Goblin Heavy Dependence

Chapter 256 Wolf Kiss and Bites
fear.

A strong and primal emotion that originates from human instinct and arises when facing "danger".

It may have initially come from direct sensory input, and then extended to a subjective spiritual perspective through imagination and memory.

What did Terry William see, or rather feel?
It was a cold, ancient, and oppressive feeling, carrying pure malice.

Every wisp of air around him felt like a solid block of lead, pressing down on every inch of his skin.

This was not a thunderclap from the edge of the sky, nor was it the biting cold of the rain itself.

Instead, it is accompanied by undulating wolf howls and swaying manes, a darker and deeper fear.

"Catastrophe"—the alarm bells in my heart have been raised to the highest level regarding survival and the struggle for survival.

Her golden, shoulder-length hair was soaked by the rain and stuck to her cheeks in a disheveled state. Her pale, bloodless lips were slightly parted, and one could vaguely see a burning mist seeping out from them, as if she were angry.
His nostrils flared and contracted uncontrollably, and his pupils were frozen like those of a dead person.

Terry William stared straight ahead.

At this moment, the black-haired youth's dark and cold eyes seemed to gradually overlap with the ferocious wolf eyes behind him, which were faintly visible in the rain.

It transformed into two bottomless, pure darkness, seemingly capable of swallowing everything, mercilessly and cruelly drawing his body, will, and soul into them.

The tide of death spread silently, transforming into a cold hand that instantly seized his heart.

In a daze, those vague memories buried deep in my heart gradually surfaced in my mind under the tide of fear.

It was a terrifying fairy tale that kept him awake all night, told by an old woman with a face full of wrinkles, who looked like rotten wood, when he was young and had only a few memories.

It was my first time at the horse farm. I was lifted high by the reins, gripped tightly, and shadows loomed over me amidst the neighing. Above me were a pair of hooves covered in mud and grass.

Past traumas and memories linger in my heart.

Fear is gradually escalating into despair and panic.

"Huh...huh..."

Each of Terry William's labored breaths was like pulling a rotten, broken bellows.

Along with the strong smell of blood filling my nostrils, I felt waves of excruciating pain emanating from the huge wound on my chest.

His muscles tensed like rocks, and he instinctively wanted to grasp the knight's greatsword that had fallen silently to the ground, upside down in the damp mud, and was engraved with the family motto.

His fingers, however, only twitched and spasmed, futilely scratching and clawing at the cold hilt of the sword, like wet cotton, soft and powerless.

His arms seemed to be filled with heavy mercury, and the arms that used to wield swords with the speed of the wind could no longer exert any strength.

Terry William wanted to escape.

Family honor, the desire for the extraordinary path... all distractions were cast aside by the instinct for survival.

Just as the negative emotions in his mind intensified and he tried to drive his body to turn around and run away.

Years of training with the Cavaliers had given him a fairly strong will, and the muscle memory he had developed for dealing with crises brought out the last bit of rationality in his mind.

His jaw clenched, and his fingers gripped tightly.

The knight raised his greatsword high with both hands, instinctively using it to shield himself.

"Ding!"

The crisp sound of metal clashing echoed in the rain.

The dazzling flames were fleeting.

The black-haired youth who had been standing some distance away was now right in front of him in the blink of an eye. The fierce wind from the swing of his iron-gray longsword seemed to tear apart his last remaining will.

Lawson, already severely injured in his desperate attack while in his [Bloody Will of the Setting Sun] state, barely managed to stabilize his condition with the help of healing potions.

Now, under the impact of the [Fang Hunt], Terry William has fallen into a state of "fear," and his actual combat strength has been weakened to almost the lowest point.

He fought Xia Nan solely relying on his physical instincts and muscle memory.

The special ability granted to the Silver-Plated Knight is that a layer of flowing silver-white metal rapidly spreads across the skin's surface—providing them with a defensive capability far exceeding that of other professions.

But before it could spread throughout his body, his opponent deliberately revealed a flaw that he could easily see through at a glance.

At that moment, he subconsciously flipped his wrist, picked up the longsword, and swung it forcefully towards the "flaw".

"Om..."

The familiar sensation of a blade cutting through armor and tearing flesh, which I had imagined, did not come from the hilt of the sword.

