Although the two fighters regained their fighting spirit, the gap in strength did not shorten. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info On the one hand, there are "awakened people" who have fallen from warriors to demons a hundred years ago, and on the other hand, there are two girls who have been warriors for less than two years, and it is self-evident which is stronger and which is weaker. Coleridge has a huge body, and naturally this body also contains unimaginable magical power. Originally, male warriors were stronger than female warriors, but after awakening, they broke through the limits of the human form and became more terrifying. Sulfura and Jaslin realized this first-hand at this time.

For Coleridge's ordinary blow, which was just a wave of his hand, Sulfona needed to roll and dodge with all her strength. If Coleridge wielded both furry arthropods at the same time, Jacelyn would need to consider whether he would need to use his most advanced sword skills to fend off. Conversely, Sulfur couldn't even get close to Coleridge. Jaslin's sword slashed the monster several times, but it didn't make it bleed. An attack that could not break through the opponent's defense was meaningless at all, and after constantly sensing this with the big sword in his hand, Jaslin showed a somewhat gray expression.

"I'm sorry, Sulfona. It seems to be much stronger than we thought......"

Sulfona was silent. Indeed, Coleridge was incredibly strong. Previously, Jaslin was able to repel the opponent while it was in human form, perhaps by accident. Coleridge got serious, and the two girls had no chance of winning. If Coleridge's words were true, a "man of unusual appetite" like him would have been able to barely deal with it by a crusade team of five to seven warriors. This squad must also have a dozen or so strong fighters, even single digits.

Sulfona opened her mouth to say something to Justling. But suddenly, a very bad feeling welled up in her heart. If you've ever walked in a summer field, you'll know that sometimes the clouds in the sky suddenly obscure the scorching sun. People who have been exposed to the sun for a long time are suddenly covered in shadows, and their hearts will suddenly feel a panic. Sulfona was going through a similar experience. In an instant, Sulfona's senses broke through the limit. Sight, smell, hearing, and even the ethereal "blindness" all come together. She noticed a black shadow approaching, and Jaslin was the first to bear the brunt. In this world of senses, Jaslin was like a petite sparrow, and the dark shadow was flying down in the form of a falcon.

"Get out of the way!"

Jaslin was oblivious to all of this, and she stared blankly at Sulfona.

Without time to explain further, Sulfona held out her hand in a daze. Just as she had silenced Jaslin before, she was now going to let the sparrow escape from under the falcon's beak.

Jaslin looked at Sulfona beside her blankly, and her face turned pale. Sulfona seemed to be shouting something, but Jaslin didn't hear it - or she did, but her brain didn't have time to understand it, and her body couldn't respond to it. Sulfona's hand then gently touched Jaslin's abdomen, and Jaslin felt the spot feel as if it had been burned by a soldering iron. At this moment, she clearly realized that "that thing" in her belly was stimulated, and then she went crazy irrepressibly. Jaslin's eyes lit up with gold, and her body stirred up demonic power. Inexplicable anger and the thrill of self-release filled her heart, and she poured this power into her feet and flew to her feet. And it was this jump that got her out of the trap -

In the white snow, two black shadows suddenly extended. The shadow hovered like a serpent, then emerged from the snow. Jaslin's jump dodged the insidious assault, and it was only after she landed that she figured out what was going on. Underneath Coleridge's body were four pitch-black whips, as tough as oil-soaked twine, with sharp blades as sharp as a sickle at the very end. Coleridge manipulates the Whip, which is buried in the snow, and constantly attacks Jaslin. She was most annoyed with Jaslin, and he felt that Jaslin was also the most dangerous. Jaslin used his broadsword to block the continuous attacks, and the blade at the end of the whip collided with the greatsword in a metallic crunch.

"This ...... What is this?!"

Jaslin couldn't be blamed for being surprised, Sulfona had made the same mistake as her. When they first saw Coleridge, they subconsciously thought of him as a spider. However, demons are not spiders, and spiders cannot grow so big. Sulfona felt annoyed in her heart, this sloppiness almost made a big mistake. I am afraid that Coleridge used this tentacle buried in the snow to detect the location of the two men when he came. Seeing that Coleridge had a lot more arthropods than ordinary spiders, it should have been noticed that it was not an ordinary creature.

Coleridge smirked, he had the upper hand in the battle, and he didn't mind bringing more despair to the two juniors. He wants to share his despair for a hundred years after becoming a demon, and let them beer together.

Jacelyn was unable to fend off a barrage of whiplash and arthropod attacks. Coleridge focused all the pressure on Jaslin in order to get rid of an opponent as quickly as possible. It also saw that Sulfona, who didn't have a big sword, only had the ability to dodge, and couldn't inflict effective attacks. However, it also gave Sulfona a chance. Supporting her fragile body with trembling legs, she ran to Jaslin's side. Jaslin had drawn his sword to block Coleridge's whip with a single blow. The sudden appearance of Sulfona made her body hesitate, and her posture couldn't help but deform. However, the big sword infused with the demonic power of her whole body retained a terrifying inertia, and Jaslin's sword momentum collapsed in an instant, and her body was deflected by the big sword in her hand.

