Countless cannibals boiled in an instant, and their wild cries swept through the heavens and the earth like a landslide and tsunami. They surged like a tidal wave, wave after wave of swoops towards the Holy Land, completely ignoring the shelter warriors on the summit platform.

At the same moment, dozens of throwing spears with towing ropes flew up and shot at the Holy Land, and many more threw spears blasted into all corners of the Holy Land, striking at all the humans who dared to show their heads.

In an instant, a dozen human warriors were nailed into hedgehogs and fell from the sky before they could even scream.

Such a terrifying covering attack did not evade the same people who were on the Holy Land, and the human warriors and the ogre warriors died together, and the number of ogres who were accidentally injured was even higher.

On the throne made of silver, the great leader stood like a god, and although many cannibals were more burly and strong than him, he was like a towering mountain in terms of momentum, and the other cannibals were just pebbles on the river beach.

Above the holy land, the big man's eyes narrowed slightly, his pupils shrank sharply, and he stared at the king in the distance. Just then, the spirit suddenly appeared, swept behind him, and a pair of daggers left two long wounds on his back.

This was the first time he had been attacked by a ghost.

Since the appearance of the king of ogres, it has attracted the attention of the audience, and countless ogres have paid the price of their lives just for worship. The soul also regained its courage, returned to the battlefield, waited for an opportunity to sneak attack, and finally took advantage of the thunder distraction.

Cannibals are fanatics, while humans are shocked and desperate. In their most terrible nightmare, there has never been a scene in front of them, an army of cannibals, and a unified king!

In most of the inherited knowledge of human beings, ogres are semi-civilized races, which makes it difficult for them to deal with, and the living space is constantly compressed, if ogres are actually the same civilization as humans, then there is still a place for humans in this world?

The human warriors have long since worn out their strength from the despair of the past few decades, and as they see fewer and fewer companions around them, and the scenery inside and outside the shelter becomes more and more eerie, even the most determined heroes will become more and more depressed.

They could no longer even feel sad and angry, only helplessness and deep exhaustion.

Only Huang Quan, when he saw the tall silver armor, was secretly relieved in his heart. This should be the sleeping king in the soul mouth, and the opponent of Huang Quan in the ogre prophecy.

To be honest, Huang Quan had always been worried that he would finally see a true god, and he really didn't know how to deal with creatures far beyond his civilization level. In any case, the worst did not happen.

The silver-armored ogre king stretched out his hand, and immediately two large ogre chieftains carried up a throwing axe with a long silver chain hanging from the end.

This axe is already a heavy axe by human standards, but judging by its shape and curved grip, it is clearly a throwing axe.

Sure enough, the silver armor king's hand seemed to have just been raised, and the axe roared out!

The speed of the axe was so fast that you couldn't see the blade of the axe, and the distance of hundreds of meters came in an instant, and it was as easy as cutting cheese to break through the outer wall of the holy place.

The silver chain immediately collapsed straight, driving the entire holy place to slowly shift. The other end of the silver chain was held in the king's hand, and the huge force that could make the entire starship move sideways was pressed, and immediately made his feet sink deep into the silver and white throne.

The ogres carrying the silver and white throne fell to the ground one after another under great pressure, crying out in pain, and the surrounding silver-armored ogres swarmed to support the throne.

Hundreds of silver-armored ogres gradually sank into the ground with their legs, still being dragged sideways, plowing deep furrows on the ground. But the initial huge drag was finally carried over.

The silver-armored ogres roared and roared, leaping to their feet, climbing all the way along the silver chain, and pounced on the holy land.

I don't know what material the silver chain is made of, it is thin and hundreds of meters long, but it is incredibly tough. There are hundreds of silver-armored man-eaters hanging on it, and they are also constantly collapsing.

The Silver Armor King wrapped the other end of the silver chain around the throne, jumped onto the silver chain, and walked forward heavily and slowly.

He stepped out in one step, dozens of meters, and in the blink of an eye, he passed all the silver-armored ogres, and finally jumped up and landed on the upper deck of the holy land, facing the thunder.

