Chapter Sixty: The Challenge of Fate

  Midi was running in the woods.

  Trees flew past one by one behind the line of sight, and all that could be heard in the ears were the sounds of wind and boots stepping on dry leaves.

  His suit of magical armor, passed down through generations of the Elf tribe, was now broken and tattered. His left arm, which housed a ghostly spirit, hung limply by his side, with fresh blood constantly dripping from his fingertips. On his left shoulder, there was a deep gash that exposed bone, with skin and flesh turned outward, making it a gruesome sight to behold.

  Not only that, but Meddy's face was also extremely ugly, having turned a frosty blue color due to blood loss, and his lips were deathly pale, just like a dead person.

  Only those black eyes still shone brightly, burning with an unquenchable fighting spirit.

  However, relying solely on fighting spirit is no way to reverse the current extreme disadvantage.

  Those three female ghost swords stuck tightly to his body, giving Midi a big headache. These three female ghost swords were all 30 levels, and after chasing and killing them all the way, Midi had already figured out their professions - the white-haired one was a contract magician, using a snake belly sword; The silver-haired one was a sword driver, using a slender sword; The gray-haired one was a dark knight, using a magic sword.

  The snake belly sword is extremely agile and has no dead angles, making it suitable for medium-range restraint.

  The slender sword quickly thrusts and stabs, extremely fast, skilled in close-range quick strikes.

  The magic sword, once swung, is a piece of crazy bombing, and can instantly control a very large range.

  The perfect coordination between the three of them left Mide fundamentally unable to make a move, let alone launch a counterattack with a combination of punches and kicks, they didn't even have the opportunity to release an ice seal array to restrict him.

  What's worse is that the evil spirit residing in Miti's left arm renders the three female ghost swords almost ineffective.

  Midi was not surprised, for from the moment he saw Weissman, he had already known the true identity of the three female ghost swordsmen - artificial creations of the Empire's Alchemy Guild, experimental bodies from the Birma trial grounds. What dwelled in their left arms were not real ghosts, but a special kind of magical crystal. This pseudo-ghost naturally had many defects, however, it was immune to Midi's natural suppression of other ghosts.

  It's just like a king can make nobles, knights and commoners kneel down, but cannot make lifeless wax figures bow.

  The fake thing is even more annoying at this moment.

  But compared to the troublesome female ghost sword, their master could only be described as terrifying.

  "Wraith's Hand" Weissman Newton, the former agent of the Delos Empire in Balmont, had both the Seth family and the Blood Blade thieves under his control. He never showed any mercy to the Upper Sky team either, making Midy suffer countless hardships.

  In this life, although he is still unknown at the moment, he has already become a 45th-level necromancer.

  No matter how rich the combat experience is, Midee is only 28 levels old and is a close combat profession. The difference of 17 levels is like a moat between him and Weissman, completely cutting off any possibility of transcending the level challenge. Midee estimated that if he were to be hit by "Nightmare Hand"'s full force now, his physical body would immediately be corroded away, with no way to resist.

  What was even more intimidating to Medici, however, was not Weissman's awe-inspiring rank, but his crazy and meaningless personality.

  Everything in Weisman's eyes is just a toy, whether it's power or honor, or the experiments themselves that have invested countless funds. "The Hand of Nightmare" will not be obsessed with specific things, as long as it can attract his attention, he will go to plunder, study, and when he gets bored, he will discard and destroy.

  At this moment.

  At the last moment when it was a matter of life and death, failing to capture the Fog Witch must be somewhat disheartening.

  Should I deal with this immediate enemy who ruined everything or go back to the battlefield and catch that witch again, either way, I should hesitate for a moment?

  However, these negative emotions and hesitant thoughts did not appear on Weissman's body at all. When he found out that Alice hadn't been teleported over, the necromancer simply shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly and immediately launched a full-force attack on Middy!

  Let's just grab one, anyway it won't be a loss!

  The light emanating from Weisman's narrowed eyes seemed to be saying so.

  It's just like a cat playing with a mouse, rather than being in the midst of a bloody war.

  This extremely relaxing yet dangerous attitude, for Midee who is good at calculation, reasoning and tactics, seems to be a prison that can't find a way out, trapping him tightly and unable to escape.

  Will I be caught and taken away for experimentation or simply killed right here?

  For the first time since his rebirth, a gray despairing thought emerged in Mide's heart.

  He has worked hard enough, not only working hard, but also applying all his experience, the advantages of rebirth. However, this strong accumulation, at this moment in front of a stronger enemy, seems so fragile, so vulnerable to attack.

  Glancing at the shoulder where blood was flowing profusely, even without a chance to bandage the wound, Midy couldn't help but smile bitterly.

  But this is also natural.

  Mantis catches cicada, yellow sparrow behind.

  In his previous life, Mèi Dí was that ignorant and foolish cicada, so in the end he could only face the mantis's two blades. In this life, however, he has become a cunning and aggressive mantis, so he must confront the oriole's iron beak that pierces everything.

  The stronger oneself is, the higher the stage on which one will compete, and naturally, the more powerful enemies one will encounter.

  "The Nightmare's Hand" Weissman? Newton, but it is just an embodiment of this law.

  Even without him, Midy would still face other enemies with overwhelming advantages in such a war of nobles, for he rose too quickly and the time left to him to settle and grow was too short.

