The Protoss in Warhammer

Chapter 515 503. The Ark of Evil Omen (XI)

When the Bloodthirster collided with the dragon in front of him, he felt not only the burning of the opponent's flames, but also the terrible kinetic energy.

The two behemoths stayed in the sky for less than a second after colliding, and then Zeratul continued to rush forward, but now there was a big demon lying on his head.

When Zeratul felt the terrible demon lying on his head, he immediately realized that he had successfully found the object he should have found. The dragon swooped down quickly, without giving the opponent a chance to make waves on its head, and smashed into the ground of the space station like a cannonball.

After being hit, Zarhad felt that his bones were about to break. To describe that feeling in one sentence, his soul and body turned into powder at the moment he was knocked down.

The Bloodthirster spurted blood from his mouth uncontrollably. This subspace creature felt that he was about to die. This is really embarrassing. You have to know that he and the other party did not fight at all, and the monster just pushed him to the ground easily according to inertia and its own brute force.

Thinking of this, anger surged to his forehead, blood flowed in the demon's body again, and the broken bones were repaired by the instinct of the subspace in an instant, and the flesh swelled again. Before Zeratul had time to use the sharp blade of his left arm to kill the other party, the demon under him quickly drew out his two axes and withstood his trampling.

Zarhad gritted his teeth to deal with the other party, trying to stand up, but found it difficult to stand up. The power of the other party was not only overwhelming, but also the pure subspace power on him that made people feel terrified was also affecting the power of the blood god.

Zarhad had no way to stop the other party's oppression because the other party's power was too strong. Cold sweat flowed on the demon's forehead. The face of the original terrifying true spirit became even more hateful, but a trace of fear could also be seen from it.

Now it was no longer a question of how to take off the enemy's head and offer it to the Lord of the Skull, but how to survive. It was obvious that he was no match for the beast in front of him, and the only way was to call for reinforcements.

"Jackro, I need your help. There is a powerful head here. I need to take it off with you. Hurry up!!"

The bloodthirsty demon quickly began to wave people while bearing Zeratul's blow, hoping that his partner could come to help quickly. But Zeratul obviously did not intend to give him such an opportunity, but he still had one hand.

The other hand of the Dark Priest was raised high, and then slapped to the right. The dragon palm directly slapped the demon a few meters away, and Zarhad rolled on the ground twice, crashing into a store. He was dizzy from the sudden attack just now, and looked down. There were four wounds on the right side of his abdomen, and the longest one was even more than five meters, and these wounds were emitting a faint green light, without any healing.

He tried hard to cover his wound, but the blood was still flowing out. The power of the ancient saint destroyed the body that the blood god had made for him. His blood and his soul were constantly being consumed by the terrible power, and he felt the power was constantly leaving.

The demon tried hard to stand up, but now even if there was nothing pressing on him, he could hardly stand up. Zarhad covered his wound with his right hand, supported his axe with his left hand, tried to stand up, and flapped his wings to fly.

After seeing that his prey wanted to escape, Zeratul quickly leaped up, glided for several meters, and came to the top of the devil in front of him. His two huge claws grabbed the shoulders of the demon, and Zarhad looked at the monster in front of him in despair. He didn't know what to do.

But just a few seconds later, the anger surged up again. He was the great demon under the brass throne. He shouldn't be angry about fear and cowardice. Even if he died, he should die in battle, not be caught like a chicken like now.

Thinking of this, Zarhad felt ashamed of himself and annoyed at the cowardice that had just appeared on his face. He tightly grasped the axe in his left hand, used up the last bit of strength, and with a roar, chopped down Zeratul's chest fiercely.

The incarnation of the ancient saint was hit by the demon axe in front of him. The evil weapon from the warp pierced the shield and chopped into Zeratul's steel body. Zeratul felt pain when he was hit. Although there was pain, it was only a little bit. After all, the opponent's dying struggle could only be regarded as a superficial injury.

Zarhad looked at the monster in front of him. He knew how weak and powerless his attack was, but at least he swung it out, and he was ready to hit it again.

But the Dark Archbishop would not give him this opportunity, because the action just now successfully angered him.

"Roar!!!!!!!!!!"

Accompanied by a thunderous dragon roar, Zeratul lifted the severely injured body of the demon directly into the air. Zaerhad watched himself being lifted into the air by the dragon. Before he could utter the last harsh words, the dragon did its own thing.

He tore the extremely powerful demon in front of him into two halves. Zarhad stared at the other party's behavior in amazement. The other party used the decomposition stance to separate his flesh and blood first, and then used the purest brute force to tear his body from head to toe. About 1/3 of the left side was torn off, while the right side retained most of it, including most of the head.

After tearing the big demon in front of him into two halves, Zarhad disappeared forever in the void in shock and pain. The psionic power of the Dark Templar made it impossible for him to return to the warp forever.

On the other side, the bloody big demon called "Bloodlet" had just arrived, but when he arrived, he only saw a horrible scene. The body of his former rival was held in the hands of the monster, and he could also feel that Zarhad's soul had not returned to the warp at all.

After realizing that he had no way to defeat this monster, in addition to being unreasonable, he also had the same fear as his own kind just now. He didn't want to stay here any longer.

He immediately flew back, ready to leave. After all, his opponent was dead, and his demon army would be under his control. Although it was not like what he wanted to do before, to kill the opponent and obtain his troops, the result would be no different, so there was no need to stay here any longer.

He had to lead his troops away. As for what Orega thought, it was none of his business. Chaos was not trustworthy. His goal had been achieved, so there was no need to continue to die here.

The Tegris people paid tens of thousands of lives, but they could not solve the demon army that was only repelled by Zeratul alone.