Chapter 485

Talos held a sword in one hand, but when he passed a soldier, he took a power axe from the other's waist.

With a sword in one hand and an axe in the other, Talos's posture surprised his duelers.

"Looks like you're going to do that."

Nodding, ulminsk also drew out the second sword.

The duel began.

Adhering to the consistent concept of preemptive strike, ulminsk started with the most rapid assault, which made Talos retreat for a time.

Bang -!

More than ten seconds later, Talos crossed two weapons to stop the other party's chop for the third time.

After that, he took the other party's left sword lattice aside with an axe, and then hit the heavy armor of ulminsk with his own sword in vain.

But the other party was very flexible. He twisted and removed the strength of the sword, allowing the sharp blade to slide away from the ceramic steel layer, leaving nothing but a scratch.

Talos cursed and just wanted to pursue, the other party's sword had been killed from the oblique.

He could only retreat, but ulminsk suddenly kicked him out, kicking a crack in his chest and nearly falling like lightning.

Before he could breathe, the power armour flashing deadly lightning had hit, and the energy crackled when it was released into the air.

Talos slammed the opponent's sword with his weapons and lowered it.

The collision energy position roared with angry sparks. When ulminsk raised his left sword to penetrate Talos's helmet, the Tomahawk suddenly waved upward and seized the other party's sword handle.

Talos's intention was finally realized.

At midnight, the Lord pulled the axe and took the long sword from the control of the swordsmen of the third Legion.

They retreated again.

Talos still danced two weapons and stepped on the sword that fell to the ground with one foot, while ulminsk held the sword with both hands.

"You did a good job, think tank, but that's it."

"I think I'm going to win."

The prophet smiled behind his visor.

"What do you say?"

The two soldiers began to circle around each other, looking for an opportunity and a weakness to take advantage of in their opponents.

Suddenly, ulminsk waved his sword, drew an arc and attacked downward.

Talos blocked the sword and fought back.

Through the interleaving of attack and defense in an instant, both sides of the battle are testing the opponent's physical strength.

This time, Talos rushed over and waved his axe to the footwall of ulminsk, trying to attack him unprepared.

The swordsman easily blocked the blow, then turned his defense into an attack and cut into Talos's abdomen.

The prophet reluctantly took the move, but at the same time his body lost its balance.

Ulminsk quickly caught the mistake and hit the Talos helmet with a metal hand guard and knocked it to the ground.

But the swordsman did not pursue the victory. He stopped the attack so that Talos could stand up again.

Blood trickled from Talos's nose and slid out of the grille.

"But so, swordsman."

The two men collided again. Their weapons collided with each other, and the hilts of swords and axes were locked together.

Ulminsk pressed his body over and said to Talos with his face to his face.

"What you just said is as stupid as yourself."

The voice of the third Legion swordsman was full of anger.

"You're pathetic."

Talos pushed ulminsk away and waved his axe forward, but his opponent easily blocked the attack.

After that, ulminsk launched a counterattack at a dizzying speed. Each attack was faster and more fierce than the previous one, and Talos could not be delayed for a moment.

The prophet began to retreat step by step. He could not resist the attack of the third legion of swordsmen like the wind and waves.

"By the way, faith Freddy, how did you catch them?"

Just as the two soldiers were fighting for life and death, Huron suddenly said to soshyan across the duel. His tone was very relaxed, as if he already knew the result.

"The malice of your move is really unique."

Knowing what the other party meant by "that move", soshyang showed a mocking smile.

"Remember, they are only the slightest of my tactics against you traitors, Huron."

This time, the tone of the black heart King no longer sounds pleasant.

"Really?"

"Yes, you'll see it later."

On the court, Talos finally couldn't support him anymore. He lost his balance and fell on one knee. He could only reluctantly resist another blow to him.

But his half Parry posture only partially resisted the attack. When the swordsman's sharp blade hit his forearm, the prophet roared in pain, and the smell of burned flesh and blood immediately stabbed into the nostrils of the surrounding soldiers.

Although his arm was saved, Talos's power axe fell off

With the last and most violent blow, Talos fell to the ground.

The swordsman then kicked the "think tank curator" to the ground with a humiliating kick.

Talos almost lost his sword. When he stood up, he tried to hit back with an impromptu blow, but the swordsman easily blocked him.

Then Talos retreated to a distance from his opponent.

"Can you be more cowardly, the running dog of the puppet emperor?"

Ulminsk has begun to think about how to torture his opponents in order to combat the morale of star knights.

He felt the victory, just like countless times in the past, but this time the opponent looked really weak and didn't even deserve to take the other party's head as a trophy

"No matter how cowardly I am, at least I won't sell my asshole to a tyrant. Everyone knows that Huron is a damn * *! He only likes little boys and sissy!"

Talos' words really angered ulminsk this time.

He charged Talos with a deadly charge, and his sword drew an arc that could not be captured by the naked eye.

"You bastard!"

But he didn't notice the sly light in Talos's eyes.

The prophet had predicted his actions and knew that the swordsman would reveal a small flaw in his rage.

He had covered up his next tactics with cowardly actions. At the moment when the other party came, he found the gap in the preview, bypassed the swordsman's angry blow and pierced his unprotected flank.

"You --"

Ulminsk did not expect this at all. This sword completely lost his balance.

Talos launched a second stab, rotating the sword into the abdomen of the fallen third Legion soldiers, silently enjoying the shock of other soldiers.

They no longer expected their brother's victory, but watched him spit his blood all over the deck.

Ulminsk twitched and blood gushed from his mouth. He turned with his last strength and looked at Talos with arrogant but desperate eyes.

"Why..."

With that, the swordsman knelt down first and then threw himself forward.

Talos bent down and stared at his opponent's eyes, imitating his opponent's final attack. This mockery made the red pirates roar.

Huron's claws were tightly held together.

"You are too stupid and stupid, but I am kind, traitor... Confess your sins and curse the tyrant, you will be saved, and I may not kill you."

"I... don't confess anything!"

The swordsman coughed blood and said.

Talos grinned, the sword fell and the head was harvested.

Warm cheers broke out in the team of star knights, and Huron's face turned iron blue.