What Balzaft cares even more was that Soshiyang had moved his position at some time. The other party was already on the other side of the battlefield. The Yanyang Sword was inserted into several fallen nuns stacked together, with fragments of blood and flesh scattered around him. He held Burntian tightly with his left hand and grabbed Mirel Sabashaw's twisting hair like a snake, lifting her whole body in the air.
The fallen nun looked extremely miserable at this time. Most of the tongue of the Slaane beast that was blessed was broken, and the remaining part was drooping at the corner of her mouth and dripping blood. Her right arm was cut off, and the broken arm was just under her feet. A rune demon sword was annoyed by the pain, while her left arm was unnaturally twisted backwards, obviously forcibly broken by huge violence, and the left leg had also disappeared below the knee of the knee. The sticky blood dripped down like a stream that was about to dry up.
Her originally charming face was now left with only panic and fear, as well as the withering caused by the loss of power.
"Isn't it...Is the mouth very hard? Can you tell me very much? Why is it mute at this time?"
Suo Shiyang tilted his head and stared at the other party's fearful eyes with a smile. The believers of Slaanes around him either died or escaped under the trampling of the combat robot.
"But I am indeed curious, what did they do to you? What did Slaanes' evil power do to you when it grabs you into your palm?"
Miriel Sabashona's bloody lips squirmed a few times, as if talking, but Soshyan knew she was chanting a spell.
A trivial trick.
Behind Soshiyang, a Slaine beast that looked like a snake but with sharp claws suddenly appeared. It stretched out its claws and bird beak in front, trying to pass through the veil of reality, Soshiyang's flesh and blood, and bones - she relied on this Slaine beast who could invisible with her contract with her to plot against a whole team of combat nuns in silver shrouds.
But Soshiyang didn't even turn his head back. The next second the demon suddenly became staggering, and after two steps, he suddenly covered his face in pain, and a half-sounding voice came from his twisted throat.
Miriel Sabashao's eyes widened in horror. She had seen such a scene for the first time.
The black flames rose up from the demon's feet like a storm. The flames devoured its skin and its origin. The Slaane beast fell to the ground and struggled, all over its body, and screamed in horror, and the melted evil substance kept dripping.
After a few seconds, the demon disappeared, but the flames still eroded its ashes until nothing was left.
Mirel Sabashao vomited a mouthful of blood, and her dark eyes gradually faded into desperate grey.
"No...no..."
Disappeared! The demon who contracted with her completely disappeared! It was not exiled or sealed, but was completely destroyed!
"If you can get involved with a guy like you, that guy named Balzaft doesn't have a good taste. It wasn't my turn to do a role like you, but... I realized that you are alive are more valuable than you are dead."
Soshiyang smiled slightly, then shook his arm slightly, and Mirel was thrown out by screaming, and then was shrouded in a blue energy, and his whole body solidified in the air, including her frightened expression and even the splashed blood.
Then the extinction machine that activated the stagnant rays dragged the fallen nun bound in the static force field and walked into the Ada landing craft.
This scene made Balzaft's eyes burst. It was not that he had any feelings for the toy, but that he could not accept someone snatching his things!
But to grab your own things, you must solve the current troubles.
But at this time he had to have something to create opportunities for himself, so he drove the dancing Slaanes to attack the guy wearing Akurduna's face.
Facing the screaming Slaane Demon, Amnak held up the blade, almost faster than the Banshee.
In the flash of lightning, a cold and shiny blade pierced the Slaanesh's closest to him, splitting his arms and body with one knife, while the other fell down, and his chest was cut from his ribs to his shoulders.
The ancient swordsman galloped past the fallen people like a storm of sharp blades, with blood and limbs scattered on the snow, heading straight for Balzaft.
At this time, Balzaft had already come to the other party's back, waving the whispering tip high, aiming at the opponent's neck. He could feel a line connecting his sharp blade with the opponent's neck. With the moment of swinging, he could take the damn head off his neck!
This feeling has given him hundreds of victories, and this time, it will be no exception!
However, he was confident that he would not get the same knife as he wanted. The moment he appeared, Amnak had already drawn out another sword, then tangled, rotated, and harvested, directly cutting off Balzaft's wrist, then cut open the other's knee and forced the other to kneel, and in an instant pierced the Slaanes lord's neck and shoulders.
In an instant, dirt blood gushed out.
Balzaft's eyes widened, and he was finally no longer troubled by delusions. He realized that his arrogance had brought him into destruction, and the whispers and singing gradually moved away from him.
He seemed to have returned to the training ground in the scorching sun. Under the scorching sun of Old Terra, his skin was red and he was sweating profusely. A sword was placed on his neck, pressing against his still tender face. The man was smiling at him with his back to the sun.
"It's okay, add more training, you've already made great progress."
Then he stretched out his hand in the other direction, and Balzaft also stretched out his broken arm in a trance.
"Master...the second company commander...is it really...you..."
The blasphemous songs and laughter were wrapped in the desire and pride of the past. In the last moment of the sudden disappearance of life, those dust-covered memories poured in like waves, causing a line of turbid tears to flow down the red eyes.
Amnak sighed lightly, and the Sharnabal saber in his hand suddenly slashed, then turned around and used the tip of the knife to lift the yellow silk falling slowly in the air. Blood bloomed purple flowers on the bright yellow.
"Yes...I will avenge you...."
When his huge head fell to the ground, Amnak also whispered a vow that emerged from the depths of his thoughts, and became more sharp and determined like the sword in his hand.
Just as the battlefield seemed to be dusting, the cruiser suddenly began to shake violently, and the walls and feet began to burn with lilac light.
Soshyan felt something immediately, a feeling of something being torn in his ears, and a giant swept over his head.
As he raised his head, a whistle cannon creaked due to the failure of the anti-gravity system, followed by a rupture and rumbling sound from the top of the flight deck, which quickly turned into a sticky, dull cunch.
Then the surrounding bulkheads broke open, and tendrils meandered around, like some kind of venomous snake tracking the smell of prey.
"What's coming... It's very different, it's not a big demon."
Amnak showed a rare expression of concentration and walked to Soshiyang. Soshiyang also drew out the Yanyang Sword and whispered:
"You don't know what it is?"
"I... don't know, or can't remember."
Chapter completed!