My World: The Poor Life of a Fortune Teller

just now.

Galan dodged Ceres's attacks while moving towards him. Although he did his best, he could still be hit by a knife if he was not careful.

It would be a lie to say that it didn't hurt when he was hit, but he didn't even stop to cry out in pain.

The crystal ball floating beside him was faintly flickering with a strange light, which meant that the hell portal for escape was ready and there was no need to worry too much.

Galan frowned slightly, tightly grasped the white double blades, and exerted all his strength to push Ceres away, then quickly rushed to his side and expanded the blue barrier to its maximum.

The moment Ceres was bounced away, he flipped over in the air and landed back on the ground.

She suddenly raised her head and stared at Galan's figure. Her eyes became extremely sharp, like a knife. An overwhelming chill and an undisguised murderous intent gradually spread around her.

Galan didn't care about so much. This barrier should be able to support him and send him to the underworld.

He waved his hand, and a thick purple mist spread out from the crystal ball, eventually forming a portal to the underworld. Considering his current condition, he didn't dare to act rashly.

Galan glanced at the current situation, swung the sword with two horizontal strikes, and caught him when he fell, but a part of him was still stuck in his abdomen.

"You...why?" He stared at him with incomprehensible eyes. He didn't understand what this guy was doing.

"I just don't want you to die."

Galan's seemingly casual words made the man in his arms' pupils tremble slightly. He didn't understand what benefit would come from taking such a risk. It was really ridiculous.

But to be honest, it is really useful.

"No... they can't leave, otherwise everything will be in vain!" Patrice warned everyone that if they let the undead leader run away like this, all their sacrifices would be in vain.

Because "he" will definitely come back.

After dealing with a group of monsters, Wardes looked at Stella who was guarding Patrice, and immediately knew what to do next.

So the two of them used their own skills to blend together to form an even more powerful force, and as expected, the barrier was quickly broken.

The force penetrated the barrier and attacked Galan and him. When Galan turned around, his pupils gradually dilated, and he threw him in his arms towards the portal without hesitation.

"Wait...!" He could do nothing now. At the moment he was thrown out, his sight stayed on the moment when Galan was hit for the last second. Until he completely passed through the portal, the portal also disappeared.

Even with the cushioning of the barrier he carried with him, Galan was still completely pierced through by the move. Uncontrollable blood gushed out of his mouth. He covered his abdomen with his hands in pain, his knees softened, and he fell to the ground.

He seemed to have never been injured so badly before. Warm liquid gushed out at that moment. Uncontrollable pain swept through all his thoughts. A buzzing sound also echoed in his ears at this moment.

"You, do you still want to struggle?" Ceres' cold voice came from behind, but there was a hint of anger in his eyes.

He was sent to the underworld, and a catastrophe that should have ended was continued again. The battle between humans and the undead will usher in a new cycle in the future.

Ceres slowly came to Galan's side, raised his foot and kicked him hard in the abdomen. Galan was kicked several meters away and even rolled on the ground for a few times.

"Cough... cough..." The smell of blood filled his mouth. Galan, who was lying on the ground, had his originally golden long hair stained with a lot of dirt and blood that seeped from his back.

In a trance, another voice seemed to ring in his mind, a voice that was both familiar and unfamiliar to him.

"Pfft... Hahahaha~ Really? That's all?"

Galan's mind was filled with the obviously mocking words of "someone", but he had no energy to reply. The pain eroded his nerves. After all... he was not from here after all.

I think I can change the situation, but I never thought about who needs to fill the missing half…

"…….."

"Hey... why aren't you talking? Are you dead? Can't you even survive 'regeneration'?"

「… … .」

"Are you trash?"

The mocking voice stopped, and the tone suddenly became a little colder.

"I... hurt..."

"You can't even bear this little pain, and you want to change others? You can't do anything. What are you pretending to be like now?"

* You are such a useless guy.

* Galan's consciousness was gradually being devoured, and the boundless darkness pulled him into another world——

"What an idiot."

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Ceres slowly stepped forward with the blade in his hand emitting a faint glow, and raised his hand to prepare to kill the guy in one fell swoop.

At that moment, a few drops of blood splashed onto Ceres' body. Under her surprised gaze, "Galan" actually reached out and grabbed her sharp blade, and blood dripped from his palm onto the grass.

"Haha... Sorry, that idiot doesn't know how to use these things. After all, they are my things." "Galan" looked up and stared at her, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and then he tilted his head slightly, revealing a small dragon bone cannon that appeared behind him at some point.

Ceres' pupils shrank and she quickly moved to the side. The beam of light brushed against her beautiful long purple hair. She then retreated several meters and looked at the guy in front of her vigilantly.

This feels very different. I don't know why that guy's aura suddenly changed in an instant.

Stella and Wodes, who was holding the scepter tightly, stood behind Ceres. They seemed to have noticed that something was wrong.

Azula tentatively fired several shots at "Galan" but to no avail, it was still that familiar feeling... except this time it was a completely invisible barrier.

"Galan" stood up again and patted the dust on his body. He had been seriously injured before, but now he looked like nothing happened.

"Hmm~? Haha~ You're not the only one here who can fly, how about coming down and playing with me?"

"Galan" fixed his gaze on Azula who was hovering in the sky, tilted his head slightly, and revealed a strange smile. A boundless "darkness" "eroded" his entire white of the eye in an instant.

"Or...let me come find you?"

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