Shaman from Afar

"I always think that human beings ... know how to learn from mistakes."

A hoarse voice echoed on the eastern battlefield of Blood Skeleton Valley, on a dead battlefield.

The legionnaires were tensely holding the shields and war halberds in their hands, staring at the figure who was talking to himself; if they observed carefully, they could still see the unspeakable fear in their eyes.

Because their teeth are shuddering, their facial muscles are twitching, and their skin is too tight because of tension ... so unspeakable.

Fuchsia skin, a grim bat head, claws in the limbs, the bat wings folded behind, and the very thin body-yes, anyone who has ever seen it can say without hesitation Out what it is.

vampire.

"For example, I am the loyal servant of Lord Diaper, Descartes. The enemies I met in my long life in the past have convinced me of your wisdom."

"I respect them and admire their wisdom, so I killed them ... and ate them."

In just less than a minute, the monster had harvested a whole group of 100 soldiers with a scythe in his hand that was sprayed with plasma; steel forged armor and a strong shield were more fragile than white paper in front of it a bit.

If it is just killed, it is not enough to fear the veterans; the real scary thing is that the robes killed by it one by one ... are like rotten oranges that have been squeezed out of the juice, leaving only armor everywhere. Debris and "air-dried" bones.

That is not the level of "death to war", but is cruel, ravaged, trampled ... It seems that it is not fighting against the equivalent enemy, but is slaughtered by the other party as livestock or poultry.

So the fearful defenders tried various ways to kill it, or to repel it-ballista, arrow rain, throwing gun, pyrotechnics, alchemy bombs ... except for the last one that seemed to leave some blackening on it Outside the mark, the rest ...

Didn't even hurt one!

"But now, I'm a little ... I don't understand."

The face of the ender apostle (if it can be counted as a face) showed a confused look, and as it scratched his head, the defending soldiers behind the front shuddered and took a half step back collectively.

"What is it that makes you think you can beat me, beat me or ... stop me?"

"What made you see this possibility?"

Scratching his head, the confused end apostle Descartes lowered his head, and his scarlet eyes looked at the "Guardian Shield" oath knight who had stepped on his feet.

"Can you tell me, Lord Lelinz?"

The body of the oath knight who was "named" twitched violently, with a trace of terror in his expression; somehow, the magic power that originally belonged to the oath knight was able to recover from the injury was suppressed by some force.

It was a vowed knight, but was stepped on the foot by a monster that manipulated evil forces. It was really ...

Extreme shame!

So the Knight of Lyrinz panicked his eyes around, stretched his hands toward a long sword not far from himself, and ...

Poof!

The fallen sickle cut off his arm.

"Ahhhh-!!!!!!"

The Knight of Lirinz screamed heartbreakingly, his wide-eyed eyes staring at his severed arm, and the pain caused him to instinctively begin to pray:

"My lord, please allow me to proverb and make me wash my sins ah !!!!!!"

There was another scream, and the sickle fell against the wound, and like a "cutting piece" with bones, a thin layer of "arm" was cut off.

"Answer my question, vow the knight."

The voice of the apostle suddenly lowered and became very gloomy: "What is it that gives you hope and makes you think you can win me?"

"Tell me, I'll smother it for you." Its voice was extremely sincere.

In the heartbreaking screams, the oath of the knight's breastplate was completely torn apart, and with the skin and ribs, the cold wind directly blown into his "chest".

"stop--!"

Glenwell, the Earl of Stormburgh, stood up, though pale and trembling; but he raised his sword and pointed at the Apostle: "I'll order you to stop in the name of Lord Byrne!"

"Otherwise, I assure you that the Thirteen Lords of Bain will do everything in their power to wipe you and the master behind you from this world!"

In the reverberating words, the apostle was unmoved.

The Earl of Glenwell was motionless, his hands clenched with swords full of cold sweat.

He knew that he was doing this almost to death, but he had to do this ... otherwise, the morale of the thousands of soldiers behind him would completely collapse without waiting for the other party to kill the vowed knight!

"threaten me?"

The ender apostle did not raise his head, and looked meaningfully at the knight of Lelinz who was stepped on his feet: "Hear no, Holy Cross's running dog, your comrade threatens me for your life and death."

"I order you, stop!"

Earl Glenwell's cheeks were tight,

The knight of Lelinz struggled: "Please use the light of the Holy Cross to illuminate the darkness in your heart; replace forgiveness with forgiveness, and shame for blessing ..."

Poof!

The sickle fell into the chest of the vows knight.

Grenville wasn't even surprised, because the sickle pulled out of the knight's chest in Lelinz had already waved at himself.

He was stiff all over, only to see a touch of blood.

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This human ... seems to be a little different from the previous one.

Using the battle axe to block the attacking blade, the mood of the tyrannical apostle Quegor changed slightly.

He knew almost nothing about the "Warrior's Way". The "Eagle King" who was chosen as an apostle by the four evil gods also did not reveal a little bit of information, and did not mention anything other than elves and humans. You can also master this power.

But for Quigo ... the tyrannical apostle, it makes no difference.

However, the existence of the material world only plays a clumsy role in the power of the void, and it is impossible to overcome the power given to him by the "tyrant" Gewait in any way;

As for the evil **** behind him ... the guy who doesn't dare to say his name is at most a Mao god.

There is also a gap between the evil gods!

"clang--!"

The tomahawk and the dagger meet again, and the forced young boy with gray pupil escapes the cross-axed axe with an iron plate bridge; the waist twists up and the spirally waving left sword rises, and a pair of quigo arms Cut off posture.

Of course, that is simply not possible ...

puff!

The flying blood flower left very obvious traces on the left and right arms of the tyrannical apostle.

