The Phantom Warriors are Astart and have extraordinary psychic bonuses. In the past, they were invincible in the whirlpool, but today, the skinners are faster and stronger. They ignored the harassment of the enemies and focused on tearing the enemies into pieces, and the air was filled with the squirting blood mist.
His guards and sharp blade Jenek did not disappoint him as ever. Even when facing the powerful Phantom Warriors, they were still at ease. The captain of the guard was determined to kill, no duel, and no climax of heroic duel: only terrified prey, cut open alive until their screams were destroyed for hissing and bloody gurgling.
It was an ugly, cruel, inelegant death, but very much in line with Jeneck's style.
"Kill! Slaughter these dark evil gods' slaves to their heart's content! It's a stain for their lives!"
Valgur vented his desire to kill. In his eyes, he was in a primitive tribe full of primitive dark worship and rough stones, which were covered with barbaric animals wearing fur and believed in the most superstitious and the most depraved gods. They screamed, whispered, wizarding all kinds of tricks, or wielding axes and blades.
Ridiculous, sad, completely poisoned by the subspace.
Just with those...
Those ones...
Valgur's thoughts were interrupted and a group of things appeared in front of him.
One was wearing a blood-winged helmet and holding a howling slender sword in his hand, the other was a four-legged beast with saliva flowing from his mouth.
Amon and Swann Wolfbard stopped the crazy space undead lord, and there were dozens of slaughtered corpses of phantom warriors, as well as countless mortals and beastmen.
"This guy has something to resist spiritual power. You must hold him back. It will take some time to unblock those two guys."
Tubaker's voice reached Amon's ears, and he just sneered.
"It's easy to say, why don't you do it yourself..."
Before he could finish his words, the blood wolf Swann Wolfbard jumped over howled and the huge battle axe in his hand slashed at Valgur on the chariot.
The other party laughed loudly, and the scepter in his hand gently turned, and Swann Wolfbard was knocked away. Fortunately, he maintained his posture when he landed on the ground, but his hand holding the axe was trembling slightly, and he could see that the armor was cracking and blood was oozing out.
"This thing...is very troublesome..."
The half-wolf showed sharp teeth, and saliva dripped on the ground, staring at the dead lord, Amon took a deep breath and raised his hand.
The Eighth Legion soldiers behind him immediately raised their weapons, plasma, hot melt, explosive bombs, etc. to greet the other party.
But it can be imagined that it is useless at all. There is a quantum barrier on Valgur's chariot, and the energy attack is difficult to work, but fortunately it attracted his attention.
Amon disappeared like smoke and came to Valgur behind him two seconds later, amid the roar of his jet pack.
"Go to die with the alien!"
The long sword flashed like a cold light, heading straight to the back of the White Bone Lord.
But suddenly, the other party's head turned 180 degrees, and the metal face seemed to have a mocking expression. Then his wrist turned around, gently waved it, knocked Amon's sword away, and then grabbed it again, almost tearing Amon's breastplate.
"Damn it!"
As soon as Amon landed, a skinder rushed over, kicked the opponent away and picked up the weapon, while Swann Wolfbard attacked again, and he jumped up again.
Between the sword and the shadows, the two sides confronted more than a dozen moves at extremely fast speed.
"Uh!"
Amid the screams, Swan Wolfbard was cut off with an arm and fell to the ground. Amon shot a magazine with a explosive pistol and was slapped on the ground by Valgur's staff. The entire armor almost broke and the person fell into a coma.
"Trump! All are garbage!"
Valgur laughed wildly like white noise, but it stopped abruptly, as a huge red battle axe flew towards him.
The White Bone Master controlled the chariot to avoid it, causing the man-high battle axe to hit the ground and splashed countless gravels. Then a roaring giant shadow fell from the sky, and the sequel iron claws slapped at Valgur. The White Bone Master immediately waved his halberd and swung the attack, but the huge force also swayed and flew out more than ten meters to him and the chariot.
If he missed a blow, the demon prince barbarian claws chased him, grabbed the battle axe, and roared with a wild slash. The huge force made the entire space shake.
Just as Valguer was waving his weapons and fighting against the enemy, he did not notice an ugly smiling face appeared in the shadow of the ground.
In a moment, another demon prince, Mka, controlled the power of the shadow, swept over Vargur's chariot, making him unable to move. Then the barbarian claws jumped high and roared at the opponent.
However, unexpectedly, Valgur actually jumped up, and his chariot lowered his head and opened fire violently at Mka on the ground, causing the demon prince to scream. The white bone king's halberd hit the opponent's axe upwards. The unparalleled strange force actually caused the barbarian claw to retreat back to the ground, and staggered back several steps.
"There are no more dead people who are reluctant to leave the game!"
The Claw shook his head and roared, while Valgur turned the double-edged scepter in his hand, grabbed the head of a dead Phantom Warrior, and shattered it violently, his voice was like a harsh hissing, and laughed:
"You are not enough to see! I don't know how many sub-space wastes like you have killed, and it doesn't matter if I have one more!"
Suddenly, a gust of wind came. Mka used witchcraft to repel Valgur's chariot hundreds of meters away, and then attacked the White Bone Lord from the back. However, the King of Skinner was not afraid. He laughed wildly and turned his weapons and body, holding the demon's claws, and then grabbed it, tearing open the physical flesh and blood of the sub-space, and kicked the huge demon prince to the ground with one kick.
The barbarian claws immediately attacked again, and Valgur turned around and split the battle axe with ease, and hit the devil's thigh. When the opponent roared, he raised his hand to activate the lightning position on his right shoulder and released a green lightning to hit the opponent's chest.
Hit by lightning carrying dimensional power, the barbarian claw retreated in pain, and his whole body began to flicker.
Valgur attacked like a snake, and the double-edged scepter pierced into the opponent's abdomen. The phase weapon ignored the sub-space armor that was enough to be immune to most of the physical damage. The barbarian claws rushed back in pain, and a huge wound appeared on its abdomen. The gushing blood instantly became thick and dark, dripping along his legs.
The Demon Prince became shaky, but did not release the axe in his hand.
Chapter completed!