  That's what they call fate.

  Even reincarnation cannot escape the eternal shackles.

  Fate?

  As soon as this word flashed through his mind, Mi Di couldn't help but clench his fists.

  Isn't one's rebirth precisely for the sake of defying fate?

  In an instant, he suddenly remembered the red-haired Fina, like a Valkyrie on the battlefield, and the black-haired Alice, like an icy beauty. At this moment, the girls were also doing their best to fight on the battlefield, right? How could he be discouraged, how could he give up like this?

  Maybe I'm still just a one-sided love, and the bond between us is far from being intimate. But if I really died like this, they should also feel sad, right?

  Thinking of Feina and Eris' sorrowful expressions, thinking of the pain and despair of his past life, and finally thinking of his grand aspirations and vows since his rebirth, Midie's entire body suddenly shuddered, and the demon god on his left arm seemed to roar again at this moment.

  Don't die!

  Even if it's the shackles of fate, I absolutely cannot die!

  I must live on, for this fate, for all people to see!

  In those black pupils, a silver flame ignited instantly. The next moment, accompanied by an extremely fast incantation, countless icicles bloomed directly under Middy's feet!

  Midi, who had been prepared, was like a wisp of smoke, darting through the countless sharp icicles without being hurt. The three female ghost swords behind her were caught off guard, and their speed suddenly decreased. More than ten seconds later, when they finally crossed the ice array, Midi's figure had already disappeared into the lush leaves.

  "Do you think you can escape that easily? There's no way." Weissman, riding on a skeletal horse, sneered and pointed his staff in one direction without hesitation, "Pursue, it's right there!"

  Midi certainly didn't expect to escape with just one Ice Seal Array.

  But when he started to thoroughly mobilize the demonic energy of his left arm, it was also quite difficult for Weissman and company to keep him locked in their firing range.

  The two sides unfolded a fierce pursuit battle in the dense forest, one after another.

  After a few hours, the night grew darker, and darkness began to spread. It was as if many black-winged night birds were flying silently in the azure sky, making everything hazy and absorbing all light.

  Midi panted and crossed a shallow stream, he didn't even have the strength to jump from stone to stone, and could only drag his feet to get through. Suddenly, water splashed everywhere, making a loud gurgling sound. At the end of the stream was a magnificent waterfall group, with three or four waterfalls hanging in mid-air, dense water curtains, icy mist rising, and lush vegetation all around, clearly a hidden good place.

  At this moment, Mide finally exerted himself, using his precious physical strength to jump and leap continuously on the protruding cliff, quickly crossing over the first waterfall. Next, Mide unhesitatingly plunged down and grasped the top of the rocky peak of the second waterfall, but instead of flipping over, he turned around and jumped across a shallow pool of water, then swiftly crouched and entered the thicket on his left side.

  Reborn for twenty years, Mi Di is not only a noble of a fallen country, a ghost swordsman, and a commander, but also a standard adventurer. In his previous life, many times, what he had to get rid of were not just humans, but also various magical beasts with keen sense of smell and extremely strong night vision.

  It's already nighttime now, and the whole environment is more favorable for Midie.

  After more than ten minutes, three female ghost swords appeared under the waterfall. They looked around, but couldn't find any trace to track, and obviously lost their way.

  Weissman arrived afterwards, this powerful necromancer rarely furrowed his brow, then chanted a long incantation, only then did he extend the staff and swept across a large area.

  "Master, there are signs of climbing over there!" The white-haired female ghost's eyes gleamed in front of her sword.

  "Fake, go west and search thoroughly, don't give him a chance to rest!" Weissman said lazily, then yawned, "I'm a bit sleepy, I'll take a break first."

  The three female ghost swordsmen had no complaints and immediately charged into the thicket on the left without any hesitation.

  About half an hour later, the crisp sound of clashing swords and the roar of magical explosions rose in the silent night. After a chaotic battle, Middy fled in disarray, and after several twists and turns, he finally escaped the entanglement of the female ghost swordsmen again, hiding back into the shadows.

  This scene was performed many times tonight.

  The female ghost swords do not need rest, as experimental bodies, their pain and fatigue can be directly compensated with lifespan, before being beheaded or running out of lifespan, they can fight forever.

  Weissman can sleep soundly, the Lich has many kinds of protective seals to protect himself and is not afraid of Middy's sneak attack. He even hopes for Middy's sneak attack. But even if Middy doesn't sneak attack, Weissman will still launch a new round of pursuit with full spirit the next morning.

  And Meddy, as a normal human who needs rest, can only catch a few winks in the gap, barely getting half an hour of shallow sleep after shaking off his opponent, and then immediately gets up to respond to battle, trying to shake him off again.

  After a night, Mide's physical strength was undoubtedly consumed a lot, and his energy was greatly discounted.

  At least he made it through the night.

  But time will always be on Midy's side, for the black-haired youth firmly believes that the girls will ultimately emerge victorious, even if he himself is no longer on the battlefield.

  And he had no doubt that Fiona and Alice would come to search for him, find him, and then fight side by side with him against any strong enemy.

  Every minute and every second that Midie endured meant an increase in his chances of winning, thus gradually breaking free from the shackles of fate.

  So even if pain and fatigue penetrate deep into his bones, he still grits his teeth and persists.

  Until the dawn arrives.