Amid the screams, a force was put on the shoulders, and his body was pushed a few feet away. However, the price of doing so was that the paladin's shoulders and back were completely exposed to the slender and slender before the dazzling cold light.
Above the blade, the spiritual luster flashed, and the magic-blessed armor was actually irresistible.
Edward's eyes twitched.
He watched the bursting light scattered like fireworks, but what was cut was actually a subtle dimension. Although the paladin's armor was extraordinary, it could not resist this other-level method of destruction. He looked at
The metal cracked, the enchantment dissipated, and then the skin under it... the bright red blood gushed outward, occupying space like a illusion just now, drawing warm colors on the skin.
The cold power followed like a shadow, erasing the last flash of the armor, and the gray mist formed a grinning skeleton, proclaiming to everyone the evil power, the power of death.
So the light body fell clumsyly with the damage and fell into the arms of the psychic warlock. The smell of rust overflowed the nose, and the blue pupils that were so close to each other were slowly losing their spirits.
Edward felt his heart was tightened, and there was only a blank space left in his mind.
The blood rushes into the body, the flames are as hot as fire, but it seems to be biting cold.
Get used to blood? Get used to scars and death?
No, in fact, everything is just indifferent because of indifference and habits. But if you cannot be indifferent, you will not be able to get used to even a little blood, let alone... be calm in the face of death.
The smell of blood is so fishy and salty, but the woman's body exudes a light fragrance. The mixed strange perception interrupts the thinking for a moment. She looks at everything in front of her, but seems to know nothing, even if the translocator is
The movement of retracting the sword, grabbing the man in red robe, then turning around and jumping into the void door was not so fast, and it was impossible to grasp it at all.
"Idiot, what are you doing? Why don't you give her a painful memory? I was frightened? Also, don't you have the magical technique of healing? Why are you staying? Do you want to let her die in front of you like this?"
The voice of Lingjing servant sounded in his mind, dry and calm, just like his creator.
It shocked the hunter.
Just like the originally wandering soul, it seemed that it finally returned to the four of him. His eyes turned, and he found himself pressing the Paladin's wound tightly, but for the wound that could hardly be covered from the neck to the back, it was almost impossible for both hands to cover it.
This action just made more blood gush. And the blood actually rendered a blockbuster.
Ah, yeah, what am I doing?
Positive energy surges from the healing wand, activates cells, seals the wound, and constructs it, and is repaired in an instant.
This is not easy to work, although the wand that seals the magical arts is just a storage product - to heal the terrifying wound that is two feet long and deep, almost means to squeeze out the energy sealed in the wand.
Purely use mental power to activate magic arrays, calling completely different sources of energy, even if it is one
A genuine official mage may not be able to do it easily, not to mention that everything must be extremely fast, because the loss of blood will also become a fatal damage.
Thank goodness, everything went well.
Throwing down the wand that was originally very expensive, now as useless as a small wooden stick, Edward used the gentlest movement to hold his body in his arms, feeling the faint but steady breathing, he sighed,
Looking up.
The man in the red robe and his companion of the samurai had already turned into a little shadow at the far end of his sight... The psychic energy eliminated complicated gestures and lengthy spells, so any door became the most effective escape spell, let alone
The one who uses it is a translocator who has a great understanding of space and can glide in the air at any time.
But everything won't end there. Yes, everything is not finished, it's far from over.
First of all, it was the undead who was retreating in a hurry. His figure was disappearing in a flowing light and shadow, losing all the means of attack, and was abandoned by his companions at the first time. He could only hope for the man in red robe just now.
Used, 'seems useful' trick-
Unfortunately for Edward, this meaningless behavior would only make the flame in his heart burn a little more intense.
He stepped forward and held the paladin's sword.
Before the seriously injured soul noticed it, the sharp weapon had already brought a wound on his chest that almost cut him in half. Then the shriveled flesh without any blood was in a disgusting smell.
The unlucky guy let out a howl like a helpless girl who had encountered a gangster. But he could not stop the light representing positive energy from continuously destroying his body and burning him like
The brilliant torch - almost just in a blink of an eye.
But this is not the end either.
The emotions in my heart still seem to be indescribable.
Is that flame angry, amazed that he was so angry that he was so embarrassed by the enemy's exploitation of loopholes? Or is he hated the cruelty of the other party? No, that's too naive. On the battlefield, it's life and death, and there's no room for anything.
It is worth betting on feelings - or more, a kind of guilt towards the protector and his own powerless helplessness? Is it because of the little regret that arises after the rejection? It is a serious injury to the innocent and valued person.
