Chapter 63: Dawn

  The defensive shield constructed with the Exquisite Staff was actually shattered by a fist.

  A full 17 levels of difference, yet it's still no match for that Extreme Sword Technique.

  How could I have lost to a nameless nobody from a loose confederation like the Bellmard Territory?

  Even Weismann, who was accustomed to creating all sorts of wonders and had seen countless strange phenomena, felt as if he were dreaming.

  However, the smell of death that came from all over his body, and the life that had almost slipped away, made him clearly understand that this was not a dream, but reality. The black-haired youth had endured three days and nights of pursuit with an extremely strong willpower, then grasped a certain incredibly powerful technique, and used it to defeat himself.

  Underestimated...

  It's gone too far.

  The boat has capsized in the canal!

  This was Weismann's conclusion after he had cooled down.

  If he could do it all over again, he would definitely have the female ghost swords take a defensive stance from the start, while keeping himself at the optimal casting distance. He would utilize the Death Spirit's powerful long-range firepower and control skills to thoroughly suppress Mide and then annihilate him. Instead of recklessly charging to the front line and hard-pressing Mide at such close range.

  But there is no "if" in this world, so the final victory belongs to Midy Astrix, and Wiseman Newton, who made most people tremble with fear in the Delos Empire, became a loser and a stepping stone.

  But it's okay if I lose, there's always next time!

  After being entangled for a few seconds, Wiseman's mentality quickly calmed down, just like how the Fog Witch escaped and he became depressed for a few seconds before starting to have fun chasing Midy. A crazy person must have something extraordinary about them, otherwise it would be difficult to survive. And Wiseman's greatest characteristic lies in this abnormal carefreeness.

  As for the current situation, although it does look quite bleak, for Weissman, it is still far from being hopeless. As a necromancer, Weissman's understanding of life even surpasses that of most renowned clerics, and the trump cards he has left for himself are numerous.

  One of them is "soul transference".

  It's just a pity for this carefully cultivated body.

  With a hint of regret, the Death Knight's mouth curled up into an eerie smile: "Middy Aslexis, you win this time, but one day we will meet again."

  Of course, on one condition: you can survive my final general attack. Weissman said proudly in his heart.

  Along with these words, the face of the necromancer began to distort, and countless blood seeped out from those eyes that were always narrowed, his whole body started to smoke, and the blood at the corner of his mouth evaporated due to high temperature.

  However, Medici was prepared. His experience from the previous life made him very clear that Weissman was absolutely not an easy enemy to deal with, and this degree of injury would not be enough to really kill him. On the contrary, many famous adventurers had thought they had given Weissman a fatal blow, only to suffer a strong counterattack due to their carelessness, resulting in them losing their lives instead.

  Reborn for twenty years, Mi Di would certainly not make such a low-level mistake again.

  At the moment when Wiseman started provoking him, he didn't even need to think and naturally lowered his posture and retreated quickly.

  There was no complacency or pride after defeating the strong enemy, nor was there joy and relaxation after escaping death, nor was there any confusion about Weisman's deadpan expression. Middy directly withdrew.

  Just as Middy had just withdrawn to a distance of less than ten meters, the scenery around Weissman suddenly became distorted due to the sudden rise in temperature. Orange-red flames emerged from the void, like fine snakes swimming in the boiling air, and soon formed a group of mysterious symbols that surrounded Weissman.

  A faint glow flashed across the surface of the flame rune like flowing water, and tens of thousands of light particles flew rapidly towards the center from all directions, gathering into an extremely bright white dot in an instant. A formless but terrifying power first contracted inward, then violently expanded, and finally exploded silently!

  The entire space shook for a moment, and the center of the forest seemed to have a second sun, with dazzlingly bright light bursting out, followed by a deafening roar that shattered eardrums, and finally a scorching blast of heat that almost overturned the entire area.

  Even though he escaped the blast radius in the first moment, Mide was blown away by the strong winds for tens of meters, and his already battered body added several bruises and abrasions.

  When he finally steadied himself, all he saw was a black mushroom cloud rising across from him. The place where he and Weissmann had fought just moments before was now nothing but a massive crater over ten meters in diameter, with flames and carbonized dust swirling inside like the mouth of a volcano.

  Is it over?

  They've all blown themselves up, so there shouldn't be any more ambushes, right?

  Midi thought to himself. Even if he grasped the extreme meaning and destroyed his opponent's physical body, Midi had to admit that Weissman Newton was a strong enemy among strong enemies, and in his previous life, he was an opponent he had never defeated before, so he had to be cautious.

  But it didn't end there.

  In the woods, the rustling of leaves, the crisp sound of fallen leaves and withered branches being trampled, and three heavy footsteps came from different directions.

  Three female ghostly swordsmen were swaying and staggering towards Midee, as if they were zombies or marionettes being manipulated by invisible strings.

