"Compared to her, your skills are still not mature and perfect."
"I can help you with some supplements."
Talking nonsense!
Belmaren smashed the hammer down with all his strength, and it bounced back with a clang.
Just a little girl...what does she know about fighting! ?
Being able to achieve this level with the spirit has far exceeded our expectations. This is okay. At least in terms of strength, Belmalen no longer regards her as weak.
But if she said she could give him pointers on the knight's fighting techniques, Belmaren thought she was crazy!
"I was serious."
Facing the hammer that was coming down again, Hitzfeld blinked.
"I can see that you are very experienced in 'Civil War'. This is certainly due to your superb skills, but we can't ignore that... every 'Kelward Crusher' rotates clockwise. You have a mental estimate of the direction of the rebound before you come into contact with them."
Belmaren pursed his lips and said nothing, but burned the golden flint more frantically, trying to add the power of the power armor into the attack.
"But what if it suddenly turns counterclockwise."
"Zheng!"
As this assumption came out, the hammer was once again bounced away by the ice needle.
how?
Belmalen's eyes widened as he discovered that the angle at which the hammer bounced back was not what he expected!
Then the force-unloading plan he had prepared in advance was completely wrong. The standing posture he adjusted and the direction in which his muscles were prepared to exert force, all of this became empty talk in the face of the sudden change in angle. He was forced to let the hammer head lead his body and smash it hard against the wall, struggling to control himself from falling.
What is this?
He took off his mask, revealing a resolute face of a man in his forties. Belmaren looked at the girl with surprise for the first time, then gradually showed excitement.
"Come again!"
He roared, and while rushing forward, he pulled out a long-handled war hammer from the wall. The two hammers fell forward alternately.
You only have one needle!
Let’s see how you can block these two!
Are you planning to use the weight of the other hammer to offset the impact?
Hitzfeld admired inwardly...this man really had rich combat experience.
Her original plan was to mislead Belmaren by taking advantage of the different forces generated by each rotation of the ice needle - because only she knew in advance whether the ice needle would rotate clockwise or counterclockwise, and Belmaren could not predict it.
She could even predict Belmaren's prediction based on his posture adjustments. For example, if Belmaren guessed that this time it was clockwise and adjusted his body to meet the elastic force in that direction, she would temporarily change to counterclockwise.
She always takes the initiative.
Belmaren won't gain any advantage by fighting this way.
But he saw through this directly. After suffering a loss only once, he was able to foresee the subsequent hidden dangers, so he directly chose to pull out another hammer to balance his body weight. In this way, after the first hammer was bounced away, he could still use the second hammer to stabilize his center of gravity, and the fight would be much smoother.
And he could just give up the first hammer.
She calmed down.
If this is the plan, then the second hammer will be aimed at the final kill.
Belmaren certainly thought so.
He was completely excited. He no longer underestimated his opponent, but was determined to fight her with all his strength.
The two war hammers came down almost simultaneously, one after the other. The moment the first war hammer came down, Belmalen let go.
Ashley, who was watching, looked discolored.
So cunning!
I still let you play like this?
Do you want to kill someone?
are you crazy!
But Belmalen's action was not over yet. He immediately clenched the second hammer, and the nozzle behind him no longer spewed out white smoke but black smoke. The performance of the entire power armor was squeezed to the extreme by him at this moment. He roared and launched a desperate charge towards the front, as if he was going to use this combination of attacks to take people's lives!
Facing the buzzer-beater, Hitzfeld finally moved.
She first summoned ice needles to block the first hammer. After that, the ice needles did not disappear immediately like before, but stayed in place and continued to be used by her.
You don't think that every time the ice needle disappears it is to return to the dream world to heal.
Sorry, that was false information I released.
how--?
In Belmaren's astonishment, the ice needle continued to hit the second hammer. Hitzfeld moved his body to the side, dodging the two hammer heads that bounced off just in one step, and stepped to his side easily, taking out a small bottle from his arms and kicking a half-sized stone with his leg.
"Dang~"
The stone fell where Belmaren's foot had landed, and everyone saw his body tilt and fall down like a mountain.
Hitzfeld had already held the bottle in her hand. She twisted the bottle open during this gap, and while Belmaren was falling, she put the bottle under his nose and sprayed out a puff of light purple smoke.
Time seemed to slow down at this moment... Belmalen was caught off guard and took a puff before he could react.
The flow of time returned to normal, he fell to the ground and slid forward three meters, then immediately got up and looked back, only to see three girls standing in his place.
Shaking his head.
…it became four.
"Still fighting?"
He heard them speak at the same time.
“…I won’t fight anymore.”
After a moment of silence, Belmaren chose to give up.
The drug has already taken effect, so it can't be said that he was poisoned. The other party let him smell it openly, so he didn't make excuses.
"You are strong."
he commented.
"Regarding the matter here...is there anything I can do to help?"
I didn't get up, and I had to do a three-in-one at night.
I just finished my family’s birthday party yesterday and I may be too tired. Sorry, I will try to write more in the evening~
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Chapter 26: Dialogue in the Film (Three in One)
I reviewed the previous chapter and saw the title which reminded me of the Asian Games. “Beat them hard!” “Score! Score for me!”… and then I couldn’t help laughing for a long time.
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"You'd better drink more water before talking about serious matters." Hitzfeld looked at the golden man calmly and felt relieved in his heart.
Only she herself knew that her judgment was actually wrong.
