In the middle of the cemetery, crisscrossing energy fills every corner, stirring up countless dust and gravel.

The air solidified due to the momentum of the warring parties, but was divided and crushed by violent weapons, creating a powerful airflow that seemed to tear everything apart, unscrupulously destroying the surrounding terrain and plowing narrow and long gullies on the ground.

The black big sword carried a sharp buzzing sound, easily cutting off the sharpness of the treasure. Even the unparalleled beerker had to retreat when facing this sword.

If it were an ordinary hero, facing this magical artifact that cuts iron like mud, it had already been cut into a human stick, but beerker was a legendary top hero after all, manipulating the axe and sword with uneven blade faces, and using combat experience engraved in muscles and souls to stubbornly block.

Duke waved his big sword, and his agile figure became faster and faster and stronger. At high speed, his body could not be captured with his naked eyes. Only when the weapons of both sides collided will it be shining with sparks.

A fierce spark was generated when the weapon collided, and Beerker wanted to retreat, but this time Duke didn't give him a chance. He stepped hard with his feet and charged with beerker's retreat.

The next second, the dark edge flashed by, and the axe and sword was cut off again. The part in Beerker's hand was only one quarter of its original length, like a rough stone kitchen knife.

For beerker, who is good at crushing the enemy with heavy weapons, the axe and sword are the most suitable weapon for him when he loses his mind. Now the short sword in his hand can no longer exert his strongest combat power.

Duke did not give Beerker a chance to breathe. With the charge of cutting off the axe sword, he stepped into Beerker's chest in one step, swung his sword and slashed at the big hand he grabbed, and then rotated like a top, splitting Beerker into two halves in one fell swoop.

"Ho huh huh"

The inherent skill "Fighting Continues" gives Beerker a tough body and powerful vitality comparable to a legendary creature. He only had half of his body and hugged the black sword tightly in the air.

Gao Zhoubo cut and shattered Beerker's flesh and bones, and large pieces of dirty blood scattered everywhere. Duke's eyes revealed a cold light and sent the sword forward. The tip of the sword pierced the back of the heart, revealing a cold and fierce light on his broad back.

Buzz

The light sound stopped. Duke had no idea of ​​blaspheming the corpse and pulled the sword back back, but Beerker's bloody hands held the sword tightly. The muscles in his chest and back also contracted and closed together. Even though he died, he did not relax. It gave people the feeling that the long sword pierced into the cooling steel and had become one.

Duke licked his lips, smiled happily on the corner of his mouth, let go of the sword in his hand, and took a few steps back and waited for beerker to resurrect.

"Hercules is worthy of being a legendary hero. Even if he dies, he will not be defeated. This exciting battle really makes me fascinated. You still have ten lives. Come on and make me more happy!"

As if he heard Duke's voice, Beerker's dead eyes opened again, red light bloomed all over his body, and his split body was reshaped intact. He pulled out the big sword on his chest and stood up again.

clang!

Beerker waved his sword twice, but did not hear the expected buzzing sound. Reason was equivalent to Wu and didn't think much about it. He roared and launched a charge at Duke. Even in his crazy state, he did not abandon the dignity of a great hero. He wanted to defeat Duke and wash away the shame of being killed continuously.

Duke held his five fingers with his empty grip, and another dark heavy sword condensed into shape. The sword body surrounded by black mist was filled with a strong decay. Wherever the sword edge passed, the air suddenly stagnated, and even the wind was killed.

As he said, it is not difficult to kill beerker in twelve ways, he has many methods.

boom!!!

Two dark swords met, and the storm vented in all directions. Large areas of soil were overturned, and Duke's silver hair was blown back.

Beerker's feet were sinking into the ground, the muscles on his legs were tight and swelling, and they were rooted firmly on the ground. Large cracks spread behind him. The +-level power was worthy of his Hercules' name, but it was enough to sweep all followers. But at this moment, even if the blood vessels under the skin of his arms were bulging, condensing the power of his whole body into a little, he could not defeat the enemy in front of him.

As for Duke, he was also struggling to resist the terrifying force that burst out from the beerker's sword. The stronger the enemy, the more powerful the enemy could stimulate the power he hid in his body. He only smiled happily, narrowed his eyes into thin lines, and shouted lightly, pressed beerker step by step and moved forward.

Duke's forward movement speed changed from slow to rapid, deflecting the sword body staggered, and caught Beerker off guard. Taking advantage of the gap in which he was withdrawing his sword and blocking it, the black sword light slanted from his shoulder to his lower abdomen.

