"If you can do it, you can try it——!"

Brand waved the word "red-backed shrike" and roared angrily.

He used his fighting energy to the extreme, and the violent energy swam wildly within him, and the pain in his path was like a pinprick in his pass, and it became more and more intense.

It was a sign of his body's imminent collapse and a testament to the peak of his power.

"Haa——!!a

In the roar of the beast, the strangely shaped spear suddenly slashed from top to bottom, like a divine axe that opened the world, unstoppable! The terrifying and furious fighting spirit poured into it, and even caused the spear to let out a painful wail.

The blades clashed, and the roar of heavy war drums resounded all around.

"Come with me to hell! Javier Salmondo ——!! ”

Brand's eyes were covered with dense bloodshots, and the veins on his forehead were bulging, like a centipede burrowing into them, and it was obvious that he was enduring unimaginable pain.

Javier looked coldly at Brand's last counterattack, and said lightly: "No, the person who is going to hell at this moment...... You're the only one! ”

His eyes flashed blue, and a azure curtain of light suddenly appeared behind him, and countless ripples slowly spread out like ripples on the surface of the lake, just like the treacherous artistic creation of an art master, full of strange beauty.

Without warning, the blue light suddenly turned into an endless blade of wind, tearing through the air, screaming and rushing out, shooting at Brand in a rush.

Locked by such a dense attack, Brand has no intention of relying on "evil ghosts" to resist.

He jumped back a few times in a row, and the whole person was already out of the attack range of the wind blade, and at this time, the ground in front of him was full of sharp cracks like being cut by the sword.

However, before Brand could breathe a sigh of relief, a giant azure hand was pressed straight down from the sky, as if it was about to crush him into meat scraps!

As calculated, as soon as he was out of the Wind Blade's attack range, the giant hand was already approaching, leaving him no time to dodge.

If you want to survive, you can only resist one way!

With a roar, Brand didn't flinch in the slightest, and brandished his spear to meet him.

That momentum, like a warrior rushing towards thousands of troops alone!

With a loud bang, the cyan giant hand was shattered by Brand's shot, and he himself was shaken back several steps by the escaping torrent of violent energy, each step was a deep footprint.

It worked!

As soon as this thought came to mind, the next moment, Javier's cold voice like a grim reaper suddenly sounded from behind Brand.

"It's a beautiful response, but that's the end of it."

When? Damn it! Could it be that all my actions were expected by him!?

Cold sweat instantly soaked Brand's back, because of the continuous outbursts of fighting energy, he is now in a very delicate stage of weakness, although it only takes a few more seconds for him to recover, but Javier obviously will not give him this chance.

Brand tried his best to control his body and turned around as fast as he could, but the all-tearing spear was already close at hand!

The flickering gunlight is cold and cruel, making people despair.

Can't hide!

In the next second, the cavalry spear pierced straight into Brand's chest, the blade of the spear rotated at high speed, carrying irresistible penetrating power, coupled with the cutting power of the wind element, even the "demon haunting" known for its strong defense could not resist!

Only a "poof" sound was heard, and the cavalry spear had already passed through the chest, and the blood-stained spear head was exposed to the moonlight, and the blood carried the illusion of bewitchment.

For a moment, the air on the battlefield seemed to freeze, and everyone witnessed the image of Brand being pierced, which was the last scene of him as a warrior.

Coughing up a mouthful of blood, Brand knew that his heart had been shattered, his breath quickly wilted, and the violent fighting energy shuttled through his body uncontrollably, destroying muscles and bones, tearing muscles, and turning him into a bloody man in the blink of an eye.

"Farewell, Brand."

A faint gloom flashed in Javier's eyes, and then quickly retracted and became colder and colder.

He raised his hand and drew his cavalry spear, and the thick blood immediately gushed out, dyeing his black uniform a darker and darker color.

Brand collapsed straight to the ground, his demon-haunted armor disappearing in a cloud of white smoke, his pupils dilated, and his life faded.

“…… It's really you...... I've tried so hard...... But still there's no chance of winning you......"

Brand's voice was faint, and he could die at any moment now.

“…… I'll be waiting for you in hell...... By that time...... Again, the same as before...... Let's have a drink ......"

He slowly closed his eyes, and his breath disappeared completely.

"100 beheaded" Brand, killed.

Let's go all the way, and hopefully we'll still be friends when we meet again at the end of hell.

Javier closed his eyes slightly, forcibly suppressing the negative emotions surging in his heart, but he still felt an indescribable bitterness.

Killing his best friend with his own hands is not something that can be completely suppressed by willpower alone.

At that moment, a terrible roar suddenly sounded in his ears, containing endless anger and sorrow, like the wail of a wounded beast.

"Ahh——!h You bastard! Dare to put the big brother ——!! ”

Tazmi's eyes were red, and he almost went crazy with the feeling of self-blame and humiliation as he watched his most respected big brother being killed while he couldn't do anything about it!

It's because of his lack of strength, and because of his weakness, he's had enough of it!

Tazmi ran forward frantically, his sword-wielding hand trembling slightly with rage, and he glared at the man he had admired so much, and all that remained in his heart was hatred.

Javier frowned, he was already in a bad mood, he suddenly felt that Tazmi was extremely noisy, and his eyes were sharp, and he was about to send this unknown newcomer boy and Brand on the road together.