Not willing to?
But no matter what it is, the hunter actually has no interest in pursuing it. The strange feeling just burns in his mind, turns his blood vessels, fills his muscles, making his spirit extremely excited and unable to calm down.
So, how to do it?
At the far end of the sight, the battle is approaching the end - the number of undead cannot be supplemented with the collapse of the creator, and the werewolf's power or strength cannot break through the tight defense of the knights. However, the beast is
After transformation, he has lost the intelligence to look forward and care, and will only follow his instinctive fighting spirit and keep moving forward.
Just so, just kill them, tear them apart, smash them, let them experience the pain of loss and the horror of death. And I
The anger... this may calm my heart.
A voice seemed to declare.
...
Wu Ao
The werewolf poked out his huge claws, which was so fast that the air also made a sound. The tips of the claws squeezed the moisture in the air, and actually pulled out five faint tail mists.
Rudolph raised the tower shield to block the attack. The loud bang of bone and iron oak hit the knights more than ten feet away in a row. But with the help of the gap caused by this interception, three sharp blades had already arrived in the air.
Three wounds were cut between the attacker's chest and abdomen.
The eyes swept through the iron sheet, and five concave holes. Even the thousand-person longs couldn't help but frown. The wound that had just been slashed and stabbed slightly wriggled on the monster's body, and it stopped almost in the blink of an eye.
After bleeding, the werewolf just took a few steps back indifferently and let out a sarcastic roar.
It's really troublesome...
Rudolph gritted his teeth and noticed that the subordinates around him were already panting... Although the attacks of these monsters in front of him were fierce, it was not surprising. The nearly infinite physical strength and extraordinary recovery ability were enough to make them
Have the advantage in protracted war. What's more, I have to always pay attention to the safety of those fragile vase knights, and what's worse, this has been discovered by the werewolves.
“Give it to me.”
A voice suddenly passed through the noise of the battlefield.
The voice was calm and gentle, but it was irreversible. Rudolph turned his gaze and noticed the black-robed figure who was slowly walking, holding a man horizontally - seemed to be ready to pass through without restraint.
Werewolf, between his three subordinates
"Are you scared? You..."
Rudolph couldn't help but curse, but the words had just been spit out and were nailed to the corner of his lips.
According to legend, the madness of the Cruold Barbarians originated from the beastly bloodline they had mixed in a long time ago. This powerful transformation not only allowed the host to have powerful power, but also wiped them out.
Negative emotions make the pain slower and numb to the perception of fear.
But the real threat is not something that numbness can be fought against.
The terrifying power is formed in the spirit, the bones are broken, the tendons are broken, the belly is broken... Countless terrible thoughts are drawn from the corners of forgotten memories, wiped and then poured into the crazily like a tide, the charges that exploded in the nerves,
The ramming against the most fragile part of the werewolf's mind made the beast fall down. Before he fell to the ground, the roar he made was shocking, and the shrillness of it almost made his fellow men tremble and stop.
The howling came to an abrupt end, and a small silence fell into the battlefield for a moment.
All creatures stopped at the same time, as if out of a dangerous instinct, everyone subconsciously turned their eyes and stared at the black figure at the intersection.
But he just put down the person he was holding, whispered to several knights: "Take care for her," so the three knights who were fighting against werewolf seemed to have stopped helplessly, and then
Retreat, looking at the short black shadow, stepping past them.
This is a short and illusory peace—
And what broke it was a roar like a muffled thunder.
As the hunter's body slid back a foot, hundreds of steel balls formed a black network in the air, pounced on the second werewolf. The orc's huge body was unable to dodge at all, so the metal with terrible power pulled open its skin
**Put through the body, even breaking, breaking the bones as hard as steel, and causing a storm of flesh and blood everywhere. When the thick and pungent smoke dissipates, the werewolf's body is almost gone, the chest and abdomen
The muscles between them were bombarded and turned into a viscous area, with uneven bones, and plasma splattering everywhere, faintly revealing the smoke behind them.
The beast-turned humans have excellent recovery ability, but in the face of such weapons, their recovery ability is simply equivalent to nothing.
"The third one."
The psychic warlock made a low murmur - it was not a calculation error. The third giant wolf had already shaking and fell to death, and the "experience the severe pain" silently destroyed his nerves.
But this is not at all cost. Calling the backlash of the psychic energy with all your might will also cause harm to the psychic warlock. Edward frowned and felt the pain of a tiny needle on his scalp.
But at this time, we cannot leave any room for breathing.
The remaining two werewolfs leaned down and let out a low whimper from their throats. After a little pause, one of them had slowly moved forward.