Instead, there is a strange and awkward feeling, as if you've struck cotton, with no way to channel your force.

Beneath the blade was neither flesh nor armor, but a semi-transparent shield radiating an ochre-red glow.

When the knight's greatsword struck it, it only left behind layers of energy ripples, which could not penetrate even a little bit. The next second, it fell down along the smooth, rounded arc of the shield's surface.

He lost all strength and was in a stiff state between swinging and sheathing his sword.

"Oops!"

A chill ran through Terry William; danger alarms blared, and he sensed something was wrong. And as he had predicted.

Just as his heavy sword struck the ochre-red light shield, the long, sharp decapitation sword also quietly slipped out of sight, transforming into a cruel, cold, iron-gray gleam in his blind spot.

Flick upwards.

"laugh."

Gripping the heavy sword tightly, his thick right arm spun up amidst crimson blood.

The clean incision on the arm revealed that the blood vessels were still diligently transporting blood, but there was no place for them to receive it, so the blood simply gushed out onto the ground.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

A piercing, painful howl suddenly erupted from the depths of the torrential rain.

The intense pain, almost dizzying, seemed to briefly make the handsome young knight commander forget his fear.

His remaining left arm suddenly expanded, its entire body covered in silvery-white metal, and it exploded towards the enemy in front of him like a bomb.

But clearly, in terms of reaction speed and agility, the opponent is faster.

The black-haired youth, clad in matte black chainmail and seemingly shrouded in shadow, effortlessly dodged Terry William's rock-shattering blow by simply shifting his body slightly.

immediately……

"laugh."

The iron-gray sword light flashed once more.

This time, it was the golden-haired knight's left arm that landed after spinning around.

"Ho... Ah!"

The feeling of emptiness and void in my arms, and the intense pain that surged like a tide.

The deep fear that had been suppressed in his heart could no longer be contained, and it burst forth like a spring, devouring his fighting spirit, his will, and his very essence.

From the Morton family, the youngest knight commander, he has already been promoted to level 5 [Silver-plated Knight] before the age of thirty. He is the object of dreams for countless common girls in Sticky Tree Territory, and the goal that countless young people set in their hearts to become in the future.

Because of greed, they launched a wrong attack on an object that should not have been their enemy.

At this moment, it could only be like a stray dog ​​with its tail between its legs, its defenses broken by unspeakable fear, howling and screaming as it fled in a sorry state into the depths of the wilderness.

Having already been seen as prey, how could they allow him to escape their control?

A ferocious wolf with jet-black mane moved its limbs lightly in the torrential rain.

The birds roared and the rain swirled back.

The wolf's jaws snapped shut, and its iron-gray fangs fell upon the vulnerable neck.

"Sizzle... Bang!"

His eyes froze, his round head flying high into the air.

It rolled helplessly to the ground.

Blood, mud, and bits of grass stained that handsome face with its defined features.

Gollum-

The undulating terrain between the mountains caused the head to keep rolling.

till the end.

They bumped into a pair of small leather boots peeking out from under the hem of a beige robe.

It finally came to a standstill.

　Sorry, this chapter is a bit short...

　　I wasn't in the best shape, but I finally finished writing about this battle!
　　Also attached is the main character's current attribute panel:
　　……

　　Name: Xia Nan
　　【Profession】:
　　Meteor Blade Hunter lv2
　　【property】:
　　Strength: 8 (Muscle strength, athletic training, and physical potential)
　　Agility: 10 (reaction speed, balance and alertness)

　　Constitution: 8 (Endurance and Vitality)

　　Intelligence: 5 (Memory, logic, and thinking abilities)

　　Perception: 10 (Observation and insight abilities, also representing the degree of coordination with the surrounding environment)

　　Charm: 6 (Personality and Temperament)

　　Specialty:
　　Master of Chopping, Bone of Iron, Bathed in Light, Tide-Shaping, Heart-Gazing Vision, Staring into the Abyss, Night Mother's Gaze

　　【Skill】:
　　旋斩lv5（Max）、牙狩lv5（MAX）、引力掌控lv1（10/100）、引力蚀刻lv2（82/100）

　　
　
(End of this chapter)