

The black sword slightly curled up his mouth, as if looking at a naughty student: "The real strong, see all the factors that determine the outcome is their own strength."

The sizzle disappeared in the ear.

The next moment, the figure of the black sword rose again!

Taylor closed his eyes and felt the frost and snow coming from the face.

But the words of the Black Sword are still passed into his ears without fail.

"A true powerhouse will turn disadvantages into advantages, turn disadvantages into advantages, turn dead into vitality, and turn absolute into uncertainty. They turn the enemy's power into its weakness and infinitely magnify its own strength."

"They seek hope in the desperate situation, retreat in the loss, and sublimate the good fortune, and turn the accident and accident into their own help."

The black sword stepped over a man who was squatting, and the suffocating pain remained on the face of the deceased.

They turned a halfway lane.

The sound of the front is getting closer and closer.

In the cold wind that shaved, Tyres was cold and gale, and couldn’t help but say: "But..."

But the Black Sword did not allow him to intervene, but continued to speak.

"They are playing chessboards in the vast world, using the mortal beings as chess pieces, treating the heavens and the earth as chess pieces, turning the seemingly simple confrontation battle into a supreme game of winning and losing," Black Sword took a deep breath and looked up. To the sky: "This kind of person who turns the enemy into everything I have, and regards factors including the enemy, himself, the situation, and luck as the chips..."

"This kind of person who holds everything in his hands, integrates the world into his heart, and puts the whole picture in his eyes..."

"I am qualified to be called," Black Sword hangs his head, and the deep meaning in his eyes makes Taylors unconsciously stunned and listens to him quietly:

"The real powerhouse."

Kilika’s sizzling sounds are clearly audible and even closer.

The two were silent for a while, and only the snow that had blown their faces reminded them of their situation.

Tyres slowly opened his mouth, and after hesitating for a while, he finally opened his mouth.

"But," Tyres showed a bitter smile, which made him look rather awkward: "The existence of a foul like a magician, no matter what the intrigue, consider how many factors..."

"There are limited effects."

"You are wrong again." Black sword cold face.

The black sword made a sharp turn, holding the taylor in his arms, and a slipper slid over a dry, ditching ditch.

This action was a little anxious, and Tyres only felt dizzy.

"Even those who seem to have incomparable power, who ruin their hands and destroy the country, so that they are invincible, even undead..."

Having said that, the Black Sword seems to deliberately look around the ruins around the circle, but Taylors can only squint and try to reduce the balance of the black sword's body.

"If you can't do this," Black Sword patted the ground and jumped up. He looked up and snorted: "It's still a weak one - at best it's a stronger weak."

In the distance, the multi-headed snake is already in front of you and is clearly eye-catching.

"Is it not found us?" Taylors was a little nervous.

"I have my method," Black Sword looked at him with disapproval. "How do you think I survived from the hands of the blood magician?"

They stopped again, and the black sword reached out and touched a ground, closing his eyes slightly.

It’s like feeling something.

But his words rang again.

“All in all, for the real strong, they – even those who are plagued, even if they seem to be unstoppable – are nothing but a slightly larger piece on the board.”

"As long as this big piece is removed from their board for your reasons," Black Sword retracted the hand that touched the ground and gently tapped the head of the world in the hands of Thales. Wisdom and savvy: "These so-called 'invincible' are useless and even ridiculous."

Tyres lowered his head thoughtfully.

The black sword took a deep breath and his eyes were faint and deep, as if he had fallen into the memories of the past.

Just listen to his tone:

"Have you ever seen a swordsman who lost his arms and cried when he woke up?"

Taylors glimpsed.

The black sword is still going on:

"Have you seen the elite scouts of the thousands of miles on the day, after the leg bones are broken, how can you drink alcohol?"

"Have you seen a high-ranking official who lost his power status, madness in the countryside, and madness at night?"

"Have you ever seen a sin-fighting sinner who has been sinned in prison, wants to sever in prison, is it devastating?"

"Have you seen the millennial aristocrats who were deprived of their surnames, like the most desperate shackles?"

"Have you seen a powerful, unrivalled, horrible disaster, in front of a small legendary anti-magic arm, trembled and fled?"

"I have seen it." The man faintly said.

Taylor's breathing began to increase and bold.