This is the tallest among all werewolfs. The beast over eight feet tall has muscles on its body. It exudes explosive power, and there are six or seven wounds that are constantly bleeding outwards.
The black animal hair was glued together. But he seemed to feel his green pupils staring at the short human being who had just approached. He bent down, arched his waist and back, and thick saliva came from the fangs in his jagged mouth cavity.
Shi Yi brought a pungent breath in the air, trembling deep in his throat, turning into a terrifying snoring.
But the psychic warlock just raised his head, threw away the iron box in his hand, and pushed off the hood above his head. His face revealed a strange pale under the faint light. His thin lips were tightly pursed, and his eyes were pupils.
, that bright color, like metal, is cold and hard.
The werewolf let out a shrill roar, and his wild instinct seemed to drive him back, but the beastly violent decision made the opposite.
Before he could make a judgment, a fist appeared from a place he unexpectedly hit his nose, and the steel cast a guard ring, and broke the cartilage in it with a click.
The werewolf's nose was covered with nerves like wild animals. This sudden blow made it scream in pain. The severe pain and soreness hit the eye sockets, so he couldn't help but raise his head and close his eyes.
But what the other party wants is the gap in his nerve reflex.
A little pause has determined the overall situation. The psychic sages and presses the back of his head.
In an instant, Edward's brain seemed to be grasped by a pair of huge palms, squeezed out every trace of residual energy, and was even pulled into the depths of his throat.
But the effect of this pain exchange is also appreciated - the dissipation touch has been increased to its limit, and the betting ability is enough to allow the flesh and a layer of bones on the werewolf's head shell to teleport to somewhere unknown
So, the fragile residual part that was almost transparent could not resist the pressure on the iron gloves. It sank and shattered with a bang, so the hand reached into the werewolf's head, and it flipped without hesitation and stirred
Blood and brain matter splattered everywhere. When the hand was pulled out again with a soft and solidified red and white, the beast, which was originally full of murderous intention, turned into a pool of dead flesh, fell to the ground and knocked out a large piece of it.
The dust
This terrible change seemed to finally destroy the fighting spirit of the last werewolf. He jumped back without hesitation and left ten feet away with a leap.
But so.
A brilliance of green shines into his eye sockets as soon as he lands.
The corrosive pain not only made the monster roar, but also deprived him of his life after a few breaths.
Standing next to the bone-exposed wreckage, the young hunter had no expression on his face, but the bloodstains splattered on his face were enough to become the best decoration. Even the regular knight could not help but shudder and open his eyes, let alone the eyes.
Let’s talk about the timid little nobles who were completely scared and silly behind.
It sounds long, but in fact, from the beginning of the battle to the reversal of the victory or defeat, it is just a short hourglass scale, killing the necromancer and expelling the transpositioner. The battle is the most thrilling, but the magical struggle is far away, and
How can it be compared to the impact of the werewolf's instant death?
The battle ended like this... Looking around, the pungent smell of blood made Edward narrow his eyes.
"Lucky." A weak smile gathered from the corner of her fair mouth, and Elena whispered: "I thought it was."
"I didn't expect that the paladins who have always regarded death as honor as honor would have something to be afraid of?"
“For paladins, death is not fearful, God’s grace will perpetuate their souls, especially for faith. And… what we fear is not death, but the separation of life and death brought about by death.
”
Speaking of this, the female knight suddenly stopped, she closed her eyes and stopped talking.
Edward narrowed his eyes and looked at the pale face with a hint of sorrow passing by, a little surprised. This female knight, who was as strong as a marble statue, showed weakness and helplessness for the first time.
look.
"Are you afraid of parting with your loved ones...?"
As if he wanted to completely wipe out the gloom in his chest, Edward exhaled a long breath and stroked Elena's smooth and smooth hair with his fingers.
Even if it is a paladin, no matter how strong it is on the surface, she is still a woman from the bottom of her bones. She is just a girl in her prime. Walking on the battlefield where life and death are instantly life and death, the edge of the God of Death's sickle is undoubtedly cruel.
Faced with this feeling that she had never experienced before, Elena seemed quite afraid. As soon as her fingertips touched her soft and plump waist, it aroused a slight tremor in her body.
Closed his eyes.
The paladin showed such a look, which made Edward want to smile, but in the end, he just lowered his head and let his lips slide off the other person's forehead, slide across the bridge of his nose, and find the soft cherry color.
The girl's lips were soft and fragrant, with a little blood loss of coldness, so Edward sucked it gently and warmed it with his own temperature (to be continued).
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