"A mere crazy fear of the deceased! She is so presumptuous!"
Mka liberated his true form, and his tentacle-like limbs pushed the demon like a giant orangutan forward like an arthropod, and his iron claws rubbed against the ground, sparks flew everywhere.
Meanwhile, just above Valgur's head, black tendrils gathered together, each tendril wrapped like a rope.
"This is exciting!!!"
The King of Skinning laughed a few times. A strange green flame suddenly surged out from the hideous metal skull face and projected a terrifying giant face. In an instant, Mka seemed to see what he was most afraid of in this life, and his whole movement was frozen.
After using the flame gaze to control the opponent, Valgur jumped and rushed towards the opponent, swept the scepter, and took the head of the Demon Prince. If the tentacles in the sky had not suddenly turned into two sharp claws, blocking this, the Demon Prince Mka would probably be reimbursed, and was blocked. Valgur immediately let out an angry cold snorting, while Mka woke up like a dream, and took a few steps back in horror.
"Get out! The guy with his head and tail exposed!"
Valgur raised his scepter and shot a disintegrating ray at his head, but it was like a mud bull entering the sea, followed by a gloomy laughter.
"Nothing dares to play the trick of fear in front of me, I... is the real fear!"
Amid the grim laughter, two thick arms stretched out, and followed by a huge body. It was covered with twisted tactical fearless armor. The midnight blue armor swelled like flesh and blood, and lightning wrapped around the armor, shining. His head and face were long and thin, his sideburns grew abnormally. His chest was a sign of a blood-winged skeleton. A pair of demonic wings stretched out from behind it, his eyes flashed with hell's energy, and his left arm was an exaggerated power fist full of spikes.
The third demon prince, the Earl of Pattern, appeared.
It floated in the air, glanced at the other two contemptuously, then straightened its waist to reveal its deep-lined chest.
In a terrifying squirming sound, the bones displaced and the armor ruptured, revealing the cavity beneath it.
The Earl of Pattern reached into her chest and grabbed a gem that was beating like a heart. When the Demon Prince pulled it out, the gem became longer and became a dark red sword.
Holding the Demon Sword in one hand and the Deformed Power Fist in the other, the Demon Prince bent his arms and wings, obviously looking forward to the upcoming battle.
At the same time, more phantom warriors, demon engines, enchant warriors, and hell beasts appeared with the teleportation flash, and a powerful psychic energy also enveloped the entire area, creating a space full of rifts and confusions, and isolating the battlefield here from the outside world.
It is obvious that someone has formulated a tactic, the overlord of the dynasty, and in general, in the common understanding, the most useful thing to deal with space undead is the beheading tactic.
Therefore, they did not even deliberately dispatch too many troops to prevent Valgur's two legions from sweeping the entire Erohai City, just to find an opportunity to isolate the target. Now the Dark Mosquito Legion and the Star Python Legion are far away, and the skinners are also scattered in a large number of complex cities, and only his guards are left beside Valgur.
It seems that this time is the best time to hunt, so the Phantom Warriors have concentrated all the existing resistance forces and planned to succeed in one fell swoop.
But since Valgur dared to stand here, he was not fighting alone.
"kill!"
When the Earl of Pattern roared down and the Demon Sword tried to split the King of Skinning, a group of darkness that he could not see through was covered in the space. After a moment, Valgur had appeared a hundred meters away and appeared in his guards, surrounded by the wreckage of Phantom Warriors and Skinners, and his sharp blade Jenek was still standing upright.
“Yes, my Lord…thank you for your gift.”
After talking to a distant existence, Valgur's body began to be surrounded by a scarlet mist, accompanied by quantum flashes. The powerful energy injection made the nodes in his body emit dazzling light, and even made his claws appear with dazzling energy arcs.
"My Red Marshal, Boraka, I call you."
When Valgur lifted his scepter, a thick voice responded to him.
"Killing, destruction, all will be followed."
With a bang, a blow from the Ark of Doomsday instantly broke through the psychic barrier created by hundreds of phantom warriors. Then, in the rippling gap, ghost arks that were painted red in red floated in, and a huge and deformed body stood on the front.
It was a huge wild scorpion expeller lord, equipped with a giant phased life-snatching blade, skinned claws and fire-hat annihilation cannon. And in the ghost ark behind him, more expellers were fixed.
Soshiyan has always felt a little incredible about the fact that skinners and expellers can coexist with each other. Although both are known for their madness, skinners are a manic madness like hysteria, expellers are a madness that is cold to gloomy. The former is trapped in a world similar to double hallucinations, while the latter is simply hating all life, without distinction, and unreasonable hatred.
But in actual actions, the two do have similarities.
Soshiyan also asked when these expellers started joining, and Valgur's answer was-
They're always there.
There are still many key numbers of them. I don’t know if they were originally so many or later, but the expellers seem to have nothing to do with the power of the star god. Their formation originated from a nanovirus. The red marshal Soshiyang has also seen it. The other party has no special logo. Even if he does not believe in the skinner, it seems that an indifferent attitude occupies everything in their consciousness. They exist just for destruction. What race, glory, and belief have nothing to do with them.
Since they don't matter, Soshiyang won't say anything.
After arriving at the battlefield, Boraka's knees slightly bent and landed on the ground, nodding at Valgur, as if it was a tacit understanding formed by two people who had known each other for many years. The two of them had indeed met each other since before the transformation. Although they had been transformed, even the secondary transformation of the skinned person, their bond was still firm.
Immediately afterwards, Marshal Crimson raised one arm and made a casual gesture.
"Deploy, Rapid Massacre Agreement, Launch."
Chapter completed!