"Ah," Taylors exhaled with a sigh of relief, showing a tired smile: "Golden Finger Dependence."

"But I have seen more than them." Black Sword did not understand his words, just took a deep breath, as if to concentrate.

"I have seen the prince who fell into the enemy's hands overnight, with both legs broken, stigma, and a despicable slave. In two years, he overthrew the slave owner, took the new army, and traveled thousands of miles back to the king. legend."

"I have seen weak women who have been deprived of all strength and have no power to bind their chickens. They are turning like a wind between the unscrupulous enemies. They use soft voices and graceful words. They use eloquence and eloquence to kill people invisible. Breaking the army in an instant of terror."

Taylors did not speak.

The black sword frowned slightly, and the palm of the hand pressed the ground in the other direction.

Black Sword's keen perception, feedback to his precious battlefield intelligence.

Someone is confronting and arguing with the blood magician.

Two.

According to this situation - it is most likely a guy with a legendary anti-magic arm.

The opportunity is good.

But it is not the best chance.

Be patient.

"That is the real strong." The black sword of the heart is used to return to God, slowly nodding, seems to confirm the safety of the path ahead.

"The existence of such a person, out of all the constraints of power, power, and status - can shine everywhere, even the smallest ants can incite the supreme god."

Tyres slowly frowned: "Are you such a person?"

The black sword is silent.

"No," the man's tone was low: "I can only be one of those who struggle to catch up with them."

"But you, little guy."

"You have this potential," Black Sword turned his gaze, his eyes cut like Tyler's face like a blade: "You are surprised at your performance on the cliff."

Tyres widened his eyes.

"There are fewer pieces in your hand than everyone else, but you try to seize all the useful and useless factors, tighten every possible chip, and drop the most crucial one, thus changing the whole battle."

"Little guy, just because of the few points, you are more than most people in the world," Black Sword observed the distant scene - Kilika's figure is close at hand: "Be strong."

"You are a strong person. In just such adversity, you can also seek the vitality of escape. You can't stand it down. This is how many so-called extreme powers can't do it," Black Sword whispered: "Then you It is even more convinced of this and is committed to the attitude of being a 'real powerhouse.'"

Tyres showed a sceptical expression.

"On the cliff, that is your plan," the second prince argued: "From the beginning of the temptation attack, to holding me to look for opportunities, I even suspect that you finally accepted my suggestion - throwing me out of the cliff, too A part of your calculation, don't forget the mountain climbing rope you have already prepared..."

"The 'key one' or something," Thales grinned. "Don't comfort me."

The face of the black sword is a stiff face.

"I am here to encourage you..." The black sword with a bad face, coughed softly: "And - don't fight."

Taylors showed a sly smile.

Black sword sighed.

The roar of a man passed into the ear from the direction of Kilika.

Tyres was hesitant. He wanted to stick out his head and look at the scene outside, but he was pulled down by the black sword.

"In contrast... those who use pure power and power to make the single factor that determines the outcome are regarded as the supreme sanctuary, the difference between the strong and the weak... long gone."

"Strength is not a knight, it can never become a visible numerical level. I have seen the extremes die in the hands of the genius, and I have seen the unarmed so-called 'weak' annihilate a whole dozen teams of super-order fighters... "

"The era of the one-on-one duel of the knights has passed too long. Sadly, even if the bow can be shot through the armor, the horseshoe will break the flesh and blood, the trebuchet can break the wall, and the magic gun has already roared." The sword showed half of the head and looked outside. His eyes flashed with brilliance: "Most of the people's thoughts are still in the ridiculous knighthood, and the battle is regarded as a ridiculous play of two people on the table."

"Their poor vision, like being locked on the wrist and muscles, was locked on two people, locked on the table, locked on the wrist of the wrench," Black Sword looked deep Lol, a smile, disdain:

"Just like you are now, your eyes are locked in the myth that the magician can't be destroyed, and the unrivalled power."

"That's not it?" Thales asked in dissatisfaction: "It's not just a ‘big chess piece' – it's a big chess piece that can be worn on the board.”

"Then add more!" Black Sword interrupted him coldly: "Let it smash through the board and go all the way to the ground!"

Tyres is a bit sorrowful - is this a sophistry?

