The environment of the Shadow Nation is harsh for any living being, and any battle that starts in this environment can be a headache, a frustration, and a little confusing. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Especially in the face of the constant stream of Kvadir warriors who came out of the fog, with a very cruel scene, showed Dick what numerical superiority was.

In the past, maybe he only needed a wave of holy light to dispel the fog that protected their bodies, and then kill them like chopping melons and vegetables, but now, MAX's holy energy has not disappeared from his body, and the core of thunder and lightning continues to supply him with a huge amount of energy.

But judging from the external performance, they are all suppressed, suppressed by the world full of despair on this side, the rules here are too chaotic, 10 points of holy light are exposed, and only less than 1 point remains, which can be seen from the fact that Dick can't even incarnate thunder and lightning.

The suppression of elemental energy in this place is too strong, it is like a stingy place that only allows death energy to exist, and it brutally excludes other elements.

There is only one kind of energy that is normal... Order!

This is a power higher than the world, and the rules of the Shadow Realm alone cannot affect it, and it is precisely because the long sword in Dick's hand is still wrapped with silver light, which makes him suppress his combat power to the extreme, so that he will not be suffocated and killed in the continuous siege of miscellaneous soldiers.

But even so, Dick's situation was terrible now.

"Phew, you bastard, don't kneel before the king!"

Dick had just kicked the soldier who had come out of the fog behind him back into the dirty sea, tall, wearing black rust armor, holding a bone sword in his hand, with a dark green crown on his head, the Viku warrior who was at least 4 meters tall rushed out of the fog, like a storm of mist, a sword slashed at Dick's head, the Wind Chaser and the sword collided together, Dick's body slid back two steps before stopping retreating, and the guy on the opposite side was ignited by the silver flames wrapped around the blade, but he rudely wiped the palm on his body, and then he cursed and rushed towards Dick again。

"You hillbilly, don't try to hurt me!

"Bang"

The blade with the energy of the gray mist smashed into the ground in front of Dick, and the floating continent of bones and sunken ship wreckage was torn open by the energy carried by the weapon, and the mist warriors standing around the impact point fell into bad luck, and were smashed back into the mist by the shockwave brought by the great force.

The paladin took a step back, dodged the powerful blow in a flick of the moment, then staggered forward, jumped up from the ground, and slammed the rude fellow in the cheek, knocking his crown flying, and kicking his left foot on his sitting leg, forcing him to half-kneel in front of Dick.

The silver flame fist mark was accurately printed on his face, making the Viku who knelt on the ground as tall as Dick look extremely embarrassed, the paladin's own strength was on par with him, and between the flickering of light and shadow, Dick, whose face was gloomy, broke through the fog like a shadow, and appeared behind the self-proclaimed king Viku, holding the Wind Chaser Sword in both hands and stabbing him viciously in the chest.

Silver flames burned on the Necromantic Warrior's body, the energy of the complete opposite scorching his mind and soul, and among them, the paladin's impatient voice,

"You dare to call me a crumb?"

With a flick of his left hand back, the Windchaser Sword was drawn from Emiron's back, and although it was miserably suppressed, it didn't mean that Dick lost the ability to fight back, seeing him like a mortal hero, invincible in his own Kvadir army, Hela's razor-sharp teeth rubbed, and she glanced down at the glass orb in her hand, which was her trophy.

Anvena was restrained in the dark green glass like a little imp in a glass ball, her hands holding the edge, her mouth open and closed, cursing at Hela, and the golden flame had filled the core of the glass orb, making the magic ball look beautiful.

"Oh, my little cutie!"

Hela put the glass ball in front of her eyes and shook it, looking at Anvina, who was dizzy and boxed, she grinned with satisfaction, it was a hideous smile, but it also represented Hela's determination.

The golden elemental creature of light was a surprise, but Hela saw her future, one with limitless potential, and if she could transform it into Shadow Varri, let alone Odin's chief Valkyrie El... The dark future she will bring is enough to make Hela feel the throbbing of tentacles all over her body.

"You will be my sharpest knife. ”

The Grim Reaper of the Shadow Nation sighed softly, and the slight anger that Dick had brought had been smoothed out in the future anticipation of the shadow, and she lazily stretched out her hand and waved it back, as if giving some order, and as if it was some kind of vicious relief.

