Chapter 675: Shaking Shadow (Part 2)

"you--"
Carmel's eyes widened, she lost almost all her strength, she was knocked down by grief, and she knelt on the ground.
"Do not……"
"Bruce killed him."
Ravana whispered:
"A great prey, the Black Knight can always do the best, but I will also gain something... I have heard of you, Carmel, the daughter of the sky, which is called that in every way The favorite of the dirty green-skinned warlord..."
Ravana sighed.
"But I'm curious, how can that kind of asexual monster satisfy your strong breeding desire?"
Carmel stood up and straightened his body, staring at the monster's eyes.
"Go to hell, brute."
She said resentfully.
Ravana made a weird laugh and raised his claws.
"Waaaaaaaaagh!!!"
Something rushed into the room, it had unparalleled speed and power.
Carmel could feel a blast of air, a shock wave, and she stumbled back in shock.
The killer in front of her suddenly disappeared.
Ravana was pushed towards the broken window by a primitive force.
The primordial power that roared in rage was covered with blood all over. He repulsed the shadow blade and smashed his thin chest with a chainsaw blade.
Beirut appeared in Camille's stunned eyes.
He was entangled with Ravana, fell out of the window, and fell into the deep darkness outside.
The two bodies struggling together fell like a meteorite in the night sky.
The roof of the lower building of the noble hall greeted them quickly, and then their common impact smashed the tiles, causing the roof decorations to fall.
Lying beside them was the twisted body of a special combat kid who fell on a drain not long ago.
Their location is still very high. It is a high ground, with a wall standing behind it, and there is a more considerable vertical distance between the old city and the city spreading below.
To the west of them, the night wind wrapped in smoke from the burning castle.
The violent impact hardly interrupted their wrestling.
Beirut immediately stood up on the broken tile, wielded the chainsaw blade [Retribution], and Ravana screamed in pain and resentment, protruding his claws towards his opponent.
"You are alive! You are alive!"
Members of the Shadow Blade screamed:
"The Black Knight missed it!"
Beirut replied with a meaningless howl. He waved his weapon head-on, but was blocked by the opponent's claws.
Mars splashed in the night wind.
"Then let me end you!"
Ravana shouted:
"The fall of an Ouk warlord will make this moment more perfect! Especially your life, your cursed life will surely be the greatest loot!"
Beiruf couldn’t understand the words of the other party’s shouting. He just wanted to kill the gang of bugs. They made their victory less glorious and less worthy of boasting. When other warlords knew what happened tonight, he would There is nothing to brag about.
Especially Grak, he must laugh at himself fiercely.
Only this makes the blood of the blood axe warlord almost boil, and even his brain plasma almost boils.
He urgently needed blood to cool himself and the blood of his enemies.
"Waaaaaaaaaaagh!!!"
The claws of Ravana's left hand plowed on Beiruf, scraping a wire of wire on his armor, and the warlord hit the blade with a light and quick attack on Ravana's left shoulder, and then used Another weapon waved toward the opponent's head.
Ravana dodged his head, but the back of the knife, rather than the blade and serrations, hit his cheek, causing him to stagger back.
He tried to recover and turned to face his hands, but the broken tiles under his feet made him slip a step, making it difficult for him to maintain his balance in an instant.
Beiruv immediately seized the moment and slammed a ferocious hand into Ravana's unstable body.
The unknown metal armor suddenly shattered, and Ravana shouted and flew out of the inclined eaves.
He rolled over and fell on another roof ten meters below. The gray slate cracked like ice flakes under him, and the debris and debris flew out.
Beirut leaped down with open arms and landed steadily.
This bedbug wants to escape.
On the slate below, Ravanaz moved. He felt his internal organs twitching, the effects of various medicines began to subside, and the side effects followed, leaving him little time.
A roaring sound made him raise his head and saw Beirut fall straight, so he hurriedly turned over to avoid being suppressed by the body in heavy armor.
When the warlord landed, he smashed more stone slabs, causing large pieces of debris to splash like shrapnel.
Beiruf immediately stood firm and immediately waved his weapon, hitting the prone Lavana with a double knife.
The shadow blade twisted its body with its hands and feet, and [punishment] knocked out a big hole in the roof, and it also stuck for a moment.
Ravana laughed wildly and immediately counterattacked.
He hugged Beiruf with his left arm, and their faces were pressed against each other almost softly, while the palm of his right hand was pointing upwards and thrusting violently.
Four claws stabbed the side of the warlord ~EbookFREE.me~ penetrated the layers of armor and went straight into his body.
Blood spewed out, and Beiruf's head fell back, tightening his body in severe pain, closing his fiery eyes.
Ravana hugged him tightly, pulled out his claws, and stabbed in succession.
"Damn—"
Beirut pulled back suddenly, his side, his left leg and the slate under his feet were covered with blood.
He shook a few steps, then lay down on the roof in a roar of armor impact and broken stone slabs, twitching violently and then motionless.
Ravana spit out a stain of blood, but not red, but a strange deep purple, and the night wind was blowing his dirty hair.
"do you understand?"
He came to Beiruf and looked down at him.
"I'm more terrible than the black knight!"
But the warlord suddenly opened his eyes.
"is it!"
As if he hadn't been injured at all, the warlord lifted his legs and looked at Ravana's chest as a foot, directly kicking his breastplate down.
The shadow blade flew out like a rag blown by the wind, and as soon as it fell to the ground, the two chain saw knives nailed his body from the abdomen and chest at the same time, but the saw teeth were not activated.
"A little trap, you're in control."
Seeing the convulsing and twisting bugs on the ground, Beiruf wiped the blood from his body. It was at this time that the large troops finally arrived, and hundreds of thousands of boys surrounded the entire roof.
"I know you won't die so easily."
The warlord leaned over and stared at the thin, long and narrow face.
"Clog the hole in him! Then hang it! Hang to the highest place! Let me watch!"
After he gave the order, the boys swarmed up and dragged Ravana off the ground. At this time, he had lost consciousness, and only his lips were still shaking slightly...