The transformed Hull and Mira cooperated amazingly, their huge bronze steel bodies moving rapidly, constantly staggering and shifting, and pounced on the prey that caught them off guard. Hull's bite was more ferocious than Mira's, and any bloody helmet that fell into his steel teeth was instantly torn into pieces. Even an enemy who narrowly escaped Hull's first blow would be knocked to the ground by Mira's impact from the side, and by the time he tried to stand up, he was greeted by the black blade in Given's hand.

Almost instantly, several slightly weaker blood helmets fell to the ground one after another, and the enemy who was still standing on the opposite side was only a blood helmet whose strength was about equivalent to that of a seventh-order spar warrior.

It was a giant-like half-blood elf, and while his limbs were still as delicate and well-proportioned as those of an elf, his physique and face were as evil as the other half of his blood. He was dressed in heavy armor, his mouth was chanting meaningless syllables, and the evil light in his eyes still flickered.

Hull was the first to rush towards the giant, but the giant quickly shielded his neck with his right hand. Hel's fangs and acid spitting shattered the thick armor, but the throw couldn't break the giant's strangely glowing arm. The giant resisted Hull's body with amazing brute force, and the two men became entangled and rolled to the ground.

The blood-helmeted giant, with its strange spell-protected body, stretched out its left arm and tried to grab Hel's neck. At this time, Mira frantically pounced on him and bit his left wrist. Mira's strength was obviously weaker than that of the Blood Helmet, so the Blood Helmet giant could still shake his left arm desperately, trying to shake her away. But Mira gritted her teeth and didn't let go.

In desperation, the angry Blood Helmet shouted a strange spell, and a sulfur-smelling orange stream of fire burned along his arm, scorching Hel and Mira with high temperature, causing their metal skin to redden, completely distorting the air around them, and the giant seemed to care about the effect of the flames, the red light in his eyes suddenly increased, and he tried harder to shake off the two giant beasts that pounced on him. In the midst of that stalemate, a dark shadow leaped in front of the Blood Helmet through the blazing flames through the back of the giant beast.

Given's hands clutched "Fate" and he fell from the sky, his eyes fixed on the heavy helmet of the Bloodhelm Giant, and he knew that underneath that there must be a metal helmet with hedron and inscriptions embedded deep into the giant's skull. That was the last weakness of the Blood Helmets, and if they shattered this helmet, they would be a pile of soulless rotten flesh.

The Blood Helmet also spotted Jiwen at this moment, but he was confident that with the protection of the spell, the villain with the long sword would not be able to do any harm to him. So he stared at the futility of the shadow's actions.

But things turned out more than he expected, and instead of bouncing off his sturdy helmet and magical skin, his opponent became one with him like a ghost.

The Blood Helmet instinctively sensed the danger, but now he was entangled by two metal beasts, unable to move, and could only watch as the black blade silently submerged into his body.

Given's consciousness was precisely controlled, and after the practice in the battle just now, he was much more proficient in the collection and release of spirits. When he felt the blade enter the outline of the giant's head, he quickly controlled the tip of the sword to break away from the spirit state.

At that moment, the protective magic of the giant's body rubbed with the black blade of "Destiny" into a dazzling flash, but the astonishing destructive power of Fate completely disintegrated and dissipated the skin attached to the magic into nothingness, and the cold blade soon touched the giant's skull and the strange helmet tightly embedded in it. The sound of blood spurting and the cracking of bone fragments intertwined with the sound of metal twisting and shattering.

In an instant, Jiwen rushed out of the body of the blood helmet, and the tip of the long sword was still dripping with warm blood downward. Almost at the same time, the protective magic and incredible power of the Blood Helmet vanished, and the giant was immediately overwhelmed by Hel and Mira, trampling to the ground.

As the last of the nearby Blood Helmets fell, the surroundings fell silent. After cooking the giants. Hull asked, panting, looking back with Mira.

"Given, where are we going now?"

Jiwen looked around, the originally dim night sky had been illuminated by countless scattered firelights around him, and those cries and screams of reputation were constantly coming from all around, it seemed that the siege network of the blood helmets was getting smaller and smaller, and death was getting closer and closer.

But where is Adelia?

Givens anxiously searched his surroundings again when a bright spot of light caught his attention. There is a constant stream of dazzling firelight illuminating the canopy and illuminating the surrounding buildings.

Jiwen, who was familiar with demons, instinctively felt that those fires must be the work of those old rivals. He quickly pointed there, loudly reminding his companions.

"Let's go there!"

Just as Jiwen was fighting to the death with the Blood Helmets, a team of hidden figures ushered in at the edge of the Ten Thousand Beast Forest. Shui Luo led Adelia to the exit of the Ten Thousand Beast Forest, and as long as they crossed the edge of the forest one more time, they would be able to leave safely.

Now, the woods at the exit were silent, and there was no movement, as if the pursuers had not thought of setting up manpower to intercept them. But Shui Luo looked at this silent forest, but his heart was deeply uneasy.

Her instincts told her that there must be terrible dangers hidden in this wood, and after experiencing countless times of distress, Shui Luo knew that her intuition never deceived herself, and only her own eyes could deceive her.

Shui Luo cautiously motioned for Adelia to crouch behind her, and then let one of the Silver Moon guards quietly approach the woods.

One step at a time, just as the Silver Moon guard had just stepped into the woods, she seemed to suddenly sense some danger, and she turned sharply and tried to run backwards.

