Chapter 155 "I will fight to the death, until my spear falls to the ground and I can't get up."

The barbarian war drums roared.

Even Paras' eyes flashed with astonishment, but it was fleeting, and years of training allowed him to quickly regain his composure.

He stood with his sword drawn, his eyes sharp.

"Don't panic! Don't get confused!!"

"Follow my command and form a defensive formation!"

Paras' voice was as loud as a bell, trying his best to stabilize the morale of the troops.

However, he was calm enough.

But those patrol warriors were mostly new recruits.

Faced with the huge number of barbarians charging at them, they panicked and lost their composure.

A young warrior was hit in the chest by a barbarian's huge axe in horror. Blood gushed out like a fountain and he fell down in a particularly tragic way.

When the other warriors around saw this scene, they were so frightened that their faces turned pale, their bodies trembled, and they even lost the courage to fight.

At that time, Atreus in the back roared, drew out his spear and stabbed forward, trying to protect his fallen companion, but it was too late.

The battle soon descended into chaos and blood, with broken limbs flying everywhere, blood splattered everywhere, and cries of pain could be heard everywhere.

Although the young warriors of Rakkor had undergone rigorous training, they were still in front of the barbarians with huge bodies and strong limbs.

They are like lambs to be slaughtered.

The scene has become a mess.

Seeing that the team could not unite, Paras could only rush into the battlefield with his sword, fighting desperately to protect the rest of his companions.

Under the violent massacre of the barbarians, the young Rakkor warriors fell one after another.

Only Atreus and Pylas still have the ability to fight and are struggling to hold on.

However, the barbarians were so numerous that they could not be killed all.

Gradually, their physical strength began to be overdrawn, and the weapons in their hands became heavier and heavier.

A barbarian stabbed Paras in the side with a bone dagger. Paras gasped and pulled out the dagger while enduring the pain.

What he didn't notice was that at this moment, another huge axe came from behind him.

A matter of life and death.

Atreus hurled his spear sharply, striking the barbarian in the neck with precision, saving Pylas' life.

The huge body fell to the ground with a loud bang.

The two men turned around tacitly, covered each other, and jointly fought against the surrounding enemies.

The fighting became more intense.

The wounds on their bodies increased.

Paras had been stabbed several times, and one of his arms was cut so deep that the bone was invisible.

But he seemed to feel no pain and continued to fight hard.

Atreus wasn't in a much better condition. There was a gash on his back from the giant axe, and the bloody scars on his legs were horrifying.

This was a chaotic battle with a huge disparity in strength.

Thanks to the two people's unyielding will, the battle lasted from the afternoon to dusk.

finally.

The two men were exhausted and fell to the ground on the battlefield, losing consciousness.

The setting sun is like blood.

Dyed the entire forest red.

The battlefield, which was once filled with blood and chaos, has returned to silence.

It was filled with the breath of death, and endless wailing and grief were hidden in the silence.

The broken arms and corpses of young warriors of Lakkor were scattered all over the ground, and their deaths were horrific.

The barbarians have left.

But, they were not dead yet. After an unknown amount of time, Atreus regained consciousness from his daze.

He glanced slightly to the side and saw Paras lying unconscious beside him out of the corner of his eye.

At this moment, he could feel Paras's weak and heavy breathing.

After waking up for a moment.

Atreus forced himself to stand up with his weak body, picked up Pylas from the ground, and then staggered towards the village.

The darkness of the forest gradually enveloped the two lonely figures, making them look particularly sad.

[The sound of swords clashing has passed by my ears.]

[The sharp blade pierces my body, but I still move forward resolutely! 】

[Thousands of times, I have found my new limits, and I still move forward with all my heart. 】

[I will fight to the death, until my spear falls to the ground and I can’t get up.]

[Even so, I remain undefeated and spit blood on my enemies.]

This scene falls.

The audience were all filled with grief and sorrow.

["Suddenly"]
[“How tragic!”]
[“It feels to me like a group of violent men bullying a group of children.”]
[“That shouldn’t be the case. The Lakor people are a martial nation and they train so rigorously. How could they break at the slightest touch?”]
[“What’s the use of having good training? A bunch of new recruits, who wouldn’t be scared when they get on the battlefield?”]
[“In my opinion, they were slaughtered unilaterally, mainly because there were too many barbarians and they were naturally strong.”]
[“From this perspective, Pylas and Atreus are both amazing. They are truly the best warriors of their age.”]
[“He’s still fighting despite all the damage he’s received. His will is so strong!!”]
[“I will fight to the death until my spear falls to the ground and I can’t get up.”]
[“So cool, isn’t it!!”]
[“Spitting at the enemy with blood foam, that means spitting at the sword demon, hahahaha.”]
"No, where's the brain?!"

The more Guo Xiaoming read, the more upset he became, and he couldn't help but start criticizing.

"Another lousy plot without any logic. Since both of them are mortals, how could they survive this situation?"

"Are those barbarians fools?"

"Or do we look like fools?"

[“Laugh to death!”]
[“Four Eyes is barking again.”]
[“Why so many things?”]
[“They are blessed with the aura of the protagonists, the children of destiny, how could they not survive?”]
[“That’s right, if you need so much realistic logic, why bother reading stories? Just read nonfiction!”]
[“No problem, support Su Shen!”]
At this moment, on the stage.

Su Xinghe continued to narrate, a personal monologue from Atreus.

"That day, we were ordered to go to the forest outside the village to carry out a mission."

"But they were suddenly ambushed and slaughtered by a group of barbaric invaders."

"All of my companions died in the battle. Only Pallas and I survived."

"We were once enemies, but now we are surrounded by the real enemy, fighting back to back, enduring pain and bleeding."

"Although it lasted a long time."

"But there are too many enemies."

"We were ultimately unable to break out and both fell on the battlefield."

"Fortunately, with a strong will to survive, we survived."

"After waking up, I carried Paras on my back for three days and three nights and returned to the village."

“As the saying goes, a friend in need is a friend indeed.”

"After this disaster, Pallas and I became close friends, and we soon became the closest of friends."

“It really makes me feel so emotional!”

"This is the turning point of fate. Once enemies, now closest friends."

"And we are friends for life and death! What a precious friendship."

"The two men put aside their past grudges and covered each other on the battlefield. At that time, they had already given each other their backs."

"And in the end, Atreus didn't leave alone. Instead, he carried Pylas back to the village. That was the ultimate move!"

“I’m a little touched.”

""After returning to the village.""

"We have reported this tragedy to the elders of our tribe and the Cult of the Fiery Sun, hoping that they can punish the barbarians."

“But the result was unexpected.”

(End of this chapter)