Chapter 635: Rebellion (9)

Allied danced through the battlefield dance-like. While he was fighting with brutal fun, the substantive pleasure caused by the killing scene and sound rushed in his body.
There are a dozen places in his armor that have sunken and cracked, but these injuries only stimulated him to make the crazy killing dance more brutal. As early as preparing for the battle, he had repainted every part of the armor with colorful colors The surface, to stimulate your vision that has been refreshed recently.
He also strengthened his weapons in a similar way, and the terrible and disgusting shape of the deformed long sword accompanied his every fatal blow, which can ignite his senses.
"Look at me and realize the darkness of life!"
The leader of the Blurred Blade, Allied, screamed during the fight. He was frantic because of the killing. He had abandoned his helmet long ago, just to better feel the chaos of the battle-the roar of the guns, the tip of the knife. The hum of the flesh, the explosion and the sharp trajectory of the shells across the sky.
He longed to participate in this unparalleled battle beside his master, but the shadow prince had made ample plans for this battle.
Suddenly, an arrogant wagging gesture distorted the ecstatic expression of Allied. He twirled a precise beheading blow to a black warrior.
plan!
Where is there any time in these plans to enjoy the reward of victory? The power and desire to awaken in his body through the flesh and blood ceremony was born for this, and rejecting them is rejecting a person's nature.
The insane warrior raised his hand to pick up the helmet that the enemy had just been cut off by him, pulled his head from the inside, and spent a moment savoring the blood and the stench of the burnt meat burned by his sword.
"You dirty green skins!"
He cried with a serious mocking:
"But now you are dead!"
He sipped on the greasy face, then laughed and threw it high into the air, but was torn in mid-air by a nearly continuous jet.
A cry of mad laughter and a humming low sound burst, and he fell to the ground, and then a fatal star dart storm roared overhead, the volume was unbearably high, but Allied was The noise screamed happily as it rushed past him.
He jumped up and saw a group of gigantic armoured Ock slowly coming towards him in time. When he saw that the leader was the burly Grak, the original joy made him grin, and the warlord’s armor The logo made him stand out like a beacon in the dark.
The next second, the hissing collision noise plowed huge trench marks on the ground beside him, and then exploded upwards from the black sand like a volcanic eruption. Behind him, Silas saw the warped body of Yalid. The image, and he himself felt the joy of the bones in the fierce wind of the battle.
The eve blade decorated his armor with jagged iron spikes, and also peeled off the skin of the dead to decorate the armor pieces covered with blood.
Like Arred, he was also changed by the flesh and blood ceremony, his exaggerated jaw locked his mouth open, and continued to scream.
There were only two deep cracks left in the place where the ears used to be. The eyelids of both eyes were cut open to keep them open and never closed.
He still carried his former sword, added barbed handles and grips, and gave the metal sword a magical power like a tongue, turning it into a terrible weapon.
Along with their companions, they released a wave of inharmonic scales, which caused a dozen Oak to twitch. Yalid expressed his gratitude with a scream, then jumped forward, and the sword pointed directly at Grak's throat.
"What the shrimp!!!"
The horror witnessed by Grak almost cost him his life.
Even the most disgusting nightmare in his imagination could not match the blurred blades in front of him, although the enemies he had dealt with before were already traitors with no will, at least they could still use their minds to understand.
And these are things he can't understand at all, a group of freaks who publicly display their fallen and distorted distortions.
A damaged monster, wearing armor covered with bloodstained human skin, screaming and fiddled with a weird weapon, its shoulders emit deadly sonic energy and star dart fragments can tear the strongest warrior , Into a broken armor and liquefied flesh exploded.
"No matter what you are! Cut!!!!"
Just when Grak lifted his ripper to block a sword chopped to his head, he found that the other person's twisted face split in two, as if it were a cut mirror.
The warrior was like a dancing snake, laughing and howling, and spinning around Grak like a lunatic, hacking and attacking frantically.
Compared to the twisting long sword, the Ripper is a terrible heavy weapon, enough to easily cut through all armor, and Grak adjusts the direction at the fastest speed he can reach, blocking every record of the sword Crazy slashing and trying to use one blow to result in the opponent, but even if he is as fast as he is, he dare not expect to be able to match the speed of his opponent like a snake.
"Damn!!!"
His furious warlord even reached out his hand and caught his opponent's fallen sword in his fingers. A violent explosion broke out between the two.
He twisted his wrist and directly cut off Allied's sword, leaving only the length of the forearm above his hand.
But Grak also grunted with pain, feeling that the skin on his fist and the molten metal of the hand were stuck together, and he saw the Gug shrimp lying on the ground with his back spread, the armor on his chest under the temperature of the explosion Bubbling, his screaming face was a mess, charred flesh and exposed bones made it look terrible.
Despite the slight burn in one hand, Grak grinned under the helmet. He stepped forward with heavy steps ~ EbookFREE.me ~ ready to give a vengeful blow to the hateful enemy.
When he lifted his feet and stepped on Yaleid's chest, he spurted a spur of blood to the convenience, and the strength of the Ouk Warlord was enough to crush him easily.
In just one second, his movements were suspended because of disgust, but Allied needed nothing more.
The broken sword waved upwards, and the broken sword body was reactivated with energy, and ran into the root of Grak's left leg.
A pain erupted in Grak's body. Allied cut the remains of the weapon upward, and pieces of molten armor dripped onto the black sand in the blood rain sprayed by the warlord.
The Blurred Blade got up and his weapon sawed into the breastplate from bottom to top.
Grak tried to move, but his armor was locked in place, the shadow obscured his joints, and Allied stared straight at him.
His face was particularly terrified by the flames of the battlefield, the skin on the surface of the muscle tissue was completely gone, the white bones protruded from the cheeks on both sides, even in the thunder of the battle, and his lips were burned, Allard's next words sounded terrible in Grak.
"thank you."
Allied giggled with a leaky mouth:
"It's awesome."
The next second, a fist as big as a warlord’s sandbag hit his face, and a pale eye with soft tissue flew up.
"Say your skipping comment!!!"
The strong Waaaagh energy accompanied by the electric arc shattered the shackles of Grak. He withdrew his broken sword, clenched the tearer with both hands, and hit the half-air Allied directly like a comet.
"pain……"
Remaining in the mind of the former guard who sacrificed everything, only the painful echo was left, and then he lost his consciousness.