Wasteland Lord: Starting from Thirty Days to Live

Vittorio was still pondering what Isolde meant by "his domain has been opened."

However, the battle that followed made him realize what Edmund's domain truly was.

As if by magic, Sleeping Lina used the same trick again, adding another huge wound to Edmund's body. However, the newly promoted Ai Ai Meng seemed oblivious to the pain; the wound appeared on his body, yet he felt no pain whatsoever.

On the contrary, Sleeping Lina had the same wound on her body as Edmund.

Where had the sleeping Lina ever suffered such a severe injury?

It can be said that in her life, everyone was her plaything, and she was the player, the cat, the hunter, but never the weak.

When the wound became clearly visible on her body, she had a sudden realization.

I can get hurt?

This is different from tentacles, which she treats as consumable parts.

Clearly, the core of her power, including the body of Lina who is currently asleep, is also her weakest point.

Edmund had somehow caused her this huge wound, which not only caused her pain but also made her movements sluggish.

It is also worth noting that the damage inflicted on the torso does not heal as readily as the damage inflicted on the tentacles, but rather heals at an extremely slow rate.

In other words, the attack was successful!

Enraged, Sleeping Lina let out that inhuman howl again, while her tentacles lashed out wildly, lashing at Edmund like raindrops.

However, a miraculous scene unfolded: the long, tentacle whips that rained down struck Edmund's body, not only sending up shards of stone but also tearing his skin and flesh.

However, similarly, the guards on the sleeping Lina also had the exact same wounds, in the same location, depth, and size!

Edmund stood still, letting the barrage of attacks rain down on him, muttering to himself.

"Those who hurt me will surely hurt me as well."

Meanwhile, Isolde, who was not far away, seemed to understand and began to explain to Vittorio.

"Cultivators who have reached the Heart Forging Realm will awaken a special ability called Domain. Anyone within the Domain will be subject to the control of the Domain Master."

"It seems that Edmund's domain is in some kind of backlash."

To fight fire with fire, or to put it simply—counter-attack.

Whatever kind of damage you suffer, it will be returned to you exactly as it was.

For an individual like Sleeping Lina, whose vitals are firmly protected within the core area and who possesses unlimited self-healing capabilities, counter-damage is arguably the most effective way to counter her.

Meanwhile, the sleeping Lina seemed to have realized Edmund's abilities, and for the first time since the start of the battle, a look of fear appeared on her face.

It's a sign of wanting to quit!

But Edmund would not allow her to have her way.

Perhaps, as Edmund said, it's either you die or I die.

Edmund suddenly raised his greatsword, and the greatsword, influenced by his domain, underwent a corresponding change.

A thick layer of stone covered and connected Edmund's arm and the greatsword.

In this way, it can be said that unless his arm is broken, the sword will be an integral part of his body and cannot be released from his hand.

His sword, covered in jagged rocks, seemed to have gained even more power and durability, making it appear to be even more formidable.

Regardless, the enemy showed signs of retreating, and Edmund would not let this opportunity pass. He raised his sword and slashed at the tentacles again.

This time, the one in trouble is the sleeping Lina.

She was caught in a dilemma: whether to launch an attack or not.

If she launches an attack, all the damage she inflicts will be returned to her. If she doesn't attack, she will gradually exhaust her strength by passively taking hits, especially since the huge wound on her stomach is still bleeding profusely.

With another loud clang of a massive tentacle clashing with a greatsword, Sleeping Lina fell backward and crashed heavily to the ground.

She's no match for him at all!

Not far away, Edmund, carrying his greatsword, walked step by step toward the sleeping Lina.

Edmund's eyes showed no joy of impending victory, no excitement from being immersed in battle, and no habitual weariness that often appeared in his eyes.

At this moment, his eyes were filled only with darkness, endless darkness, like a deep well devoid of emotion.

He was simply doing something he had to do, a revenge that was more than a decade overdue.

Because of the long delay, they had even forgotten about being angry.

As Edmund walked step by step to the sleeping Lina, he suddenly raised his greatsword and was about to bring it down heavily.

Perhaps realizing that she would eventually have to take a gamble, Sleeping Lina waved her eight arms and charged out like a cannonball, suddenly pulling Edmund into the middle of her tentacles.

This is a lose-lose situation.

In an instant, dust billowed in the distance, and the two of them rolled together in a ball of flesh, indistinguishable from one another.

In the midst of the struggle, the fleshy ball seemed to have been violently impacted, suddenly rolling to one side like a bowling ball being knocked away, crashing straight into a two-story house by the roadside with a loud bang.

With the dust settled, everyone stared, eager to know who had won.

Beneath the corner of the wall, amidst the massive crack created by the impact, the large ball of flesh remained motionless.

Suddenly! Something burst out from it!

A greatsword pierced out from the middle, and Edmund crawled out, sword and all, like a newborn emerging from a giant nest.

His body was covered in a clear, sticky substance, the marks left from when the sleeping Lina's body had been completely ripped open.

Meanwhile, Sleeping Lina, the once arrogant monster, now lay on the roadside like a dead dog.

Only part of the body was still twitching slightly, clearly indicating that it had lost all ability to move.

Did they win?

A cheer erupted from the crowd, and everyone looked at the staggering figure crawling out. They wished they could rush over right then and there, lift Edmund up, and praise his bravery.

Vittorio thought so too.

However, just as Vittorio took a step, Edmund, who was staggering out, suddenly stopped.

In an instant, like a black and white silhouette, a large amount of scarlet blood gushed from his neck. The wound was obviously left inside the sleeping Lina's stomach, but for some reason there was a delay. The wound only became visible after Edmund took three more steps.

At the same time, a huge wound suddenly appeared on the sleeping Lina Lina behind Edmund, and blood gushed out. This time, she was completely still.

Edmund took another step, then one leg gave way, and he suddenly knelt down.

He quickly placed the sword in front of him to support his body.

In Edmund's weary, fading, and blurry vision, countless people surged toward him, but Edmund could no longer see them.

"Emma, ​​Daddy also protected his friends, and Daddy also kept our promise."

Then, the knight's eyes slowly closed, but he did not fall until the very last moment before his death.

He simply stood there quietly, like a tombstone.

People around him kept exclaiming and heading towards Edmund, but Vittorio stopped in his tracks.

Because a system notification appeared in front of him.

[Simulation complete]