"Um!"
Just as Veronica was focusing on dealing with the wolf soul summoned by Ruth, a low cry attracted her attention. She looked over and found that Jaen Zal had been repelled. The Phoenix Lord was half kneeling on the ground in a mess, holding a spear, and there was a very dangerous scar on his chest to waist. Blood was rolling out, so Veronica immediately turned part of his energy to the Phoenix Lord.
Soon, the wound healed, but Veronica knew that Jaen Zal could not stop the crazy wild wolf. Just when she was distracted, the two-headed giant wolf broke free from the bondage and rushed towards Moganla, who could only dodge and fight back.
At this time, Riemanrus was less than five hundred meters away from Veronica.
"Your Majesty, please leave first."
Doral quickly advised, but Veronica shook her head.
"It's really going to get out of control when I leave. We have to beat it and defeat it here."
As everyone was focusing on the battle, the ripples in the net arches became stronger and stronger, Veronica noticed this, and there was something to be seen.
After Jain Zal stood up, he fought with Rimanruth again, while Mogana kept firing at the two-headed giant wolf with the weapons in his hand, but this thing was not so easy to kill as a subspace creature.
"I don't have time to play hide and seek with you!"
Ruth gradually became a little irritable. After he repelled Jaen Zal again, he ignored the spear that the opponent was stabbed instinctively, and the sword blade went straight to the opponent's head, using the posture of exchanging injuries for death.
But some threat caused him to interrupt the strategy and turn around and swing his sword.
As Mars burst, he saw a smoldering eyes shrouded under the shadow armor, and two huge machetes.
"Drazal!"
The name of the person Jaen Zal exclaimed was the Lord of Nightmare in Comoros. When the other party appeared from the arch of the net, he didn't even pay attention to the spirits present, only Veronica saw it.
Rimanlus was not familiar with the dark spiritual race, but he immediately judged that this guy was a tough guy, and he might even be the strongest spiritual race on the scene, so he immediately restrained his contempt.
The moment the weapons of both sides separated, the silent Drazar lingered Rimanruz like a shadow. The two sides fought fiercely dozens of times in a few seconds, and the weapons hit like thunder and lightning. Jaen Zar was not idle either, and he seized the opportunity to launch a continuous spear sprint.
At first, Rimanlus, who was very skilled at first, finally had some flaws under the attack of the two. His left back shoulder was pierced by Jain Zal's spear, but he still chose to use his sword to swing the double blades that Drazal forced towards his neck.
"I didn't expect that Delazar came too."
After seeing Delazal appear, Doral no longer had the tension he had before and started thinking.
"Did he come by himself? Or who informed him? Or Victor's trick?"
"Can he defeat Riemanrus?"
Veronica is more concerned about the current issues.
"With him coming forward and cooperating with Lord Jaen Zal, at least he can be unbeaten. As long as the Morgana martial arts master is freed up-"
Doral paused for a moment, then whispered:
"With the power of the magic weapon in his hand, there may be a possibility of killing this beast, and at the worst he can exil to the supreme heaven."
"this..."
Veronica hesitated suddenly. She looked around. The wild wolf was still fighting with the spirit clan. Both sides were bleeding and falling down. Hate might have been formed here. If the king of the wild wolf fell here-
What would you think of other primordials that may also exist?
What will Chagatai think?
And that mysterious confusing person...
And Soshiyan...
Doral seemed to see through Veronica's mood and whispered:
"Your Majesty, Rimanruz is extremely stubborn. It is very difficult to get him to retreat, let alone capture him alive. The only way is to believe that he will not die so easily."
After a moment of silence, Veronica nodded and accumulated strength in her left hand, ready to use her psychic energy to save the other party's life at any time.
As for those wild wolves, they could only shed blood for this reckless act.
At this time, war groups continued to come from all directions to support, and Ivakan's war groups were also among them.
"Follow me!"
Their target was a group of raging werewolfs, who were trying to approach the Eternal Queen's vanguards from the right, while a group of Trip Guards were fighting them, with shields constantly being torn apart and flesh torn apart, but also constantly struggling and falling down with huge furry bodies.
Ivakan narrowed his eyes and looked at the crazy beasts, selecting the first guy to die.
The moment he raised his hand, a flash burst out from the reaper's muzzle, hitting the werewolf's neck, cutting off the trunk-like neck in just a moment.
Although its body was still shaking, its head had already flown out.
At this time, Baina also pulled her arm from another werewolf, and the large piece of flesh and blood separated from her torso. In the pain, the werewolf shook her head and threw the broken helmet that was biting in her mouth to the side. At this time, the heart of this savage thing was still beating in the pile of minced meat.
When it roars like a challenge, a spear penetrates it.
Just then, a werewolf wearing a half-helmet and yellowed bone arm guards roared and rushed towards Ivakhan.
The beast roared as it spitted everywhere, and she tried hard to grab Si Zhan with her bow arms. Ivakan easily avoided this - it was as easy as picking a candy from a tray.
Compared to these wild beasts, he is simply an embodiment of speed and elegance. He does not even use long-range attacks. He just uses the continuous slashing and swing of the gun blades to lose balance. His comrade's pulse laser hit the barbarian object with a bone-breaking blow.
However, as the battle continues, the defects of the battle group begin to appear, that is, it is difficult to maintain formation once the killing begins.
Baina lets her anger control herself again, and it took Ivakan a while to find her again.
She was trapped in two huge werewolf attacks. Their fur-covered bodies were bulging with chunks of muscles filled with fanatical vitality. The attack was like being given a rage by the God of Destruction. Baina kicked at one of the enemies. The barbs of the combat boots teared open the flesh and blood of the werewolf's jaw, but it seemed that it did not feel any pain at all. It waved its claws toward the Howling Banshee's thighs with its backhand.
Although Baina pulled away in time, three scars were still cut from her thighs without much armor. Although the wound was not deep, she was bleeding.
Then her mask screamed, and the stored energy rushed through the air to the werewolf's brain. The beast twitched, making a giggle from her throat, and blood poured out from her ears and nose.
With this plan, Ivakan pulled the trigger, and the Reaper ejaculated a deadly torrent, instantly swallowing the werewolf, and even saw the skeleton flashing in the burning flesh outline.
The remains of the beast then fell to the ground and died completely.
At this time, Baina had already fought with the second werewolf. Her leg injury affected her speed, so she did not dodge in time, and her back was gently "slashed" by sharp claws.
Chapter completed!