Yes - Belmalen was arguably the strongest gold warrior she had ever seen (not counting Dailin), and she was able to manipulate such a ruthless character at her fingertips. The entire battle from the beginning to now was completely under her control, and it could be said to be a complete victory.
But is that really the case? My original assumption about him was that he was a "skilled type" rather than a "physical type" like Ashley. If this assumption was true, then he would not have been able to get up so quickly after spraining his ankle and falling.
And there is also "poisonous incense"... This incense has been refined and purified by her. In theory, as long as one is not a transcendental person, a sniff of it is enough to make the spiritual sense completely out of control. The specific manifestation may be the loss of some of the five senses, making it impossible to see, hear, smell, or speak.
But Belmullen looked almost unfazed.
He sprained his ankle and fell badly - but he got up immediately. There was confusion in his eyes but not much. His eyes were fixed in her direction, which meant that he could see, and he could have a normal conversation. The effect of the "poisonous incense" was not obvious.
She had to take back her previous judgment of this guy and from this moment on she had to confirm: Golden Knight Belmaren, he was a monster with both skills and physique.
Without a body, it would be impossible to use that technique to offset the force of the hammer's rebound. Without a body, it would be impossible to squeeze the power armor until it spewed black smoke.
This was the first time Hitzfeld had seen a power armor emitting black smoke. What did this mean? Perhaps it meant that this armor was not good enough for him, and he needed a stronger armor, but that kind of armor could not be manufactured for the time being due to the times.
Of course, even though Belmaren was a pervert, if he didn't want to stop the war and wanted to continue fighting, she wouldn't be afraid of him.
But that would be annoying, she wasn't here to fight. Now was the time to get down to business, she hated wasting her time and energy on meaningless things.
"You care about me?" Belmaren narrowed his eyes after hearing her advice. "It seems that you are not an ordinary woman. Ordinary women are very stingy."
"If you mean the young ladies in the salons in Port Wayne, I don't like them either." Hitzfeld commented lightly, and then said: "So now we have the same views, can we be considered comrades?"
"It's barely okay." Belmalen shook his head, took the water bag handed to him by a silver man, and gulped down a few gulps.
After drinking the water, the residual scent was neutralized. Belmaren could only see two shadows of the person. He was surprised and said, "Since you reminded me, I recognize you."
"So you want to rest?"
"I climb the snowy mountains naked every year during the cold moon. I've fallen off before... I broke both my legs and an arm the first time, but then it got easier and easier. I'm not kidding you. What I'm feeling now is nothing compared to what I felt then."
Is he a chatterbox?
Hitzfeld refreshed her impression of the golden man, and then she realized that this was not something difficult to understand.
If this man was really an ascetic with a strange personality as rumored, then he would have spent most of his life either carrying out secret missions alone or challenging himself in extremely harsh natural environments.
He has always lacked a partner, so naturally he rarely has the opportunity to talk to others. Once this kind of person gets the chance, he will talk a lot. This has nothing to do with his personality, because this is human nature.
Humans are social animals. In extreme environments, what kills a person may not be the shortage of resources, but loneliness.
"I don't always say so much!"
Belmaren may have sensed from her eyes that he was behaving abnormally, and he felt that he needed to explain: "I said that because I recognize you! I think you are qualified to listen to me! I said that!"
Hitzfeld thought for a second about how to respond, and whispered, "... then I'm honored."
"You are very good, Count!" Belmalen grinned and took off the metal helmet, revealing his entire face.
"Angus Belmullen!"
"Esun Hitzfeld."
After formally explaining their names, the two began to work with Baiyin, who had gotten up, to clean up the mess.
There are a few people wedged in the iron railings and they need to be gotten out.
There were also collapsed walls and large amounts of blue-black stone bricks blocking the road, which had to be cleared away to avoid tripping.
During this process, Hitzfeld was communicating with Belmaren. She didn't ask him directly why he always acted so crazy, but very cleverly asked him first, "Why did you become a Flint Knight?"
"You should be asking me why I chose to join the Order."
Belmaren used both hands to pick up the brick and threw it far away.
Some of the pieces almost hit the warden, who tried hard to control his emotions and dared not speak.
Hitzfeld looked at his profile in the light and found that his angular face was covered with white hair and a pure white beard.
The beard is not long, just a little longer than "stubble". Because it is trimmed very neatly, it gives people a very good feeling.
Coupled with his rough, powerful and loud voice, his age suddenly seemed to be ten years older, heading straight for fifty.
He didn't smell bad either.
Hitzfeld thought.
At least she couldn't smell it from this distance.
All I can say is that legends cannot be fully trusted. Maybe it is true that no one has ever seen him taking a bath, but that doesn't mean he can't take a bath secretly by himself.
“I am an orphan,” Belmaren said.
The corridor had been almost cleared at this time. Seeing that he was willing to communicate, Hitzfeld simply gestured to the warden to continue leading the way so that they could talk while walking.
"I am an orphan among orphans." Belmalen followed her and laughed when he said this.
"Are you curious? Because I am the only survivor of 'Dinak Village'. It was Red who found me and saved me. We were both very young at that time... He is of course older than me. I can say that I was educated by him. Sometimes I regard him as my father."
Hitzfeld tried not to show her surprise, because she found that this golden man was a little too open-minded.
If Flick said some things or some words, he would definitely feel ashamed. But Belmaren didn't mind at all. His voice was still so loud and he didn't mean to hide anything.
He never felt embarrassed or ashamed.
