"My father is invincible!!!"
The true form of the Demon Primrose made all the plague warriors around him give praise and cheers, and also made all the spiritual races wail in despair.
"Come on! Brother, I will save your tragic fate!"
Motarian, whose body had covered the sky and sun, screamed, and then pounced down, and the wings behind him turned like a ball of colorful mist.
Suo Shiyang spit out a mouthful of pus and blood, then took a deep breath, and the sword blade in his hand pointed to the sky.
He must be quick, accurate, and the enemies blessed by Nurgre have extraordinary patience, and they can survive the fatal wounds for all life.
Now he is almost like a return to his mind. The only remaining force must be killed with one blow, otherwise there will be no future.
The moment the two intersected, Veronica even covered her face.
Motarian's sickle shook a long bloody mouth on the side of Soshiyang, and it could even be said to have dug out a large piece of meat. Soshiyang also dropped a heavy sword, almost cutting the head of the Lord of Death in half, and finally penetrated deep into the other party's neck.
When the sharp blade was pulled out, black rotten liquid gushed out, and steam was also exposed to the sword.
Soshiyang took a breath. Not only was the severe pain on his body, but the blow just now also made his arms numb.
"Soshyan, stop fighting with him! You will die!"
Veronica's plea was ignored directly, and Soshiyan held his last breath and took the opponent's head again.
But the sword edge flew past and failed to hit it. Motarian twisted like a boneless thing. Then he turned around and swept across, knocking Soshiyang away with his sword, and creating a deep wound on his chest.
Soshiyang fell heavily and quickly rolled aside to avoid the other party's trampling. The sickle that the other party then threw out almost cut Soshiyang's head off.
In the chaos, Soshiyan found the right opportunity and inserted the sword in his hand into a broken hole in his opponent's breastplate.
A moaned, but Motarian did not retreat, but instead grabbed the sword.
"Excellent attack, brother, if you are not injured, I would never dare to eat this."
After saying that, Motarian kicked Soshiyan's foot heavily on the breastplate and knocked him over into the mud soup.
Soshiyang gasped and wanted to stand up, but his chest was burning with a burning pain. He knew that his lungs were full of holes because he had inhaled too many of the deadly poison gases-
When he raised his head, he saw a towering shadow appearing vaguely in front of his eyes.
"Sorry, brother, but in the war, there is no fairness to do anything, isn't it?"
Then, the other party slowly raised his sickle, like an executioner on the execution ground preparing to execute the impatience-free prisoner.
"Brother, believe me, what awaits you is not the desperate death, but the real rebirth."
The moment the sickle fell, Soshiyang reached out to grab it, or at least resist it.
"Um?"
But Motarian stopped himself. He put away his sickle and turned around. He saw a gunboat flying the flag of the Black Heart Conspiracy Group in the sky swiftly diving, and the main gun on the head of the gunboat was still firing wildly, plowing a gully on the ground.
"Stop it!"
The soldiers of the 14th Legion also noticed the thing that was heading straight for the primordial body and immediately fired at the other side with the weapons in their hands.
Assault guns, heavy bombs, armor-breaking rockets, and various light and heavy weapons intertwined into the most harsh roaring music on the battlefield.
The gunboat soon trembled under dense firepower, and its armor and structure continued to peel off, and eventually fell from the air two hundred meters away from the Demon Primros, blew into a huge ball of fire.
But Motarian vaguely sensed something, stared at the burning remains, and slowly lifted the sickle.
However, just when the Demon Primros was on guard, an accident that caught him off guard still happened.
Click—
A thunder exploded, and the lightning lightning passed through the battlefield like a giant snake, slamming hard on the chest of the Lord of Death who had not reacted at all, and directly knocked him out.
"What....."
Soshiyang, who was holding the ground with both hands, tried hard to turn his head. At this time, his consciousness was already very blurred and his vision was even more blurry.
Finally, he saw a tall human figure with a golden dragon helmet slowly coming out of the burning gunboat ruins. Even the helmet was alive under the dizzy vision of Soshiyang and the background of the fire, with electric light surrounding his head and flames flashing with flames.
The man was very tall, and even wearing a golden-red armor, he looked thin and lean. A thick crimson cloak hung on his shoulder, lined with mottled fur, covered with fine gold-plated lines made of ceramic steel plates below. The golden shoulder armor was carved into an eagle head with a sharp beak, with flowing weird words and lightning textures on it. A round lion guard was hung on the belt, and the lion's eyes were inlaid with two antique and luxurious rubies, and pearls were embellished on the side.
He also held a knife in his right hand, which was a slender single-edged scimitar. The blade was polished and still shone brightly even under the dim light. The dense arcs swam around the blade, just like a physical lightning, with the handle of the knife carving into the form of a roaring beast.
As the other party strided towards him, Soshiyang even faintly heard the sound of thunder and horse hooves, as if endless cavalry were galloping towards him with war cry.
Motarian, who was knocked away, also supported himself from the ground and turned his head suddenly.
When he saw the person coming, he roared with unprecedented anger:
"It's you! It's you!!!"
Soshiyang looked at the other party, for some reason, feeling extremely familiar and at ease.
At this moment, several harlequins suddenly rushed out of nothingness, grabbed his armor and dragged him out of the battlefield, and took him to Veronica.
"Hurry...drink it."
Veronica had already taken out the small bottle of panacea and was about to pull out the lid, but was immediately pressed by Soshiyang's blood-stained hand.
"No...no...I'm fine."
"Don't worry about Talos, I have someone brought him back to the ship. He is not a big deal, but you-"
As she said that, tears dripped from Veronica's eyes and fell on Soshiyang and smashed it to pieces. The odor and poisonous smoke from the other party kept emitting her heart terrified. She also tried to convey her power into Soshiyang's body, but found that it was a mud bull that was entering the sea - without any reaction.
At this time, the visitor had already accelerated.
The death shrouds immediately changed their formation and tried to stop the newly emerging enemy, but their speed was simply slow motion in the silent film compared to the other side.
Soshiyang tried hard to open his eyes and watched the other party raise the knife gracefully and calmly. The knife light even seemed to him to be just afterimages.
Before this, he had never seen such a terrifying speed, such restrained wildness, and such bottomless ruthless art.
As the man swung the long sword with his wrist, the cold light reflected like a halo from his gilded armor, with a sharp contempt like a nobleman.
Chapter completed!