Beerker let out a sigh of pain, opened his big hand and grabbed Duke's head with the roar of the falling shells, but Duke's sensitive evaded him and took a piece of space in three or two steps.

The long sword surrounded by black mist is not a high-frequency weapon, so it is naturally not as sharp as iron like mud. It only leaves bone-stricken wounds on Beerker's tough body. But this wound made him scream in a frenzy state, and the gray filled with death spread to the surroundings, devouring his vitality while leaving behind fine gravel that was constantly weathering.

This is a curse sword. As long as you are hit, you will leave an irreversible curse wound. The power of death will swallow the life force of the injured person and eventually turn into a dead bone.

Beerker died for the third time!

Duke inserted the sword surrounded by death and casually inserted it on the ground. Under the summoning of magic, he condensed a large sword of flames with golden light all over his body.

"beerker! For the fourth time, you will die in the burning of flames..."

"Ho huh huh"

The response to Duke was still an unknown roar, but everyone could feel that Beerker was even more angry than before. He forced Duke to retreat with a jump, picked up Duke's big sword discarded by Duke, held one in each hand, danced into an invincible sword net, and pressed down on Duke wildly.

The terrifying power stirred by the two swords should have completely crushed anything they encountered, but was repeatedly fired by the Flame Sword, cutting off the attack route, and having to return to defense in a hurry.

"It's useless, your swordsmanship has been seen through by me, and everything is over!"

The two sides waved their weapons and the powerful air pressure they brought when they moved made several people dozens of meters away retreat continuously. The burning meaning from the air made them feel like they were scorched by heat waves every time they breathed.

Just as they raised their arms to block the dazzling golden light, beerker was penetrated by the long sword of flames, and a fire dragon burst out from the tip of the sword on his back, spinning around and roasting beerker's body into charcoal.

Beerker died for the fourth time!

clang!

An invisible sword appeared in Duke's hand, and the surging wind power stormed the four fields, and the rolled wind blade cut the ground into crisscrossing cut marks.

"For the fifth time, you will be shaved into a skeleton by the strong wind..."

"Ho huh-"

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"For the sixth time, you will be crushed by the gravity of the earth..."

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"For the seventh time, you will be torn apart by thunder..."

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"For the eighth time, you will be frozen into your bone marrow..."

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"For the ninth time, you will be abandoned to the abyss by light..."

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"For the tenth time, the abyss is unwilling to accommodate your remains..."

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"For the eleventh time, shatter in the endless void..."

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"This...what exactly happened in the future, why did such a monster be born? Could it be that aliens invade the earth with the space fleet, so powerful heroes were born?" Hong A silent complained, not knowing how to expose the complexity in her heart.

Beerker was beaten, and was beaten in various ways. The twelve trials were broken eleven times, leaving only one life, and no one felt that he had the possibility of turning the tables.

Beerker is a legendary hero, with his strength beyond the reach of humans, but his enemy caster is obviously stronger than a level and has entered an unimaginable level.

"Is my Holy Grail Battle a Purgatory Mode? I would have been out of here if I had known it, Shirou Umiya would definitely not be able to survive..." Honga shook her head and smiled bitterly, but she was very unwilling to accept it. Compared with Duke and Beerker, he was a little unable to show off his strongest melee battle. Imagine the trump card "Infinite Sword System", which doesn't seem to be very reliable.

The people watching on the battlefield widened their eyes, their grown mouths could not be closed, and they used their superb beauty to show their shock. The great hero in Greek mythology was killed eleven times in a row. Who else would be Duke's opponent?

clang!!!

Duke swept away Beerker with a sword, and his body flashed in front of him, swung the iron sword through his shoulder blade and nailed him to the ground. Then he pulled off four big swords from the sky with one hand, passing through Beerker's limbs, making him unable to move.

"The twelfth time, you will die from..."

“beerker!!!”

Duke was interrupted by luoli voice halfway through his speech. Ilia ran over with tears in her eyes, spread her arms and blocked her between Duke and Beerker, with a hint of begging in her angry eyes.

"Old man, you are not allowed to hurt him!"

"Little girl, don't say that, it will make me think I am a villain!" Duke smiled faintly, reached out to rub Ilia's head and rubbed it.

"You agreed!?"

"Haha, after all, I'm not a demon!"

Just as Ilia showed a smile on her face, Duke continued to say unfinished words: "beerker, for the twelfth time, you will be swallowed by the dragons!"

As the cold voice fell, a terrifying pressure swept across the audience. In the magic circle that lit up behind Duke, five huge dragon heads poked out one by one...
Chapter completed!