Eros, who thought he was certain to die, saw a sharp blade suddenly appear at the last moment, blocking the enemy's heavy sword.
After rolling a few times and getting up in embarrassment, Elos dodged the attack of a dark cultist, picked up his sword, exchanged swords with another dark cultist, rolled and thrust, and forced back the attacker who was about to attack him.
The dark cultist who was under the control of his companion half-lifted the injured companion and asked urgently: "Char, how are you?"
"I can't die!" A blood hole was pierced in the left thigh of the young man named Charles, and blood was pouring out. Not to mention the cold weather, even at normal temperature, bleeding like this would kill someone very quickly.
puff!
"Ah...ah..." A thin dark cultist was hit by a sword in the abdomen, and there were also bone-deep sword marks on his feet and legs. He couldn't die for a moment, and rolled to the ground and cried out in pain, which sounded particularly tragic.
This was caused by the holder of the sword that saved Elos. Elos could see that he deliberately did not give the dark cultist a happy time and made the other dark cultists fearful.
The night wind blows the snow, flying and falling at an angle
"Ah!" A dark cultist shouted ferociously and rushed forward, holding a thick and wide long sword high, and rushed towards the savior like a chariot.
Elos saw that the savior, who was single and weak compared to the enemy, was very strong in confronting the dark cultist, and he still had the time to hold up a sword in the middle.
Seeing that the two were about to collide, the savior suddenly increased his speed, so fast that he almost disappeared.
puff!
Kill by mistake!
The leather armor on the dark cultist couldn't help him at all. His entire waist and abdomen were almost cut off, blood spurted out, and his intestines gushed out. Then he fell to the ground and began to scream before death.
Only then did Elos see clearly that at this moment, the savior was holding the sword in his backhand. The sword flower before was not to show off, but to attract the opponent's attention and change the way he held the sword.
boom!
The savior suddenly turned his head and turned this way, a blunderbuss
Elos was shocked and realized that he was fine. He looked back and saw a dark cultist who was sneaking less than two meters away from him with a sword. A bloody hole was punched in his forehead. The eyes under the mask dimmed and the weapon fell to the ground. Then
body dumped
"Why are you still stunned? Drag it to the corner, put it on the upper part of the wound, and tighten the blood vessels with a bandage!" The savior pulled down his mask and scolded Elos. His words were fast, but coherent, clear, and concise and easy to understand.
"Oh! Oh..." Elos dragged Ciel, whose lips turned white, toward the corner of the house, leaving a scarlet blood stain on the snow, which was particularly eye-catching.
After finally getting Ciel to sit down against the stone wall, Elos suddenly remembered the problem, "I, I don't have a bandage!"
"Tear off his shirt sleeves!" The savior was already fighting with the other two dark cultists.
"Oh..." Elos couldn't help but want to smash his head. He was usually very clever, but why did his mind go blank at the critical moment?
He hurriedly helped Charles tighten his thighs, grabbed his sword and looked at the scene. Elos discovered that the savior had killed another dark cultist and was now confronting four dark cultists.
Suddenly, the savior threw the sharp sword in his hand, hitting a guy who was feeding the dying dark cultist. The sword was extremely powerful, and the attire was obviously different from ordinary dark cultists, and the figure was slim.
The guy flew across for a few meters before landing. The sword stuck on the side of his neck had no hilt.
Seeing that the savior had lost his sword, the remaining four dark cultists looked at each other and attacked the savior together.
Dodge! Dodge! Although the savior avoided it awkwardly, his actions were effective and unexpected. Elos was just about to go up and help.
boom!
The savior fired the musket while sliding under the crotch of a dark cultist. The dark cultist was shot in the lifeblood and screamed like a chicken that was strangled. Then he shrank and fell to the ground, and soon lost his voice.
Elos was surprised. The savior was obviously better at dealing with unfavorable battle situations than he thought. He could also reload the musket while dodging. To be honest, Elos didn't see clearly how the savior did it.
Elos rushed towards the battlefield, picking up the sword of the first dark cultist whose head blossomed along the way.
Although the combat power is limited, Elos still has no problem containing an enemy. In 3 vs. 2, the Dark Cultists have a large number of people, but they are at an obvious disadvantage, but the fanaticism in their eyes tells Elos that they will not retreat.
Although madness can increase combat power to a certain extent, it has limited meaning in the face of calm and highly skilled opponents. The savior is undoubtedly such a character. After fighting for more than ten seconds, there was another roar, and a dark cultist covered his left chest,
fell down dead
At this time, Elos was facing away from the savior and fighting a sword with a dark cultist. The two swords clashed, but the sound was covered by the roar of firecrackers. Then Elos saw the savior appear from his side, kicking
Stepping on the dark cultist's chest, the dark cultist flew backwards, but the savior did not intend to let him go. He quickly followed him forward, leaned forward and slashed with his sword, leaving a huge wound diagonally on the dark cultist's body, and blood flowed out.
Splash, the dark cultist landed on the ground, and saw that he was no longer alive.
The remaining dark cultist completely lost his will to fight, turned around and ran away while screaming, even throwing away his weapon.
Elos saw the savior calmly stuffing the bullets into the firegun, and boom! The dark cultist fell down in the snow, wailing and crawling forward. The savior shot him in the crook of the leg, and his knees were broken. He wanted to run away.
It's not easy, even if you want to die, it's not easy either
"Keep him alive for questioning, and be careful not to let him swallow anything."
