Arknights: Iron-Blooded Savior

"Fire!! Fire!! Everyone finished all the etching bombs in the hammer! Grenade! Grenades on together!! All

the clamps in Sarkota's hands erupted with dazzling tongues of fire, and they didn't see that Elias had failed to cause any damage to Theseus even if he used the shotgun against his face.

It's just that at this moment, they have no other way than to clear all the etching bombs in their guardian armor.

Whoops, la-la——!!!

Nearly a hundred Sakota opened fire at the same time, and the sound of the metal storm intertwined into a web of flames and shattering, and Ditheus was in the center of this net, but without the slightest expression.

After

about half a minute, all the etching bullets in the hands of the Sakota had been fired, and they looked ahead, and the fear in their eyes could not be suppressed.

Ditheus just stood there, the warheads of countless etching bullets scattered around like shriveled candy paper, and these etching bullets that were simply fatal to others were not in the eyes of the Blood Demon Lord.

"Boring."

He only raised his hand slightly, he was not a mutant, nor did he use any so-called casting units, just raised his hand, and all the bloody aura in the air responded to the Maharajah's call.

So... Naturally.

Huh-huh-[

The Sakota suddenly found that under the feet of the blood demon nobles in front of them, some kind of terrifying existence seemed to have peeled off, and a second layer of shadow appeared on the ground, and it was spreading rapidly]

[Is that really a shadow? "

Not good!! Wilheim!! We're fast——!! Uh-huh!! A

Sarkota had just shouted when he was swallowed up by a second layer of shadow spreading beneath his feet.

Only then did they suddenly realize that it was not a second shadow at all, but extremely thick blood, which even showed a flowing solid state.

Ditheus's source stone technique is close to the most obscure level in theory, and if you take a little time and chance, perhaps this maharaja can even reach the height of the Leitanian Witch King.

Almost without resistance, the Sakota were dragged into the tide of Ditheus' blood, and even the aura above their heads was eaten away by the blood at the feet of Ditheus like a doughnut.

However, these shadows of blood stopped when they spread to a certain range, which was certainly not the limit of Theseus, he just thought that it would be too tedious to end so quickly.

He was just enjoying the killing.

Bang!!

At this moment, a golden streamer flew from afar, so fast that even the ripples of the air were delayed, and its target was exactly the center of Ditheus's eyebrows.

“——！！"

But what he didn't expect was that Ditheus's reaction power had reached a terrifying point.

Syllable!!

No one saw how Ditheus's hand moved, he just lifted it up in the blink of an eye and grabbed the streamer that was flying towards him.

"Whew, it seems that without my little helpers, there is still a little distance to block by flesh alone."

Ditheus threw away the still smoking etched heart he was holding in his hand without care, and a small scorched spot appeared in his palm due to the strong friction and the burning of light.

Boom....

The blood heirs under his feet quickly climbed up his thighs, and several blood heirs quickly came to the palm of Ditheus, and then these blood heirs continued to spit blood on Ditheus's wounds.

Goooo

After a few blood heirs shriveled, the only burn mark in Ditheus's palm disappeared.

"Long time no see, Riders."

He looked at the dozens of horsemen coming in front of him, in fact, only a few horsemen needed to sit in a Rutland caravan , and almost all the mercenaries in a hundred miles would not dare to fight the idea of this caravan brigade.

It can be seen that the strength of the horses is strong, and looking at all the existing horses in Rutland, it is only about a thousand.

And there were fifty or sixty horsemen standing in front of Ditheus, and his face did not change.

The cavalry were originally outside in a fierce confrontation with the members of the Tower of Babel, especially the fire suppression forces of pith and Stormeyes, but after receiving the news of the accident in the supply warehouse, they immediately assigned about one-third of the cavalry to help.

"The last time I saw each other I remembered was in the Vansnall district on the Lateran border."

Ditheus said to the horsemen, in an understated tone, as if it were just an ordinary greeting between nobles.

"Dare to harm the holy people of Lateran, the filthy devils, according to the law of Lateran, you are guilty of their sins."

If ordinary Sakota have a simple hatred for Sakaz, and the horsemen can be said to kill one by one for the Sakazi, all Sakaz are almost a threat in their eyes.

And at this moment, a horseman seemed to suddenly recognize Theseus, and he roared in an extremely angry tone:

"You... I recognize you!! You are Ditheus of [Angry Sakota Roar]!! The

voice of this Hammer Rider was different from that of ordinary Hammer Riders, he was very young, and from the almost brand new Gunganir he held in his hand, it should be a young young man from Sakota who had just become a Hammer Rider.

"Who are you again?"

Ditheus looked at him without the slightest emotion, the long years had allowed him to see too much anger, but all the anger had turned to sludge under his own blood.

