Capítulo 404: Chapter 120 Final Battle (8) (1st update, seeking Monthly Ticket, Subscription, recomndation)
The beastn have a proverb called ‘Ors atrzz ma sok,’ aning that even an animal at the end of its rope has the strength to make one last effort. In Chinese, it would be akin to saying that a cornered rabbit will bite back. Brand felt this phrase perfectly described his current situation, though only the first half was relevant; the difference being that he wanted to bite but lacked the strength.
The Platinum War Steed still had so energy, but Brand himself was out of it.
They say self-inflicted suffering is not survivable. Earlier, he perford a charge on the Platinum War Steed without considering the ga’s calculations regarding constitution, extre dexterity, and strength tolerance. To be fair, it’s not his fault; in the ga, a low-level player rarely obtains a pet that significantly exceeds their own strength. So when the War Steed exploded with 1320 energy level dexterity, the speed of both man and horse exceeded twenty-five tis the speed of sound in an instant—breaking through the cone shock wave, the overload and air resistance Brand endured for a mont was like a fly hitting a piece of tempered glass at 10 km per second.
Although Brand’s perception, five tis that of an ordinary human, allowed him to react within a fraction of a second and realize his mistake, it was still too late. The Platinum Steed leaped over sixteen miles in an instant, creating a gorgeous, unnatural bright silver light band in the forest. But Brand also saw his life points plumt to the verge of the bottom line, blood seeping from his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears, with his internal organs comprehensively damaged. His life, having exceeded the warning line, imdiately entered a weakened state. Brand coughed out a mouthful of blood, the only consolation being that he hadn’t died imdiately.
It was fortunate that he possessed nearly twenty tis the constitution of an ordinary person, with a formidable regenerative ability and protection that prevented his internal organs from complete failure. If these injuries had occurred when he first crossed over, he’d likely be dead beyond recovery by now. But relying on the tenacity from high constitution, he believed that as long as he could rest and recuperate after the battle, he’d be fine.
However, there were two problems now.
First, he had no ti to rest.
Second, the Earth Envoy certainly wouldn’t give him this ti to rest.
The battle continued. Although the Earth Envoy was gigantic, lumbering in its turns, and its speed was among the lowest for creatures at level 60, “a dragon’s step covers ten human steps.” Even so, it possessed nearly two hundred energy levels of basic dexterity. The sixteen miles distance could be covered in eight or nine seconds to catch up again.
In his desperation, Brand could only co up with a makeshift solution—to have the Platinum War Steed divert the opponent, prepared for the steed’s card to enter the graveyard if necessary. He looked up at the position of the sun, realizing they were very close to the predefined spot—though it felt like a long trek due to ample ti and the need to accommodate Antitina and Romantic as re ordinary humans, incomparable to his previous full-speed pursuits with Eckn in wild escapes. Despite only minutes of chasing and fleeing, with multiple turns, they had delved about fifty to sixty miles south into the hill region. The whole process, in retrospect, made Brand break into a cold sweat.
Recalling fifty to sixty miles for the Silver Elf guard ant a recovery to half their strength, reaching mid-Gold level. Twenty mid-Gold level warriors against a level 60 boss would be more than enough. Thus, his current task was rely to delay as long as possible. After Nas finishes their battle, they would rush over at full speed, requiring about ten minutes to reach this place in a straight line.
This ant he had to hold on for at least thirty more minutes.
Brand spent a second or two roughly checking his plan, and finding no obvious flaws, he dismounted. He patted the long tal cheek of the steed—this chanically constructed creature seed to be a creation of the Heavenly God, precision-built and incredibly sturdy, seemingly never knowing fatigue while surviving several of the Earth Envoy’s attacks without a scratch. It was indeed his best executor for the plan.
But losing the steed ant he lost his ability to continue fleeing, akin to drinking poison to quench thirst. Unlike making judgnts in gas in the past, Brand now had to wager with his life, and his heart beat uncontrollably fast.
Despite this, he decisively issued the command: “BMW Silver! Go!” shouting the na he temporarily assigned to the steed. He pointed in the direction they ca from—as for the specifics of the command, summoned creatures could complete them through ntal communication anyway. The Platinum War Steed, being non-biological, had no sense of fear. It raised its head, looking at Brand with its ruby-colored eyes—rely to confirm the order. Then it turned and disappeared into the forest with a swift motion.
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