Chapter 1044

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

A hoarse voice echoed on the dead battlefield in the east position of blood skeleton valley.

The soldiers of the regiment clenched their shields and halberds one by one, staring at the figure talking to themselves; If you look carefully, you can see unspeakable fear in their eyes.

Because their teeth are trembling, their facial muscles are twitching, and their skin is too tight because of tension, so... They can't say it.

Purplish red skin, ferocious as a bat's head, sharp claws of limbs, bat wings folded behind, and the extremely thin body - yes, anyone who has seen it can say what it is without hesitation.

vampire.

"For example, I, Descartes, the loyal servant of Lord Diabo, the 'terminator'; all the enemies I have met in my long life have convinced me of your wisdom."

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

In just less than a minute, the monster used the sickle that would spray plasma in his hand to harvest a whole hundred soldiers; The armor forged with steel and the strong shield are a bit more fragile than white paper in front of it.

Just being killed is not enough to frighten veterans; What is really terrible is that the robes killed by it are like rotten oranges drained of juice, and there are only fragments of armor and "air dried" bones everywhere.

It is no longer the level of "war death", but being brutalized, ravaged and trampled... It seems that it is not fighting with the equivalent enemy, but being slaughtered wantonly as livestock or poultry by the other party.

So the frightened soldiers tried to kill it in various ways, or beat it back - crossbow, arrow rain, shotgun, igniter, alchemy bomb... Except that the last one seemed to leave some blackened marks on it, the rest

I didn't even hurt a hair!

"But now, I'm a little... Confused."

The face of the apostle in the end shadow (if that can also be counted as a face) showed a confused look. With its scratching, the soldiers behind the front trembled and retreated half a step collectively.

"What makes you think you can beat me, beat me, or... Stop me?"

"What makes you see this possibility?"

Scratching his head, the confused end shadow apostle Descartes lowered his head, and his scarlet eyes looked at the knight who had been trampled on by himself.

"Can you tell me, Lord leilinz?"

The knight's body twitched violently, with a trace of panic in his expression; Somehow, the divine power that originally belonged to the oath knight to recover from injury was suppressed by some force.

The knight of the solemn oath was trampled by a monster who manipulated the power of evil. It's really

Shame!

So Knight leilinz turned his eyes around in panic, extended his hand to a long sword not far from him, and then

Pooh!

The falling sickle cut off his arm.

"Ah, ah --!!!"

Knight leilinz screamed, his eyes widened and stared at his severed arm. The pain made him instinctively begin to pray:

"My Lord, allow me a proverb to wash my sins!!!!!"

There was another scream. The falling sickle was close to the wound, like "slicing meat" with bones, and cut off a thin layer of "arm".

"Answer my question, Knight of the oath."

The voice of the apostle of the last shadow suddenly lowered and became very gloomy: "what gives you hope and makes you feel that you can beat me?"

"Tell me, I'll put it out for you." its voice is very sincere.

In the scream, the oath Knight's Breastplate was completely torn open, together with flesh and ribs, and the cold wind blew directly into his "chest".

"Stop --!"

Glenville, the Earl of stormcastle, stood up, though pale and trembling; But he raised his sword and pointed it at the last shadow apostle: "I order you to stop in the name of the Lord of grace!"

"Otherwise, I promise you, the thirteen leaders of Byrne will do their best to erase you and the master behind you from the world!"

Echoing words, the apostles of the last shadow were unmoved.

The count of Glenville did not move, and his hand clutching his sword was full of cold sweat.

He knew he was dying, but he had to... Otherwise, the morale of the thousands of soldiers behind him would completely collapse before the other party killed the oath Knight!

"Threaten me?"

The apostle of the last shadow did not lift his head and looked at the knight leilinz who was trampled under his feet meaningfully: "do you hear, the running dog of the Holy Cross, your comrades in arms threaten me for your life and death."

"I command you, stop!"

Count Glenville's cheek was a little tight,

Knight lailinz struggled: "please illuminate the darkness in your heart with the glory of the Holy Cross; replace violence with forgiveness, and shame with blessing..."

Pooh!

The scythe fell into the chest of the oath knight.

Glenwell was not even surprised because the sickle pulled from the knight's chest had waved to himself.

He was stiff all over and only had time to see a touch of blood.

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This human... Seems to be a little different from just now.

With the battle axe to block the attacking blade, the mood of the tyrannical apostle quigo changed slightly.

He knew almost nothing about the "way of Samurai". The "eagle king" who was jointly selected as an apostle by the four evil gods did not disclose any information, let alone mention that human beings can master this power in addition to elves.

But for quigo... The tyrannical apostles, it makes no difference.

It's just a clumsy manipulation of the power of the void by the existence of the material world. In any case, it can't defeat the power given by the "tyrant" gowaite;

As for the evil god behind each other... The guy who doesn't even dare to say his name is at most a Mao God.

There is also a gap between evil gods!

"Dang --!"

The Tomahawk and the dagger met again. The retreated grey pupil escaped the transverse axe by a record of the iron plate bridge; Stand up with a twist of the waist, and the spiral waving left sword rises, a posture of cutting off quigo's arms.

Of course, that's impossible

Poof!

The flying blood left a very obvious trace on the left and right arms of the tyrannical apostle.

