I, the Lord of the End

Chapter 17, The Holy Grail of Nightmare

"Ding~"

In the orc camp, Sid and the torturer Grote collided, the cold light on the swift sword kept flashing, the silver snake twisted, and the sharp swift sword pointed back and forth only in Grote's eyes. Move around.

Xing Mo had to use one hand to protect his eyes, which weakened his offensive.

However, Sid was also sweating profusely at this time, and he kept moving his feet, seeking a way to win.

Sid discovered the problem after a short battle.

In fact, he didn't really know what the devil in front of him was. As a mercenary intermediary, he naturally knew less about the history of the devil. He only knew that the devil was pure evil, whose goal was to dominate the world and devour all flesh and soul.

But he kind of knew something about the category of devils.

The devil is very strong, and the devil is very disciplined. Except for the big devil, the rest of the devils form a system similar to an army. All the devils are under the jurisdiction of the big devil or the devil prince under his command or the devil general at a lower level. Different devils have clear rules. division of labor.

The guy in front of him, who calls himself Groot, is obviously not a big devil. According to Sid's estimation, the strength of the other party should be at the legendary level. Since he will be punished when he descends, he is at the heroic level. Of course, he has the advantage of suppressing a large level. But it's impossible to be invulnerable.

Why did all the Raven Knights die in battle?

Sid knew it when they fought each other. The whole body of the criminal Grote was covered with a solid black lacquer skin like a steel plate, which was equivalent to a full body of super-heavy armor. Rott is dressed in steel!

Therefore, any tricks such as round split and half round cut are useless, and the only effective target of the swift sword is the thrust.

Without thinking much, Sid came up and attacked Groat's eye, because that was the only place not protected by the skin.

Sure enough, Grote defended.

This made Sid discover Grote's second weakness. This guy has fast speed, high defense, fierce attacks and easy armor penetration. He can even continuously remove spikes from his body for long-range attacks. Knights beat him. Free.

But it turns around more slowly.

It's "relatively" slower, knights in heavy armor and squires in cotton armor can't avoid it, but Sid in chain armor has room to move around.

The mercenaries once summed up the fighting style of large enemies: big and weak, fat and weak, hairy and weak, although they can't be all right, they can be used as a reference.

Not only was he grateful for his good basic gait time and time again, even though he narrowly escaped death every time, he could barely entangle him. The unique elasticity of the swift sword and Sid's extremely flexible gait made it more difficult for Grote to attack him.

"Little mouse, do you think you can play hide-and-seek with me until the end of my arrival?" The executioner Grote was indeed a little annoyed when facing Sid's attack, but it was only a little bit, he said impatiently again and again. Use the sickle-like giant claws to tear through the air, and the sharpness exudes a scorching breath: "Many people like to play with me like this, and they are all dead."

"Boom!" Three deep gullies with a length of one meter were drawn on the ground, and Sid narrowly escaped by crossing after combining steps. His body rolled on the ground, and it was too late Pulling out the distance, the swift sword stabbed out quickly, and it went straight to Grote's face again. Xing Mo roared angrily, and opened the swift sword's blade.

Sid was terrified by the degree of bending of the swift sword blade under this blow, and the naked eye could judge that the bending was more than 100°.

The basis of counterattack and counterattack is to be able to block the opponent's attack. What kind of counterattack can't be blocked?
Sid stepped back quickly, the place where he was originally had been swept by the giant claws, Sid was very sure that if he couldn't dodge this blow would be enough to cut him into three pieces, the mercenary middle man was sweating, he clenched The swift sword in his hand seemed to hold his last hope tightly.

The punishment demon Grote was right, Sid could be exhausted, but his physical strength could not match that of the devil, and he would lose if he exhausted it.

But what is he going to do to win?As long as Grote shields his eyes, he is almost invulnerable!He is also impeccable behind the scenes!
Judging from Sid's rich experience, Groat's physical resistance is so strong, he should be afraid of magic, and there are no creatures with particularly high dual resistance before reaching the destiny level, especially this kind of intermediate demon.

Here comes the problem, Sid can't do magic either!

His only hope is a bottle of holy water prepared by his friend and two smoke bombs from his friend, which may be useful to this guy, but if the distance is too far, the devil will definitely be able to avoid it. If the distance is too close, Sid will die was chopped up.

What to do? What to do? What to do?
It seems that I have no way to avenge them, Sid is thinking about the price in his heart.