The greatswords used by the warriors are almost always about half the weight of their bodies. However, the fighters have been exposed to the big sword since they were trainees, and basically they will not make the mistake of "not being able to control the big sword". Jaslin was secretly annoyed, even if Sulfur appeared suddenly, she should have calmly dodged. But there was no room for thought in the fight, and Jaslin at least tried to keep his balance. She staggered to her right foot, as if she was about to be carried headlong into the snow without falling. Holding this position, Jaslin suddenly felt that his whole body was heating up. Unlike the scorching sensation of using demonic power, this heat does not come out of the abdomen, but from every corner of the body. The force caused the greatsword to slash through the air in a larger arc, also deviating from its original position. Jaslin watched in horror as Coleridge's whip flew in her face with the sound of the wind. If this trajectory is correct, the sharp blade on the whip will split Jaslin's head in the next second.

At this moment, Jaslin suddenly felt a little ridiculous. Just now, I was still making a lot of nonsense, saying "so what", and I was about to stop singing so soon. Jaslin's death should have been a little more miserable. In the battlefield, against demons several times larger than themselves, keep fighting and finally the blood runs dry, and they die standing up. Or to the verge of awakening, begging trusted juniors to behead themselves in tears. It's ridiculous to think that in the far north where birds don't, dead at the hands of a big spider in the snow. Just as she was thinking this, the whip that kept rushing towards Justin's neck suddenly fell like a kite with a broken string. Jaslin was stunned for a long time before she realized that there was some subtle collision in her hand, and her big sword did not block the whip but directly cut off the whip.

Jaslin felt inexplicable, how could there be such a lucky thing in the world. Besides, Jaslin had kissed Greatsword and Whip several times before, and Jaslin knew very well that his strength could not cut off Whip. Jaslin looked at Sulfona, and she thought it must have been Sulfona's fault. Sulfona's face looked even paler, and her voice sounded as ethereal as snowflakes.

"I just used you as a great sword without permission. ”

"What does that mean?"

Jaslin felt inexplicable, she was not a weapon, how could she be "used"? If Sulfur said that she had borrowed her great sword without authorization, it would be better to understand. But it was Jaslin herself who delivered the blow, and she clearly felt the burning sensation of the hilt of the great sword sinking deep into her palm. Sulfona had just run over, she hadn't even come close to the sword or the whip.

- Could she force herself to deliver that blow just by moving?

The thought crossed Jaslin's mind for a moment, though she immediately threw it out of her mind. How can there be such a thing in the world? In battle, just seeing the enemy's attack is already a whole experience. How could Sulfona predict her reaction, and even choose when and how to appear according to her reaction? If not, there must be something else in this. Jaslin almost fell just now, but at that moment she felt her body tense naturally, and then all the power that continued in her body was fully activated. This move is a bit like the swordsmanship that Van Lenttina used before, could it be that he imitated her swordsmanship in the dark?

However, Coleridge was reluctant to give the warrior more time to think. He roared in pain and irritation, and the strange sound of metallic sounds echoed through the snow. The whiplash is its sensory organ and is also its predatory organ. He has too many arthropods, and all the maneuvers will inevitably collide with each other, and he is not very flexible. Therefore, it chooses to sneak up on its opponents with its tentacle whip hidden underground, and the perennial snow in the Northland gives it this possibility. But because of this, the nerves on its tentacle are quite distributed, and they are more concentrated at the ends. Now it was cut off by Jaslin's sword, and it was no less than a finger clipped. He was a little annoyed for a moment, why did he play games and gossip with these little girls before, since he was going to hunt them, he should show real effort.

Jaslin sensed the anger in the shaking of the snow. Coleridge's massive body sped like a cannonball, but as before, his sense of direction was not very good. Coleridge's body would graze Sulfur slightly and avoid Jaslin entirely, and Sulfur would only need to take one step to stay unharmed. But Sulfona sensed something was wrong and hurriedly rolled over. As she crouched on her stomach in the snow, Sulfona saw Jaslin's stiff face from an upside-down perspective. The spider, which was about to be wrong, suddenly changed direction, its black tentacle wrapped tightly around the tree, and began to spin with this as a fulcrum. Everyone has probably done similar things as children, but it's especially scary when a monster the size of a mountain does it. The book grabbed by the whip creaked and then was pulled off the roots, and the snow on the branches kept falling. But that was enough for Coleridge, who opened the compound eyes on his head and stared at Jaslin viciously.

Jaslin dodged.

She was known for her speed, but she disappeared in an instant. This was one of the effects of Jacelin's "Swift Sword", but this time her sword didn't slash in any direction, she just launched her sword skills to escape. This is a shame for the fighters. But the surprises continued. Coleridge, who missed the blow, let go of the whip and re-wrapped himself around another tree. The tree was quickly crumbled by the pulled roots, but Coleridge's body quickly adjusted to a new angle. It is constantly hovering around the trees around it, and it is impossible to imagine that its massive body can move so flexibly in the woods. The monster didn't care about Sulfura at all, just kept chasing Jaslin, and things gradually got worse. If Jaslin wants to stay at high speed, the load on his body is extremely high. Just when she was at a loss, she suddenly heard the sound of a big sword breaking through the air.

