The two hybrids each involved three Dark Templars, and the weaker Phase Technicians had fled the moment the Vigilant appeared. And at this moment, Opicles, who was standing in the middle of the storm, actually felt like he had nothing to do.

His father died, under the attack of a jumping worm.

Undoubtedly, this is a great mockery, the former Opicis was instilled with the idea that his father could single-handedly take on the whole world, but the cruelest reality is that he once gave himself a sense of security like a mountain Father is just a weak chicken who can't even beat a jumping worm.

A strange chill enveloped the zealot, even though he had held up a psionic shield that would help him resist the weather at the beginning of the attack. But this strange cold enveloped his body like light.

Ah, my great father.....

Suddenly, Opicis felt as if he was being pointed to the head by a blade, and at this time, the battle-hardened warrior finally realized that this cold did not come from anger and sorrow in his heart, but the threat of death.

"Khooth!"

The bracer on his arm made the sound of metal weapons colliding, and the moment he raised his hand to flick the blade, a green psionic blade rested on top of the blue psionic blade.

Dark Templars, not just six, and more than seven, and even ......

Another psionic blade popped out, and the psionic blade collided with the warblade. For a moment, Opicis had to bend his knees slightly under intense pressure to remove the uncontrollable force that the two Dark Templars had given him.

Those were two Dark Templars flanking at the same time, and without the inevitable help, Opicles probably wouldn't have survived for long.

Despite the fierce battle, a hybrid marauder still gives himself the necessary support for the mission objectives that need to be protected.

He turned to stare at a Dark Templar who was putting pressure on Opicles, and with a raise of his hand, he directly manipulated the biomass in the star spirit's body to burst out, turning into a blue-purple mist-like substance, and directly pounced on the hybrid.

Controlling the opponent's biomass to repair itself is a great advantage in combat. However, in order to support Opicles, the hybrid marauders paid the direct price of having one of their arms cut off by the Dark Templars using the Warped Light Blade.

The surging blood and psionic energy in his body directly injured the Templar, and the moment his power was removed, it was Opicles' chance to turn the tables.

The Zealot bent down to give the Assassin a hard kick, and the leg strength that had been cultivated over the years of charging was not enough, and although the shield had not yet been broken, the Dark Templar was kicked directly into the air - when the volley was in the air, the Dark Templar directly manipulated the shadow to cover himself, disappearing and avoiding secondary damage from falling to the ground.

The Dark Templars, who had been forcibly extracted from some of the biomass, were in agony while keeping an eye on Opicles' counterattack. After their companion was kicked into the air, the Dark Templar waited for the counterattack he wanted.

After kicking him, Opicis instinctively realized that the only enemy he could threaten was the Dark Templar who had been stripped of some of his biomass and stripped of his powers. With the force of the kick, the zealot spun violently, and the psionic blade flung at the location of the Dark Templar in his memory.

The first strike, but for experienced assassins, sometimes the late strike is more advantageous than the first strike.

The black mist shrouded in an instant, but it condensed in an instant, and in an instant, the Dark Templar flickered half a step away. And in just half a step, it becomes the absolute boundary between life and death.

With a wave of the warblade, Opicles' shield was instantly crushed, and one arm flew directly into the sky.

Combos are not only for the Zealots who excel at gritty combat, but also for the Dark Templars. Immediately retract one of the Zealot's arms as soon as he severs them, bringing the shadow of death to the former Star Spirit hero with a green glow.

Opicis was an ordinary fanatic after all, and he had lived an unremarkable life compared to other Astral Heroes in the fight for honor, just like thousands of low-level Templars. Although he was put in the front of the world because of the situation, it could not change the fact that he would fear death

Fear breeds cowardice, but in certain situations, it can make those who are shrouded in fear burst out with power like a solar flare.

- Me! It's the son of Canranta! A hero's proudest son!

The light that burst from Opicles' eyes was even far greater than the light blade in his hand, and his body twisted at the most eerie angle while escaping psionic energy.

From bottom left to top right, the horror of the Dark Templar became the last emotion of life, and the body split in two fell to the ground.

Ha..... Call.....

It's over?

The return blow drained Opiclius with a great deal of power, and the psionic energy flowing from the severed arm quickly overwhelmed his body. The combination of the two made Opicis almost fall to the ground.

Wrong...... And one more!

In the shadows, a green blade of light pierced the heart, and the zealot's extreme anger brought the fanatic back to the enemy. The last suppressed psionic shield slightly shifted the warblade of warlight at an undetectable angle, and the blade that had already slain a dark Templar warrior struck the opponent's chest, and for a moment, the fanatic expressed his thoughts of exchanging his life for another life. In the blink of an eye, the last Dark Templar made a cowardly choice.

Fall back.

Of course, retreating was not a cowardly choice made by him alone, but a choice made by the entire assassination team at the same time - the hybrid Marauders protecting Opicles were unusually powerful, and although Murion brought with him the best of the Dark Templars, he still couldn't hold on to the three-on-one for long. If they can't kill Opicles in the time they have gained, they won't be able to escape the overwhelming enemy fleet even if they all board the pirate ship.

To avoid elite losses, Mulrien, who wore a hybrid skull, ordered a retreat.

The expected death had not yet come, and Opicles, who did not know that he had already won, looked up at the sky in confusion, but could only see the overwhelming fleet of Star Spirits.

Realizing that these astral fleets were there to protect his life, Opicles, who was enveloped by fear, fell to his knees and thanked the preciousness of life by rubbing his forehead against the earth.

In a moment of heartbeat, the golden light regrouped and fused the vigilant successfully reconstructed his body, and he looked coldly at Opicles, who knelt on his knees without dignity.