Moon is not in good shape right now, very bad!

The sudden promotion of Dou Qi certainly gave him more powerful combat power, but the state of entering the demon not only made him more crazy and stronger, but also allowed him to burst out almost all of his maximum combat power in a very short period of time.

Of course, Moon in this state is terrifying, and the results he has achieved are also strong. The corpses of seventeen rival warriors lay around and behind Moon. Among them is also a captain of the opposing warrior squad with a level 5 fighting spirit.

But what Moon didn't know was that in front of him, a figure who was shorter than him, but even more stout, had been obscured by blood.

It was the leader of the warrior squad of the Gutan King's ** regiment he was a member of, Tarchi. And his only friend in this squad of warriors.

Moon, who has been completely filled with hatred, has become taciturn and indifferent since he came to the Dark Empire. And the hatred and fierce light that flashed in his eyes from time to time made the people around him dare not approach. Even after joining the second squad of the 1st Stormtrooper Regiment of the Gutan Kingdom's warrior legion, Moon was a bit out of step with the other warrior team members.

But captain Tudge is an exception. Tucky is a veteran mercenary with a somewhat short temper, but his generous and straightforward personality makes the other fighters on the team respect him. Like Moon, Tuki is also a mid-level warrior with a fifth-level fighting spirit.

Perhaps it was the instinct of a veteran mercenary, or perhaps it was the respect that Moon was no less powerful than him, and Tuch felt that Moon was the kind of person who could rely on him behind his back. So, in this squad of warriors, Captain Tudge has always taken good care of him. After half a year of getting along, in this warrior legion of the Gutan Empire, only Tage is his friend.

Moon's enchantment allowed him to exert fearsome bravery in his frenzied outbursts, but naturally it also attracted more and stronger attacks from rival warriors. Captain Tudge, who had been trying to rush in front of him, blocked most of those attacks for him. The price was that Tarch had suffered far more serious injuries than Moon.

But as the short burst period passed, the fighting energy in his body was almost depleted, and Moon's movements had begun to slow down, and the axe and gun in his hand that were gradually getting heavier could no longer be wielded as indestructible. Moon, who had already rushed into the opponent's group of warriors, was soon met with a more fierce counterattack and siege.

Tucky, who was still bravely rushing in front of Moon, was foaming at the mouth of his mouth, but he was still shouting and fighting.

The extremely rapid and heavy gasp of breath caused Moon's rapidly expanding lungs to feel tearing pain. The wide, pale, chapped lips made him look like a fish that had been out of the water and had been exposed to the sun all day, and was about to dry out. The incomparably thick bloody air around him and the air completely moistened with blood did not make his throat and lungs, which were almost dry and cracked, any better.

Large beads of sweat washed countless small ditches in the thick layer of blood on his face. Beads of sweat mixed with blood were thrown out in all directions with the fierce movements, and only a few fleeting pink colors were reflected in the mid-air around him.

The axe in his hand, which had become extremely heavy, was now more like a strange hammer with a large iron block on top of an iron rod. The completely crumbling blade and the completely smoothed tip had made the axe gun lose its sharpness and sharpness. In a few swings that were no longer powerful, the most damage the axe could inflict on the enemy was only to leave one shallow pit or dent after another in the enemy's hard armor.

Moon, whose eyes were still blood-red, was still desperate. But it seems that he is more like he is fighting for his own life, but he can't get the price paid by the enemy. And Moon's body hurts everywhere. Whether it was the soreness in the muscles of his body or the stinging pain in the wounds all over his body, Moon only felt a numbness in the countless intense pains that could not distinguish which and which came from his body.

The figure of Captain Tudge, who had been rushing in front of him, disappeared at some point. When did he fall? Moon didn't know, couldn't pay attention, and didn't want to think about it. His brain, which had become drowsy, and his eyes were gradually blurring, he could only mechanically reluctantly raise the axe and gun in his hand, which had become heavier and heavier, and slash out again...... Again, and again.

Two trembling arrows still stuck in his shoulders and thighs did not seem to hinder his movements. It's just that with his fierce movements, more blood flowed out of the shaft of the arrow.

Extreme weakness, exhaustion, and pain made him want to lie down like this, but the anger still burning in his heart and the miserable struggle of his wife Ainelle, who rose in his mind from time to time, made Moon unwilling, unwilling, unwilling to give up.

Why hasn't a sharp knife cut off his own neck yet? Why hasn't a sharp spear been stabbed into his chest yet? Feeling extremely painful and exhausted, Moon even began to think about it at this time. He couldn't hold on anymore.

But the drowsy Moon didn't notice that he was protected by the flying canister around him, and several fatal attacks were blocked by the extremely fast canister.

And Han Feng, who was floating in the sky, was having a headache at this time, how to get this damn big man out of the battlefield? Rushing out with Moon's body like this was not a problem, but it would attract the attention of the other fighters around him. The warriors present were not blind, and it would be terrible if they alarmed the group of dark mages not far away.

In fact, at this time, the medicine jar circling around Moon had already attracted the attention of the surrounding warriors. The ranks of the opposing warriors had clearly begun to gather around Moon, and it seemed that there was a posture of besieging Moon again.

Seeing that the situation was critical, Han Feng quickly made a decision: since he couldn't get out for the time being, let's try to save his life first.

The medicine jar that had just helped Moon block a war knife on the left suddenly flew to the back of Moon's head.

With a "bang", Moon, who was still wearing a helmet, felt a pain in the back of his head, and then his eyes went black, and he finally fell forward softly.

But then, a spear from behind stabbed him in the back of his fallen body. The spear-wielding warrior of the Light Camp, although he clearly felt that the tip of his spear had pierced something, he didn't see the splash of blood, but he didn't have time to take a closer look, and the attack from behind him made him quickly draw his spear and turn around to block.

Obviously, the medicine jar that flew in time once again blocked the deadly attack of this spear. Then, taking advantage of the fact that the fallen Moon no longer attracted the attention of the soldiers in the fierce battle around him, Han Feng quietly manipulated several corpses around him to press on the unconscious Moon.

After covering Moon's body with a corpse, he let the medicine jar quietly pour a blood light into Moon, so that he would not really hang up due to serious injuries and blood loss.

Han Feng then controlled the medicine jar and flew to the next surviving demon target. Now he could sense that there were less than ten demon warriors who were barely alive. And it is also distributed around the battlefield. This made Han Feng feel very tricky. Distance wasn't an issue, but it was very difficult not to attract the attention of the large number of mages in the field.

At this time, at the edge of the other end of the battlefield, under the light of a brilliant holy light, the clergy team of the Church of Light is finally about to appear!