"We must continue to advance, the enemy has lost one of their leaders!"

Greyfax no longer had a scroll to heal her injuries, but she still shouted, walking at the front of the line, slashing down the screaming berserkers.

The Death Watch warriors were so encouraged that even Father Anderson, who had managed to reduce his stress, had to face a tidal wave of attacks once again.

"My father, is this your choice?"

Karn sat on the brass throne, his eyes piercing the inquisitors as he drew nearer, seeing through time and space, and initiating a dialogue with the existence of the subspace.

"Alright then, I, comply."

His voice became calm and deep, yet it was heard by every warrior.

"Launched, the wind is blowing."

As he spoke, the marshal who found the problem tapped on the hull of the chariot standing up, and the chariot of the arrogant fortress slowly advanced with Marshal Sigismund.

"Demon, I'm going to do it to you—"

With a sword in one hand, the Inquisitor Lady Greyfax stood fearlessly in front of the brass throne, surrounded by the berserkers she had slain.

But her words of generosity were not finished, and she never had a chance to finish them again.

The tall demigod, Betrayal Karn, leapt from his throne and raised his artifact-level battle axe.

The speed was too fast for people to react, and even with the strength of the Inquisitor, he could barely raise his sword high to make a defensive posture.

It's a pity that it's in vain, in front of Karn, who has killed countless people, this female warrior is too young and naïve, and most importantly - too weak.

"Kala-ka!"

With the clear sound of a crystal bursting, the seemingly strong two-handed sword burst through the middle, and then exploded into dusty debris.

The sword, and then the armor, also burst, disintegrating, crumbling and falling like a wall under impact, turning into useless pieces of scrap metal.

In the end, the inquisitor's strong body slowly fell, and the blood flowed so much that he swallowed his last breath before he could even finish his words.

One blow kills, for Karn, this immature novice leader is no different from an ordinary warrior, except that she has just completed the task given to him by the subspace evil god for Karn without her own knowledge, and this killing maniac still appreciates this female warrior.

"The blood god is above! Praise the God of Blood!! ”

The warriors of the Brass Throne stood beside this warrior of pure rage, and their morale was boosted to an extremely perverted level, and each of them seemed to have become the gods of war, killing the clans of the gods.

Then, Dragor's tearful face froze, and instead of Akon, who had been fighting him, he was in front of him, but the giant-like red armor.

"Demons!"

Inquisitor Caldodrago shouted

"What the hell are you, what kind of monster?"

Karn groaned, but his hand didn't stop, and the great axe [Blood Father] fell, just as it had just now.

The disparity in strength is too large, resulting in all geniuses and skills being empty talk, and pure strength cannot be defended, especially in this chaotic battlefield.

As Drago's remains collapsed with cold tears in their eyes, Karn's eyes saw the old man leaping from his chariot as well.

He didn't know the strange old man in black, but he knew the sword.

"Black sword?"

Karn's question went unanswered, and Sigismund walked through the battlefield without hurry.

Every berserker who tried to rush to his side was slain by the arrogant fortress that roared behind him and fired non-stop cannons, or burned to char by flowing fire.

The old man didn't say a word, and his eyes became sharper and sharper, as if he had turned into a physical version of a sharp sword that pierced all enemies, revealing a sharpness that could not be concealed.

"This is not your place, old fellow."

Frustrated with self-confidence, Akon seemed to be eager to prove himself, and even rushed directly at Field Marshal Sigismund, raising his sword.

As the cannonball blasted, a black barrier appeared in front of him, blocking all blast damage for the mysterious warrior.

"Please die, rotten and fragile life!"

The big sword was directly slashed from the head, and the old man's sword that was not good at fighting was directly killed before he could pull it out, directly shattering the enemy's military heart.

Akon was still young, he thought so, but only completed the split.

No one saw Sigismund's movements, and it seemed that he just stood still for a moment. The old man then bypassed the proud bastard and demonic half-blood, and continued on his way, but motioned for his car to stay where he was and fight, and then his own battlefield followed.

"For—why !!"

A streak of blood began to spread from Akon's face and eventually passed through his entire body, like a paintbrush that crossed the dimension and drew a clear curve on his body.

"Father... Did I let you- disappointed? ”

His eyes were hollow, and beneath the shattered armor were the scars of Akon's body, devastated by the fire of hell but still resisting.

He didn't know where he was looking, and the disintegration of his body made it impossible for him to look back at the man who had been protecting him.

"Click-"

Like the sound of some shattering, this mysterious and powerful bastard fell like this, and his body was almost split in half, killing with one blow, and there was no room for turn.

"You're wrong, he's just a kid after all."

Sigismund slowly stood up with his hat, revealing his silver hair, staring at Karn, who seemed to be motionless.

"Come on, the last battle, let's get started."

For the first time, the black sword was grasped by the old man's hands, and Karn clutched his own blood axe.

The terrifying killing intent formed a terrifying vortex in the area where the two people looked at each other directly, and even the souls of the ordinary soldiers and berserkers affected were shattered and turned into a useless body without consciousness.

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Demon King City, between the thrones, the time is unknown.

"Old dwarf, are you sure this coordinate is okay??"

The six-armed undead sword Saint Raven was wearing a brand new battle armor, sharpening his blade, and there was still a pipe in his mouth that had been completely skeletonized, and he was very lonely and speechless.

The Dwarven Craftsman is locating with the help of several goblins, standing in front of an extremely large portal, fiddling with the complex platform that controls the positioning and opening of the teleporter.

"Less nonsense, now I'm pretty sure, this is the data coordinates that the Golden Tooth kid exchanged for his life, give me a good performance."

"Okay"

When Sir Raven stood up, his height was impressive.

The massive six-armed skeleton slowly walked to the portal and turned around.

"Send me over, I'll be the vanguard for you!"