I'm sorry, Mao Qi, I'm sorry, little guide, you will take revenge for being killed in your next life!
There is no way to win if this continues, he is about to run.

The two sides clashed again, and Sid's tired wrist spun again. The blade of the swift sword danced a beautiful sword flower, followed Grote's attack gap, and once again went straight to its eyes. This time the attack speed was faster than the reward. Be quick, following Sid's movement, the swift sword crossed a semicircle and rushed out, and a circular airflow could even be seen flashing along the blade.

Spiral stab!

"!" Xing Mo knew that if he hit this time, he would be pierced through the brain, so he could only retreat again.

Sid bought himself a little time.

"Little mouse, how many times can you use this kind of trick?" Grote sneered, "Do you think you can delay until the end of my arrival?"

Sid remained silent, but his speed did slow down significantly. Xing Mo flashed a backhand blow and finally wiped Sid's fur coat.

The brand new and beautiful fur coat just obtained from the old horse was directly turned into rags, half hanging behind Sid's back.

Not only that, Sid looked down and saw that his chain armor, the full-body chain armor that had just cost 100 gold settled, was also cracked a few times, exposing the inner shirt inside.

The chain armor that could withstand the chopping and chiseling was broken like this.

Obviously, when the plate armor is all paper, the densely packed iron rings of the chain armor cannot protect themselves.

This is a real formidable enemy. Sid knows that he has only one chance, but the opponent is very cunning, and he doesn't know if he can get this chance.

Sid has a hole card yet to be played.

But how to play this hole card?

Still thinking, the criminal on the opposite side suddenly stopped: "Holy Grail? Holy Grail of Sin?"

"?!" Only then did Sid realize that the gold cup that Samir had given him had fallen out because of the broken coat.

The gleaming golden cup, inlaid with all kinds of jewels and jade, made Grote unable to look away. It stopped attacking, although Sid was already panting: "The Holy Grail of Nightmare, why is it here?"

Nightmare Holy Grail?Sid's mind is still a little numb.

"Hahaha! I must have received the blessing of Lord Hei Ma!" Xing Mo suddenly became ecstatic, and he opened his mouth wide: "The Holy Grail of Nightmare, it is really the Holy Grail of Nightmare! Great, we have it!" It, I will become the Devil Prince!"

"What is the Holy Grail of Nightmare?" Sid immediately asked, he knew nothing about the golden cup, no matter whether the devil in front of him would tell him, no matter whether it was a lie or not, he would ask.

"Stupid mortals, of course you don't know. This is a sacred object from the age of ancient sages that will appear anywhere from time to time. As a virtual artifact, it can produce a special slurry..." Grote's words came to an abrupt end , it seemed to realize that it had said too much, and Xing Mo stretched out his hand towards Sid: "Mortal, give it to me."

Sid picked up the golden cup and stuffed it into his arms: "You can have it if you kill me."

"Give it to me, and I can consider letting you go!" Who knew that Xing Mo actually stood still, and Grote continued to reach out to Sid. The devil is always cunning, but the eagerness on Grote's face is no matter what Can't hide it: "Quick!"

It's now!

Given the rare opportunity, Sid immediately turned around and ran away.

The man in the middle rushed out like a rabbit. Using his hands and feet, he rolled and crawled, covered in mud all over his body, and rushed out of the orc camp.

Three seconds later, the wooden fence of the orc camp behind Sid exploded, and the four-meter-high devil howled and chased after him, and he ran faster than Sid!

"Give me the Holy Grail of Nightmare!" Grote roared. This is not a flat land on the plateau of the Julian Mountains. If Sid throws the Holy Grail of Nightmare away, he doesn't know how long it will take to find it, the devil! The creature roared again: "Otherwise I will torture your soul for 1000 years!"

Sid ignored it, a very dangerous plan was taking shape in his mind.

"Boom~boom~boom~"

Xing Mo's speed was much faster than Sid's, and Sid knew that he couldn't escape.

Fifteen more steps.

Sid simply put away the light sword of the temple, he held the golden cup with one hand, and with the other hand he secretly reached out to the belt behind his back, and gripped the handle tightly.

There are still ten steps.

Sid went over his plan again.

Everything seemed to have quieted down. Grote behind him was still yelling something, and Sid had already listened flawlessly.

