Pain!
This is something that all Wisdom creatures try to avoid throughout their lives. As long as their brains are normal, no one wants to carry this thing all the way forward. But in a peaceful world, this wish can be easily realized, but in an era that is not considered peaceful, this wish seems very slim.
For example, now, Dick falls to the ground, Spread from his chest, that Pain, not only affects the body, but also causes deeper damage, that Warhammer 0 The Chaos carried on ran rampant in Dick's body, directly triggering a counterattack from Holy Power who were not driven by Dick.
So after Pain's bones were almost broken, another heartbreaking wave of Pain, as if thousands of knives were scraping the bones, struck again. The energy of Conflict in his body made Dick's eyes black, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a black aura, including Fragments's internal organs.
After some energy was extracted by M'uru, his physical condition became better, and he returned to the early stage of Holy Power Conflict, where the whole body would twitch with the movement of a finger.
He lay on the ground, trying hard to stand up, but it didn't work. The Holy Powers running rampant in his body ignored the will of Dick, the master, and the Holy Powers that could be controlled by him were unable to stop the riot of the lawless Holy Powers stuck in every blood vessel and bone marrow.
Every breath Pain!
Paladin has lost the power to fight back, but this does not mean that Cho'gall will let him go mercifully. In fact, Cho'gall can tell Dick at a glance In his current state, he laughed and strode over. With a wave of his hand, a spiraling Shadow Bolt easily pierced the extremely weak shield around Dick's body and penetrated into his body.
Then there was another wave of Holy Power going berserk, and what was worse was that this time even Order Power joined in, because the Shadow Bolt that Cho'gall penetrated into his body was full of Chaos power. Order Power was just taking the initiative to fight back, but this made Dick's situation worse.
Holy Power was forcibly poured into the body by Spirit of Light's Hope Chapel, the shadow of crazy destruction, the all-pervasive Chaos and Order who took the initiative to fight back, four completely different forces treated Dick's body as a battlefield, fighting in all directions, and every blood vessel and muscle was trembling. This was the aftermath of the energy impact on Obliterate.
In this case, Dick can't even activate Naaru's Shield, let alone fight back, because it hurts too much!
Forcing Holy Power through a chaotic body, that kind of Pain is simply no less than Ling Chi.
Cho'gall walked to Dick, raised his foot and stepped on Paladin's chest, stomping down hard. Dick's face turned red, and another mouthful of blood spurted out.
Ogre laughed loudly, he bent down, lifted Dick up by his neck, faced the horrified audience, and shouted loudly,
"Look! This is your Hero! This is your Dawn Knight! He is as weak as an insect in front of the power of Twilight True God! I only need to pinch him gently to end his life!"
Dick's body cannot move, but he knows that Cho'gall is forcing himself to show off. His Stamina represents his body's toughness and ability to resist blows. That value has already exceeded the 3500 mark, which is a level that even some Epic Hero who are not good at frontal combat cannot reach.
In other words, Dick's body is so tough that it's beyond imagination. Even Cho'gall can't kill him just by pinching his neck. But it's useless to understand this, because it can't change Dick's predicament.
This brutal scene made the silver-tongued Gurgo and Wodin look at each other. What should we do?
Azeroth Justice Hero, the best in recent years, is being beaten up by a savage Ogre who doesn't look like a good person. Even Gurgo No matter how hard you try to cover it up, you can't reverse Dick's predicament. All the viewers have seen Dick's embarrassment, and Paladin can't even fight back!
Cho'gall grabbed Dick's neck with one hand, shook it left and right, and slapped it hard on the wall of Gladiatorial Arena. In the process, the blood from the corner of Dick's mouth spilled out as if it was free. The sticky blood was mixed with gold, silver, black and purple light, like the most beautiful jewelry, but the light shining on it was so cold.
"Go to hell! C'Thun will be resurrected! It starts from your death!"
"Bang!"
Twilight's Hammer hit Dick's abdomen again. Chaos's power and shadow power were once again penetrated into Dick's body. The balance just reached was once again broken, and the energy rampage reappeared.
"Ahem... poof"
Blood splattered everywhere, Dick was now like a pocket filled with blood, and a gap appeared in the pocket, Pain, all his nerves were warning frantically, and the unimaginable Pain had made all his nerves numb, Paladin could swear that this was the most terrifying day he had ever experienced from 7 years ago to now.
For him, every minute and every second is Torment!
Cho'gall held Twilight's Hammer with both hands and whipped Dick's hovering body in the air wildly, as if showing how to beat an adult into powder. In the process, the energy of Shadow energy and Chaos injected into Paladin's body became stronger and stronger. It was already very difficult for Holy Power and Order Power, which could only be controlled by Dick, to resist.