  The previous blow was extremely intentional, destroying their weapons and directly sending the three of them flying out. For ordinary people, this degree of impact would be a fatal blow. However, they were not ordinary people, nor could they even be considered human. The terrifying regenerative power of experimental subjects was still in effect, pulling the female ghost swords back from the brink of death.

  Weissman apparently gave some kind of order before self-destructing, at this moment, the three female ghost swords all shone with a dangerous red light in their eyes. And their originally battered bodies were recovering at a visible speed, fixed at level 30, and even soaring!

  Grade 31, Grade 32, Grade 33...

  It wasn't until it had been upgraded all the way to level 35 that it finally stopped.

  This is no longer a matter of exchanging one's life, but rather completely burning through it, like a gambler who has lost all sense of reason and is recklessly betting away the future.

  At this moment, Mi Di had already played all his cards.

  His hands were a mess of blood and flesh, completely unresponsive, only trembling violently. All the strength in his body had been drained from using his ultimate technique three times, plus the exhaustion of his physical and mental energy over the past three days and nights, as well as the countless wounds and bloodshed from the continuous battles, now Midie was lucky to still be conscious, let alone stand up and escape.

  Midi could only watch as three 35-level female ghost swordsmen approached.

  This is a desperate situation, an insoluble desperation.

  But Meddy's eyes remained calm.

  Because from the very beginning I had made up my mind, I absolutely would not yield to fate, I must conquer death and return to Fina and Eris' side.

  So when Death's scythe fell again, he still faced it with composure.

  His gaze swept over the ground, which was covered with withered branches, fallen leaves and stones, then he spotted a sharp and flat stone among them. Midy struggled to move forward a few steps, bent down, arched his back, and picked up the stone in his mouth, adjusted its position with his tongue, and bit it firmly with his teeth.

  Can't use both hands?

  There is also mouth and teeth.

  Can't move your body?

  At least consciousness is clear.

  As long as I am still here, I will fight back.

  The smile of the red-haired girl and the face of the black-haired girl flashed through Middy's mind, and his eyes once again surged with a firm light because of them.

  This life, will absolutely not give up.

  As if sensing the host's strong will, the ghostly energy in his left arm also trembled slightly at this moment.

  Midi took a deep breath, feeling the scorching air remaining in the air entering his lungs and flowing to his limbs, his heart also slightly burning.

  Come on.

  Mi Di clenched the knife-like stone slab, silently reciting to himself, as cold as a stone statue, quietly waiting for the three female ghosts to stumble along this hundred-meter path.

  He quietly awaited the last, most cruel, and most primitive pure fight for survival to begin.

  He didn't know how much of a chance he had, maybe even zero, but what's it matter?

  But it seems that fate's anger has finally reached its strongest point at this moment.

  Or was it Midie's persistence that finally stepped out of that invisible prison.

  The battle was over before it had even begun.

  Hundreds and thousands of rays of light flashed through the air, emitting a sharp whistling sound, like a brilliant blue rainbow that swept over Midy's head, accurately striking the area where the female ghost swords were located. Countless magic bullets poured down like a torrential rain, instantly submerging the entire area in intense explosions.

  At the same time, countless demonic vines suddenly rose in front of Mide, they quickly intersected with each other, and instantly wove into an indestructible wall, like a group of extremely loyal guards, protecting Mide behind them.

  Then came the sound of footsteps running swiftly by.

  Mi Di turned around with difficulty and then saw that one head of striking red hair, followed by a waterfall-like black hair.

  Fina was the first one to rush to Mide's side.

  The red-haired girl saw Midy's miserable state at a glance, saw the wounds all over his body, his bloody and bruised hands, his extremely tired expression, his pale face, his dry and cracked lips, and... the piece of stone that looked ridiculously funny in his mouth.

  This guy!

  Fina suddenly felt a pang in her chest, as if her heart had been stabbed by something, and it hurt so much.

  It's come to this point, and you're still working so hard?

  It's no longer a matter of being afraid to die or not, but rather a question of whether one has the will to fight. If it were someone else, even if they were extremely heroic, they would probably only be able to stand proudly, with an unyielding attitude and fearless eyes, calmly awaiting the arrival of death.

  But Midee, he would rather fight in such an ugly, ridiculous and stupid way without any chance of winning than give up.

  How hard must it be! How can someone keep going after getting this far?

  For a moment, Fiona didn't know what to say. All the words and thoughts that had been accumulating in her mind over the past three days and nights were all thrown out of her mind when she saw Middy.

  The red-haired girl just wanted to give the boy in front of her a good hug.

  So she did it without hesitation.

  A faint scent wafted over, a soft touch, warm body temperature, and Feena pounced into Middy's arms, hiding her face in Middy's chest, then remained still, only that one dazzling red hair still flickering in Middy's eyes.

  Am I dreaming?

