Although the Mandelas' offensive was very fierce, the conspiracy group and even the civilians did not allow any of them for territory and survival. The battle between the two sides quickly became fierce. Among them, the most passionate one was the daughters of Kane. These are the witch spirits in the arena seemed extremely angry about the invasion of Mandela. The hostess of the arena gave all their strength and released all the warriors, including the war beasts, and they must push the Mandelas back.
The long whip with thorns in the hands of the gladiators swept through the shadows in front of them, and sparks burst out from the explosion of energy. The fury and passion flowed in the blood vessels of the witch spirits. Every drop of blood foam and every dispersed light flashed like the most vivid kaleidoscope.
"In the name of Kane! We will clear these madmen in the shadows, defend Kane's shrine, and let the killing witness our power."
The hostess of the arena stood on the moving Kane shrine, with a large urn of boiling blood in front of it. The reflected blood light dyed her snow-white skin red, and her existence brought the more fanatical power of the witch spirits and the mysterious protection of a certain person, freeing them from the influence of Mandelan's cold gaze and elegy.
It was obvious that Mandela also noticed the towering moving shrine, with a burst of screams and wails erupting from the shadows, and then hundreds of Mandela pickers holding hands to chop the knife out of the surrounding alleys and semi-collapsed buildings. The elite warriors of these Mandela were dressed in unique wing-shaped shadow cloaks, wielding beheading swords or broadswords burning with fire, and leading them was a mysterious Mandela whose body was covered with faint fire, covered with armor-like spells, and even his long white hair surrounded by flames.
"For Kane!"
When a wizard spirit hidden in a high place saw the Yuan Envoy, he immediately jumped up, pointed the sharp blade in his hand directly at the other party, trying to make a big fuss.
But she suddenly froze during the crazy jump, howling stuck in her throat, and her arms waving with a thorny whip were imprisoned by invisible chains.
When the green flame began to spread upward from her toes, she was still resisting tenaciously, her limbs trembled due to the loss of strength, and the abyss standing in the Mandela group made it too lazy to raise her head. Then an illusory ghost claw grabbed the witch spirit who had been surrounded by the fire of erectile dysfunction, and then pulled the whole skin from the flesh and bones that had been burned to ashes and dragged it into the abyss.
"Is this Mandela's Abyss?"
Rozim, who was avoiding danger all the way, couldn't help but slow down and observe a few more times after seeing the mysterious Mandela appearing in the distance.
Then he patted Tenzin on the shoulder.
"Brother Danzeng, is this thing using psychic energy?"
Tenzin looked at the terrifying Ancestor, frowned, then took a sip of the electronic cigarette, and replied in a slightly hoarse cigarette:
"It's a bit like, but...it doesn't have the confusion of psychic energy, it's like...well, inert gas? Can you understand what I mean...weird, psychic energy should dissipate if it is inactivated."
"You mean, is he using the 'dead' psionic energy?"
"It's OK to understand this way. In short, this thing is very dangerous. I may not be able to handle how far it is to hide."
"Yes, go!"
Just as the three of them rushed towards the gap in the guard wall, some whisper glided in the cold shadow like a snake, and then several hunchbacked Mandela warriors emerged from the shadows, their burning eyes staring at the three creatures.
"Oops!"
Tenzin exclaimed. Now that he has lost his psychic energy, he is a little embarrassed to face these Mandelas, but then he is even more shocked.
The dwarf with a strange Moshi's dry head rushed straight over and turned into a whirlwind of sharp blades and flames. Even in the dark, he could see the pure trajectory of violence killing any approaching Mandela.
"this--"
The strength shown by Dogo made Tenzin suspicious. Some of his original plans also needed to be reconsidered at this time. Rozim noticed the change in his expression and smiled slightly.
He then announced his next plan.
"We won't go to the gap in a while. There is a safe house in the guardrail. We will hide in it first and wait until the situation stabilizes a little before passing."
And just as the killing and struggle continued, deep in a temple composed of twisted shadows, a pair of crimson eyes staring at the greasy mirror in front of them through the uneven crown.
Several figures flashed across the mirror, surrounded by the outline of a city that was destroyed to a pleasantly collapsed state.
The battle figure was burning with a hateful fire of life, and the shadow servants emitted a cold light due to cold malice. When a screaming Mandela waved a big knife to remove the howling conspiracy in front of him, the crowned man made a satisfying cry, and his fingers held the sharp blade on his knees with uncertainty.
“Another wonderful killing!”
A shadow lingering beside the throne made a giggle.
"Another glorious execution, the shadows will eventually swallow the spire of Comoros and the filthy heart."
“However, I want to know…”
The second shadow suddenly muttered to himself, and the rough voice was mixed with curiosity.
"My Lord, why do you make such a plan with Victor?"
Finally, the king in the shadow spoke with a cold tone of death.
"Because I need Victor's fear, this person... makes him sleep and eat."
"But aren't you removing his fear for him?"
"I just promised Victor to kill him, but didn't say that he wanted to eliminate his fear, nor when to start... The contract will be fulfilled, but how it will be fulfilled depends on me. I always have to solve three problems, what do I want? How can I get it? Who is blocking me?"
"My Lord, do you believe that he is that person?"
This question made the king narrow his eyes slightly, and the cold wind whistled through the temple, and the sounds disappeared.
He still stared at the mirror, but the scene was no longer a fierce battle, but a sneaky person in the shadow, tiptoing about three people from short to tall, or his eyes were always focused on the person in the middle.
That guy with a big head, a thick neck, and looks very vulgar.
While staring, the king's fingers trembled due to a certain emotion suppressed in his heart. In the end, he still spit out the name.
"Orod...it's really like your style, but whether he is your descendant or not, I will avenge you. After so many years, Victor's owes should pay back what he owes... But before that, I might have to find your unruly child and let him make a decision."
After whispering for a moment, the king raised his hand, and then a shadow appeared. He whispered to the shadow:
"Go to the snake cave, find him, tell him that I am waiting for him, and if he does not want to miss his pursuit of supreme power in Comoros, come and see me as soon as possible."