Blade and Poetry

Chapter 67

The single teleportation array leads to an abandoned old city a few miles away.The fortifications are not tight, and the advantage is that it is far away from Youbing City. I have set up some magic tricks in various places in the city before, hoping to delay the recruits for a while.Originally, my best plan was to design their entire forwards here, making them unable to respond back and forth, but at this time I only earned one character who was probably the leader.It's better than nothing - it suits the purpose of my participation in this war.

I was better prepared than that fellow traveler. As soon as I landed, I ignored the dizzy feeling when I was teleporting, and I looked for a direction and jumped away.He chose another direction almost at the same time, but he was far less lucky than me; his back foot just stepped on one of my arrangements, and a group of black birds made of paper fluttered into the air, rushing to cover his face first, blocking out of his sight.

The man stood still under the siege of the birds, holding the gray silver long knife by his side.I quickly chanted the incantation of the imprisonment curse, but my eyes did not dare to let go.Sure enough——that person swung the barrier in front of me the moment I uttered my voice, and charged straight at me with a sharp knife.

I used to fight in the Southern Front Army for a long time, and it was very difficult to meet opponents alone, but the limited move of this man in front of me greatly exceeded my expectations; I predicted that he would counterattack, but underestimated that blow strength.It took me a few jumps to avoid the back move on his knife, and my back was covered in cold sweat before I knew it.

After this retreat, I realized that the outcome between us is no longer completely on my side.His armor gave him an advantage in a single fight, and I had to use other factors to deal with him.

While he was still unfamiliar with the terrain, I spun around and quietly made a new layout, introducing him into my preset chain arrangement again.Those endless small traps helped me a lot: smoke, freezing, and tripping locks successfully shortened the distance between me and him.I changed the imprisonment spell to a slower silent spell, and when he stumbled for the last time, I slammed into him with the rune on my hand.

Precious seconds flowed into the palm of my hand.I took this opportunity to recite two spells of blocking spells non-stop, and quickly added a long blocking spell.The hands and feet of the iron soldier were bound by the magic light.The area around his foothold is the most likely to fall into the formation in my estimation; I was afraid of being insecure, so I even drew a series of multiple formations in front of him, and then tore him away and threw him into the center of the formation.The last incantation I uttered was the fire-controlling incantation; as I raised my fingers, orange-red flames rose into the air, illuminating a corner of the thick night.

The man's figure was submerged in the circle of flames under my fire control spell.From the beginning to the end, I have never seen the appearance of the person sealed in the iron armor.

"The living people under me can already take charge of their own." I took two steps back and said to the center of the formation, "I hope that your batch of iron machines has no leader, and it is best not to be chaotic, which will affect the order of the subsequent captives." .”

There was no sound in the ring of fire.I counted down 30 seconds and turned away with some unspeakable disappointment.I walked towards a gap in the old city wall, where there were also some traces of ice, which were gradually melting.

I was thinking about how to get back to the Ninth Army as quickly as possible, and whether their strategy was implemented smoothly, but an intuition that was derived from the edge of life and death suddenly made my hair stand on end.My body reacted first, causing me to twist by an incredible amount.

The long gray silver knife that should have belonged to a dead man passed under my ribs with a strong wind, and failed to pierce my heart, but only tore through the links of my old armor; .

How the leader escaped the net of formations and spells is a question I have no time to think about.I summoned Charon in my hand, and I was able to stabilize the center of gravity of my feet, and raised my knife to fight him head-on.Although there are fires in the distance against the background, most of the fights in this dark night still rely on listening to distinguish positions.I fought with him for a dozen moves like a storm, but at a critical moment, I couldn't help being distracted for a moment-my eyes passed over his shoulders, and I couldn't help drifting to the formation that I had carefully set up for him. legal trap.

The light of the formation became dim at some point, and each line showed signs of irregular melting, like the engravings on a stone plate swallowed years of rain, and had completely lost their original shape due to erosion .My circle of flames was still burning high, but it changed color from bottom to top, and was stained with a gloomy pale, like a piercing ominous omen.The color gave me an unknown pain, unreal—like a slight, unreasonable twitch of some nerve in me giving me an early warning.

Then came the real pain.I gasped, dodged his next attack, and rushed toward the fire.

"Blinding is not good for me," I thought, "I'll have to find a way to remove his suit of armor."

