52. Delayed Judgment (21)

Chapter 670: 52. Delayed Judgment (21)

When Konrad Curze thrust those two blood-soaked claws toward him, Lion El'Jonson thought of nothing.

His mind was blank, like a package that had already been opened, its valuables quietly taken away by someone. All that remained was an empty box.

But no matter what, some "feeling" still lingered here.

It came from the irrational realm, from the place where what humans called "spirituality" and countless other strange things dwelled. There, one did not need eyes to observe things, nor language to communicate.

There, Lion El'Jonson was roaring.

Tragically, even that final sound could not cross the wasteland his mind had become. For now, the only thing it could do was echo here, endlessly echo.

But he was still fighting.

To reiterate: Lion El'Jonson was still fighting.

His armor was drenched in blood. Damage to several joints had become severe enough to disrupt the power systems, forcing him to pay greater attention to the left side of his body whenever he moved, lest he lose his balance.

There were also no fewer than seven penetrating wounds. They began at his chest and extended down to the knee of his right leg. The worst was the wound in his abdomen, which had nearly become a tear and still had not stopped bleeding. Beyond that were countless abrasions and bruises of every kind.

There was no doubt that he was at a disadvantage in this battle.

Yet Lion El'Jonson still gripped his sword tightly, as though it were part of his bones, as though he had been born holding it. Unless he chose to release it himself, no external force could make him abandon it.

His enemy was greatly angered by this.

"What is there left for you to resist?"

The gaunt monster asked from the