  Midi was dazed and thought.

  The relationship between myself and Feena has indeed become very strong, the bond has deepened, however, it is still unrelated to romance, even if it's ambiguous, it's not much. On one hand, the time was too short, on the other hand, there were not many opportunities left for the two people, most of the time, the boy and girl had to face one battle after another that they must win.

  But how did it end up in your arms now?

  I don't understand what you're getting at.

  Girl's heart, sea needle. This was originally not something that could be understood even with rebirth.

  So Mideer didn't think much, just wholeheartedly feeling and embracing his true Fina. Feeling her breath, her softness, the texture of her skin, the weight of her body, the strength of her arms, her smooth red hair, and her rhythmic breathing.

  It was worth it, so hard work, finally worth it! Not only is it worth it, but also too worth it, super value!

  Midi silently screamed in her heart, and on her face, which had always been calm and indifferent, a sunny smile suddenly appeared.

  Pain, fatigue, unease and anger have all vanished into thin air.

  This hug is enough.

  But good times don't last long.

  They had just hugged for a moment when a pair of cold and ruthless hands forcibly separated them.

  Who is it that's so tactless as to come and disturb me at this time? Are you looking for death? Take a hit from me!

  Medi was furious, he spat out what was in his mouth with a "hiss" and swept past with an icy gaze.

  The next moment, Middy's line of sight collided with Alice's even colder gaze. Middy immediately turned his head away stiffly, avoiding the misty witch's gaze that seemed to pierce through his soul.

  "What are you doing!" Fiona shouted out in a rage, her tone full of anger.

  "I'm going for treatment now, get out of the way." Alice said coldly, her tone carrying icy snowflakes.

  As if to add weight to her words, the Fog Witch immediately summoned a sprig of emerald-green plant life. The plant took root instantly, then burst into bloom with six pale-gold petals, from which a soft, gentle glow emanated, filling Midie with a sense of comfort and well-being as his strength and vitality began to slowly return, while the crisscrossing wounds on his body also started to gradually heal.

  This scene made the usually proud and unyielding Bullet Queen swallow her retort that had already reached her lips. However, Fiona's gaze showed no signs of weakness, piercing towards Eris like a sword.

  Alice also narrowed her eyes and stared back with a cold gaze.

  Two girls started another round of rivalry just like this.

  Midi sat between the two of them, very cleverly and silently accepting treatment, without a sound, without saying a word, like a stone statue.

  At this time, persuade the frame? Joking, that death will be more miserable than being caught by Weissmann.

  However, in the eyes of the large crowd that rushed over, Midy is now simply in heaven. On one side, she is the pearl of the Kingdom of Bellmare, the thousand-golden-miss of the Hamilton family; on the other side, she is the master of the forest, controlling the mysterious fairy tribe. A man who has achieved this much is truly beyond words.

  At this moment, the confrontation between Fiona and Alice also formed an unspoken atmosphere that was off-limits to outsiders. Moreover, the effect of Alice's healing summon "Emerald Undine" was indeed extraordinary, so there was no need for others to worry.

  "Disperse and start searching for the three enemies immediately, while being cautious of ambushes." Krasite glanced at the man and two women in the middle, then began to issue orders without looking up, his voice very soft.

  "A circular formation, protect Master Middy well." Batlan said so, starting to deploy the formation in a mediocre manner. However, this formation was somewhat excessive, with the nearest guard over 100 meters away from Middy, as if unwilling to disturb the three people in between.

  It's also possible that it was their survival instincts that made these battle-hardened soldiers dare not disturb them.

  "That damned Mid, I knew it, I knew it!" Lillian muttered to herself, staring at Mid with a look that could kill, her small face puffed up in anger. But finally, the Blue Fist Saint seemed to give up, slumping down her narrow shoulders and letting out a resigned sigh.

  "In short, let's just go with the flow." Sigmund patted his partner on the shoulder, looking at the girls who were confronting each other, but a sly smile crept onto his face. "But next time, that kid will be in for a tough time, as they say, greed will get you nowhere."

  The Aslex family troops, the Night Blade Leopard Cavalry, and Fina's personal guard, everyone's gaze swept over the three people, either unintentionally or intentionally, with varying degrees of attention. However, the young man and woman were completely unaware.

  Or in other words, there is nothing else in one's eyes except for the other person.

  "Welcome back." This was the first thing Feena said to Middy after ending her standoff with Alice.

  In the eyes of the red-haired girl, there was a gleam of joy.

  "Welcome back." Alice added in a low voice, her originally cold tone suddenly becoming extremely gentle and pleasant, like music.

  "I'm back," Midei said with a nod towards the two of them, revealing his smile once again.

  Just like in those days.

  The golden light of dawn spilled down at this moment, falling on the boys and girls like a warm gauze.

  This is the dawn of three people.

  This is a victory for the three of them.