"It's really"

The body was full of javelin arrows, and there were many cracks on the pale and hard skin, and the miserable-looking young man sighed helplessly, bent his arm with difficulty, and pulled out a sharp arrow from his eye socket while breaking the javelin inserted in his arm, and the barb on the tip of the arrow brought down a broken eyeball, and some red and white things stained it, which looked disgusting and weird.

"Tsk, it's all pierced into the brain, but luckily it didn't come out of the skull. Isn't it time to shout 'Skin, parents!' and swallow this thing, and bring an eye patch to brush up on fashion?"

The blood gathered spontaneously formed a hemispherical barrier, and many bands of blood stretched out from the inside of the wall to tightly wrap around the javelin arrows on the boy's body, pulling them out. The wound was healing rapidly, Wang Yu looked at the broken eyeball in his hand that was dripping with a mixture of blood, tissue fluid, and brain plasma, and silently threw it away.

It's a bit like takoyaki on a toothpick, but where can there be such a hunting takoyaki!

"Forget it, it looks so disgusting, and it hasn't been processed by Sakiya, so I don't want to eat this kind of thing, eating raw food is not good for the stomach. ”

"And an eyeball, isn't it just a matter of minutes?"

Feeling the rapidly repairing brain and eyeballs, the boy showed an eerie smile.

Under the attack, the trembling blood barrier shattered, turning into countless irregular sharp blades that swirled wildly, and began to rotate disorderly around the boy, setting off a storm of death.

Wang Yu pulled out the two demon soldiers beside him, leaped from the circular pit, crushed all the enemies around him, and filled their blood into the increasingly powerful blade tornado around him, strengthening it.

The javelin arrows that flew in were shattered by layers of blades, and the hastily redirected spears were turned into bare wooden poles—the array of spears that the soldiers who had never thought that the enemy would fall from the sky had lost their pride of power, and the spears that could only be effective when two armies faced each other were now nothing more than flinching sticks.

"Drop your gun and draw your sword!!"

The officers who discovered this resolutely gave the order, and the soldiers who received the order threw away the useless extra-long guns, and went to take their proud weapons and prepared to pounce on the enemy.

But how to kill?

The warriors couldn't even reach the boy shrouded in the Scarlet Blade tornado, and if they wanted to hurt him, they would have to pass through this merciless meat grinder, but who could pass through this terrible tornado that far surpassed the Desert Storm unscathed, let alone fight and kill the enemy who could defeat Alexander the Great. God is pitiful, although there are no people who are stronger than Iskandar in this king's army, after all, Iskandar is a "king" and not a "warrior". However, the strength of the conquering king is still the best in the first echelon, can an ordinary soldier who can defeat him be able to defeat him?

An Assassin approached Wang Hao through the shadows with the intention of giving it a try, but the moment he raised the dagger in his hand, he was split in half from top to bottom by Levatin and contributed his own blood.

The Macedonian warriors were at a loss for what to do, but Wang showed no mercy. The scarlet tornado moved rapidly, and in an instant, it slashed a piece of flesh from the king's army. And the Blade Storm has become bigger and more dangerous.

"Everyone, step back fifty feet! Move as the enemy moves, don't come forward!!"

Suddenly, an unfamiliar male voice sounded in the middle of the military formation. The voice was deep, deep, magnetic. Under this stalemate, his tone remained calm, calming everyone who heard it.

"That Heroic Spirit is moving fast, yes, but it doesn't have to be as fast as the Blade Storm, right?"

The slender fingers gently grip the cigar and remove it from the lips. The man with long black hair skillfully spat out a smoke ring, staring at the scarlet who was showing off his might, and there was no wave in his eyes.

Sure enough, the Storm of Blades, which was only seven or eight in diameter, could no longer harvest even a single life. Wherever it went, the warriors retreated efficiently, swiftly, and neatly, silently confronting the death tornado from a distance of fifty feet.

"And to drive such a huge magic, the consumption of magic power will inevitably hit. Without any replenishment, it is estimated that it will stop soon, and the moment it stops, the enemy will definitely show a gap. So"

Taking a deep puff on his cigar, the man with precise and vicious eyes groaned, and suddenly raised his head and loudly proclaimed, his teeth biting the cigar made his voice sound a little strange.

"Auxiliaries ready! Magicians ready! Bows and arrows, javelins, trebuchets and magic, all the long-range strike fire is ready for me! Listen to my command to gather fire to the enemy!!"

The chaotic and chaotic crazy cutting finally slowed down, and without the mana consumed by blood replenishment, even if he had already put his original heart back into his body, Wang Yu, whose mana reserves had increased by leaps and bounds, could not have the luxury of driving this blade storm all the time. The man who had been keeping a close eye on the scarlet tornado counted down in his mind, and the cigar in his mouth was almost bitten off by him.

【3】

The tornado is no longer so exaggerated, and the yellow sand set off by passive energy has begun to fall.

【2】

"Units ready!!"

The sound of the bowstring being pulled apart converged, and a large amount of magic began to form a mysterious force under the guidance of the magicians, and the trebuchets were ready to go, and the javelinmen watched the enemy nervously.

【1！！！】

"!!! release"

The scarlet tornado finally stopped completely, and the black-haired man didn't have time to pay attention to the dropped cigar and roared hoarsely.

The glow of magic and the darkness of long-range weapons converged into a deadly rain that rained down towards where Wang Hao was.

The blade of blood, which was still levitating, shattered in an instant, and countless attacks overwhelmed the boy, forming a small mountain of javelin arrows and stones.

Just when everyone was breathing a sigh of relief, the black-haired man in an iron-gray trench coat with many feathers on the neckline suddenly shouted:

"F@ck! Beware! He's not dead!!"

"Howling ——!!!!"

There were many scorched marks on the surface, the body was in tatters, and even the fantasy species with a large hole in the left wing roared angrily, and the hurricane hanging from the wings touched the man's shirt, and the words like this could be faintly seen on the chest of his pure white shirt—

【Grand Strategy】

He raised his head, like the others, his eyes widened unconsciously, and he muttered:

"Holly-shit, where did the dragon come from"