When the picture in his field of vision became clear again and his dizzy brain could process external information normally, Enqi found that he was sitting on the ground in a duck-sitting position, almost without any sense of consciousness.

But he had no time to pay attention to his bad sitting posture and his flipped skirt, because he was now facing the desperate ending:

Although it was only a short coma and dizziness for a short time in seconds, it was enough for the muscular monster, who was awkward because of his birth, to walk to him in a leisurely manner after passing the attack stiffness.

The 9mm pistol was still tightly holding the right hand, but now let alone changing the magazine, in this state of ignorance and being fixed by cement, it was impossible to throw this piece of scrap iron forward to block the monster.

Not to mention that due to the heavy blow he suffered before, he seemed to be a blessing in disguise under the influence of the self-protection mechanism, but he still did not feel any pain until now, but his consciousness could not be smoothly connected, and his hands and feet that seemed to have completely rusted.

It can be said that even moving his fingers was a luxury for him at this time.

Therefore, in the end, he could only watch the monster that stopped in front of him, stretched out his left hand and grabbed the white neck, lifted him easily from the ground, and then he was forced to press on the stone pillar behind him in the air.

The poor breathing makes the dull body resist under the control of instinctively.

But these weak and powerless "struggle" are undoubtedly meaningless in front of this unintentional monster, and will not play any role.

‘…It’s so ironic… it turns out, it’s not its end, but my end?…’

Even though due to lack of oxygen, the brain began to fall into a dizzy state again and its thinking began to become more and more blurred, Enqi could still clearly hear a series of footsteps that were slow and slow.

That's the sound of death's footsteps.

The monster had no idea of ​​understanding or pity for the prey he had obtained.

First, he swung his right fist almost with all his strength again, which made someone open his mouth and spew out his bitter bile. After confirming that there would be no more threats or counterattacks, he opened his fangs that seemed to have a snarky mouth due to the mutation, just like a big mouth that only the most brutal beast would have.

Like a retrospective look, the monster was roughly recalled to consciousness. Enqi could only continue to open his eyes and look at the big mouth, biting it from the left side toward his neck...

Death seems to be near.

But he had no way to avoid it.

The so-called desperate situation is probably an unforgivable mistake made in the past.

The so-called desperate situation is probably the current situation that is useless.

The so-called desperate situation is probably the inevitable end that is about to happen.

The so-called desperate situation is probably-

‘Do you think I will fall into despair because of this little adversity? Stop kidding!!’

In an instant, as if he was touched by a reverse scale, a flame of anger that came from the deepest suddenly burst out from his heart, burning out all the darkness and distracting thoughts in one breath, and also made his consciousness and thinking become clear again as if he had separated from his brain and body.

And accompanied by this flame, there was a new enlightenment that appeared in his heart.

It was like a thousand years, in that slightest moment, he did not hinder and became unfamiliar with the last bit of experience and memories left in his previous life, and then absorbed and transformed his instincts.

It's just like it originally belongs, no, no, because... That's right, those experiences and memories are not things of others themselves, and what they tell from beginning to end is his own story!

At the same time, a new enlightenment emerged in his heart, a new enlightenment about himself and the future:

From now on, no matter when, where, what situation, or what despair he is in, he will never fall into "despair" again!

What's more, the current situation is not a desperate situation for [Hero], right?

Compared with the "strong scenes" of the demise of that race, the cessation of civilization, the demise of stars, the end of the world, etc., what kind of desperate situation is this? Do you want to make the "heroes" desperate? Are you kidding?

Stop the great disaster at his own expense, do his best to save the world's tragedy and save all the strong seekers. As a collection and manifestation of the concept of [Hero], he will never despair, nor will he be desperate!!

Because, if even the "hero" is desperate, who will save the world?

The so-called [hero] means leading others and challenging all the despair in the world!

Your own existence is the banner of everyone and the last hope!

He raised his head again. Facing this desperate situation of death and lifelessness for ordinary people, Enqi did not wait for death again at this moment, nor did he have the energy to hurt the spring and autumn, nor did he continue to look back on his life. Instead, he suddenly showed an extremely hideous smile on his face like a madman.

As if his eyes were burning with flames, his body regained consciousness, he stretched out his empty left hand at this moment, as if it was not his arm, and he would thrust into the monster's head without hesitation!

‘Sorry, I can’t stop moving forward at the beginning of the journey. As for this left hand, if you want it, I’ll give it to you!’

While blood was splattering everywhere in his left hand, he used force to his waist, curled his legs, and supported his soles on the stone pillar behind him.

At this moment, he felt extremely clearly that the surface of the front of his body, under his throat, at the intersection of his collarbone seemed to be engraved with countless runes, but it seemed to be just meaningless ups and downs, wrapped in thin black smoke, and the dark core like a seed was slowly ignoring the surrounding blood vessels, muscles, bones and other body tissues. It was like, no, it did exist there, but in essence it did not exist there, it seemed to be refuted and pulsing rhythmically like a second heart.

Without others' explanation, he understood some of the most superficial functions, meanings and essences of this dark core, and some usages of the moment he perceived the existence of the core.

Just a slight thought, this core hidden deep inside the body and hidden in another dimension trembled gently in the endless rotation. The smoke that was spreading around but actually existed inside the body seemed to have received a command, poking a head out of it, and then went down the veins of the body and arrived at the left leg unobstructed.

While the smoke around the core was consumed approximately nine-tenths, the first measuring tank located in the upper right corner of Enchidu Vision also had only the last tenth.

But at this time, the left foot that was standing on the stone pillar was already boiling mist like a burning black flame wrapped around.

‘Then, at the cost-’

The next moment, with the spine as the axis and the left leg as the whip, under the force of the right leg that supported the stone pillar and the muscles of the whole body, Enqi rotated himself, and kicked the monster's waist with one leg that almost exceeded the limit of movement of the human body.

The moment the whip leg hit, on this small battlefield, it was like the calm before the storm, and the air was silent again in an instant.

Then, accompanied by a loud bang and a spreading ripples of air waves, the monster in front of Enqidu couldn't help but let go of his mouth and left hand. In a nearly deformed posture, he drew a straight line in the air like a retribution, and hit the wall of the station hard.

Even though he took such a powerful blow and even left a striking and explosive blood painting on the wall, this monster with inhuman vitality that was almost the same as a zombie, would not die.

However, Enqidu's counterattack had no intention of ending here.

After getting rid of the clamping, he coughed involuntarily while shaking weakly, limping towards the monster that seemed to have been kicked off and could not get up for a while on the ground.

At the same time, with a trace of white bones in the wound, you could almost see a red left hand, pulling out the pistol magazine from the pocket of the pleated skirt, and inserting it into the handle of the pistol that had never been released with a click.

Then, he pointed the muzzle of the pistol at the monster that was still unwilling to reach out to the side, with his bloody mouth open, as if he wanted to bite something.

The last trace of black smoke at the core was cleared, and at the moment when the metering tank was declared empty, he poked his head out of his right hand and drilled into the pistol, tightly wrapped around the brass bullet that was only waiting to be fired in front of the striker.

"I will take your life."

Bang!
Chapter completed!