Just as Coleridge had buried his whip in the snow to attack Sulfona and Jaslin, several warriors had emerged from the ground this time. They clenched silver swords in their hands, like snow lotuses blooming from the snow. Although Jia Silin had never seen warriors cooperating against demons, or warriors fighting, the scene in front of her still shocked her. Fighting Coleridge were nine warriors, covering each other and getting closer to the monster. When the number of warriors was about the same as Coleridge's arthropods, the terrible demon appeared a little weak. Just as Coleridge was about to cast his whip, five more warriors emerged from the bushes, their white cloaks blending in perfectly with the surrounding snow. Jaslin looked at two people on the branches of the trees in the distance, who seemed to be the sentinels in charge of reconnaissance. And after that, in the vast forest, there seems to be countless hidden breaths.

For a time, more than a dozen warriors appeared in this forest. They perform their duties and advance and retreat in an orderly manner, almost like an army. Sulfona staggered over to Jacelyn, who also stared blankly at the fight. Although each of them was not strong, Coleridge was defeated by these new warriors. Now that the battlefield has shifted away from Jaslin, she has become a bystander.

"Are these Van Lentina's pursuers?" asked Jaslin.

"Not really. Sulfona shook her head, "I didn't have a dog, and it made me feel different. Moreover, these people look in disarray. ”

Embarrassed. When Jaslin looked closely, these people were like beggars. Although the greatsword in his hand remained intact, the leg armor that was not as durable as the greatsword had become tattered, and the warrior's uniform was riddled with holes. Some of the fighters wrap their bodies in rags, like sensational dancers in a bad bar. More fighters choose to expose their bare skin directly to the wind and snow.

But they were in good spirits. ”

Jaslin's words stunned Jaslin, and she noticed that the warriors had a sharp gaze in their eyes. Although the body was frozen a little stiff, the perseverance and temperament in the sword moves were displayed. Indeed, these people should not be Van Rentina's men. A guy who nests in a small town and enjoys the villagers' private wine can't have such a look. This is the look of a true warrior.

At this time, the situation of the new warriors and Coleridge also changed. At some point, the warriors hiding in the bushes have joined the battle, but the warriors standing on the branches are still in control. She doesn't make a different tone of whistle, and the warriors who hear it will change formation and face Coleridge. Before he knew it, one of Coleridge's arthropods had been cut off, and it had been stabbed several times in the abdomen.

The snow was stained with its ugly blood.

"Why?"

Jaslin couldn't help but murmur under his breath. These warriors seemed to be only thirty to forty ranks of strength, and the equipment on their bodies seemed to be damaged, but the strength of these people was to do what Jaslin couldn't do alone.

"This is the human method of fighting. Sulfona said in a sighing voice.

"What does that mean?"

"Remember the warriors who pursued us?"

Jaslin was stunned. He thought of what it had been like to be banished by people and hounds, and Coleridge might be tasting the same now. The warriors who rushed to the front covered each other like ferocious hounds. Although each one could hardly be called powerful, it kept Coleridge's attention. And the warrior who covers them from the bushes is like a falcon, and the warrior who sits cross-legged on the branch and looks down on everything is like a calm hunter.

Coleridge let out an angry roar, retracting its joints and thrusting them into the ground. For a while, an earthquake swept in, and the soldiers jumped up and stood on a high place to take refuge. The angry Awoken still had a shred of sanity, knowing that it would be consumed sooner or later if it continued to stay here. So it chose to wrap itself in its arthropods and sped through the snow like a wheel. The warriors who had been fighting with them stopped suddenly, as if they did not expect Coleridge to choose to flee so decisively. In the end, however, they only silently watched Coleridge leave, and did not make a pursuit. Sullena was probably worried that she had fallen into Coleridge's trap - after all, it was a spider, and it was not impossible that she would lay a trap somewhere. In this Van Rentina mentioned that there are several such terrible demons lurking in the Ojos Mountains. It's also wise to stay where you are and not choose to pursue.

"How could it be ......" Jaslin looked incredulous, "how could a warrior use such a tactic, this is simply ......"

"It doesn't look like a 'demon slayer'...... "Sulfur of demons" said with a wry smile, "The so-called demon slayer uses power above demons to destroy demons. Even if there are times when luck is bad and the enemy is strong and we are weak, the soldiers of the organization will definitely choose to sacrifice themselves. Although defensive warriors are more inclined to defend themselves in battle, it is also a strategy used to ensure victory in battle. ”

"But they're different. They are no longer the warriors of the organization, and these warriors use this tactic as if humans had hunted other animals since ancient times. Huddle together to fight more and fight less. When an enemy attacks one, use this opportunity to deal damage and pinn down. Even if they have the upper hand, they will not impulsively pursue the enemy when they flee in the wilderness, as if they do not care about victory or killing demons. ”

Sulfona watched with a blank look as the warriors who had driven out Coleridge regrouped.

"They are no longer 'warriors who slay demons', they are 'warriors who fight to survive'. Their first goal is not to kill, but to live. ”