At this moment, the entire filthy and chaotic ocean began to shake, and with a terrible horn, a huge bone battleship, tearing through the wet fog of despair, sailed out of the sea.

Its hull was still the same as the rest of Kvadir's warships, covered with seaweed and the bones of unidentified creatures, but it was even more hideous, its bow was like the mouth of a skeletal monster with its mouth wide open, and the patina cannon hidden in it, and the mast, which was clearly supported by the backbone of a whole behemoth, and the whole ship was as dim as if it had been rusted.

Its flag, where is the flag, it is clearly the dead man's hair entwined, woven into the banner of death, fluttering in the windless shadow realm, an old man wearing a gray hood and carrying a scythe stood at the bow of the ship, the scythe in his hand gently swung forward, and an invisible blade slashed at the faint shield of holy light beside Dick, so that the paladins who were slaughtering those misty warriors couldn't help but look up at the ghost ship that sailed out of the sea, like sailing in the air.

With the appearance of that ship, the entire Shadow Nation became different, and the pervasive despair became thicker, like a substantial oppression, accompanied by the sound of war drums in this world, and the rejection of the world became more and more serious.

"I admit that you are very good at fighting, but in the face of my warriors, you also have to humble yourself to death. ”

Hela's voice came from the depths of the mist, and it seemed that the arrogant Grim Reaper still didn't bother to take action himself,

"After all... How dare you stand up to God? How can you stand up to God?"

"The Nagfar..."

The voice was like a word knocking on Dick's heart, but the paladin didn't take the time to fight with Hela, he looked down at his left hand, whether it was facing the flames of the black dragon or the chaotic power of the ancient gods, the left arm that had not faded its light, and it was already covered with black points of light, and with the extension of time, the speed of this point of light was getting faster and faster.

It was as if the Silver Fist had been corroded, and the worst thing was that the connection between the Silver Fist and the body, which had been integrated, had also appeared to be unobstructed, although only a trace, but Dick knew what it meant.

The rules of the Shadow Nation are beginning to corrode their link to the Silver Hand.

Hela was obviously not as proud as she appeared, and she keenly discovered the reason why Dick could survive in the Shadow Country, so she released the Nagfar to entangle Dick, and at the same time mobilized the rules of the Shadow Country and began to rely on Dick.

Sensing this, the paladin quickly retreated towards the murky sea behind him, not because he was afraid of the ship in the legend of the Viku, a warship that only carried the undead, and in its heyday, he could have dismantled it with one hand, it was just a tool for Hela to transport the dead between the Shadow Nation and the present world.

Although there is a legend that anyone who saw the ship would be infected with bad luck and die in an accident. But Dick knew that this ship was far less strange than it was rumored, it was just a troop transport, but it was not these Kvadir who came out of the fog, it was full of Hela's carefully selected "warriors" for hundreds of thousands of years, the real elite named Hylagar, and the soul shepherd Hablon, a mysterious guy.

A guy who is not too difficult to deal with.

But for Dick now, it's time to leave, and after the bottom line is discovered, it becomes meaningless to stay here, not only can't save Avena and Anduin, but even puts himself in it!

"If you want to take a boat, you have to pay the boat fare!"

Hablon's muffled voice shook in the misty sea, and with his raised scythe, the skeletal behemoth's mouth on the bow of the Nagfar clicked open, revealing the triple cannon within, slowly rising.

"I'm sorry, but I'm not going to take your boat!"

Dick turned around and shouted at the approaching Nagfar, his legs straining as he lunged towards the murky ocean, and at the same moment, the ghost cannon burst into flames, and white flames streaked across the sky and smashed into Dick's place, the earth of bones and planks shattered into pieces by the thump and the subsequent explosion of mad death energy.

But Dick is gone...

"How dare he !!?"

Hela's shrill voice pierced the silence of the Shadow Country, and Dick disappeared from her gaze like a loud slap in the face, how could she, as the self-proclaimed ruler of the Shadow Country, allow this to happen?

Let a fanatic who has provoked God flee from God's wrath?

It's a joke!

"Find, find out, put him... Find out for me!"

Hela's frantic screams brought a frenzied storm of death across the Shadow Country, sweeping almost every inch of the land, and in her rage, the pervasive mist danced wildly across the land, even deep beneath the ocean, but she didn't notice it...

Dick is gone...

It is retreat, not fear, not flight.

Everyone, including Hela, believed that he would come back, like a rat who had to throw himself into the net!