The sounds of fighting and explosions shook the battlefield, and Vazak raised the thump cannon in his hand and shot at a demon engine on the right that had been blown off by the Strike Boys. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The orange-red electricity coalesced into a fist-thick beam that tore through the demonic engine's chest armor, and the steel behemoth roared twice before hanging its head and shattering into pieces with a massive explosion.

Vazak looked around the battlefield and saw that the boys had suffered heavy losses, but the demon engines were almost gone.

Suddenly, Vazak saw a different figure, wearing an angular armor and a towering helmet, shouting at his men around him, and, his taste, Vazak was familiar.

"Found you, Shrimp!" Vazak let out a shout, and then waved the staff of Brother Mao in his right hand, and shot a huge ball of electricity, the horned can seemed to sense, and also raised the staff in his hand, accompanied by a beam of black flames, and disappeared in place.

The electric ball slammed into the ground, blasting a large crater, but Vazak's target had already escaped.

"Damn it!" Vazak turned his head and shouted at the Fierce Tooth who had just stood up, "Fierce Tooth! You slaughtered them with the kid, and I'm going to kill their boss! ”

Then, ignoring the reactions of the boys around him, Vazak waved the staff in his hand and disappeared in place.

Waszak's eyes locked on the canned boy's tracks, and his signal was so red and bright that it was impossible for Vaszak to mistake him.

The Can Boy is cunning, as if he could sense Wazak's hot pursuit, constantly switching his position, shuttling back and forth between real space and illusion, trying to escape.

Naïve shrimp, Wazak has hunted countless nervous boys, and none of them can escape the palm of Wazak's hand.

Wazak raised his staff and struck a crackling lightning bolt that exploded on the newly landed can boy, and the bright electric light knocked the can boy directly to the ground, he howled in pain and waved his hand at Vaszak with a string of black fireballs.

"Brother Mao's grip!" Wazak stretched out his big hand forward, and the condensed energy turned into an energy palm nearly four meters large, directly crushing the rushing fireball, and suddenly appeared around the can boy, and grabbed it violently, and pinched the can boy in his hand.

Vazak let out a shout of victory, then stomped his foot hard, unleashing an even more powerful spell.

"The bite of the ancient giant!" The earth in the distance cracked in the middle, like a greedy beast spreading its jaws, and then slammed shut, swallowing the can boy into his belly, forming a towering mountain.

Vazak opened his eyes as he watched the faintly flickering psionic signal, and squeezed his right hand sharply.

The newly shaped mountain made a loud noise from within, then disintegrated and collapsed, and this massive explosion put an end to Vaszak's hunt.

Vazak clapped his large hand in satisfaction, and with a wave of his staff, he teleported to the shattered boulder.

"Huhu, miscellaneous fish, in the end, it's still no match for Vazak."

Vazak said satisfied, and crouched down to look around for the stump of the can boy to decorate his armor, the man's head was just right for his first trophy.

"I'm sorry, I don't think so, beast."

With a low, infernal echo, a crimson sword pierced through Vaszak's chest from his back, and Vaszak tried to fight back, but found himself unable to summon a shred of psionic energy.

"Now who is the prey, the beast."

The deep voice said.

Brother Pripetius watched Makan's every move, and the cunning warlock did not hesitate to ensnar the orc nervous boy boss beyond his expectations, but in any case, after seeing Makan's cunning and the orc nervous boy boss's devastating psionic power, the curator of the Pripatius think tank was glad that they were fighting each other.

And now, Makan has chopped off the orc's limbs, and the orc's chest has been stabbed in the chest by the unclean psionic sword, and he is dying.

As for Makan, his strength had been greatly weakened after several heavy blows and such attrition, but the director of the think tank knew that his strength was still not to be underestimated.

He had to wait until the most opportune moment to get rid of this vile traitorous wizard in one fell swoop.

This opportunity came quickly.

Makan used his unclean psionic energy to lift the orc above his head, and the black flames began to burn the orc, and Makan seemed to be proud of his masterpiece and the orc's roar, and then raised the sword in his right hand and slashed it into the orc's chest, the orc let out a loud roar, and then lowered his head.

Right now, the orc is dead, and now, it's the traitor's turn.

The Iron Warriors must pay for their crimes, and Makan still owes the life of the mentor of the think tank director.

'Never forgive, never forgive!' ’

Pribetatius said silently in his heart, and then, speedily moving his soul.

Mentor, please help me.

"Be judged, traitor!" The think tank curator let out a roar of rage, then slammed into Makan from behind.

The warlock shuddered, then tossed the orc aside like trash.

However, Pripetius found himself underestimating this cunning but powerful wizard.

"It's you, little bug, it's you who keep watching me, Vignon overlord, Makan?"

The wizard's eyes turned to stare intently at the projection of Pripetius' soul.

"You think my strength is declining, it's not as good as it used to be, little bug, you seem to be mistaken, power isn't everything in this realm......" Makan chuckled under his breath.

"Then it will be clear, wizard."

"Really?" Makan laughed, and then unleashed a blast of psionic energy that covered a wide area.

"Then let's try this!" Then, Makan waved his cane and disappeared in place.

Pripetius's face changed, he had been deceived by Makan's trickery.

Then, he immediately realized what Makan was doing.

Enslaver, this level of psionic pulse, coupled with the battle just now, was enough to draw those ancient evils over.

"Damn it!" Pripetius immediately retrieved his soul, and he could not yet be discovered by the enslavers, neither the guidance of the messenger nor the revenge of Makan allowed him to fall here.

Pripetius's mind immediately crossed the distance and shrank back into his secret room on the warband mothership.

Now that he has been exposed, the next battle needs to be considered even more in the long run.