The Lord Of Blood Hill

After being locked in a stalemate with Henwell for a while, Morris gradually begins to fall into a disadvantage.

The main reason is that his nerves have begun to fray, and many flaws have started appearing in his moves.

Henwell naturally does not let those opportunities slip by. He immediately presses the advantage against Morris, and his edge grows larger and larger.

Morris now understands that it will be very difficult to defeat Henwell in a short time.

The castle's protective spell formation is not far from ending. Once that happens, the professionals of the Western Federation will immediately arrive here.

Even if only one Glory Rank professional comes, with Henwell added on top, Morris will find it very difficult to escape.

Thinking of this, Morris advances rashly, and his technique begins to fall apart.

As for Henwell, his fighting style is extremely aggressive. He usually trades wound for wound, using a minor injury of his own to exchange for a serious injury from Morris.

Compared with Henwell, who is covered in blood and fighting like a berserker, Morris does not look injured on the surface.

But only Morris himself knows that his condition is already very bad.

The abyssal demon aura inside his body has been depleted too much.

By contrast, Henwell has many visible wounds, but none of them directly affect his combat ability.

Moreover, Henwell's injuries recover very quickly. Some of the small wounds from earlier have already healed.

This is what Morris understands least. The wounds he inflicted should have been tainted with abyssal aura.

For people of this plane, abyssal aura is a deadly poison.

Even powerful knights of the church needed to avoid being wounded by it. Afterward, they will still have to spend great effort removing its effects.

Yet the Henwell before him does not seem to care at all. He looks as if he is ready to fight Morris to mutual destruction.

Knowing that this cannot continue, Morris prepares to pay a price and kill this troublesome brat in front of him.

After that, he has plenty of ways to escape the pursuit of the church and the Empire.

With a sweep of his battle spear, Morris forces Henwell back, then plants the spear into the ground. A fierce Abyssal Fire smashes toward Henwell.

Henwell dodges the impact of the Abyssal Fire and slashes out a cross-shaped sword aura with the longsword in his hand, trying to interrupt the other party's spellcasting before rushing in again for close combat.

But Morris's next movement makes Henwell stop his charge.

That cross-shaped sword aura is blocked by the Abyssal Bulwark in front of Morris.

It is a defensive abyssal magic that requires Morris to consume a great deal of abyssal demon aura.

Then Morris begins chanting in the abyssal language, using himself as the coordinate to connect with the abyss and prepare a powerful abyssal spell.

A large amount of abyssal demon aura surges into the battle spear before Morris, and the spear begins to slowly turn illusory and disappear.

Sensing the threat, Henwell does not rush forward to use all his strength to break through the protection of the Abyssal Bulwark.

Instead, he also plants his two swords at his sides and pushes the power of his dual locks to the limit.

Henwell is going to defend. He will block Morris's ultimate move.

It is not that Henwell does not want to dodge. Rather, there is still a lot of abyssal aura on his body, and Morris's spell has already locked onto it.

No matter how he dodges, he will be struck by this spell.

Just as Henwell prepares to defend, a sharp blade appears in the air above his head.

Then it rapidly manifests into a battle spear. Judging from its shape, it is the abyssal battle spear Morris has just been using.

However, this is a special spell.

Henwell has never heard of it, but he can sense intense extraordinary fluctuations within it.

Dozens of Will Locks suddenly manifest around Henwell and form the Shackles Of Civilization. The chains intertwine and wind around one another, finally forming a shield made from chains.

Holding the shield with both hands, Henwell takes a deep breath.

A moment later, the abyssal battle spear instantly smashes down and strikes the Civilization Shield above Henwell's head.

At first, the two forces only dissolve each other.

Then waves of shock ripple outward.

Finally, after a violent explosion, smoke and dust fill the surroundings.

When the dust scatters and reveals Henwell's figure, Morris's heart skips a beat.

He sees that the illusory Civilization Shield above Henwell's head has grown dimmer and even more unreal, but it has not been broken.

Realizing that he has failed to kill Henwell, Morris immediately begins casting another special spell, preparing to flee into the abyss and hide there first.

But Henwell is faster. The Civilization Shield shatters apart and gathers into a war spear that shoots straight toward Morris.

The Civilization Shield and Civilization Lance are both killing moves Henwell has developed over the past few years.

They were mainly created in the eastern world through sparring and mutual research with other colleagues.

This is also one of the reasons Henwell has the confidence to contend with Morris.

Although Morris does not sense powerful extraordinary fluctuations from Henwell's Civilization Lance, he still feels a kind of heart-pounding dread.

Just as he imagined, the Abyssal Bulwark before him fails to block Henwell's attack.

The illusory war spear cleanly shatters the Abyssal Bulwark, then smashes into the immobilized Morris.

But before Morris is struck, he also releases a powerful spell and blasts away the equally exhausted Henwell.

The Civilization Lance pierces through Morris's body, destroys his armor, and nearly exhausts the abyssal demon aura within him.

Morris's body sounds like firecrackers going off. Along with muffled thuds, more than a dozen blood holes several centimeters wide explode open across him.

Seeing Henwell climb back up again, Morris cannot help saying, "Henwell, your body has also reached its limit."

"There is no need for us to perish together. You are not loyal to the Western Regions. You are only loyal to yourself."

"We are the same. We both live for ourselves. There is no need for us to risk our lives for them."

"I know you still have combat power, but I also still have a trump card, a trump card that can kill you."

"Let me go, and both of us can survive!"

"Otherwise, I will drag you down with me first!"

Henwell spits out several mouthfuls of blood. "Are you done with your last words? Then get ready to leave this world."

Morris's injuries are extremely serious now. They are not only caused by Henwell's Civilization Lance.

It is also because he has used up his abyssal demon aura and has now completely severed his connection with the abyss.

A portion of the damage that had previously been resisted by abyssal demon aura has already returned to his body. At this moment, he can barely move.

After hearing Henwell refuse peace talks, Morris's expression turns ferocious. "Henwell! Then we will die together!"

"Also, I forgot to tell you. I am favored by the abyss. I will not die. I will only return to the abyss."

After saying this, Morris spits out a large mouthful of blood.

The blood does not fall to the ground. Instead, it condenses into a small blood-colored sword that instantly appears before Henwell's chest and pierces through him.

Henwell is sent flying as if struck by a cannonball, slamming hard into the wall.

After a tremor, Henwell falls to the ground.

Only after a long while does Henwell struggle back to his feet. A fist-sized bloody hole has appeared in his chest.

Through that hole, one can even see his writhing organs.

Severely wounded, Henwell grins and staggers toward the place where his two swords lie.

He pulls out the Dusk Greatsword, leans on it, and smiles. "So this is a bloodline counterattack?"

"It really is impressive! But do you have any other moves left? If not, I am coming over to kill you!"