Chapter 223
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Chapter 223: Breaking Someone’s Wall
He’s faster than me…
As he thought this, the burning sensation in his abdomen intensified, with waves of pain hitting him every second.
Jesse gritted his teeth and muttered under his breath, "Darn it… that guy with the crossbow…"
The crossbowman in the distance was shouting hysterically, "Get rid of these illusions! No! This is all fake! I will kill you, you fallen apprentice of Orc! Blasphemer of the Holy Light! A disgrace to mages, a scum of humanity, a traitor to the Alliance!"
He shouted loudly, straightened up, his head shaking as he stared intensely here, crying and raising the crossbow again, shaking as he aimed!
"You’re done for… warlock… Do you think you are immortal? Just like those Necromancers?"
Jesse raised his arm, ready to use Fear to stop him, but then a hammer flew over and smashed the man’s head directly.
His body rolled out as if hit by a car on a highway, his entire head scattered into a mist of blood, the hammer still flying far before landing with a dull thud in the soil.
Whether he was a mage or not… there was no way to know now.
Looking back in the direction the hammer came from, Greed muttered something, repeatedly punching barehanded at another person holding a shield, each punch distorting the shield more.
Suddenly, there was a crazed roar from behind, making Jesse think he was hallucinating.
When he looked back, he saw a person running towards him like a wild wolf. The person was holding a long sword, with a face covered in mud and tears, shouting loudly with saliva dripping down his neck.
Jesse saw the sword coming at him and barely dodged the attack. He then used his magic wand to strike back, throwing off the enemy’s rhythm. The enemy stumbled a few steps, looking determined, and tried to strike back with his sword.
The man seemed to have some sword skills, but they were not very good. Jesse could easily predict where the next attack would come from. Jesse’s long staff gave him the advantage in distance. When the enemy swung the sword diagonally, Jesse accurately hit his hand, making him drop the weapon.
With just one hit, the man winced in pain, lying on the ground gasping for air. The sword flew half a meter away. As he tried to grab the sword again, Jesse hit him on the face with the staff. He groaned and fell to the ground, his nose bleeding.
As the man crawled over to grab the sword, Jesse had already stepped to the side, picking up the sword in advance. He endured the pain, preparing to stab the man in the back, but hesitated suddenly.
The man crawled backwards, looking around for a place to hide, pleading, "Don’t kill me, don’t kill me… Master…"
Why should he kill him?
After all, he was a living person!
A living person… full of life energy. If he dies, everything will be gone soon.
The thought turned black like decaying flower petals, engulfing Jesse’s mind in darkness.
The power of darkness seemed to sense the change in his heart, seeping through his veins and crawling up his wrist.
Pointing his magic wand at the retreating human, he coldly uttered, "Eramang, Siriondor."
In that moment, he even had a feeling that he could unleash this magic without chanting a spell.
The man suddenly convulsed, starting to softly mutter some unclear words, "Er…uh."
His expression began to contort, his mouth twitching uncontrollably, as if he wanted to scratch his cheeks, neck, chest, and hair.
He felt extremely uncomfortable all over his body but couldn’t pinpoint where.
"Demon…demon!" he growled softly, not knowing where to direct his growl. Eventually, his curses turned into sobs. He tried to crawl away with all his might but found the skin on his arms wrinkling visibly. He couldn’t muster any strength, unable to even move his body. The sobs quickly turned into a soft moaning sound.
Jesse clenched his fists, looking down to see a crossbow bolt on the ground, still stained with blood, while realizing his own stomach had already healed.
The man on the ground looked at the warlock in front of him, he could hardly move, filled with despair, crying out, "I don’t want to die…"
"Jesse, Jesse!"
A blurry voice came from beside him, Greed held Jesse’s face, patting him and said, "Are you okay? Why is your face covered in blood? Dammit… you can’t die."
"My face is covered in blood?"
Jesse blinked, feeling some dry thick liquid making his eyes sting and itch, he rubbed his eyes hard, realizing his hands and sleeves were already covered in blood.
"It’s not my blood, no, this is my blood… wait a moment, Greed."
He looked at the man whose head had already turned sideways, another wave of nausea hit him, spitting out a mouthful of bright red blood onto the ground, turning the dry grass in front of him into a bright red color.
"Where are you injured?" Greed asked Jesse anxiously, holding him.
"I’m okay… it’s magic."
Jesse took a deep breath and straightened up, patting his chest. Then he coughed twice and spat out a blood clot.
Greed glanced at the blood on the ground and asked, "What kind of magic is this, self-harm magic?"
Jesse picked up the crossbow bolt from the ground and said, "This arrow was inside my stomach just now, but now it’s come out on its own."
He jumped in place, stretched lazily, and said, "See, I’m fine, right? My stomach still hurts a bit, but I’m okay."
"What about the wound on your stomach?" Greed noticed the bloodstain on Jesse’s clothes and asked, "Is it here?"
The dwarf touched the wound, looked at the crumpled body on the ground, and seemed to understand what had happened, his anxious expression calming down.
Jesse cursed inwardly when he saw the hole.
He had only bought this shirt yesterday.
However, he didn’t expect the Life Drain self-healing effect to be so potent. It seemed that in reality, all magic was much more exaggerated than in games, whether it was positive or negative effects.
Thinking back to when he was injured by Gorefiend in Dalaran, maybe he could heal himself by sucking blood from a living creature.
Actually, he had thought about it at that time, but there were no practical conditions for such an operation in Dalaran.
Even though sucking too much life energy made him feeling uncomfortably hot all over, killing the man who wanted to kill him, and at the same time healing his own wounds, fully satisfied the destructive desire lurking in his heart for who knows how long.
Jesse took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, because the more of these things he did, the easier he would be controlled by the power of shadow, gradually drifting further away from what a normal person recognized around him.
After calming down for a moment, looking at the bodies all over the floor, then thinking back to their initial arrogance, followed by fear, and finally their tragic deaths, he couldn’t help but sigh in his heart at the uncertainty of life.
"Come, let’s see if they have any good stuff, Greed."
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