Chapter 638: Wang vs Wang (middle)

Just as the terrible firepower was dumped on the loyalists, the rebellious army that was originally retreating turned back and used their weapons to target the enemy fighters who were still among them.
Because of the sudden chaos of the Blackfire Legion, even with the Gough and the Blood Axe Legion stopped, suddenly Guk and his guard became an lone army, deeply trapped in the complex fortification network of the rebels.
"Kuck Guck!!"
Tens of thousands of rebels rushed to battle-hardened guards. Although the soldiers continued to fight bravely, their numbers were at an absolute disadvantage.
Guk turned to face Gulsuth, but the hypocrite did not see any despair in his expression. His eyes were like a cloud of thunderclouds, and his anger was growing in a visible form on his body.
Watching a great victory vanish in an instant, the feeling must be the most extreme.
Gulsuth almost hoped to change positions with the other party, just to taste his feelings, but Guk calmed down as if he saw nothing, which made him regret.
"Your dog legs are no longer good, and now all you are waiting for is desolate failure and death, Guk."
Guk moved his eyes away from the army of attacked loyalists. He exposed his fangs with a volcanic rage.
"This is your trick?"
The King of Oak said:
"You are too disappointed. All you can never be the boss, and now will not, never, let me teach you, what is the real thing to do on this occasion!"
After Guk finished speaking, he waved his powerful warhammer and rushed towards Gulsuth.
The weapons of the two bosses, cast in the same blood, but waving for revenge, collide in a burst of bursting energy, and the battlefield within a few hundred meters is illuminated by their violent energy.
Weapons full of powerful forces collide at a distance, releasing enough power to break the army and move the mountains, as if being forced to resolve disputes with each other in the realm of mortals.
Gulsut used his burning tomahawk to make a slash, but every blow he made was easily defeated by the long-handled hammer.
Guk danced the Warhammer into a circle of arcs. Its heavy hammerhead was enough to smash the tank’s armor, and as long as it rubbed a little, it could knock down the strongest kid.
The two soldiers fought with the same intense hatred, and the fierce confrontation caused their armor to continually dent, break, and burn.
It is a privilege to fight a powerful opponent. Guck tastes every impact of the warhammer and the axe, and every time he burns his armor with a burning blade and a heavy hammer passing the armor.
They were surrounded by painful screams and barbaric cheers. Guk’s guards did not forget to cheer for their lords during the fight, but the dominant number of rebels were too poor to cope with the surges of the guards.
Ooooooooooooooo~~~~~~
A long trumpet came from afar, and the Double Snake Legion under the command of Mog Drogan suddenly changed. Weapons smashed and oppressed their formation.
At the same time, the loyal boy in the Black Fire Legion, under the guidance of the Hawks, tried to withdraw from the battlefield, which reduced further confusion.
Gulsut’s plan failed to reverse the situation. Without greater improvement, failure still awaited the mutiny boys.
"Guk, you have this skill!?"
Gulsut slashed the opponent's shoulder armor and spun into his defense, preparing to strike a fatal blow at the opponent's lower abdomen.
"It's just as easy to breathe as you breathe!"
Guk came forward, striking the burning axe blade aside with the hammer of the warhammer, and then smashed the hammer head towards Gulsuth's head.
The rebellious hypocrite took the blow, and blood ran down from the terrible wound near the temple. He fell to the ground on one knee and still waved the blade outward.
The sharp blade pointed across Guck's abdomen, cutting open the armor and tearing his flesh.
The indescribable pain struck, and Guck stepped back, as he tried to use his hands to stop the blood pouring from his body, the hammer also fell on the ground.
The two bosses knelt down and stared at each other in the dizziness of pain and blood loss.
Guk once again felt a sorrow pain in his body, the pain of the wound, and the scene of blood flowing into the river, pulling his consciousness into a window.
It felt like a gust of wind from the crying abyss, wrapped in his consciousness with a suffocating hug, the fog filled his thinking, before he had not noticed this existence at all.
Gursuth's weapon really has Guge, and he should have noticed it.
"Diago..."
Guk murmured:
"You are ghost."
"You have long lost your right to be the king of Oak!! I should be my future!!!"
Seeing the other party acting so weak for the first time, Gulsut snarled, struggling to get up, and staggering towards Guk, the black flame of the axe Gao Qing, slashing.
"Just your idiot!!"
Guk yelled, struggling to support his knees, and when the sharp blade of the flame made a burning trail towards his neck, he protruded his mechanical claw.
The silver light flashed, and the huge claw blade blocked the cut weapon, but Gulsuth was reluctant to give up. The battle axe bit the mechanical claw, and hissed and crackled. The burning metal approached Guk's face, centimeter by centimeter.
"Do not!"
At the critical moment of life and death, Guk tried to squeeze every trace of power in his body, his forehead green muscles burst, and his eyes were red as blood.
"I! Only! Yes! Ou! Ke! Zhi! Wang!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Suddenly, his mechanical claws began to flash a supernatural light, bathing Gursut's face in a weird green glare.
Energy gushed out from the blood veins, and an arc of anxious smell was tumbling around them, obscuring sound and sight.
Guk felt a powerful presence forming around him, its strength and inexplicable oppression. More terrifying and respectful than anything he can imagine~EbookFREE.me~The godlike power flows in his limbs, he counters the power of Gulsuth and feels this rebellion surprised him Resistance.
With a beast-like roar, he got up suddenly, pushed the opponent back, turned the mechanical claw and cut it out.
The silver razor blade bit deeply into Gulsuth's breastplate, as easy as nails passing through cold grease, its luminous energy cut through the golden armor, the hypocrite yelled, kneeled again Ground.
Blood spurted from the wound, he gasped under severe pain, and the black tomahawk slipped from Gulsuth's hand.
Guk was surrounded by a green fire, and the crackling arc caressed him lovingly as a lover, found the open wound and licked it with flames, as if looking for the entrance to his body.
The King of Occi was high in front of the defeated pseudo-king, his chest twitching convulsively, and the fierce force trembling his body while dispelling the evil poison in his body.
"Why... engage in hair..."
Gursut knelt on the ground, muttered, gasped, his shoulders trembling, still seemingly unwilling to believe his failure.
"Why...abandon me."
"because--"
Guk's warhammer seemed to have life, and he moved himself, but it was not necessary to push the waves, because he had cut it according to his own will.
The Warhammer split the air and smashed it towards Gulsuth. Guk felt the joy of the ancient victory. Now he understood that it had been lurking in his body.
With a deep howling that echoed beyond the realm of mortal cognition, its heavy hammerhead smashed the skin, muscles and bones.
"You are too weak."