Just at the moment when the balancing machine was about to break, another arrogant force broke into it. They were those Holy Power who never obeyed Dick's orders but stubbornly resided in Paladin's body, and those violent Holy Power who belonged to Paladins who died in the battle.
Before, they had only passively fought back against the colliding shadows and Chaos. This was the first time they had been so active.
And with the recommendation of time, after more than ten seconds, more and more Holy Power rushed into the energy battlefield, and Dick seemed to be suffering from Ling Chi, and the Pain became more and more intense!
Those Holy Powers were inhabiting every drop of his blood and every muscle, and now they took the initiative to break away. That kind of Pain was simply unimaginable, but in the severe pain that almost made Paladin lost, Dick seemed to see a faint glimmer of hope.
Because those Holy Power, those stimulated Holy Power, after leaving their sojourn, Dick suddenly discovered that he could control them. Although he was not as skilled as the Holy Power he had accumulated, it was more than enough if it was only used in battles that did not require precise operations.
So amid Cho'gall's increasingly crazier beatings and the shadow of Chaos that shrouded the entire Gladiatorial Arena, and the apocalyptic magic bombing, a round of shining Holy Shield appeared on the surface of Dick's body.
Vrykul who has been watching all this Warrior smacked his lips with interest. Nothing happening in Dick's body could not escape his eyes. In his perception, Paladin's body contained terrifying energy, but he was completely unable to mobilize it. Moreover, these energies further prevented the operation of his original energy and instead weakened his Combat Strength.
But now, under the pressure of this extreme Pain and death, the energy that lingers in Paladin's body like a solid is being "broken" bit by bit under the attack of that stupid Ogre, and then reintegrated into the control of Paladin.
Watching this incredible scene, Gavincente seemed to have returned to Broken Isles, his former Horde. In the icy cold wind, the best blacksmith in Horde also kept beating the raw steel embryos, and under the fire and high temperature, forged them into a sharp enemy-killing Longsword.
Without those forging and Flames roasting, the iron block can only be useless Trash, and now, Dick is just like the one who was placed in a place called In Pain's Abyss furnace, those deadly attacks are the constantly falling Forging Hammer. Using his will and his soul as sacrifices, his true potential and fangs are being forged.
He is like a Longsword that has become a little dull, undergoing another round of forging. If he can survive it, he will become sharper and more deadly than before. If he cannot survive, then his only ending is to be broken and then ruthlessly thrown into the furnace to become the fuel for the next sword.
Gavincente looked at this scene with an expressionless face. He knew how painful that kind of forging was. As a Warrior, he had long been accustomed to pain. It would only make him more Anger and crazier, but could Dick survive this maddening Pain?
Vrykul doesn't know, but he hopes that Dick can survive, which means that he will have a really good opponent, which means that his time and waiting here have not been in vain. He has heard about Dick's past in the tavern here. This knight, he should not sink like this. This is a round of tests that he must accept!
He should die on the battlefield, not in bed, and not in an energy rampage beyond his control.
So at the next moment, Gavincente, not knowing what kind of mentality he had, put his hands to his mouth and shouted,
"Asshole! Get over it and beat that idiot!"
This loud shout was like a red-hot iron sword being thrown into a quiet pool. The other spectators who were silent because of this Despair scene seemed to have caught that ray of light. They stood up from their seats and raised their arms. Although most of them were not religious men and women, they would rather choose Paladin than a real Cultists.
At least Paladin will not force them to use various reasons to Sacrifice their brothers and relatives, at least Paladin will not mess up this hateful world! At least Paladin will not drag them along to Hell!
So, let the bastards who shout all things Chaos die!
"Dick, hold on!"
"Get over there and beat him up!"
"Knight Dick, persist! You must persist!"
The chaotic shouts quickly formed into a neat shout of Bobo, "Hold on!"
Little Prince watched this scene with tears in his eyes. He felt justice and light here. Chen Stormstout also stood up. Li Li waved his Monk long stick, while Med'an abandoned the elegance of Mage, standing on a chair like a Madmen, waving his own Fist.
Gurgo and Wodin looked at each other again, but as a gold medal host, he naturally knew what to do at this time.
"Hold on! Dick, listen to the cries of the audience, get up and beat that idiot! Its head will become your souvenir! Its cry will become a stepping stone to your glory!"
Jorach looked at this scene of people united and couldn't help but look back at the Gnomes Warlock from the Grim Guzzler. He completely saw this Warlock releasing a large-scale Mind Tricks, which was a perfect boost!
Plugger also noticed Jorach's gaze. Under his orange Cowboy Hat, he showed a harmless smile.
"It's just a trivial help. Duke shouldn't be angry with me because of it, right?"
"No, I'd say, good job! You know... I hate them too."