The Divine Armor of the Old Century（Book 1）

Chapter 183

In a haze, everything from the past seemed to be replaying itself. Seriu knew this state well; she had read about it in a translated book from Jiuxia. This phenomenon was called "zoumatou," a term for the life-flashing-before-your-eyes experience people have before death, where the good and the bad moments of one's life are relived.

It felt like a tide, gradually washing over Seriu and pushing everything forgotten back to the shore.

From the day she was born, the world was a hazy gray until the day she clenched a stone in her hand.

She struck that man, as if striking her fate. By doing so, she broke open a door, and a madman burst into her gray world. He found it quite dull and not only suggested she plant some greenery but also recommended she keep some fish.

"Reality is harsh enough; you need to enrich your spiritual world," he had said.

Thus, a weed named Lloyd Holmes filled the gray world, causing any flowers to wither before they could bloom...

"Am I going mad at the moment of my death?" Seriu pulled a grim smile. That crazy man had indeed had a significant influence on her. Was this her true self revealing itself?

Not that anyone would notice, anyway.

So everything quieted down until a few seconds later when her hearing returned. All the delayed sounds rushed into her ears at once, nearly tearing her mind apart.

The anticipated death didn't come, or rather, Death came but didn't bring it upon Seriu.

"Lloyd..."

Seriu was hesitant to look at the scene.

Fiery flames were burning, and Lloyd had the chance to kill her, thwarting Lawrence's plans. Yet, in the end, the sword swung elsewhere.

"I thought you'd be more cautious," Lloyd said, struggling to hold up his sword.

"You're truly cunning," Lawrence commented angrily yet admiringly.

In the last moment, he came with a whirlwind-like sword strike, tearing through the car door, with a flash of cold light.

Lloyd blocked one blade, but a second one struck him at a hard-to-defend angle, worsening his abdominal wound.

"Do you think there are more incendiary bombs here to burn you alive?" Lloyd responded with a light laugh, looking unusually composed. But this was the delirium from blood loss and the side effects of too much Florend's potion. His iron will was about to collapse.

"I won't give you another chance!"

"Don't be so sure. Like you said, I'm a cunning guy."

Lloyd pushed the sword away with effort. His exhausted body ignited once again. This time, Lloyd couldn't retreat. He wouldn't even have the chance to engage in a prolonged fight. Seriu was behind him; if Lawrence broke through, it would all be over.

"I'm curious about your mindset challenging me. Is it revenge?" Lawrence yelled while swinging his sword.

Lloyd had no chance of winning in a direct fight, yet this madman planned it all and nearly killed Lawrence. He should give up now, even kill Seriu and run away. But it seemed like he had a change of heart and stayed.

"Perhaps it's that mindset of, 'if I'm uncomfortable alive, you won't be comfortable either... let's all die together,'" Lloyd mumbled, the essence of his madness showing, speaking nonsense.

The glaring sword light flashed, driven by instinct to swing, but full of flaws.

"So you're taking your friend to death with you?" Lawrence taunted.