Chapter 672: Fatal Trap (Part 2)

Bruce stepped away from the entrance and faced his goal.
Beiruv approached slowly, holding his two serrated swords tightly-this was by no means his most powerful weapon, but he had a soft spot for it.
These two pragmatic weapons took more lives in his hands than he expected, far exceeding any exquisite weapon in the armory, and he did not wear a helmet.
"No one is allowed to interfere."
Beirut said to the guard crowded at the gate of the memorial hall:
"Farry, you can defeat any guy who is trying to intervene."
The warlord's lieutenant mumbled the order.
"You don't want to do anything wrong in my territory."
Belluf approached the black knight like an evil wolf staring at his prey in an arc.
"Whatever I want, Ok."
The Black Knight lightly touched his chest, and a bat-shaped helmet buckled his head from the back, facing an Oak warlord, he still knew to be careful.
"And don't make the words so disgusting, this is not your territory."
Beirug glanced at the sad body of Ogurt.
"You left too many corpses tonight. He is my best Dalian head, monster. Whether you are shrimp or not, they will all be corpses after tonight!"
"He is very aggressive."
Bruce hissed:
"Even after I hollowed out his stomach, he could still stand."
"Asshole!"
The warlord gradually approached the mean attacker, and he began to spin the two half-height weapons in his hands. .
Bruce confronted him without evading.
He was tall, and although far less than Beiruf, at least it didn't look much shorter than an Oke—the slender and thin body was like a dark silhouette.
He looked like a hungry giant, tall and skinny, with a broken black cape draped from his shoulders to the ground, as if it were the wings of a wounded flying bird, its thin arms hanging on the side, those giant iron claws Let his hands appear slender beyond ordinary sense.
After sneering for a moment, he looked up and his thin black hair emerged from the back of the helmet and dragged.
The black knight closed his eyes.
"Belf, isn't it?"
He said softly:
"Come to kill me."
"Thanks for the invitation!"
The warlords rushed forward, [Discipline] whispered, striking a blazing arc in the air, and imprinting the bright afterimage in the eyes of every watching soldier.
The blade was slashing towards Bruce's head, and he was motionless.
Then he was smoky.
The claw of the right hand around the arc flashed out, deflecting the bite of the chainsaw sword, and the claw of the left hand met another [hunger] and blocked it.
Beirut, driven continuously by his anger, seemed to cut off something.
But only a shadow, just a broken cloak.
The claws counterattacked him. He raised his right hand, and the razor-like blade left a nick in the armor and tore the edge of the arm guard.
The warlord slashed again.
Nothing at all.
Shadows, only shadows!
The black knight was twirling like a dancer, and the claws of his hands slashed to Beiruf from the side.
The warlords also evaded, dodge, twisted their bodies, and blocked the opponent's next attack.
He leaned back and waved his two roaring weapons, intending to split the opponent from head to toe.
But Bruce was no longer there.
He flashed to the left, blocking the blade and serration, and then he patted Beiruf's face with one hand.
Blood burst out.
"Well--"
A claw hole pierced the side of the warlord's neck, and Belluff shook back, shaking one hand tightly over the wound.
Some of his men came forward alertly.
"Do not!"
The warlord stopped those subordinates. When the black knight wound up again and slammed Beiruf's breastplate with his claws, he suddenly grasped the disciplinary backhand and simultaneously stabbed twice with [oppression] while blocking. Strike of a viper.
So, his second knife tasted the blood.
"Asshole!"
The black knight who nearly split his shoulders hissed. He waved his claws and drove Beiruf back, leaving four long nicks on his breastplate.
A lot of blood spilled out, because of the Waaaagh energy position surrounding the warlord, he found that he could no longer move so erratically.
Beiruf immediately returned to his state, slashing towards the opponent's plate with a blade, while swinging his backhand upward.
The black knight almost fell over after being hit, but when he stood up again, the helmet was almost broken and there was a deep bone wound on his right face.
"Now we officially start."
He hissed, accumulating the strength of the whole body, but the distant neurons had gathered together. They were not so obedient. Waves of spiritual shock were hitting the soul of the Black Knight violently, as if to smash his brain. broken.
Bruce's eyes were blurry and his ears roared.
"Now we are going to end!"
Beirut shouted sharply and raised his sword to his prey.
The black knight started the action again, blending into the darkness, and the blade only cut the smoke and shadow.
The warlord twisted his body and pursued it with a knife, two knives, three knives, but each time was blocked by the quick and fierce claws ~EbookFREE.me~ Wait a minute. "
Suddenly, Dika, who was watching the show outside, jumped up, and he looked at Posco beside him.
"Did you feel it?"
"What?"
The other party was still immersed in this fierce battle of fighting, and seemed to have no sense of consciousness.
"How do you feel?"
"This is wrong! He can run, I didn't trap him! There is something below!"
That is the truth, that is the truth of the black knight.
Dika's efforts did not delay Bruce, they did not trap him here, leaving him nowhere to escape.
From the beginning he turned this into a trap, a trap used to kill warlords.
"Go away, sir!"
Dika jumped up and shouted, waving his hands.
"Leave immediately! He was buried in the memorial hall! Leave!"
Beirut had just cut off the arm that the opponent used to block. The voice attracted his attention, and he looked at the nervous boy who jumped to the outside.
"What did he do?"
"Go away, sir!"
The neuroboy continued to shout.
The black knight bathed in his blood staggered back with his broken arm, and once again revealed black teeth in the grinning, it was a triumphant grinning.
"A warlord is a perfect prey, but I am not a perfect hunter."
His figure quickly became blurred.
"I know that Grim Reaper is lonely, and it has always liked meeting new people...Beruf, let me introduce you."
The Black Knight patted his chest with his hand before disappearing.
Boom~~~~~~~~~!
The next second, nearly a ton of powerful explosives already buried under the ground were simultaneously detonated, and the memorial hall ceased to exist in a blaze of fiery flames and skyrocketing explosions.