Under the amplification of the legendary weapons, the long street within ten yards of Downton was shattered. Tyson suddenly fell into it, and he could hardly open his eyes from the flying gravel.
Kill in heaven!
Whoa, it slashed at Tyson's head with hundreds of pieces, and a white light went from top to bottom, like a sword of judgment, trying to eradicate the evil in the world.
Tyson retreated violently, but his chest was still cut open by the irregular ax blade, and blood splattered.
Downton made a backhand move and struck out with the Heavenly Cross Slash.
boom!
The cross formed by the blade light instantly caught up with Tyson, leaving a cross slash mark on his body.
"Damn it! Damn it! Why can you suppress me?"
The pain tore at the nerves, causing Tyson's face to be covered with ferociousness. His retreating right foot stepped on the road and counterattacked towards Downton. The explosion was so violent that the floor was trampled to pieces.
The giant roars!
Downton faced the attack without hesitation, continued to use restricting skills, and then connected with the giant seal.
Sonic martial arts is the most troublesome. Unless Tyson is deaf, it will definitely be affected. It is full of momentum, but before the counterattack can be launched, it becomes dizzy and tinnitus, and the movement suddenly freezes.
The next second, the giant seal came. If it were an ordinary magic user, he would definitely die. However, Tyson was an experienced gangster after all. He tried his best to dodge at the critical moment, but one of his arms was still cut off.
Tyson knew that the situation was over and wanted to escape, but that human being was like a tarsal maggot, continuously attacking the ground with mercury, blocking his path forward.
Downton fired two cross-cut shots in succession, hitting Tyson in front of him, blocking his path, and at the same time, he accelerated again.
Tyson had to slow down, otherwise he would be stabbed, but Downton was close in the next moment. His whole body was spinning and shot.
The giant windmill blasted out again, at an incredible speed.
As soon as the thought of dodge entered Tyson's mind, severe pain was already felt in his arm. It was unstoppable, and he watched helplessly as Downton chopped off his right shoulder like a wheel saw.
Zhi!
Blood spurted out, staining the nearby steps and the walls of the bakery.
"Miscalculation!"
Downton landed. He immediately turned around and counterattacked. He did not expect that Tyson could not block the windmill, so that not only did the subsequent eight axes fail, but he also widened the distance.
But Tyson couldn't run away either. One-third of his entire body was removed, and the organs inside the chest could still be seen. If the ogre hadn't been born with strong vitality, he would have died long ago.
"Why?"
The serious injury caused Tyson to slow down his movements a lot, and when he was unable to resist Downton's rapid attack, he was chopped off in the neck with a knife.
At the moment of Tyson's death, the fighting on the entire long street came to a halt, and the gangsters' eyes couldn't help but fall on Tyson's head flying high.
"Tyson, the thief who has been famous for many years and has killed countless people across the border for more than ten years, is actually dead?"
"I must have read it wrong. That human was clearly at the first level of war. How could he kill Tyson, who was at the fifth level of war?"
"Ignore it, what should we do? Keep fighting?"
The gangsters were shaken and unable to break through the defense line of hatred. They were constantly bombarded by magic, and Tyson, who was now their spiritual support, was killed. Their momentum suddenly dropped to the limit.
Some people were still hesitating, but those behind had already started to run away.
"You came to the Western Territory to plunder wealth, why are you fighting with me here?" Downton deliberately laughed, "You natives are really stupid!"
Listening to Downton's sarcasm, the gangsters were furious and wanted to kill him. But when they saw Tyson's body lying at his feet, they all turned off the fire.
Some gangsters left quietly. The human said it right. What's the use of killing him? It's better to grab things by yourself while others are holding him back.
There are still some who think more and even start to think about the possibility of becoming a new leader.
Downton knew that letting these gangsters leave would cause great losses to Chenmist Town, but he couldn't hold on anymore. Besides, having done this, he was already worthy of the townspeople.
His right hand passed through the hairline and grabbed the edge of the angry mask. Downton used all his strength to peel it off. In another ten seconds, the use time limit would be up.
The armor starts from the feet and flows back into the mask like sea water at ebb tide.
It was like tearing off the skin of a living person. The tearing pain made Tang Zheng, a tough guy who couldn't even cry when he was promoted, couldn't help but moan in his throat.
It hurt so much, it felt like my skin was numb.
Celes ran to Downton immediately, shedding tears of distress.
"Big brother!"
Hu Tao was originally going to chase down the defeated gangsters, but when she saw Downton's miserable state, she immediately ran back and asked with concern, "How are you?"
Downton was breathing heavily, unable to speak. When the Fury Armor turned into a mask again, he pulled it off.
Wow!
Blood drips.
"ah!"
Celes and Hutao screamed out in fright, because Downton's face was covered in blood and his appearance could no longer be seen.
"Defensive formation, protect Downton, pay attention to the surroundings, be careful of stray arrows!" Homer commanded the demon servants on behalf of Downton. It was worried that the escaped Thousand Leader would hide in the dark to watch the battle and take the opportunity to sneak attack on the master.
