When I traveled through time and became a player, I just wanted to commit suicide

"Bahhhhhh...hhhhhhhhhhhh..."

The rhythmic sound of horse hooves beat on the rugged dirt road. The knight in silver armor lay weakly on the horse. Wisps of brown-red corruption floated from the gaps in the armor and dissipated into the air, draining his life force. Keep taking away.

Suddenly, the pack horse, which was galloping in pain, kicked a hoof into a sunken place on the dirt road. The pack horse, which was about to reach its limit, instantly bent its legs, let out a feeble cry, and fell forward suddenly, kneeling on all four hooves. It slid on the ground for a distance and was bruised with blood.

The knight on horseback was also thrown away, fell to the side of the road, and rolled several times without any movement.

After a few minutes of silence, the knight slowly started to move.

He raised his hand with great effort and took off his arm armor, then unbuttoned his chest armor, took off his leg armor, and took off his helmet, revealing a face stained with sweat, covered with wrinkles, and as pale as paper.

There was still a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

"Ahem...well..."

Hans coughed violently, and saliva with brown-red blood splashed out. The sparse white hair on his head was also stained with a little brown-red at some point.

The scarlet corrupt power eroded into his body was devastatingly destroying the precious life force and pushing him to the abyss of death.

"Such... such a terrible toxin, damn, when was it?"

With trembling hands, Hans took out a bottle of light green life potion from his arms and drank it for himself. A faint blush appeared on his pale old face, but it also faded very quickly.

That expensive bottle of life potion cannot last long under the erosion of scarlet corruption!

Along the way, he had drank up all the potions in his body that could be used to replenish his vitality, and also drank a lot of antidote, but it was of no use at all.

The life potion disappears as quickly as ink dropped into the sea, and the detoxification potion has no effect at all, and is no different from drinking water.

This unknown and terrifying toxin almost drained the old golden knight dry.

After drinking the last bottle of potion for hanging, Hans lay between the armors, staring at the sky blankly, his breathing rate was adjusted extremely slowly under his deliberate adjustment, so as to slightly prolong his life. life time limit.

I'm afraid I won't live long...

Hans, who was almost trying his best, thought with some despair. This was obviously just an ordinary pledge and ordinary transportation, but he didn't expect that something like this would happen, which would cost him his life.

Although he is a golden knight, Hans is not actually from an orthodox background and does not have much chivalry. Otherwise, he would not have fled without a fight, let alone succumbed to that force and engaged in such evil business.

On the road to transcendence, his talent was mediocre, and no matter how much sweat he put in, he could only reach the rank of an elite knight when he was nearly forty years old.

After more than twenty years of wasted time, when his body gradually aged and his energy and blood were about to be insufficient for him to go further, Hans paid the price of his freedom in exchange for a way to advance.

By depleting his lifespan, he forcibly stimulated his energy and blood potential and broke through the shackles of rank. Finally, at the age of sixty-three, he entered the realm of the Golden Knight and truly controlled the most powerful and extraordinary power.

Although he broke through in this way, he was still far behind the real Golden Knight, but Hans didn't care, because after breaking through the Golden Knight, his life span increased by nearly ninety years, which could completely make up for the life span he had lost before. , and even a lot of surplus.

With all this time, Hans believed that as long as he worked conscientiously for that force in exchange for a higher-level breakthrough method, it would not be impossible to break through to the next level again.

However, all of this was destroyed by the sudden appearance of the young magician. In just five minutes, his fantasies, his ambitions, his persistence, the sins he shouldered... everything There's no point in it, he's going to die! He died under such vicious and vicious poison that he had never seen before.

No matter what Hans did, the terrifying power was like thousands of blood-sucking insects burrowing into his body, devouring his life bit by bit at a constant speed. No matter what he did, it was just Just a few minutes of humiliating delay.

The majestic Golden Knight, one of the few top warriors in Farm City, could die so mysteriously, so cowardly, and so...unwillingly!

The old-looking Hans gritted his teeth. His usually indifferent face was only twisted and ferocious at this moment. Half of it was because of the anger in his heart, and the other half was because of the torture of scarlet corruption. The kind of thing that saw him step into death step by step. , the feeling of being powerless is not something everyone is lucky enough to enjoy.

People with a strong desire to survive will always be eager to grab any life-saving straw in a desperate situation, even if that straw is actually the bait laid by another dangerous trap.

Faced with the current situation, Hans did have one last resort that didn't work.

He has been hesitating, because the price of that method is not much smaller than the pain he is enduring now, and even if he does that, if the toxins in his body still erode and devour his vitality without stopping, it will only be a waste of time. Just delaying his death for a short time.

There is no difference from the previous series of practices.

As time went by, Hans's breathing became heavier and heavier, and the life in him was like a candle in the wind, which might be completely extinguished at any time.

Finally, the old man who was unwilling to die made a decision.

Lying on the ground, he closed his eyes tightly and began to mobilize the remaining energy in his body for the final struggle.

A few minutes later, the pale Hans' face suddenly turned red, and white smoke rose slightly from the top of his head. There was faint red blood oozing out from the pores all over his body, as if too much blood in his body had squeezed out the tiny pores. The blood vessels flowed out.

This old golden knight is stimulating his life potential in a way that consumes his own life to resist the erosion of scarlet corruption. The strong vitality and scarlet corruption are like two incompatible armies in his body, attacking each other. We have to fight to the death.

This method of forcibly stimulating life potential was exactly what Hans used to break through the Golden Knight. Unexpectedly, it was now used to save his life.

With his energy and blood surging, the old Hans resisted for more than twenty minutes.

In this short period of time, his already old face became even more aging. Deep wrinkles like ravines spread across his face one by one. The sparse hair on the top of his head fell out one by one. It was still strong before. His strong arms gradually became thinner, and even his teeth slowly aged and fell out.

Finally, when he felt that his end was approaching, the scarlet corruption in Hans's body suddenly stopped eroding for an instant, as if the child who had been playing crazily just now fell asleep in the blink of an eye, or perhaps hibernated.

Old Hans gasped hoarsely. In just twenty minutes, he almost aged thirty years. Every minute he persisted burned more than two years of his life, and he finally managed to survive.

And this time, Old Hans has completely turned into a real old man. The power of the Golden Knight has become too weak to be controlled. Now he can only move himself at most. He can run a few steps, which any ordinary person can easily do. Knock him down.

For Old Hans, who was accustomed to mastering extraordinary powers, this was absolutely unbearable. It was no different from death, and even more painful.

Old Hans climbed up from the ground tremblingly, with a look of resentment in his eyes filled with old age. The price he paid this time was not only physical loss, but also only a short month left in his life.

"You must... you must make that young magician pay the price! And the child he cherishes..."

Old Hans supported his old body and walked forward with difficulty. All the equipment on his body, including the double-edged knight's sword, the uneven silver shield and the armor all over his body, were left in place. In his current state, he can't be taken away at all, and he doesn't know who will take advantage of him.

In this era, a piece of sophisticated equipment is enough to keep a civilian family fed and clothed for two generations, if they don't squander it wantonly.

Go to Oran City and find those people. They will definitely be interested in... such a powerful magician, and... I have planted a slave mark on him, even if he He is a puppet, a clone, and his body will also be affected, and he will never escape the fate of being enslaved.

Haha... prepare to pay a more painful price... I won't let you go!

Old Hans muttered resentfully, while taking firm steps, slowly walking towards the distance along the dirt road.

The shade of the trees on the roadside obscured his figure, as if indicating that he was heading towards a dark road.