Quigo's expression changed suddenly, raised the long handled battle axe in his hand behind him, and suddenly waved a sweep in front of him.

"Bang --!"

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

Lucian, who slipped and dodged, had stood ten steps away from him, but the tyrannical apostle still stood still, staring at his cut wound in amazement.

Hurt yourself?

This, this shouldn't be

"It's no coincidence."

Lucian sneered, "if you don't believe it... You can try again."

"Try your body to stop my sword."

Quigo narrowed his eyes, bent his knees like a cast-iron body, stretched his waist and legs like a cheetah, and then jumped up.

"Hoo --"

The roaring sound like tearing the air, and the tyrannical apostle dragging the residual shadow, like a stone gun falling from the sky, smashed the thin figure of grey pupil boy with one hand waving a battle axe.

An instant shadow, let alone dodge... There is no room for reaction.

Lucian slightly raised the corners of his mouth and showed no sign of hiding.

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

"Dang --!!"

The whole hillside trembled with a loud noise.

The soldiers of blood skeleton Valley looked sideways at the direction of the roar; Before looking back, the air waves mixed with dust and snowflakes had spread to them, blowing their eyes closed.

On the originally flat slope, there was an additional hemispherical pit, surrounded by snow piled up by blowing.

The falling battle axe was stopped by the short sword set up by the grey pupil boy with one hand, and he couldn't move forward any more, and

Unharmed.

"Well, are you sure?"

Looking at the shocked and tyrannical apostle, Lucian asked coldly, "you lucky guy."

Stunned for only a moment, the expression of the tyrannical apostle quigo calmed down again and looked at the gray pupil boy silently.

"This kind of power..." quigo said faintly, "is the way of warrior in your mouth?"

"Bloody sorrow?"

Under the Tomahawk, the corner of gray pupil's mouth also aroused a look of self mockery: "it's ridiculous, right, but I feel ridiculous."

"The guy who taught me 'the way of samurai' told me that the way of samurai has a great connection with a person's innermost thoughts; in a sense, it is a power to 'forge' your own thoughts into weapons."

"In other words, if you want to get this power, you must first face the most real yourself." Lucian looked at the dignified tyrannical apostle silently, but Lucian was very relaxed:

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

"Unwilling?"

"Yes! Unwilling to be short, unwilling to be weak, unwilling to be an illegitimate son, not like half brothers who can become the head of a country!" Lucian smiled very naturally:

"I'm the kind of guy who grows up unwilling and complains about himself, ha ha!"

"That's why I named my samurai way... The bloody wail is just the last cry of the dying."

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

"Even... Including Lord Loren, I seem to have a similar idea - although I have always said that I want to be his escort, protect him and die for him, the most real idea should be to surpass him, defeat him, and even make me the only person he can rely on..."

Lucian narrowed his eyes: "so these ideas forged my 'warrior way'... Let me, a weak and unwilling guy, have the power to compete with Lord Loren one day."

"Well, this is the bloody wail... Enough to tear apart your defense and block your attack. It has the power to fight with you, my warrior way."

"It is the kind of reluctance from the bottom of my heart that makes my samurai way give me the strength to directly compete with all enemies - no matter how powerful the other party's strength is, I can have a chance to overcome."

"Of course, on the contrary, because of this restriction, my enemies can also block my attack and tear up my defense. Their advantages are absolutely equal."

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

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"Dang --!"

A sound of metal collision echoed in the ears of Glenville, Earl of storm castle; There seems to be some liquid spilled on his face, cold and piercing.

Is this... You're still alive?

Glenwell, whose face was covered with blood, opened his eyes and looked at the figure in front of him in amazement.

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

Leaning on the "dawn" sword with one hand, the black haired wizard stared at the vampire opposite: "otherwise, I promise you, I don't have to use the power of Bain's thirteen leaders, I'm alone..."

"Can kill you."

Descartes, the apostle of the last shadow, frowned and looked more confused than before.

"Kill... Me?"

"No... it's to kill you. Don't limit yourself to the means of 'killing' - for the scum like you vampires, I know almost one hundred means to let you die, and one is always suitable for you."

Lauren explained very seriously.

Although this "seriousness" made the soldiers behind him and the end shadow apostles opposite him have an inexplicable "funny" feeling, as if they were watching a serious joke.

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

Poof!

It was like the sound of a meat bag explosion, and the last shadow turned into a blood shadow.

coming!

Glenwell's heart almost stopped with a stiff expression - he clearly remembered that just now, the oath Knight Lord leilinz and the Legion soldiers were given this move

Pooh!

Plasma splashed.

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"There's one thing I've always been curious about."

With a crisp sound, the Tomahawk in the tyrannical apostle's hand blocked the sharp blade stabbing his pupils, and his cold eyes passed through the sharp blade, facing the four eyes of the gray pupil boy:

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

The roar of tearing air passed by Lucian's ear, and the tip of dark blue hair was cut off a little; And the sharp blade that was blocked caught the gap between the moments and pierced the chest of the tyrannical apostle!

"Why... The reason is very simple."

When he missed the blow, the leisurely dodging Lucian smiled with a relaxed smile and gasped: "because if the person fighting with you is not me, but Lord Loren Turin..."

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