"Huh... Who am I?!

His tone became even more angry, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"Haha, how can I expect a damn demon to remember me, then let me remind you, five years ago in a marginal floating plot in Rutland, you damn mongrel... Killed my mother with my own hands... Pulled out her heart.

"Pity my mother, I thought you were just a troubled traveler... You this... Damn demon mongrel!! I can't spare you!! Ditheus

pondered for a moment, and replied thoughtfully

, "Wow, I remembered you saying that, you know, that woman's blood is more disgusting than a rotting beast of burden in the sand,

and it is an outright inferiority."

Actually, Diseus didn't remember it at all, and he said it as just a simple joke.

"I'm going to kill you!!"

The Hammer Rider suddenly had blood in his eyes, and Gunganir, who took out his hand without hesitation, rushed out from the Clamp Rider's team, because the speed was too fast and sudden, and no Hammer Rider around him could hold him in time.

"Don't go up! Back off! The

leader of the horse shouted to the horseman who rushed forward.

"You killed my mother! I want you to pay for your life!! But

the horseman had lost his mind, and as a child, he watched his mother being sucked into a dry corpse with little screams, and anger suddenly rushed into his mind.

He forgot the law of Rutland, and at this moment there was only revenge in his brain, and the revenge of killing his mother was not shared with the heavens.

Kalaka!!

The jaw of Gunganir in his hand quickly rotated and deformed, and began to expand and extend around, not only the mouth, but also the structure of Gunganier's body was constantly changing!

This Gunganir has turned on melee shotgun mode!

"Aaaaaa!!a

The horseman roared angrily, rushing forward directly, and the Gunganir in his hand burst into red lotus-like sparks, and the projectiles inside the etched heart swept out like a hurricane.

In the face of the roar and roar of the horse, Ditheus did not even move the steps under his feet, but just stood in place, hard to catch the baptism of the so-called hurricane.

Bang bang ——!!!

Gunganir erupted countless projectiles, all of which were blocked by a scarlet wall formed by the blood heirs in front of Ditheus, no matter which angle he attacked, these blood heirs could instantly reach the direction of the attack to resist.

However, Ditheus was a little impatient.

That strong smell of smoke... It's starting to take its place again.

"Huh... Laughing to death, the big hammer in your hand is nothing more than a handheld chimney in my eyes, and some of these armors on your body are even derived from the inferior technology of the Durin people, and they are fragile. "

Boom!!

Ditheus actually stood up to the rain of bullets spraying ahead, stepped forward, and his right hand jerked forward!

"Why don't you ask your pope..."

The extremely hard armor of the Blood Demon Lord could not stop the white fingers of the Pianist of the Blood Demon Lord, and the Sakota could clearly feel that his spine had been held by him.

"Why is the corner of page fourteen of the original Lateran Law always stained red with blood?"

Then he watched as Ditheus suddenly pulled his right hand out!!

Boom——!!

As Ditheus' right arm was pulled out, an entire bloody spine was also directly grabbed and pulled out by him, and Sakota's aura that had lost his spine immediately dimmed down.

Snap.

He fell to the ground, convulsed a few times, and died on the spot.

"Oh, the backbone of an angel seems to be no different from that of a demon, it is all thirty-three verses."

Ditheus looked at the bloody spine he was holding in his hand, and even because the nerves were not yet necrotic, they were still trembling slightly, but he had no other expression, just bored.

Snap.

He casually threw this spine in front of

the horsemen and said,

"To deal with me, you better send more than a hundred horsemen, and you have to ensure logistics, and I have to stand and let you fight, and the big guns in your hands are not even children's toys in my eyes."

Although the leader of the cavalry knew that they were facing the Blood Demon Lord, he still stiffened his head and said, "

Everyone set up a defensive line!" Remember to cover every dead spot with fire!! "

Huh-huh-huh——!!

The quality of the horsemen is indeed excellent, and almost in the blink of an eye, these dozens of horsemen have set up a formation.

And Theseus stood still, watching them twist their bodies and lay out a tattered and fragile sandcastle, as if enjoying an inferior opera.

"Fellow soldiers, this is a difficult battle, may the law of Lateran protect us!"

Gunganir, in the hands of the leader of the horses, aimed at Theseus and said.

Click, click

More than fifty horsemen, more than ten turned on melee shotgun mode, more than ten turned on continuous shooting mode, and more than twenty turned on heavy artillery sniper mode.

In addition, nearly a hundred remaining ordinary Sakota soldiers also raised their hammers behind the horsemen.

This is an almost devastating lineup, and this team of horsemen is enough to make the city lord of any moving city-state run out and kneel.

"The battle is tough, but we are never afraid to fight, we are the strongest in Rutland."

"Let's blast through his chest!"