Back to the bloody night at the age of 12, the devil believer led the devils into the manor, and blood washed everything they saw. Sid witnessed the death of familiar people one by one.

There are still five steps, and the scorching smell of the sickle claws piercing the air and the sound of the wind are already close to my ears.

The plan begins!
Sid turned sharply and slid backwards, raising the golden cup in his hand as if about to throw it into the distance.

"No!" Screamed Grote the Executioner, if the Holy Grail of Sin Nightmare fell into the vast coniferous forest and broad-leaved forest among the mountains, it would take a long time to find it!

It was this moment that diverted Grote's attention. Sid took back the gold cup and let it fall to the ground, touched his belt, turned around and threw something at Grote.

Dwarven smoke bombs!

"Bang~" The smoke bomb exploded, and Grote's vision was covered by the smoke, and he immediately covered his face with his hands.

Fight as you like, if you can break the defense, I will lose!

The swift sword came out of its sheath, and stabbed the wound Moltke had made on Grote's thigh with incomparable accuracy.

Sid finally tasted the first drop of blood today, the black jelly burst open an ugly wound, and the devil's magma-like blood splashed out.

This time the defense is broken.

His leg was injured, and the devil howled angrily. He immediately let go of his two sharp claws covering his eyes, trying to tear Sid to pieces.

It's now!

A small bottle of holy water was thrown out by Sid. The glass bottle touched the edge of the sharp claw and exploded into pieces. The holy spring water instantly filled the face of the executioner, and large groups of steam gushed out instantly, killing both of them. The two combatants were engulfed within, Groat screaming deafeningly as he clawed at his face in agony.

The holy water seeped into the eyes, temporarily blinding the devil's eyes.

Satisfied with the result, the holy water is super concentrated sulfuric acid to the devil, not to mention that the big sister made it himself, and he seized the opportunity to draw his shotgun from behind.

In this world, firearms still exist, but their power is much lower. After the extraordinary power reaches the model level, most of the strong are not afraid of firearms. They can easily dodge from a long distance, but they have no chance to shoot at a short distance.

Now that he had a chance, Sid pulled the trigger on Groat at close range with his face close to his face: "Judgment!"

"Boom!" Shotguns shot out from the barrel, and the rain of bullets hit Xing Mo's body surface and was bounced off by his solid skin.

No way, even a close-range shot couldn't break Grote's skin.

But that wasn't what Sid wanted.

Under the powerful impact of close-range shooting, Grote was inevitably staggered by the impact of the shotgun, and his body fell backwards due to instability, and his hands subconsciously tried to support the ground.

The swift sword was retracted, and it was firmly aimed at the writhing devil who was shaking and writhing in pain.

It's time to play!

Sinking into logic and opening his heart, Sid adjusted the heartbeat in his body to the limit, and golden blood appeared from his heart, turning into a torrent.

The blood was boiling and hot, and it was full of powerful power. Along the blood vessels, this power flowed through Sid's limbs and bones at an extremely fast speed, and his pupils turned golden.

The change in appearance was second to none. His chain armor, his fur coat, and his whole body equipment were all stained with gold. Unknown celestial characters were branded on the collar, cuffs, and the surface of the chain armor. The golden streamer followed. Attached to it, the whole person is shrouded in light and shadow.

"Royal blood sublimation?!" Grote felt the change in Sid, and he was really surprised this time.

It's already the sixth dynasty, and there are still Romani heirs left outside who can self-awaken and activate the sublimation of the emperor's blood? !
For the first time today, fear appeared in Xing Mo's heart.

More than that, the golden streamer poured into the swift sword along Sid's hand, and the silver blade of the temple light sword changed accordingly. Ancient runes appeared on the surface of the swift sword, and the blade stretched rapidly, purple The lightning kept beating, and an indescribable purple-red strange substance was attached to the tip of the swift sword.

Draw the sword, draw the sword, just like Sid has been doing for more than ten years.

Spiral stab!

The cold light flickered, swift as the wind.

Grote had already sensed the crisis, and it shielded his eyes again.

"Bang" is enough to tear the sharp claws of the plate armor and shatter them instantly!
Twisting his wrist, the swift sword pierced his eye sockets and pierced his brain.

Grote was shaking and undulating violently, its whole body was constantly twitching under the action of its solid shell and torn muscles, its horned head swayed from side to side, and it swung its claws to tear the iron ring and flesh along its chest. Sid was sent flying, and the air was filled with golden-red blood.