Just now he failed to make a slash with the knife, so he raised the back of the knife and brushed my right wrist bone.I temporarily lost all feeling in my right hand, and it was bent backward unnaturally, and I couldn't use it again for about a period of time.His other knife came after him, zooming in before my eyes; the knife cut beside my hair, pierced deeply into the ground, and was pulled out by its owner again, raising a puff of boiling smoke.

Enduring the pain of broken bones, I walked on the line of life and death relying on quick wit and experience in a hurry.Just then, the cold front of the blade seemed to have pierced through me, pinning me to the ground immobile.

I have never personally experienced a knife like it, and even Karajan has never shown it before: it is sharp, with a tricky angle, with an indomitable momentum, and a turbulent killing intent, which makes people almost unable to resist.That's a level higher than that of the swordsman - it throws five points, and it contains five points, but it still has overwhelming power.

"Are you 'Blade'?" I asked involuntarily.

The man and I finally stopped by the firelight.The white light reflected by his armor rose and fell with the beating of the flames. He held the knife and did not make the next move, as if he was thinking about his answer to me.

"I don't know when Pu Guo also invited a 'Blade'," I said.What I can confirm from my memory is that none of the "Blades" recorded in the recorder used a gray silver long knife. Of course, the number of "blades" is more than that, but those who choose not to be registered are mostly hidden from the world, and they hardly mix themselves into such war disputes. "Or, can I ask you the name of this knife?"

I stood up slowly from the ground.My right hand is still hanging limp, but I don't have time to distract myself from setting it.I stared closely at the gap on the man's helmet, as if it could frighten the depths of the man's eyes.

"Ember of the Stars." The man said, his voice humming, "Its name."

"Fortunate to know," I said, squeezing my Charon tightly.

I didn't have time to recover, and fought him again.After knowing the gap between me and that person, I used a more risky style of play to gain some tragic convenience.I tried to lock his battle armor with my fists and feet, and fought close to him, so that his long knife could not be used.Originally, I had the mentality of fighting at will, but now I have to try my best to delay him. The strength of "Blade" is enough to add many obstacles to the original plan - I can't let him disrupt the arrangement of the Ninth Army.

Compared with the sense of crisis that my life is hanging by a thread, I feel more hearty in this fight.It took me a lot of effort to push open the mechanism of his battle armor that tightly wrapped his left and right arms; as a price, my most unprotected chest was already stained with blood, soaking most of the fabric, and dripping down, my body The "festival" is about to move, as if to cheer like my buzzing knife.

Those opened wounds didn't hurt that much—at least, it wasn't the kind of pain that the right hand bends—my heart fluttered at this moment.

Partly because of the joy of meeting a strong opponent, and partly because of a signal I just received.

"Did you notice that mid-air scream? And the burst of light." I said, taking advantage of the man's momentary inattention, pressing back hard on top of him. "That's a message from us. Say What’s more—you’re screwed.”

The man's knife was touching the ground, and he couldn't break free from the oppression of my body for the time being, but without hesitation, he held the blade of the knife that I had nailed to his neck with his bare hands, and threw me back vigorously.I received a heavy blow from his knee in the lower abdomen, flew into the city wall behind me, and scraped my back through the thin ice on the brick layer.His knife followed, passed through my left shoulder with the sound of flesh and blood, and nailed me to the city wall.

I lowered my eyes and caught a glimpse of the gray silver of the blade hidden in my body, and the exposed handle was a little blue.

It's ironic - where I am now, falls on the exact side of my old trap.The flames there had been dimmed several times, leaving only a cluster of solitary figures, burning miserably white and sharply upward.

I lowered my head and closed my eyelids. I couldn't tell whether the wet feeling on my back was blood or the water stains from melting ice.My knife fell under my body, and I couldn't move my right hand.The left hand can pull the knife out of my left shoulder, but it will take some time, and it must be successful in one fell swoop, and it cannot happen in front of him.

I listened to his footsteps, one step, two steps, three steps closer.I planned to jump up when he got the closest, and use my left hand to twist his right hand that was going to grab the knife, forcing him to drop his weapon.This short process has played back countless times in my heart.

Just the last two steps, I think.The last step - he stopped, in front of me, I can hear the friction of those armor parts, his two arms have a different heat from the cold air - now!

I opened my eyes suddenly, but he seemed to have expected what I was going to do, and grabbed my only movable left hand first.

