"Bang!"

Carl punched Tikdios in the chest, and an explosion that broke the sound barrier rang out. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Tikdios sneered, and his body turned into countless bat-like clusters of colored energy, scattering in all directions. Karl, who had been prepared, reflexively struck the other side, and before Tikdios' smug smile had gone, a golden fist reflected his pupils.

"You ......"

The Dark Lord wanted to help him repeat the trick, but it was too late. As the nemesis of darkness, the most hated power of evil creatures like the Holy Light, Karl's fist was filled with the purest and purest holy light, as if it was a fist with spikes, and slammed it into Tikdios's head.

The Dreadlord fell headlong through the air, his wings dragging feebly behind him.

"Bang!"

The fist slammed into Tikdios's body, making a dull thud. The Dreadlord roared and tried to fight back, but Karl was several times faster than he sounded, and Tikdios couldn't even capture his true nature.

The sheer force knocked Tikdios into the air, along with the magic shield that protected his body, and Karl didn't stop at all. The sky was like summer thunder, rumbling non-stop.

"We're not going to help him?"

Arthas staggered to his feet, his mind full of worry, he was afraid that he would not be able to atone for his sins by dying a thousand times with what he had done, and he did not think that Karl would let him go.

"Help him? Who goes? You—? Or Anubarak, who can't fly at all? ”

Alsasson was stunned.

Yes, there was a thunderous sound in the sky, and in addition to the sound of bombardment on Tikdios, it was more and louder than the sound of Karl's almost phantom speed, blasting into a cone-shaped cloud in the air.

Able to fly, and still so fast, Arthas looked at the Crypt Lord, who was covered in hard carapace and as large as a dragon, and shook his head involuntarily.

"Then we're going to die here?"

"No, let's negotiate with him?"

Kel'thugad's tone of voice made Arthas feel a little reassured.

Tikdios was beaten around in the sky like a sandbag, and green demonic blood continued to fall from the air, corroding the ground into puffs of smoke.

"Karl!"

The Dark Lord's face was no longer as relaxed and smug as before, he didn't expect Karl to become so powerful, and the careless Tikdios was preempted by the opportunity, and the magic in his body could not be cast smoothly at all, so he was interrupted by Karl's rough force.

The physical injuries, compared to being beaten so violently by a human, were simply not enough to make Tikdios angry. The Dark Lord realized that he had made a huge mistake, mistakenly believing that Carl had killed Manolos and Akmund only with the power of the Dragon's Soul.

Now it seems that Karl's strength may not be far from that time.

Tikdios pretended to be angry and roared, never stopping his attempts to cast magic.

Want to do it all over again?

The cunning in Tikdios' eyes did not escape Karl's special attention. I've long known about the methods of the Dreadlord King.,Last time, I was almost teased by this guy.。 If the two tricks succeed in him twice, then Carl can find a piece of tofu and kill himself.

The power of the Light consumes Tikdios's dark power, and Tikdios' heart and lungs are visible to Carl's super vision. Even though he pretended to be exhausted and unable to continue, in Karl's eyes, the Dreadlord's heart was beating as slowly as ever.

Since you want to pretend, then Lao Tzu will fulfill you!

Karl continued to bombard, freeing one hand, and the blazing light slowly condensed into the shape of a war hammer.

Tikdios also noticed Carl's movements, but pretended not to know, as if he was carried away by anger, and gritted his teeth and tore Carl apart.

From top to bottom, fists grazed Tikdios' deflected head and slammed into his shoulder. The Dark Lord snorted, his body falling involuntarily, and a dazzling warhammer came first, hitting Tikdios's head.

It's dark, and I'm almost fainting - there's no need to pretend at all!

Endless regret welled up in Tikdios's heart, and the Dark Lord repeatedly warned him not to underestimate the human in front of him. But this was not the case in the arrogant heart, and he originally planned to use Carl's hammer of holy light, pretending to be severely unconscious, and cast a spell to escape while Carl was letting his guard down......

Now, he could only pray that Karl would show his posture as a victor, and state the declaration of the strong.

The Dark Lord felt like his brain was filled with paste, and his body was almost out of control, unable to complete the spell at all. In the afterglow, Tikdios saw a scene that frightened him-

Karl didn't give the victory speech he had hoped for, nor did he take advantage of the situation to blast him to death—Karl's blue figure flew straight to the ground, where Arthas was looking at him with Frost Sorrow in one hand, full of sorrow.

When he saw Carl flying towards him, the horror on the Death Knight's face was not yet fully revealed, and Karl's form had already appeared in front of him.

Arthas felt that his hands were empty, and then his whole body became lighter, and the undead soldiers and plants and trees around him were rapidly retreating—and he suddenly realized that he had been knocked away again......

Frost Sorrow's scarred sword pierced Tikdios's body like a toad, and the Dark Lord's eyes were filled with horror - not pretentious horror!

Karl clearly saw that Tikdios's pupils were contracting, the muscles in his body were instantly tightened, and the pierced heart suddenly sped up several times......

The pale golden rays of heat melted the wings on Tikdios's back, and the Dark Lord let out a terrible cry that he had never felt before, his face twisted like a devil, and he fell to the ground with a heavy struggle, constantly struggling and rolling.

Under the observation of Super Vision, Carl stumbles upon the fact that the Dreadlord's wings are not as he imagined - useless burdens. The dark power flowing through the Dreadlord is pouring in from his wings!

"This ...... That's impossible! You...... How do you know ......"

Tikdios's face turned even paler and ashen, and he struggled to his feet.

Karl blinked, and two invisible rays stabbed Ticdios's brain. The pain comparable to soul torture made it impossible for Tikdios to concentrate on casting spells, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his face, dripping to the ground.

"You...... You ......"

Tikdios clutched the frost sorrow on his chest with one hand, and stepped back with a frightened face, stumbling a few times, and almost tripped himself to the ground.

"How's it going? How does it feel compared to the soul lash you use so often? ”

Karl said jokingly as he walked over to Tikdios.

"How do you know ......?"

The Dark Lord's eyes were filled with fear, not because of anything else, but because of the evil weapon that was stuck in his chest and constantly trying to suck the soul out of his body, Frost Sorrow.

This artifact was painstakingly forged by the Dreadlords. I'm afraid that its forgers did not expect that one day, it would be used on their own people.

"Smack!"

The crisp sound was so clear in the quiet of the battlefield.

Tikdios' eyes widened, staring at Karl in disbelief.

"Smack!"

Karl slapped him in the pale face with another backhand. Before he could react, Karl's palm waved again.

It wasn't until the sluggish Tikdios fell to the ground that the crisp and loud slapping stopped.

Flipping the Dark Lord's body over with a kick, Karl suddenly pulled out Frost Sorrow.

"Uh~"

Tikdios' dried fish returned to the water and suddenly let out a long inhalation.

"Dog leash!"

Frost Sorrow pierced through Tikdios' terrified eyes and pierced his brain. Carl stirred it hard, and the Dark Lord's head exploded like a watermelon......

Sensing the unwilling roar of Tikdios' soul as he was sucked into the frost of grief, a wicked smile appeared on the corner of Carl's mouth.

He carried the sorrow of Frost, dripping with demonic blood, and turned around—

"Now—it's your turn!" (To be continued.) )