Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 657 81

Satre spent his whole life in battle. Google search reading

Fighting with wild beasts, fighting with Slavs, fighting with his own people, one battle after another, with almost no breathing space.

Even after death, he entered the underworld and continued to fight with the undead in the East under the command of the death god Hela.

13 years later, he is still alive.

After being successfully resurrected by Loki and returning to the human world, Satre knew that he still could not escape the fate of being killed.

Therefore, when all the incredible things happened today in the eyes of Roman citizens, Satre's eyes were calm, and there was not even much emotional fluctuation in his heart.

In his opinion, no matter what kind of creatures these black bat-like monsters in front of him are, if they want to get away today, they will all be killed.

He can't let these guys escape from him easily.

"Old man, it's not easy for you to survive the attack of falling rocks. Stand up and leave immediately!"

"The injured dragon is an extremely terrifying creature. Once we start fighting, I can't guarantee your safety."

Sater had never seen Old Hash before, and naturally didn't know about his adventure with Loki in the uninhabited desert of the northern continent.

At this time, he only had eyes for these opponents who were all black.

Sater calmly carried the flaming axe, and the red hot flames radiated from his body. This was the soul fire that could only bloom when the "Flame Berserker Pather" reached the perfect sequence.

Wang Ergulei nodded to a subordinate beside him, and the black dragon shepherd spread his black wings. Just when he was about to fly high, the flaming axe in Sater's hand had already smashed on his head.

The heavy broad-bladed axe whistled and smashed the dragon shepherd's nose, and slammed it to the ground before he was about to take off.

This was not a fatal blow.

The real killer move was still to come.

The dragon herder was hit hard and lost his balance. Before he landed, the space behind him twisted strangely.

A sharp claw suddenly stretched out from the transparent air, grabbed his neck fiercely and controlled his falling body. A huge wolf head appeared out of thin air in the void.

Two rows of sharp teeth "cracked" and bit his right arm crisply, tearing off half of his body.

The one who made the move was "Greedy Wolf Path" Sequence 0, "Wolf Lord" Guraul.

The dire wolves in the cold coniferous forest of Murmansk have always been cunning creatures, and Guraul, a Greedy Wolf Path, naturally knows this well.

During the days of struggling to survive in the underworld, the people who simply relied on frontal confrontation with Odin were no match for the group of undead swordsmen.

The pressure of survival forced them to develop more skilled cooperation.

In this regard, Guraul and Sat were the best among all the Viking pirates.

"The Destroyer" Wang Ergulei obviously did not expect to encounter an opponent of this level today.

He slowly raised his right hand, and just as he was about to draw the broadsword on his back, he suddenly saw a ray of light in front of him that disappeared in the sun.

Qin Xian has subordinates

The most difficult enemy has followed from the inside of the Colosseum!

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Like all the peripheral members of the Guang Zao Club, Wang Ergu Lei never asked the master any questions.

Any work handed to him, he would lead his subordinates to complete it diligently.

Therefore, when the "Lord of Disaster" Betuger ordered him to enter the Colosseum to eliminate several humans, he agreed without hesitation.

He has completed similar work hundreds of times.

However, the opponent he met today was obviously different from the past.

The hard bones were not these two Vikings, the Slavic Chosen Ones.

Even though they were Sequence 0, their bodies could already emit soul fire.

Wang Ergu Lei did not feel too much pressure.

The real pressure came from the inconspicuous Donglu man.

The spiritual energy fluctuations he emitted were not strong, and he would not fly with a sword like those sword cultivators.

After the battle began, when the two blond men attracted everyone's attention with their rough fighting style. This low-key East Land man blended into the air with a silent smile.

Almost no one in the arena cared about this matter until a dragon herder who swooped down from the sky was cut into two silky pieces out of thin air.

Wang Ergulei narrowed his eyes and carefully observed the bloody filaments in the air.

It was a transparent thin line as thin as hair. I don't know when it was hung above the Colosseum. The dragon herder with wings on his back rushed to the sky and swooped down from the air to attack.

The thin lines were arranged in a range of about 3 meters above the ground, just avoiding humans who are good at ground combat.

Perfectly defending the sky above the head.

Wang Ergulei immediately called his subordinates to stop the casualties. He knew he had encountered a new type of enemy.

His attack method was different from any sect in East Land, but it could perfectly restrain all opponents flying in the air.

All the fighting skills of the dragon come from flying in the sky. A dragon that cannot fly is like a human that cannot walk, and can only exert 20% of its power.

Wang Ergulei received the order to kill everyone in the opposing team.

This does not include pleasing the audience or pleasing the Yellow Emperor in the center of the stands.

"Forget it, no more fun, light the fire!"

Raising his right hand to the sky, billowing green smoke immediately emerged from the ground behind Wang Ergulei. The Roman citizens on the stands were still cheering in secret without knowing why.

Until a large amount of gunpowder buried underground exploded together, and the blast of air blasted apart the walls of the Colosseum, directly throwing a corner of the building into the sky.

The violent airflow blew away the thin string hanging in the air, and Wang Ergulei immediately escaped from the arena.

However, I didn’t expect to just take out a few blocks.

The ubiquitous sharp thin lines appeared in front of him again.