I shivered from the warm and cool touch.But the man did not land the final blow for a long time, and came to crush my left wrist with force.He made a movement that seemed inexplicable to me: he fiddled with the mechanism on his neck a few times with his other hand, and then reached out to throw the inhumanely locked helmet behind him.

Beside us, the bright white flame was still burning hop by hop, giving off a ghostly aura in the dark night, and illuminating the short breathing distance between us extraordinarily bright.It moved more vigorously and alive than any of us, as if it could fill the few moments of our vocal interaction—because I couldn't speak.

His grip on my left hand loosened a little, and his fingers slid down my wrist.Trembling, I forgot for a moment what he was going to do; he took my ring, slipped it from my ring finger, and then dug his fingers into mine, entwined with them.

Since his gray-blue eyes were exposed, I could tell he was staring at me.His gaze, never wavering at all, rested on my face and moved closer—with a sigh.

"I knew it," he said.

He kissed me.

The kiss was very light, we didn't go too far from probing to blending, just exchanging the temperature between our lips and teeth peacefully, like some kind of slow narration, which can replace language.But at this moment, Xiao Karl died briefly, and Vicente Xiao came back to life.There is no longer an officer who is tied to a high position and is used to killing, and there is no longer a commander who has exhausted all the organs and is struggling to plan. What is just a tired and sleeping soul hidden in the depths - loved, believed, remembered, and Another soul that supports all of this is awakening at this moment.That's when I can feel anger and hatred, all the restless emotions; that's what a human being can have.

"I should have guessed it was your Soul Blade. That formation was corroded by quicksand, right? And—" I said, "'Ember of the Stars' and 'Blade Edge'. What happened in the past two years ?”

Karajan didn't answer, but leaned against my lips and said, "I won."

I smiled at him: "You lost—in general."

I gritted my teeth and reached out to pull out the long knife that pierced my shoulder.He immediately stopped me, and lightly pressed the back of my hand with his right hand.It was a subconscious action.He then looked like he regretted the move again, flinching from covering my fingers.

"Do you know that the end of those Iron Masked Army was a mistake?" I continued, "They went to the place we arranged, an aboveboard trap—five miles away in the right direction, another small town that faked the appearance of Youbing City , hoarding gold, the walls are strong, and they will know how difficult it is to get out after being led in; it is not a treasure, but a cage. The real Youbing City has been temporarily hidden by magic. Until they surrender, they even will not see any shadow."

He stared at me for a moment, and quickly grabbed the handle of the knife that was deep into my left shoulder.There was a pain in my chest at the movement—I swallowed a groan.The blade only needs to cut half an inch down, and my heart will not escape the fate of breaking.

"Are you going to kill me, Karajan?" I gasped and said calmly.

He closed his eyes, and suddenly pulled out the long knife that had been inserted into my shoulder with a wave of his hand, and along the path it left, a cloud of blood sprayed high.After breaking away from the sharp spikes, my legs softened, and I couldn't help sliding down against the brick wall, my chest heaving and panting.Sitting curled up on the ground, I seemed to see the gray knife fall beside me, and was then supported by Karajan.His armor knuckles rubbed against each other, and there were several muffled symphonies, like whines.

The flames and the night were all connected with his armor, and my blurred vision was filled with only his shadow.He leaned over and our legs crossed; his lips hit mine hard.There was so much blood in this kiss, so different from the one a few moments ago.We are gnawing at each other and asking for it, as if we are experiencing another contest and fight.

"This is the last time, Vicente." I heard Karajan say, "If you don't die this time, we'll meet again."

At this time, I am far from being able to question his past experience from my standpoint, nor can I explore his future plans-why did he disappear within two years, but at this time he led such a group of killer-like iron-faced troops?All I can do is to expend the remaining energy for nothing, and my mind is like searching for the roots of water to find out everything floating on this kiss.

So I thought: "No one knows the deadly point of each wound better than we knifemen - how can he throw a knife like that, and how can he not control its true lethality?"

I didn't say that.The flames in place were extinguished, and I vaguely felt that the heat in front of me had also subsided.The night here is like a puff of smoke, a pool of flowing liquid, engulfing his back from the left and right ends.If it wasn't for the blood still flowing in my chest, or if I didn't smell the embers, I might just think that I woke up in the night in any place, and the long-lost reunion just now was a dream.

"I'm in the old city." I moved my fingers and barely wrote on the butterfly book, "Ask someone to pick me up."