Rebirth of the Viking King

Chapter 661 85

Wang Ergulei stretched out his only right hand and grabbed Shang Junzi's neck

After a long battle, Wang Ergulei no longer looked like a god descending from the sky. Shang Junzi followed all the way from the Colosseum and arranged thousands of silk threads in this narrow ruins in the shortest time, forming an airtight death zone.

In order to crack this death formation, he sacrificed most of his subordinates and his left arm.

At the same time, Sartre and Gulauer were not idle either.

The two were originally powerful sequence perfectionists. After death, they entered the underworld and accumulated sufficient combat experience in the bloody fights with the sword cultivators of Donglu day after day. Since the first day they picked up weapons to fight in their childhood, the two have been besieged by powerful enemies countless times.

Every time they can fight out of the siege with their blood and courage.

However, today is destined to be a difficult battle. Because in the center of the battlefield, there is also a complete burden like Red Blood Pigeon.

It is true that young Red has made a name for himself in the underground world of Constantinople. The boiling blood in his body allows him to master the fighting instincts of the ancestors without training, but the unchangeable fact is that he is only 15 years old.

He is not the chosen one of any gods.

"Young man, stand behind me."

"I promised your mother that I would bring you back alive today. I have never broken my promise to my friends in my life!"

At this time, Sartre was already blood red, and his thick arms were covered with fine wounds. Guraul, who turned into a giant wolf, hid behind him. Most of the sharp teeth on the wolf's head had been broken, and his whole body was also covered with scars.

"Dragon Herders" are a group that cultivates dragon kings.

This group of outer gods with a layer of black scales on their surface live together with dragons, giants, and ancestors on this planet. After coming from the outside world, they quickly developed a method to tame dragons, and even successfully hatched a new species called "Dragon King" for the dragon clan.

The human civilization at this time was able to master the technology of riding a giant dragon, which was inseparable from the efforts made by the dragon herders ten thousand years ago.

Therefore, in the battle with the giants and ancestors, Wang Ergulei rode a giant dragon with a wingspan of 100 meters and flew through the sky. Wherever the dragon flame passed, bricks, stones, and plants turned into ashes.

The dragon herders have a thick layer of scales on their bodies, and at the same time, their bodies are particularly flexible.

Even though Sartre and Gulauer faced the miscellaneous soldiers under Wang Ergulei, they still paid a painful price during the battle.

After slashing the flaming axe into the chest of the last miscellaneous soldier, Sartre only felt a black flash in front of his eyes, and the flame spirit energy rushing out of his body was almost exhausted.

Gulauer standing behind him was also blood red and shaky.

At this moment, a crisp sound of "crack" came from the front.

On the other side of the battlefield, Wang Ergulei crushed the neck of Shang Junzi in his hand at the same time.

Squeezing out the last bit of strength in his bones, Sartre clenched the axe with both hands and stood up from the ground.

They were able to kill 8 dragon herders with only 2 people. They had to admit that they were very lucky. The silk flying blades all over Wangergulei chopped up all the dragons that fell from the sky. Even if the dragon herders grew hard scales all over their bodies, they would still be scraped by the transparent thin wires if they moved a little.

Shang Junzi was really at ease in the movement. He could even use flexible leaps in the air, step on the suspended thin wires with both feet and launch an offensive from the air to attack Wangergulei's blind spot.

Faced with this unheard-of attack method, Wangergulei quickly fell into a passive position after the opening.

However, he is a powerful outer god who has survived for more than 10,000 years after all.

Being able to enter the eyes of Betugu, the "Lord of Disaster", and serving him for a long time, Wangergulei's combat training can no longer be simply described as excellent.

Calming down from the initial surprise, Wangergulei used the most clumsy way to deal with Shang Junzi's surprise attack.

He ordered all the houses around to be demolished.

The soft silk blades must be stretched to be as sharp as a knife, which cannot be achieved by simply suspending them in the air.

Therefore, these transparent threads must be hung on the surrounding buildings.

As long as all the buildings in the battle area are destroyed, the silk blades will naturally have nowhere to hang. At that time, Shang Junzi will be like a spider without a web, almost losing all his offensive capabilities.

The process of destroying the surrounding buildings was not smooth, because two Viking pirates, Sat and Gulauer, followed. Wang Ergu Lei paid all his dragons and dragon herders, and finally cracked the silk blades arranged by Shang Junzi.

He raised his head and roared to the sky, shaking the flexible assassin down from mid-air, and he stretched out his hand to crush his neck.

Sat looked at the 3-meter-tall black giant with cold eyes. The bright red blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"Brother, this rough and hard old guy is really hard to deal with. Why don't we retreat with the little guy today!"

"Contact Boss Loki later and bring more people to deal with him!"

Behind Sartre, Guraul is also on the verge of death. The massive consumption of spiritual energy has made it impossible for him to maintain the power of the "Wolf Lord" who can hide in the air. The rough white hair on his body is also receding rapidly, revealing the original human skin.

"No"

"Retreat may be more dangerous."

As early as when Shang Junzi used the strange transparent thin thread to trap him, Sartre had already made plans to retreat. After surviving one war after another for so long, he is no longer the reckless man who only knew how to charge forward when he was young.

Only by living can you complete the unfinished tasks.

In many cases, preserving life can create more value for the tribe.

However, Sartre was an Orion after all, and the idea of ​​​​retreating had just appeared. He calmly observed the situation around him and immediately regained his composure.

"After fighting for so long, all the surrounding buildings were reduced to rubble, and all living people were massacred.

It didn't feel right that there wasn't a single peace officer present in this situation.

You must know that at this moment, Constantinople, the largest commercial center in the Western Continent, is at your feet, especially at the gateway to the King's birthday celebration. Riots of this magnitude broke out in the city, but a large group of magistrates turned a blind eye.

They must have been lying in ambush nearby, waiting for the two of them to fall into a trap.

Sartre spat out a mouthful of blood and said hoarsely: "We can't retreat."

“Whoever retreats first loses.

If we want to leave alive, we must kill this black-skinned weirdo with horns. "

The sun was slowly sinking in the sky, and a vast twilight enveloped the three of them. As the light gradually weakened, the three blood-red figures began to become hazy.

Wang Ergulei, who successfully killed Shang Junzi, also suffered heavy injuries, but still retained the ability to move at this time.

With a low chuckle, he approached the two people who were crumbling step by step. Sartre raised the ax with difficulty, and Gulaul lifted a broad sword from the ruins.

The two prepared to make a final stand.

However, at this moment, a blood-red figure emerged from the shadows. He was also seriously injured, but the vitality displayed by this man far exceeded that of several chosen ones who fought until their fuel was exhausted.

While running rapidly, he broke free from the shackles that bound his body. Thick white steam surged out of his mouth and skin.

The nearly out-of-control young man had no weapons in his hands. When he was about to approach Wang Ergulei, he casually picked up an iron fork from the ground and raised it in the air.

The sharp spikes penetrated Wang Ergulei's shocked eyes.