The shells were broken one by one in the collision, and the net rope of the dream net hanging on the eaves began to blacken and shrink, as if it had been corroded by some strong acid. Lothar could not count how many times she had been knocked down and how many times she had risen. Maybe hundreds of times? Maybe only a few times, but this short few times give people the feeling that they have experienced hundreds of times that long. It was a hopeless battle, and the count knew it well. The plan to take away the net worm failed. The Tomahawk in his hand can do harm to the enemy, but it is only damage. The witch hunting knife is not a weapon forged to fight against evil spirits. It can not prevent the growth of new ugly limbs from the wound, nor can it launch a fatal attack on the key points of the evil devil. In the final analysis, it is still a question whether evil spirits exist or not. And compared with the devil, Lothar''s body is all the key.


    Left hand, it''s broken. Although the right arm is still barely able to hold the Tomahawk, but the feeling of bone fracture reminds Lothar that his every movement may make his arm bone because of dislocation and stab out of the flesh. The count was not sure how many ribs he had broken, but more than one. Now he can only hope that the broken rib will not be too lethal to stab into his internal organs when he dodges. The only good news is that so far, Lothar''s legs are still intact, thanks to them, because if his speed and footwork are slightly wrong, the evil devil''s attack will make the exhausted body collapse on the spot.


    "Ah..." The pain in the hut is much smaller. This is not a good sign. Lothar knows how dangerous childbirth is. In his opinion, all childbirth should be assisted by doctors and maids. Although the count also knew that more ordinary families did not have such conditions when pregnant women gave birth, even so, the news that a noble lady died of dystocia spread among the aristocrats every once in a while. He didn''t know how long a normal delivery would be, but it was certainly too long now.


    You can, don''t have an accident. Anger has long since subsided in a series of blows, and no one can keep it high for a long time, even for those who are called Berserkers. That''s why people in some places eat poisonous mushrooms with hallucinogenic effects before fighting, because anger will sooner or later dissipate bait along with people''s physical strength. So the key is, what to do when the anger fades. What is supporting Lothar to continue fighting now is sheer perseverance. It doesn''t come from some belief or belief, because in fact, he can''t think and recall clearly now. This perseverance comes from daily training and dogma that is almost embedded in instinct. Sometimes, rigidity is not a bad thing.


    But I don''t know how long it will last. Lothar''s breathing was already disordered, his chest undulated irregularly, and his throat was like an old broken bellows. Even in the underground space, Lothar did not fall into such a situation. Of course, the count at this moment was not at a dead end, or he admitted that he had the last card in his hand, that is, death. As long as you can get into the living and dead state that used to be in the sea cavity, physical strength, fighting spirit and injury will no longer be a problem. But the point is, who knows what will happen after this death. To be sure, his agreement with the destination is still valid. However, even the tide lady can give up the sea demon who has served him for so many years. Why does the home owner give up his little mortal again and again? If he is too reckless to choose death, but the result can not be resurrected, then all is really over.


    "Boom The eel''s body fell on the ground, making a dull noise, and several shells were smashed under the powerful force. There are not many shells left. "It''s so close." "It''s ours!" "I''m going to eat with that woman. I haven''t eaten pregnant women yet." The heads of the evil spirits said excitedly that no one could stop them on this beach, and in this dawn, things outside the beach could not get close to it. Lost heart Bay, no second witch hunting knife.


    "Ah Lothar roared, like a madman, with his weak right hand holding the Tomahawk, rushed to the multi headed monster beside the hut, and then drove his right arm to wave the Tomahawk through his body''s swing. "Bang!" The palm, soaked in his own blood, slipped at the moment of the force, and the axe blade slid away from the devil''s skin, and then let the count head on the monster''s body, and then be bounced off and fell. Lothar''s right hand took on a twisted shape, and the crack in his skeleton was finally completely broken. The fool''s justice took off and landed in the sand a few steps away.


    It''s over. Lothar knows about it. He has used all the means and done all he can. But after all, he is a mortal, not a hero of half man and half god in myth, not a wizard holding mysterious power, no God whispering victory in his ear, and no natural spirit will stand up for him. All he could rely on was the axe in his hand. Now, the Tomahawk is gone. Powerless and unwilling, Lothar shook her head and bellowed wildly, trying to attract the attention of the eels, even if only one of them noticed. Maybe the net worm could have a more peaceful moment. However, evil spirits are cruel. Their cruelty lies in making people suffer. As early as LOSA''s left arm was broken, those monsters stopped attacking him actively, which was intentional.


    In the shaking of his eyes, Lothar suddenly saw something falling on the sand near his eyes. He narrowed his eyes slightly to see that it was a whistle, which seemed to be the thing that Cech had given him before. The material of the whistle looked like a bone, with some words and symbols engraved on it that he could not understand. The count did not think the whistle would do much, but perhaps the sound it made would have attracted more evil spirits than the cry. So he moved his body with his last strength, stretched out his tongue and held the whistle as hard as his mouth. Then he blew all the remaining air in his lungs!“！”


    There''s no sound. Maybe it''s broken. Rosa''s subconscious thought. A huge black shadow leaped over him, hitting the already fragile border. Finally, one of the last three shells broke, and the whole border crumbled. The devil laughs, ready to enjoy the meal it has been waiting for. But at this time, a huge shadow like a castle came from the direction of the sea, and hit the evil devil''s trunk directly! The eels, who had already pointed their beaks at the roof, were knocked down by the sudden force, and saw an insurmountable gap less than three steps from the hut.


    "No!"


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