Quigo's expression changed abruptly, raising the long-handed tomahawk in his hands behind him, and swung a swipe in front of him.

"boom--!"

Not only the snowflakes, but also the rocks frozen by the frost, cracked under this slash, and the rubble flew.

Lucien, who was slipping away, was already standing ten steps away, but the tyrannical apostle stood still, still staring at his cut wound in amazement.

Hurt yourself?

This, this should not be ...

"No coincidence."

Lucien sneered: "If you don't believe ... you can try again."

"Try to see if your body can block my sword."

Quigo squinted his eyes, his cast-iron body squatted down on his knees, stretched his waist and legs like a cheetah, and then leaped hard.

"call----"

The roaring sound of tearing the air, the tyrannical apostle dragging the residual image like a stone cannon from the sky, waving the battle axe with one hand and hitting the thin figure of the gray pupil.

The figure that struck in an instant, let alone dodge ... There is no room for reaction.

Lucien slightly raised the corner of his mouth, showing no signs of dodge.

He simply raised his right hand, put the blade of the dagger across the top of his head.

"clang----!!!!"

With a loud noise, the whole hillside trembles.

The Blood Skeleton Warriors looked sideways, looking in the direction of the roar; before waiting to look back, the air waves mixed with dust and snowflakes had spread to them, blowing their eyes.

On the originally flat slope, there was a hemispherical round pit surrounded by snow that was blown up and piled up.

And the tomahawk that fell down, was short-handed by the one-handed young pupil of the gray pupil, and he was stuck on the top of his head. He could no longer move forward a little, and ...

Unscathed.

"How are you sure?"

Looking at the tyrannical apostle who was shocked, Lusien asked coldly: "You guys are extremely lucky."

There was only a moment of consternation, and the expression of the tyrannical apostle Quego calmed down again, staring silently at the gray pupil.

"This kind of power ..." Quigo said lightly: "Just in your mouth ... the samurai way?"

"Blood sorrow?"

Under the battle axe, the gray pupil's mouth also evoked a trace of self-deprecation: "It's ridiculous, right, I feel ridiculous."

"The guy who taught me the" Samurai Way "told me that the samurai way has a great connection with the deepest idea in a person's heart; in a sense, it is a force that 'forges' your own ideas into weapons . "

"In other words, if you want to get this kind of power, you must first face the most real self." Lushen was very relaxed and looked at the tyrannical apostle with a serious expression:

"And the most real me is probably ... unwilling."

"Unwilling?"

"Yes! Not willing to be short of yourself, not to be weak and weak, to be illegitimate, not to be the master of a country like a half-brother!" Luisen laughed incomparably:

"I'm the kind of guy who grew up unwilling and complained, haha!"

"That's why I gave my samurai way such a name ... Blood sorrow, but the last cry of the dying man."

The tyrannical apostle stared at him coldly, not knowing what was funny.

"Even ... including Lord Loren, I seem to have a similar idea-although it has been said to be his guard and protect him from dying for him; but the most real idea should be to surpass him, defeat him, and even let I am the only one he can rely on ... right? "

Lucien narrowed his eyes: "So, these thoughts forged my own" Samurai Way "... let me this weak and unwilling guy, one day also have the power to rival Lord Loren."

"How, this is the **** tragedy ... enough to tear your defenses, and enough to block your attacks, with the power to fight you, my warrior way."

"It is the kind of unwillingness from the heart that makes my warrior way give me the strength to rival all enemies-no matter how powerful the opponent's power is, I can have a chance of victory."

"Of course, on the other hand, because of this restriction, my enemies can also block my attacks and tear apart my defenses. The advantages of each other are absolutely equal."

"How ... Is there any heartfelt happiness, you monster!"

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"clang----!"

A sound of metal collision echoed in the ear of Glenwell, Earl of Stormburgh; there seemed to be some liquid splashing on his face, cold and biting.

Is this ... alive?

The blood-stained Grenville opened his eyes and looked at the figure in front of him in amazement.

"In the name of Lord Byrne, Lord Descartes, the apostle of the evil god, I order you to surrender to me."

With one hand on the "dawn" sword, the dark-haired wizard stared at the vampire on the opposite side: "Otherwise I promise you that I won't have to worship the power of the thirteen leaders, I'm alone ..."

"Can kill you."

The end apostle Descartes frowned, his expression more confused than before.

"Kill ... me?"

"No ... it's killing you, don't limit yourself to the means of" killing "-for the dregs like vampires, I know almost a hundred ways to make you die, and there is always one for you."

Loren explained very seriously.

Despite this "seriousness", the soldiers behind him and the opposite Apostle had an inexplicable sense of "funny", as if looking at a serious joke.

"You think you can kill me, you think you can kill the servants of the Ender ... It's ... so interesting!"

puff!

As if it were a blast of sound, the apostle turned into a blood shadow.

coming!

The stiff-faced Glenwell's heartbeat almost stopped-he remembered it just now, and he vowed that the Knight Knight Linz and the legionnaires were recruited by this ...

Poof!

Plasma splashed.

……………………

"There is something ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ I have always been curious."

With a crunch, the tomahawk in the hands of the tyrannical apostle blocked the sharp blade that pierced the double pupils, and his cold eyes passed through the sharp blade, facing the four pupils of the gray pupil:

"Why do you keep saying ... I'm lucky?"

The scream of tearing air ran across Lussern's ear, the dark blue hair was cut off a little; the blocked blade caught the gap in this moment, and pierced the chest of the tyrannical apostle. !

"Why ... the reason is simple."

Without a hit, Lucien evaded calmly with a light smile on his lips, breathing heavily: "If the person fighting you is not me, but Lord Loren Turin ..."

"Do you think ... do you still have a chance to win?"

... m.