Celes cried, her hands kept shaking, trying to comfort Downton's face, but she was afraid of hurting him.
"Stop crying, I'm not dead." Downton put on an ugly smile, trying to comfort Celeste, but he took a step, his legs were weak, and he fell to the floor.
Celes reached out to help her, but was pushed down by Downton.
"Hey, this mask is too scary. It's better to use it less in the future!" Downton didn't even have the strength to take a deep breath. The mask drained his physical strength and magic energy.
In order to defeat Tyson within the time limit, Downton's attack was as fast as a storm, with nearly a hundred consecutive moves, which was far beyond the limit of his body's endurance. If it weren't for the two legendary weapons, he would have died long ago.
"This is also a test of the body and will." Homer took out the wine to replenish his strength and asked Celes to feed it to Downton.
Downton's performance was perfect and he was able to kill Tyson. Homer was not surprised at all. With the protection of the Man of Steel potion and the legendary armor, Downton had a defense that surpassed Tyson's.
Although the power given to Downton by the Titan Statue is slightly inferior to that of Tyson, it is enough to ensure that he will not be repulsed. Coupled with the increase in the power of the martial arts of Shattering Heads and Hundreds of Shatters, it can be said that Downton already has the power to surpass Tyson.
attack power
As for fighting experience, Downton has a lot of experience, and in the previous battle, the rhythm was completely controlled by him. The violent combos made Tyson's offensive completely useless, and he was reduced to a sandbag.
"Tyson is dead! Tyson is dead!"
The townspeople who had escaped from the battle just now ran back with joy on their faces. They cheered, and some people hacked Tyson's body with rocks and kitchen knives.
"Downton, if you kill Tyson, you will be famous this time, and you may even get a noble title."
"You are our hero in Morning Mist Town!"
The townspeople were talking a lot, and of course some were urging.
"Let your men continue to hunt down those defeated bandits. This is a good opportunity to gain military glory."
"Go and organize people to fight back. Our hometown needs our hands to protect it." Downton took out a magic diamond to absorb the magic energy, "Go and notify the soldiers and let them hunt down the bandits."
There were still a few soldiers in the crowd, sneaking towards the dead bodies, sighing at the power of those abominations. They cut off the heads with a knife, trying to steal a few. As long as they were taken back, they might be able to advance to a higher level.
"Hey, put your head down!"
The cunning Jackson had already noticed them and walked over with his crossbow.
"what to do?"
The soldiers looked at each other, but before they could come up with a solution, Jackson had already stretched out his arm and slapped an unlucky guy in the face.
"You even dare to snatch the master's trophies. Don't you want to live anymore?" Jackson roared, "Do you believe I will twist your heads off?"
"No, we are helping Downton collect the heads. You are too tired, sir, so we can do it for you." The soldier laughed along with him. Looking at the heavily armed ghouls around him, how could he dare to resist?
"Okay, let's cut off the rest." Jackson pointed to the side, "Remember to put them neatly."
The soldiers had no choice but to obey with a grimace.
"I'm not disfigured, am I?"
Downton felt blood on his face and was shocked.
"No!" The elemental arm grabbed a bucket of water and poured it on Downton. His cheek was not damaged, but he looked more scary just now.
The Sheriff and Mayor Franz did not escape too far and kept observing the situation in Morning Mist Town from a distance. After all, as the highest authority here, they also had to consider their own future. Besides, the horse under their crotch was a thoroughbred horse.
With personal guards around them, they can escape even if the situation becomes too dire to handle.
"What's going on? I think I heard cheers?"
The uneasy Sheriff heard the faint shouts coming from the town and looked puzzled.
"Tyson is dead? Impossible. Its combat power is top-notch at the border!" Franz shook his head and questioned, "Isn't it a trap meant to lure you over?"
"This is obviously a human voice." The Sheriff secretly scolded Franz for being stupid. The accents of those ogre natives were not so pure.
The mayor was still hesitating, but the sheriff had already made a decision, "Let's go and have a look. The shouts of death are much quieter now. Something must have happened."
"Wait a minute, listen, someone is calling Downton's name!"
"It couldn't be that kid who killed Tyson, right?" The Sheriff was stunned, "But considering the strength of his army, there is really a possibility of killing Tyson."
"Why are you in a daze? Why don't you hurry up and leave? Seizing Tyson's body is a great achievement!" Franz whipped the horse hard with his whip and roared at the guard, "Follow me quickly!"
In order to scare away the gangsters, the townspeople were shouting that Downton led the army to kill Tyson, so the closer Franz got to the town, the clearer he heard and the more anxious he became.
"The crisis in Morning Mist Town has been resolved. The top priority now is to snatch Tyson's head and find some backstage activities. Maybe we can get promoted."
Dreaming sweetly all the way, Franz rushed to Downton. Looking at the tattered corpses piled up on the long street, he did not feel sick and vomited, but was ecstatic.
"Go and chop off those heads!"
The Sheriff also had the same expression. This was all military merit. More than a hundred guards dismounted impatiently and rushed towards the corpse. (To be continued...)