Chapter 1044 (1/2)
”I always think that human beings... Know how to learn from mistakes.”
A hoarse voice echoed on the dead battlefield in the east position of blood skeleton valley.
The soldiers of the regiment clenched their shields and halberds one by one, staring at the figure talking to themselves; If you look carefully, you can see unspeakable fear in their eyes.
Because their teeth are trembling, their facial muscles are twitching, and their skin is too tight because of tension, so... They can't say it.
Purplish red skin, ferocious as a bat's head, sharp claws of limbs, bat wings folded behind, and the extremely thin body - yes, anyone who has seen it can say what it is without hesitation.
vampire.
”For example, I, Descartes, the loyal servant of Lord Diabo, the 'terminator'; all the enemies I have met in my long life have convinced me of your wisdom.”
”I respect them and admire their wisdom, so I killed them... Ate them.”
In just less than a minute, the monster used the sickle that would spray plasma in his hand to harvest a whole hundred soldiers; The armor forged with steel and the strong shield are a bit more fragile than white paper in front of it.
Just being killed is not enough to frighten veterans; What is really terrible is that the robes killed by it are like rotten oranges drained of juice, and there are only fragments of armor and ”air dried” bones everywhere.
It is no longer the level of ”war death”, but being brutalized, ravaged and trampled... It seems that it is not fighting with the equivalent enemy, but being slaughtered wantonly as livestock or poultry by the other party.
So the frightened soldiers tried to kill it in various ways, or beat it back - crossbow, arrow rain, shotgun, igniter, alchemy bomb... Except that the last one seemed to leave some blackened marks on it, the rest
I didn't even hurt a hair!
”But now, I'm a little... Confused.”
The face of the apostle in the end shadow (if that can also be counted as a face) showed a confused look. With its scratching, the soldiers behind the front trembled and retreated half a step collectively.
”What makes you think you can beat me, beat me, or... Stop me?”
”What makes you see this possibility?”
Scratching his head, the confused end shadow apostle Descartes lowered his head, and his scarlet eyes looked at the knight who had been trampled on by himself.
”Can you tell me, Lord leilinz?”
The knight's body twitched violently, with a trace of panic in his expression; Somehow, the divine power that originally belonged to the oath knight to recover from injury was suppressed by some force.
The knight of the solemn oath was trampled by a monster who manipulated the power of evil. It's really
Shame!
So Knight leilinz turned his eyes around in panic, extended his hand to a long sword not far from him, and then
Pooh!
The falling sickle cut off his arm.
”Ah, ah --!!!”
Knight leilinz screamed, his eyes widened and stared at his severed arm. The pain made him instinctively begin to pray:
”My Lord, allow me a proverb to wash my sins!!!!!”
There was another scream. The falling sickle was close to the wound, like ”slicing meat” with bones, and cut off a thin layer of ”arm”.
”Answer my question, Knight of the oath.”
The voice of the apostle of the last shadow suddenly lowered and became very gloomy: ”what gives you hope and makes you feel that you can beat me?”
”Tell me, I'll put it out for you.” its voice is very sincere.
In the scream, the oath Knight's Breastplate was completely torn open, together with flesh and ribs, and the cold wind blew directly into his ”chest”.
”Stop --!”
Glenville, the Earl of stormcastle, stood up, though pale and trembling; But he raised his sword and pointed it at the last shadow apostle: ”I order you to stop in the name of the Lord of grace!”
”Otherwise, I promise you, the thirteen leaders of Byrne will do their best to erase you and the master behind you from the world!”
Echoing words, the apostles of the last shadow were unmoved.
The count of Glenville did not move, and his hand clutching his sword was full of cold sweat.
He knew he was dying, but he had to... Otherwise, the morale of the thousands of soldiers behind him would completely collapse before the other party killed the oath Knight!
”Threaten me?”
The apostle of the last shadow did not lift his head and looked at the knight leilinz who was trampled under his feet meaningfully: ”do you hear, the running dog of the Holy Cross, your comrades in arms threaten me for your life and death.”
”I command you, stop!”
Count Glenville's cheek was a little tight,
Knight lailinz struggled: ”please illuminate the darkness in your heart with the glory of the Holy Cross; replace violence with forgiveness, and shame with blessing...”
Pooh!
The scythe fell into the chest of the oath knight.
Glenwell was not even surprised because the sickle pulled from the knight's chest had waved to himself.
He was stiff all over and only had time to see a touch of blood.
…………………………………………
This human... Seems to be a little different from just now.
With the battle axe to block the attacking blade, the mood of the tyrannical apostle quigo changed slightly.
He knew almost nothing about the ”way of Samurai”. The ”eagle king” who was jointly selected as an apostle by the four evil gods did not disclose any information, let alone mention that human beings can master this power in addition to elves.
But for quigo... The tyrannical apostles, it makes no difference.
It's just a clumsy manipulation of the power of the void by the existence of the material world. In any case, it can't defeat the power given by the ”tyrant” gowaite;
As for the evil god behind each other... The guy who doesn't even dare to say his name is at most a Mao God.
There is also a gap between evil gods!
”Dang --!”
The Tomahawk and the dagger met again. The retreated grey pupil escaped the transverse axe by a record of the iron plate bridge; Stand up with a twist of the waist, and the spiral waving left sword rises, a posture of cutting off quigo's arms.
Of course, that's impossible
Poof!
The flying blood left a very obvious trace on the left and right arms of the tyrannical apostle.
Quigo's expression changed suddenly, raised the long handled battle axe in his hand behind him, and suddenly waved a sweep in front of him.
”Bang --!”
Not only the snowflakes, but also the rocks frozen by the frost cracked and the rubble flew.
Lucian, who slipped and dodged, had stood ten steps away from him, but the tyrannical apostle still stood still, staring at his cut wound in amazement.