"Okay!" Elos responded and ran towards the injured but not dead dark cultist. When he turned around inadvertently, he saw that the savior was chopping the head of the deceased.
Just when Elos was puzzled by the cruel behavior of the savior, two dark cultists climbed up on the ground, the strong man who was not completely dead before and the emaciated cultist who was fed with medicine. Among them, the emaciated cultist was fed something.
Ross saw it with his own eyes
Boom! Neo gave the emaciated cultist a musket and hit the target squarely in the forehead, but the target was only staggered back by the kinetic energy of the projectile.
Neo didn't expect to solve the problem with a single shot of fire. He had already rushed forward. The thin cultivator reacted very quickly. He hunched over, opened his arms, and launched a hedging attack in a very strange posture. He was still more than 3 meters away.
Yuan then leaped into the air and pounced down like a big turkey. He put his arms together and waved, and an almost tangible air blade flew out.
In an instant, his footsteps shifted, and the air blade flew past Neo's body with a clang, cutting off the cotton-padded clothes and a piece of flesh on Neo's upper arm. Even the arm armor of his forearm was shaved as if it had been scraped by a steel knife.
put a thin layer
Stab, side wipe! The sharp blade in Neo's hand pierced the chest and abdomen of the emaciated cultist who was falling, as if he was lifting the person up with a war gun. The back was pointed, and then with this touch
, the stinking blood spurted out, and half of the emaciated cultist’s body was cut open.
Although Neo couldn't control his forward momentum, with the help of the side swipe of the sharp blade, his body turned around quickly in the air, and the sharp blade also followed the trend, miraculously cutting into the emaciated cultist's previous slash, cutting him.
The other half of the body was slashed away
Boo! Neo was thrown out on his back. After landing, he flipped over onto his back and climbed up on his knees, then pounced towards the emaciated cultist who was cut in half and fell to the ground.
"Careful!" Elos hissed at this time
Bang! Neo still failed to dodge the sudden attack of a strong figure, and was whipped away by the giant claws like bear paws. However, the sword in Neo's hand had already nailed the emaciated cultist to the ground like a holy spear.
The emaciated cultist let out a harsh croaking sound, scratched his arms wildly, and a large amount of feces-like filth flowed out of his chest. He gradually lost strength and finally became silent.
Neo, who was whipped away, fell hard this time, and after landing, he slid a few meters away. Struggling to endure the pain in his chest, Neo quickly turned over and stood up, with cold eyes like that of the bloodthirsty beast.
The fierce eyes intertwined and collided
The sturdy cultist whose abdomen had been cut open before has now become a monster and continues to change. His mouth is drooling, and the muscles of his body are squirming obviously. He is lying on all fours like a beast, and his body is inflated as if inflated. Not only are his limbs changing.
It was thick and completely deformed, the hind limbs became anti-joints, and even a fleshy rat tail grew out...
"Oh my god! What kind of monster is this!" Elos exclaimed in his heart. He had also heard that in order to win over mortals to work for them, the devil would reward some magic potions that could increase combat power and even transform like a werewolf.
But the reality was obviously much scarier than he imagined. He couldn't even figure out what the two dark cultists had turned into. They had the characteristics of wild beasts and immortal characteristics. They were ugly and terrifying, and obviously the effects of different people's transformations were also different.
Not nearly the same
"Beast?" Neo stood up, walked slowly and unhurriedly, picked up a long sword, and danced a few times, but his eyes never left the beast.
"Beast!" Now, he has confirmed his guess. Low-level magic transformation can seriously damage the mind. Only with a beast-like IQ can he use the 'Hunter's Gaze' which is specially used to deal with ferocious beasts in the mountains and forests.
The most primitive instinct and intuition maintain the current confrontation situation. If someone's IQ is not complete, I am afraid that he will not be able to pick up the sword calmly.
Neo's steps suddenly stopped, he took a lunge, holding the sword with both hands and slowly raised it over his right shoulder. At this moment, his energy gathered and his mind was pure, it was his special move "Desperate Throw"
Neo's action seemed to be a provocation. The monster roared and pounced forward. Its thick limbs stepped on the ground powerfully, and snowflakes flew. It was as fierce and fast as a combination of a bear and a cheetah.
Elos's heart was in his throat at this moment, because he could see that Neo's special move had not yet been fully charged.
Courage! Calmness!
Casting a sure-kill move is sometimes like gambling with one's life. The threat of death oppresses people's nerves, and people have to endure with strong self-control at this extreme moment and be pure and pure, just for the sure-kill move.
The monster's huge body has jumped up, and its giant claws have been waved. The momentum is like a mountain being smashed, making Elos, who is several meters away, feel panic and despair.
The ‘all-or-nothing’ strategy is launched at this moment, breaking the cauldron and sinking the boat, moving forward indomitably
Crack!
The long sword is very ordinary, but this sword swing gives people an extremely sharp and refreshing feeling, as if all the pent-up pain in the chest is suddenly released, a faint light blade remains in the void, and half of the monster's head is connected
The shoulder was chopped off, but it was a pity that Neo couldn't put on any master look. The monster's collision was very powerful, and just the scratch on the hind limbs sent Neo flying out, causing him to fall.
"Cut off his head!" Neo shouted, making Elos realize that he had messed up the matter again. In this short period of time, the dark cultist with the broken leg had begun to twitch and change. It was obvious that he