After being hit hard by one blow, Sid fell to the ground and rolled a few times, his body was buried in the grass. His special state had disappeared, and there were four paw prints with bone deep visible from his chest to his abdomen, and his heart was even exposed. The sublimated golden light was scattered by this blow,
Accompanied by one roar after another, the voices are full of pure resentment, the entity of Grote came to the mortal world but was killed, and when he returns to hell, not only will his strength drop by a large level and he will degenerate into a flogging demon, and he will also be killed by all the devils. Laughing at it will even lose the trust of the Maharaja of Pain.

Normally, this kind of ending is tantamount to a disaster for a devil.

"I know, the Holy Grail of Nightmare is here with you, I know, you wait for me, you wait for me!" Grote's wailing before he died hit Sid's chest like a heavy hammer, forming The energy of the devil's materialization began to dissipate, and the blood mist filled the air. Not surprisingly, the devil's body would die, and the devil's soul would escape into the realm where he was summoned: "I will come back, I will bring a legion, You wait for me!"

"Then let's talk about it when you come back." The battle was over, Sid tried to open his eyes, his whole body was in pain, the hand holding the swift sword could hardly be lifted, his shoulders were shrugged, and his feet were strained due to the severe physical pain. Twitching in pain, the chain armor was broken, and his face was covered in mud.

He succeeded, the beautiful boy lay on his back on the ground, and the torturer Grote fell not far away, looking at the orc camp that was destroyed into ruins in the distance, looking at the goblins, centaurs, and human corpses all over the ground, Sid A little dazed.

The white-haired handsome boy wanted to squeeze a smile on his haggard face, but found that it was only a wry smile.

He killed a level 3 hero-level executioner as a level-4 model, which was a miracle no matter how you looked at it.

And killing the devil is of great benefit to mortals. After the devil is eliminated, it will leave behind a large amount of killing energy to benefit mortals. For example, Sid obviously feels that he has received permanent physical strengthening.

Sid found that what he usually wanted was what he now hated.

He's done, he's done.

Under the blue sky of Rizlan, he looked at the environment where bloody corpses were strewn all over the ground, and finally he laughed out loud, very bitterly.

His career as a mercenary middleman is over, his career as a mercenary in Rezlan is over, and even his citizenship of the Holy Empire and the status of a second-class Iquis nobleman who can pretend to be powerful are also over.

Sid is completely screwed.

Sid knew that he might still be saved. His physique was already very good, and killing the devil this time brought physical enhancement. If someone happened to be rescued in time, he might be able to survive.

But in this wilderness, plateau meadow, where do people come from?

Damn it, I haven't taken revenge yet, and I haven't investigated the truth about Xueye yet!Sid thought unwillingly that he could only use the spiritual victory method to comfort himself: No matter what I say, I have killed a criminal, can it be considered revenge?

No!

Sid coughed hard, he still wanted to struggle, but he had no strength left.

Distant mountains, a lone bird, a meadow covered in blood, a dying boy.

Sid took a long breath that smelled of blood foam, and was about to close his eyes when a voice of "No~no~how come~" came from the direction of Grote not far away.

Die is not a good death, damn the devil!Barely opening his eyelids, Sid glanced in Grote's direction.

He was stunned.

Grote's soul was dissipating rapidly, and a stream of blood mist spewed out, but the devil did not return to hell as he wished, but was sucked in by the Holy Grail of Sin and Nightmare that fell on the ground!

Looking at the Holy Grail of Sin and Nightmare, the golden cup that was originally empty was filled with dirty slurry that exudes black and red.

The color of this slurry is strange, and it looks like a filthy, petroleum-like slurry that must not be eaten at first glance. Countless souls are rolling, whining, and screaming in it, with thick smoke and bubbling on the slurry.

However, Sid swallowed subconsciously.

For some reason, his body was telling him that the slurry was clean and hygienic, especially suitable for drinking.

hallucinations?

or...

"Traveler, a foreign visitor~"

Rippling with a filthy aura, the Holy Grail of Nightmare emitted light and flew up, spinning rapidly towards Sid.

"Traveler~" In the light, a language from the far end of the deep space reached Sid's ears.

That was definitely not the voice of the Holy Grail of Nightmare.

Within the light, at the end of the colors, something else was calling him.

Supreme existence.

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