Hector only felt the world spinning, his vision was completely blurred. Then came the excruciating pain as his arms were severely injured. At the last moment, he made the right decision, which was not to be stubborn, but to let go of the greatsword, jump back to reduce the force, and at the same time, put out both hands to block.
Even so, Hector still felt extremely numb.
He looked at the huge Nightcrawler monster slowly approaching, looking at its terrifying figure, he couldn't help but feel a terrifying pressure.
"How could such a thing exist?"
A baseless question popped into Hector's head.
This is a silly question, because monsters have always existed.
However, the content of this question is not really important, what is important is... once this question arises, it means that the seed of fear in Hector's mind has begun to take root.
Suddenly.
"Come back to me, you idiot!"