Lei Ting's face was solemn, he refused to take a step back, and said in a deep voice: "My name is Lei Ting!" Your opponent is me! ”

The Silver Armor King slowly lowered his head, and his gaze fell on Thunder through the gap in the mask. When his gaze fell, Thunder's hair stood on end, and his whole body was covered with electric fire. His face changed drastically, and he involuntarily took a step back.

Thunder never expected that just by taking on the gaze of the Silver Armor King, he would have such a big reaction. It was the instinctive fear of the body, the fear of the terrifying power under the silver armor.

"Your opponent is still me!" The old man appeared at some point, flew through the air, and landed on the upper deck. He was still elegant and calm, but his eyes were full of solemnity.

The soul quietly appeared, floating from behind the Silver Armor King, and a long whip the thickness of a finger shot out in his hand, stabbing at the old man's waist and abdomen.

The old man's cane fell and struck on the whip, and if his staff had magic power, a blow to the whip caused the whip to lose all power and fall limply to the ground.

The soul flicked her wrist and wanted to make a move, but an invisible force pressed down and pushed her aside. She turned her head to look at the silver-armored king in front of her, and shouted very aggrievedly: "If I take back the whip, this old man may not be my opponent!" ”

Her steel whip is extremely powerful, and it perfectly matches her martial arts, but unfortunately she encountered a thunder with similar attributes, and lost her weapon in the first round.

Thunder, of course, would not be polite to her, and had already kicked the steel whip into the cabin, which was taken away by the human warriors inside. Now the soul has a spare weapon in his hand, and his power is greatly reduced.

The Silver Armor King ignored her and didn't look back. The soul understood what he meant, and flattened her mouth and stopped talking, and she began to look around, not knowing what she was looking for.

The Silver Armor King took a step forward, his voice hoarse and unpleasant, like two rough metal plates rubbing against each other, "Yes...... Hand? ”

A large cloud of white mist erupted from his mask, and although he could not see the expression, it was conceivable that in his mind, Thunder and the old man were no match at all.

Thunder's face was swollen red, but he didn't attack. Just now, he was photographed by the coercion of the Silver Armor King, and he had a feeling of being at a loss at the moment. He wasn't good at words, and he didn't know what to say here and now.

The old man smiled, paused the deck with his cane, and said, "The one standing in front of you is the opponent, at least we have made you stand here, haven't we?" ”

The Silver Armor King shook his head slowly, and said in a slow and jerky voice, "You, not ......"

His way of speaking seems to be limited in intelligence and his words are not able to convey the meaning, so it is extremely difficult to highlight every word. But the volcanic terrifying power contained under that armor was real, making anyone who approached him tremble involuntarily.

The Silver Armor King also seemed to feel that it was too difficult to speak, and after saying a few words, he stopped and slowly lifted the battle axe.

As soon as the blade of the tomahawk was raised to his waist, Thunder's face suddenly changed drastically, and he slammed into the old man, pushing him out! At the same time, with the help of the reaction force, he himself catapulted in the other direction.

A silver light streaked across the place where the old man had just stood, and it was actually the battle axe in the hand of the Silver Armor King!

The astonishingly large tomahawk appeared directly in the place where the old man was standing, as if it had suddenly become formless and substantial, like a phantom. If it weren't for the incredible speed of Thunder's reaction, the old man would have been cut in half by the center.

The old man stood firm on the west side of the deck, his face pale, and this surprise was not trivial.

The Silver Armor King slowly lifted the battle axe again, and with a roar of thunder, he leaped backwards, and the giant axe grazed the tip of his nose and slashed off, breaking a large hole in the foredeck. This dodge is a little slower, and he will be cut in two.

The old man jumped up and circled around the Silver Armor King, and the sword in the staff came out of the sheath, and more than ten swords were stabbed on him in an instant. A dingding sound sounded, and only a dozen white spots were left on the armor of the silver armor king, and he himself didn't even shake it.

This time, the old man's elegance was calmly gone.

The Silver Armor King's defense in silver armor is too perverted, and his attacks are so terrifying that they are so fast that they violate the common sense of physics. How to win in the face of such an enemy?