But suddenly several thick tentacles stretched out from the woods, wrapping around her body and legs, causing her to fall to the ground.

The attacked Silver Moon guards tried their best and loudly reminded Shui Luo, "Hurry up, it's a blood helmet!"

But before her slightly immature voice could be silenced, it immediately turned into a terrible scream, and then her restrained body never moved again.

Seeing the tragic situation in front of them, Shui Luo pulled Adelia and quickly fled to the Ten Thousand Beasts Forest, while the other Silver Moon guard beside them consciously stayed, trying to delay the ambushers as much as possible.

Adelia ran mechanically after Shui Luo, her head blank, because the terrible scream just now pierced her heart. The voice belonged to the girl who had persuaded her to leave, and only a moment later she had given her life for her mission.

Adelia is completely confused, why is she so important?

Countless people have already died for themselves, and there may be more people who will sacrifice their lives for this in the future, but what is all this for? Why is the Silver Moon bloodline so mysterious, and why is it worth so many people fighting for it and sacrificing their lives.

Adelia had no answer. Her mother left her early, and her father never appeared in his life, and no one could explain it to her, so she had to find out the mystery herself.

Shui Luo took Adelia back to the Ten Thousand Beast Forest, which had become chaotic, and walked through the alleys without a goal. They shook off their pursuers as they dodged the sudden appearance of refugees and bloody helmets, trying to find their way to other exits.

Shui Luo pursed his lips, his brows tightened, and he never let go. She couldn't put into words how she felt, but the look on her face spoke for itself. All the roads they passed, blocked by the Blood Helmets, had been sealed off by the King's Sword. Moreover, with the style of the King's Sword, those exits must also be heavily guarded, and they cannot be broken through at all.

Just now, when those mysterious pursuers were chasing themselves and the Children of the Silver Moon, the King's Sword had quietly laid a huge net, so that everyone who was trapped in it had no chance to leave.

Damn, why didn't you detect this trap earlier.

Shui Luo fell into a deep self-reproach for failing to complete the task entrusted to her by the Prince. At this moment, her hope of sending the Son of the Silver Moon out of here safely was slim.

Just as Shuiluo and Adelia were clinging to the last glimmer of hope, they ran wildly along the path. The ground in front of them suddenly cracked, and countless hot liquids poured out of the cracks, turning into a lava chasm and blocking their path. The scorching heat turned the surrounding treehouses and buildings into torches, blazing.

Not only in front, but soon the same lava chasm appeared on both sides and behind one after another, and countless flames formed a cage that surrounded Shuiluo and Adelia in it.

Shui Luo knew that this purgatory-like scene would not be the masterpiece of the Blood Helmet, and that the only ones who could do all this could be the old enemies of the Silver Moon Guards. She looked up suddenly, and immediately saw behind the wall of fire a figure with huge wings slowly rising into the air.

Yes, Demon!

Shui Luo jerked Adelia back, and then silently recited the incantation in her heart at full speed. Along the way, the companions had fallen one by one, and now it was his turn to fulfill the oath of the Silvermoon guards.

At that moment, the chaos in the Ten Thousand Beasts Forest expanded again.

Blanc, who was paying attention to all this from afar, was listening to the report of his subordinates on the situation of the battle.

As the information continued to gather, the wrinkles on Brunce's forehead stretched slightly. Judging from the reports of contact that have returned from various places, it is not only the demons and their men, but also the Silvermoon guards and the children of the Silvermoon that they are desperately protecting have been surrounded in a narrow area. The Blood Helmets that have been put in are already methodically cleaning up everything in the encirclement.

So far, everything is going according to plan, except for that ultimate goal.

For Blarans, the Sons of the Silver Moon are not terrible, and although the Silvermoon bloodline will always leave some heirs somewhere, it is only a simple matter to find and clean up these children who are powerless to resist the King's Sword. But the existence of the Silver Moon guards broke all this, and they used every means to cover up the existence of the Children of the Silver Moon, and used their lives to defend those sinners who shed the blood of the Silver Moon Bloodline, so that the Silver Moon Blood has survived to this day.

The swords of the kings of the past have infiltrated the organization of the Silver Moon Guards more than once, and have dealt brutal blows to them again and again, but the Silver Moon Guards still survive tenaciously, and only by completely destroying the Silver Moon Guards can they truly cut off the Silver Moon bloodline, otherwise no one knows if they will hide a child with the blood of the Silver Moon in some corner of the world.

This time, Bai Langsi's sword blade is obviously not just aimed at the Son of the Silver Moon.

Just as Blahrence was deep in thought, Prince Zoenmi, who had been waiting by the side, stepped forward and took the initiative to plead, "Now that the whereabouts of the demon and the children of the silver moon have been determined, let me go and clean them up, now this chaos has affected too many unrelated people." ”

Hearing Zoenmi's request, Brunce waved his hand lightly, his sharp gaze projecting back onto Zoenmi's face.

"Now is not the time to use the Guardians, after all, the woman behind the Silvermoon guards hasn't been seen yet. Let's wait, the Son of the Silver Moon hasn't reached the point where his life hangs by a thread. ”

Hearing this, Zhuo Enmi quickly lowered his head, tried his best to hide the uneasiness in his heart, and replied in a low voice.

"I'm sorry, I didn't think it through, I was too anxious. ”

With that, Dzoenmi quietly stepped back to the side, and then looked anxiously at the area in front of him that was shrouded in fire.