He had just raised his cavalry gun when suddenly, an alarm struck!

Javier decisively abandoned Tazmi, took a wrong step at his feet, and his body was already far away from the distance of more than ten meters.

In the next second, the colorless and transparent "Heavenly Cloud Sword" slashed down with a terrifying wind-breaking air current, and the earth could not form any obstacles like crispy tofu, and was easily cut into the depths of the ground.

"It's a dangerous weapon, it's no joke if it's slashed."

Javier said lightly, looking at Susanoo like a lion staring at his prey.

"You're the last card of Night Raid, and as long as you get out again, Night Raid won't have any chance of turning the tables around."

Javier flipped his wrist and threw out a few spears at random, with a slightly dangerous smile on his face: "Come on, immortal, watch me smash your core!" ”

"I won't let you get my wish."

Susanoo's brow was furrowed to the extreme, and he rarely showed such a solemn expression.

Although he had lived for thousands of years, he had never met such a terrifying powerhouse as Javier, and that suffocating and powerful aura poured out, as if it was about to devour the people around him.

Win?

Well, that's not realistic, no matter how you look at it, it's only a matter of time before he loses.

Evacuate?

It doesn't seem to be a joke, every member of the "night attack" is stared at to death, and there are hundreds of guards outside around here, where can they escape?

"Night Raid" seems to be in danger of total extinction this time.

……

A dark cloud obscured the bright moon, and the battle on the scene was nearing its end.

Red Hitomi, Mayne, and Leonai are in a stalemate with Arowen, Seleuc, and Lan, and they can't tell the winner for a while.

Everyone in "Falcon" saw the situation clearly at this time and knew that now the overall situation had been decided, as long as it was delayed until Javier defeated Susanoo, it would be a victory!

Therefore, they invariably chose the most advantageous tactic, that is, to slow down the pace of the battle, delay time, and not give the "night attack" a chance to counterattack before death.

The situation was very unfavorable for the "night attack".

Brand was defeated and died, Lubbo was seriously injured and dying, and Najeta was now in a state where she could not fight, and the "Night Raid" seemed to have really run out of tricks.

Tazmi knelt beside Brand's body, looking at the fatal wound on Brand's chest and his bloody body, torn by the fighting spirit, and wanted to shed tears.

Night Raid...... Is that really the end there?

No! Can't give up! Big brother, he fought until the last moment!

Tazmi raised his head slightly, looking at a silver-white blunt knife stuck diagonally not far away, which was the body of the "evil ghost", and a hint of determination and determination flashed in his turquoise pupils.

The eldest brother said that "haunted by evil spirits" is a great burden on the equipment holder, and ordinary people will die immediately if they wear it.

But I've been trained by my big brother for a long time, and I should have a chance to be recognized by the emperor, and I don't have any other choice now.

We must fight!

To protect your companions, to overthrow this rotten empire!

Even if I die, I'm going to fight!

Tazmi's hand gripped the handle of the blunt knife, and with a grit of his teeth, he pulled it out and held it high in the air.

"Ancient beings who dwell in armor, Tyrande, answer my call—"

"Demon-haunted ——!!"

The atmosphere shook, and the sleeping ancient life seemed to suddenly awaken, and a huge dragon-shaped phantom wrapped in armor appeared out of thin air.

Its scarlet cross pupils were full of cruelty and tyranny, its bloody mouth showed sharp fangs that shimmered with a cold and cold light, and a thunderous roar came clearly from its throat, and the power of Pei Mo could even change the color of the heavens and the earth.

This is Tyrande, an incredible life that has survived to this day, even though it was made into the material of the Imperial Tool!

It doesn't matter how painful it is.

It doesn't matter how heavy the cost.

I don't want anyone to die anymore.

I can't stand being weak anymore.

So, give me strength!

Even if you give up this human body, you don't hesitate to do it—

Give me the power to bring down all the irrational things in this world!

I'm going to...... Inherit the will of the eldest brother!!

……

Tazmi made such a big move, and it was naturally impossible for Javier not to notice it.

Even if he didn't miss anything, he didn't expect that there would be a qualified person who was "haunted by evil ghosts" in the "Night Attack", which was quite a variable!

There is a desire to get rid of this scourge before things become irreparable, but Susanoo, who has an immortal body, is really difficult to deal with, and even Javier can't solve him quickly with that kind of play that doesn't care about his own damage.

This side was held back, and Tazmi was able to complete the transformation without any problems.

A dazzling red light flashed, and the silver-white steel warrior holding the "red-backed shrike" appeared in front of Javier's eyes so suddenly.

It was obviously very different from Brand's transformation, and the thing that wrapped around Tazmi's body was not so much armor as the hard dragon scales that fused with Tazmi.

Javier frowned slightly, he sensed something unusual about Tazmi.

Tazmi's state at this time is not like he is in control of the "haunted by evil spirits", if I have to find an explanation, he is more like he has been swallowed by the "haunted by evil spirits" - or rather, he is slowly assimilating with Tyrande who lives in the imperial tool!

Although it is a power obtained by abnormal means, there is no doubt that Tazmi is strong now.

The sense of oppression that naturally emanates from walking, in Javier's perception, is even stronger than the burning fighting Bland!

Such an appalling rate of growth is unheard of even in the entire history of the empire!

Provided, of course...... Tazmi is still a personal word for now.