Capítulo 404: Chapter 120 Final Battle (8) (1st update, seeking Monthly Ticket, Subscription, recommendation)
The beastmen have a proverb called ‘Ors atrzz ma sok,’ meaning that even an animal at the end of its rope has the strength to make one last effort. In Chinese, it would be akin to saying that a cornered rabbit will bite back. Brand felt this phrase perfectly described his current situation, though only the first half was relevant; the difference being that he wanted to bite but lacked the strength.
The Platinum War Steed still had some energy, but Brand himself was out of it.
They say self-inflicted suffering is not survivable. Earlier, he performed a charge on the Platinum War Steed without considering the game’s calculations regarding constitution, extreme dexterity, and strength tolerance. To be fair, it’s not his fault; in the game, a low-level player rarely obtains a pet that significantly exceeds their own strength. So when the War Steed exploded with 1320 energy level dexterity, the speed of both man and horse exceeded twenty-five times the speed of sound in an instant—breaking through the cone shock wave, the overload and air resistance Brand endured for a moment was like a fly hitting a piece of tempered glass at 10 km per second.
Although Brand’s perception, five times that of an ordinary human, allowed him to react within a fraction of a second and realize his mistake, it was still too late. The Platinum Steed leaped over sixteen miles in an instant, creating a gorgeous, unnatural bright silver light band in the forest. But Brand also saw his life points plummet to the verge of the bottom line, blood seeping from his mouth, nose, eyes, and ears, with his internal organs comprehensively damaged. His life, having exceeded the warning line, immediately entered a weakened state. Brand coughed out a mouthful of blood, the only consolation being that he hadn’t died immediately.
It was fortunate that he possessed nearly twenty times the constitution of an ordinary person, with a formidable regenerative ability and protection that prevented his internal organs from complete failure. If these injuries had occurred when he first crossed over, he’d likely be dead beyond recovery by now. But relying on the tenacity from high constitution, he believed that as long as he could rest and recuperate after the battle, he’d be fine.
However, there were two problems now. The most update n0vels are published on 𝗇𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅•𝖿𝗂𝗋𝖾•𝗇𝖾𝗍
First, he had no time to rest.
Second, the Earth Envoy certainly wouldn’t give him this time to rest.
The battle continued. Although the Earth Envoy was gigantic, lumbering in its turns, and its speed was among the lowest for creatures at level 60, “a dragon’s step covers ten human steps.” Even so, it possessed nearly two hundred energy levels of basic dexterity. The sixteen miles distance could be covered in eight or nine seconds to catch up again.
In his desperation, Brand could only come up with a makeshift solution—to have the Platinum War Steed divert the opponent, prepared for the steed’s card to enter the graveyard if necessary. He looked up at the position of the sun, realizing they were very close to the predefined spot—though it felt like a long trek due to ample time and the need to accommodate Antitina and Romantic as mere ordinary humans, incomparable to his previous full-speed pursuits with Eckmen in wild escapes. Despite only minutes of chasing and fleeing, with multiple turns, they had delved about fifty to sixty miles south into the hill region. The whole process, in retrospect, made Brand break into a cold sweat.
Recalling fifty to sixty miles for the Silver Elf guard meant a recovery to half their strength, reaching mid-Gold level. Twenty mid-Gold level warriors against a level 60 boss would be more than enough. Thus, his current task was merely to delay as long as possible. After Names finishes their battle, they would rush over at full speed, requiring about ten minutes to reach this place in a straight line.
This meant he had to hold on for at least thirty more minutes.
Brand spent a second or two roughly checking his plan, and finding no obvious flaws, he dismounted. He patted the long metal cheek of the steed—this mechanically constructed creature seemed to be a creation of the Heavenly God, precision-built and incredibly sturdy, seemingly never knowing fatigue while surviving several of the Earth Envoy’s attacks without a scratch. It was indeed his best executor for the plan.
But losing the steed meant he lost his ability to continue fleeing, akin to drinking poison to quench thirst. Unlike making judgments in games in the past, Brand now had to wager with his life, and his heart beat uncontrollably fast.
Despite this, he decisively issued the command: “BMW Silver! Go!” shouting the name he temporarily assigned to the steed. He pointed in the direction they came from—as for the specifics of the command, summoned creatures could complete them through mental communication anyway. The Platinum War Steed, being non-biological, had no sense of fear. It raised its head, looking at Brand with its ruby-colored eyes—merely to confirm the order. Then it turned and disappeared into the forest with a swift motion.