Ten, eight, six, four, a mixture of brave battles were finally left with only a small encirclement under the blows of the combined forces, and at the outermost part of the encirclement was Opicles, the eldest son of God, who had been focusing on the attack, but had never taken his life.

"Die! Hybrid freak!"

Phoenix lunged at a hybrid marauder under a powerful back thruster. The battle-hardened warrior chose an excellent angle of attack and a speed that would be difficult for a normal hybrid to react to, allowing Phoenix's blade to pierce through the hybrid's body in an instant.

The battered but still strong hybrid pressed its psionic claws against the purifier's shield. As the golden shield flickered under the pressure of the claws, Phoenix's mind grew angry.

The powerful arm clamped directly to the door of the hybrid's head.

The three side-by-side, super-powerful prototypes give Phoenix the conditions to be as powerful as a hybrid hard steel.

The braincase of the hybrid creaked under the blessing of the external force, and the shield that Phoenix had been continuously consumed under the long-term high-intensity battle had reached a critical point, and the incredible psionic power of the hybrid instantly tore the shield when the purifier's shield was consumed to the extreme, and then tore through Phoenix's armor in the flying sparks.

Enraged by the shadow of death, the hybrid has forgotten the truth that swapping with the Purifier is a loss. The Purifier's body is destroyed, and they can easily transfer their personality to another mass-produced body. Even a costly prototype like Phoenix would only give the purifiers a little trouble.

What's more, whether the swap can be successful or not is a question.

"Boom!"

The sound of bones exploding was like a pebble thrown into the stormy waves at the scene of the battle, and no one cared. After crushing the hybrid's skull, Phoenix, dragging the damaged body, lifted the entire monster up with the blade that pierced the hybrid's body, and then threw it to the ground. In an instant, the disgusting monster was split in half with a single sword.

Phoenix knocks out a hybrid, instantly catching Opicles' attention. The former Daram hero rushed to the prototype.

Phoenix is a formidable and invincible fighter, but that doesn't mean his victories are all won by reckless combat. He knew that his shield was gone, and that fighting would only cost him the body of his prototype - the cost of rebuilding one was so high that Phoenix passed on the glory of killing or capturing Opicles to the other warriors.

There were only two hybrids present, with several Dark Templars eyeing one of the hybrids, while several other Ancient Zealots were eyeing Opicles.

The eager zealot was about to take his first step, when a vigilante rushed towards Opicles from far away wielding a blade of light.

"Die! Traitor! ”

The fanatic took a step forward chanting Opicles' disgusted slogan, and in the split second of his lunge with his legs, the zealot continued to leap to his feet. Behind the hands of the leaping warriors, the tomahawks emitted the rays of the sun.

Opicis even composes such a picture for the fanatic, who uses the force of the fall to split Opicis in half, and then he has a supreme glory - it will never happen.

In the midst of his thoughts, Opicis extracted the psionic energy in his body, which resonated with the biomass in the fanatic's body. This resonance is at its maximum when the fanatic jumps to the highest point. Countless biomass erupted from the Zealot's body in clumps of blue matter, piercing the Zealot's shield and merging with Opicles' body.

Absorbing biomass is not just for healing, but can also sometimes have the effect of changing the battle.

The intense pain forced the Zealot to release his grip on the solar-powered battle axe in mid-air, transforming the Zealot from a murderous sword into a non-threatening little mouse.

Opicles planned the trajectory of the fanatic's fall, and the psionic blade slashed away, and the fanatic was slashed in two - something was wrong!

The fanatic, who had long since died in Opicles' eyes, twisted his body in the air, and the tomahawk clenched in one hand twisted and slashed out a small half-arc.

Ancient Star Spirit Warriors, every warrior who has climbed the Spear of Arden as the most difficult morale to support the Star Spirit in the coming years, whether it is combat effectiveness, combat experience, or intelligence, it is extremely top-notch. So much so that now Opicles has witnessed the power of these great warriors - one move hides another move, and even if it is plotted, he can immediately find ways and means to deal with it.

Opicles took the Zealot's tomahawk blow with his thick carapace shoulder, and then swung the blade of his arm at the warrior again.

Eventually, the Zealot could not change the scene of facing death, and after being split in half, the warrior roared, "For El! ”

A sentence for El directly ignited the anger of the remaining fanatics. These fanatics no longer think about useless dogmas, and charge straight at the lunge, striking the hybrid with the furiest gesture.

Several of the oncoming fanatics drew Opicles' full attention, and after a slight circle, the fanatics unleashed their own furious attacks at the same time.

Under the ribs, on the top of the head, on the chest, on the back. Tomahawks howled in all directions with fierce winds, and Opicles, alone in his arms, stabbed the last of his blades at the zealots in front of him.

The Zealot's body was pierced, but countless battle axes also managed to shatter Opicles' carapace, and the burst of blood and psionic energy seemed to foreshadow the traitor Templar's fate.

Seeing the battered Opicis by the almost dismantled hybrid of the warblades, he suddenly remembered the hope that the Shadow of Aemon had hoped for him, and the loyal warrior gave Opicis the last of his strength, the last of his biomass.

Clusters of blue light from their hybrid companions flew through the walls of the Zealots and fused into Opicles' body, replenishing psionic energy and healing wounds. As if reborn, Opichris sent a circle of psionic blasts on the surface of his body, forcing the fanatics around him back.

A battle axe with a handle inserted into its body fell from the wriggling of the wound, and Opicis stared at all the star spirits present. And the Star Spirit looked back with the same hatred.

"Son!"

Canranta the Purifier ran towards Opicles with the lines of his blade rubbing against the air.

(End of chapter)