"Remember, in my opinion, you are not a weak person," Black Sword hangs his head. His tone is very serious and very scary: "Never have the doubt that 'I am not strong enough' - that is the exclusive of the weak ""

"Under the absolute disadvantage, how did humans defeat the ancient orcs? How did they win the battle of the end?" The black sword's eyes released an unprecedented resolute light: "Is this still unclear?"

Thales looked at the black sword's eyes—the firm, cold, but incomparably clear eyes.

"Northern Army military swordsmanship."

Tyres opens unconsciously.

The black sword turned a face: "What?"

"I remembered, you just rushed to Aishida on the cliff of the sky... It was the Northern Army's swordsmanship," Taylors narrowed his eyes, "defending the ancient orc's swordsmanship."

He quickly raised his head and looked at the black sword:

“Why do you tell me this?”

The black sword stared at him, slowly pulling the corner of his mouth, revealing an ugly smile.

"First of all, I will not carry a burden," Black Sword said succinctly: "Especially a potential with a strong person, but full of the conscious of the weak, only know the cumbersome luck of trying hard at the crucial moment - this kind of person is the most terrible It is."

Tyres reluctantly raised his eyebrows, but his heart was anxious.

What are they waiting for?

Clearly Kilika - and Giza is in sight.

But the Black Sword stubbornly said his words:

"Second."

"You only have to change your mind - understand this truth, in order to make the most efficient use of all your pieces."

In the heart of Tyres, he looked puzzled at the black sword: "Chess?"

"You mean, this sword?" Taylors grabbed his head and raised the head of the world.

"Correct."

"But it's not just it."

The black sword slowly adjusted his breathing, his eyes getting colder and colder: "You have a strange power, right?"

At that moment, Tyres was struck by lightning.

No way?

Bizarre power?

Is he talking about my devil...

But the next sentence of Black Sword, once again he was shocked by the horror of his heart.

"It is that kind of power that allows you to see the air wall of Ahidah, see through its essence, and remind me of..."

The words of the black sword are like a heavy hammer, and they are struck in the heart of Tyres.

“Even you can see farther, run faster, be more energetic, and be more responsive.”

power?

Tyres stared at the black sword.

Not a magic energy?

and many more……

Is that kind of fluctuation?

He - how did he know?

"It is by that kind of power - you can escape the tentacles that have just been." The black sword is cold and indifferent.

Tyres opened his mouth and couldn't close it for a long time.

Silence lasted for a few seconds.

"You mean," Taylors heard his heartbeat accelerating, the blood was stirring, and he couldn't help but frown: "The power..."

"That is the power of the end," Black Sword answered his doubts very simply: "An extremely rare end power,"

"The sin of the prison river."

Thales' eyes widened, and the pupil continued to go back and forth between focus and distraction.

The power of the end?

Prison river...

Prison river...

"Although I don't know how you owned it at this age," Black Sword took a deep breath and frowned, as if some lost: "But there is no doubt that this may be one of your most effective pieces, even Decide on winning or losing."

"Prison River...the sin?" For a long while, Thales reacted and lost his heart: "What is this ghost name?"

"I didn't say its name was very good," the black sword stared at his expression as if to see flowers on his face: "It only needs to be easy to use."

"Good use?"

Taylors looked up and tried to adjust his confused thoughts.

He remembered the scene of the first fluctuations in the birch forest.

I also remembered the Broken Dragon Fortress, the first time I saw the strange fluctuations in Ramon.

"I don't even know what it is," Tyres frowned. "Do you know?"

After the low wall, there was a booming roar.

Time passed for a few seconds. Under the moonlight, the black face of the ordinary sword seemed to be a little scary at the moment.

At that moment, Thales felt the expression of the black sword in front of him, some lonely... and sad,

"I don't just know."

Thales blinked.

In the sizzling sound of the multi-headed snake, the black sword whispers:

"We are more like this."

"It's the kind of cursed force - slave."

Taylors inhales in amazement.

similar?

slave?

Wait, that kind of power...

But Black Sword did not give him any chance to ask questions.

"Be careful," the legendary leader of the Brotherhood raised his head and looked at the horrible body that grew stronger toward Kilika. In the most bland and even dull tone, he whispered: "Before we finally shot... ..."

"About how to use the prison river..."

"I only teach it again."

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