Chapter 356: Blood Banner (17)

Black Fire Guard's head wearing an iron helmet fell to the side, and with the familiar and dull resonance of the steel collision, the headless body fell on his knees and fell straight into a pile.
Behind the fallen corpse, the mysterious man's right arm waved to his side. There was still blood flowing on the chain sword, but no drop of blood fell on his black robe.
Eugene squeezed the mysterious chain sword tightly, stepping closer and pushing his opponent back. His boots slammed Shabal's broken breastplate and tried to bring him down.
The nearly defeated Ouk Warlord still refused to fall. He had only one palm left, and the internal organs that were about to fail were undoubtedly scorched by the painful flame, but he still refused to follow, in the grille of the helmet. His breath came, and his gaze shifted back and forth between Eugene and the mysterious shadow.
In fact, Yuskin’s right arm was as painful as a fire. This weapon put a great burden on his body. The kind of tremor was to crush his hand bones.
He couldn't take what he saw as a reality, especially when he saw the forearms and palms of the Ouk Warlords lying on the ground, the armor completely broken.
But now he only wanted to kill the enemy in front of him. He had nothing to think of except cutting off his head and raising it high, shouting victory to everyone.
"ended."
Very real and familiar voice, but like a long echo in the theater, he appeared beside Eugene, holding the same chain sword.
Eugene was still staring at Shabal, without paying any attention to strangers.
"he's mine."
Shabal's breath wheezes, it sounds like an engine is running poorly because of poor fuel.
Eugene took a step towards it and was about to bring death to it.
He approached it step by step. His men were held back by the night blades who had suddenly entered, unable to support his boss. Shabal could only pick up his warhammer with one hand.
For all this, he turned a deaf ear, he felt like he was naked, and the blood was singing the adrenaline urge.
He can kill it, he can kill this warlord, he is sure!
"Don't think you will win!"
Shabal yelled. He faced the enemy in front, the ground trembling when colliding with the huge warhammer, and even the rock slab under Ushkin's feet bent and gave up resistance.
The mysterious man took advantage of its distraction, and the palm covered by the black armor crackled, and the anger from Hanan was transformed into a loss of energy. Head.
"what!!"
Shabal's helmet flew high in a witchcraft explosion and blasted half of its hard fangs behind him, and the debris that fell to the ground was blown and blown by the dense tide from both sides.
"Dead! Brute!"
Jushkin seized the opportunity, and the chain sword ploughed into Shabal's body again, this time on his knee.
Suddenly, the huge Ok lost his balance and knelt to the ground. He wanted to fight back, but more psionic shock hit him, just like thousands of razors were cutting his skin, leaving it free of care.
Eugene raised his sword high and pointed it at the enemy's neck. He wanted to put an end to it all.
Suddenly, an unusual crackling came.
Eugene froze instantly, and he tried to make a sound, but his neck was choked, as if the hand of the warlord was pinching his throat.
He tried to throw a blow of revenge, only to find that the muscles all over his body could not move because of cramps, his lungs were tightly grasped, and he could only breathe.
Click.
Two weird Oaks emerged from the flash, one carrying many mechanical parts and one mechanical arm, and the other had abnormally swollen heads and a very weak body.
"Humph."
The mysterious man hummed off the robe off his body, and Ushijin could see him clearly-with this slender figure, covered in dark black and with some spiked quirky armor, just like the flakes hanging on it The armor turned black as a result of newly condensed blood, and the helmet resembled a curved scorpion.
It’s really weird to say that it’s the weirdness of non-humans — beyond what humans can appreciate.
"You can't save it."
The mysterious man’s voice was gentle but firm, and it was Occitan.
The next moment, he appeared beside Shabal like a ghost, the air trembling as he moved.
Ok, the big and small team, also jumped up. Although he wasn't so quick, he instantly gathered his majestic spiritual power.
In an instant, the two casters twisted together, their will and body were stalemate, the metal around them made a harsh noise, and all the unused ammunition began to burst,
After a few seconds, both sides eased.
A thunderous impact force bounced along the ground, and they each stepped back two steps.
The mysterious man regained his footsteps, slashing the burning chain sword toward the big head Ouk.
He sang dark words, grabbed and pulled the shadow behind him, entwining him like a scorpion.
The pervert boy struggled to prop up the knees of his legs and clenched the metal war stick in both hands.
Its body is trembling, and it feels like its skull is being torn into a thousand pieces. It tries to pinch the broken pieces together and throw them at the enemy. The air vibrates as it digs deeper into its reserved power. .
With a series of howls, it released another invisible surge towards the mysterious man.
This time the other party just smiled. Chain Sword splits the waves, and the shadow that surrounds him grows horror, turning him into a vague and giggling ghost.
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!"
The pervert kid also understood that when he was struggling, he no longer controlled his own power, and allowed his unlimited growth, even his head began to swell, a terrifying breath was coming here.
The looming shadow turned back. Instead of chasing him, he turned back to the original place and took Yushkin away.
And Shabal, with the help of Okimide, stood up again, and the flash of teleportation was emerging around them.
"Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!"
The tsunami-like mental shock began to radiate the entire battlefield, and the surviving Black Guardians became crazy. They launched a wave of offensive with a near suicide attitude, and killed hundreds of humans, including many night blades, but regardless How do they kill, the ending is already doomed.
This kind of mental shock is also a terrible damage to humans. Many soldiers who did not die in the previous confrontation~EbookFREE.me~ turned into a dementia lying in a spit in a moment, only a small number of determined talents were able to Spared.
For Yushkin, who was suddenly taken flying, there was no warning about the surprise of his mind.
It was too shattered, and the scenes and moments poured into his mind so hard to recognize the order.
Running through the knee-deep polluted snow, there was a rustling sound, and blood spattered on the white sludge.
"Blood, my blood, that is my blood."
The body of the wolf half buried in the snow, the haze was so heavy as the morning mist, the screaming mother and sister ran towards themselves in the mist.
"You have to do something."
The recoil of the rifle hit the ground with shells, and the long-awaited reinforcements finally met, and their arrival shook the ground.
"The taste of victory."
A weapon with a rusty and decayed blade, many familiar faces.
"Finally meet again."
The shock of the air.
Then there is the feeling of losing weight, the feeling of suffocation, the feeling that the eyeballs are drained, the numbness of the fingers because of the extreme cold, and his head is under a heavy load...
Stress, similar to telepathy rather than physical perception, presses on the soul rather than the flesh.
The earth is not just shaking, it is rumbling, the sun is obscured by the shadow of the gods.
A white sun, a green shadow.
Then, on the edge of the siege of the senses, a sad release was finally ushered in.
"Is it now?"
"Or the past?"
The thread that controls the doll is broken, and weakness and freedom follow.
He lay on the ground, looked up at the mysterious man who saved him, and took a deep breath—it smelled like old blood.
"I failed to kill it."