As soon as he finished speaking, the roar of the engine starting suddenly came from the heart of the cliff.

Su Qin swung his sword to break through the wall, only to see a medium-sized transport plane whizzing out of the mountainside along the secret tunnel.

"Damn, we're one step late, they're definitely ready to go to the borders of the world." Everam threw himself against the wall and cried out in pity.

"No, there's still a chance." Su Qin pulled down his armor, and at some point he changed into a witch in a hunting costume behind him, and smiled and pulled out a tall eight-legged horse from the shadows.

"You're really still ......" Facing the witch Henig who appeared in front of him again, he didn't react much, only showed a little indifference. In the distance, the transport plane flew farther and farther, and there was no time to say anything. Su Qin turned over and jumped on his mount, the horse under his crotch let out a long neigh, and red sparks erupted from his chapped nasal cavity, and the light of the same color also emanated under the fine cracks.

The eight-legged steed accelerated towards the edge of the cliff, and black flames soon burst into flames from the alternating hooves. One man and one rider jumped off the cliff without fear, and then the eight-legged horse galloped into the sky. However, before they could catch up with the transport plane. There was another loud bang in the belly of the mountain, different from the noise produced by the work of the machine. The sound sounded distinctly from some kind of creature.

Before he had time to think about it, the Force made Su Qin's mind suddenly flash a flash of lightning. Guided by his instincts, he jerked the reins and caused the eight-legged steed to dodge two positions to the left. Then, as if a bomb was detonated in the mountain range, the stones and dirt exploded outward, and a huge shadow in the smoke and dust slammed towards his previous location with the sound of the wind.

Rumble!

At the last moment, the eight-legged horse dodged the attack of an unknown enemy. If you look closely, the shadow is actually a huge arm. Hell, how big should the owner of an arm of this size be. Su Qin couldn't help but think that if he fought against an enemy of this size, even if he used the magic sword, he would have to waste a lot of time.

Perhaps, this is exactly what the Northern Association wants.

The enemy hidden in the belly of the mountain continued to let out a terrifying roar, and two equally thick arms clasped the rock at the edge of the cave, slowly pulling its body out of the belly. In the gloomy light, the man-made monster revealed a reddish-brown sheen. The body of more than ten meters tall climbed on the cliff, like a terrifying statue of a demon god, constantly exuding the malice of Chiguoguo to the surroundings.

"What the hell is this?" Su Qin looked at it carefully and was stunned to find that this monster was actually made of many human bodies. On the reddish-brown skin, he made out the bits and pieces of organs and human structures. And the monster's head is made up of dozens of heads, and those hideous human faces constantly emit a shrill whistle. Soon, their bloodshot eyes were staring at Su Qin in unison.

The pitch-black armor revealed his identity, so this monster, which was formed by the fusion of voluntary sacrifice fanatics under the effect of black magic, got up and pounced on Su Qin without hesitation. Its heavy body continued to cause local earthquakes, and the Alps where the eagle's nest sits were constantly cracked under the rough trampling.

In the face of the ferocious offensive of this landslide and ground crack, Su Qin pulled up the eight-legged horse and continued to climb the height. However, the mosaic monster used its stubby legs to leap into the air, and the palm forcibly bonded by the human body quickly approached the black-clad knight.

Facing the palm that stretched out to him like a wall, Su Qin instead continued to climb to avoid the mosaic monster's grasp, but instead drove the eight-legged horse to turn its head and dive downward.

Su Qin, who rushed towards the huge palm head-on, passed through the open fingers of the mosaic monster with lightning speed. The Force guided him to grip the hilt of his sword, and the broad blade of the magic sword pierced into the inlaid monster's brain like a steel needle.

However, compared to the sheer size of the Mosaicles, this level of attack didn't do much. Instead, he was put in a dilemma, and the palm that the inlay monster retracted almost caught Su Qin. Fortunately, the sudden sniping opened a path for him.

The cyan phosphorus fire burned a hole in the incarator's palm. After abandoning the eight-legged horse, Su Qin successfully escaped from the monster's attack range. The eight-legged horse that remained in place was directly slapped back to the black blood state by that huge force.

Seeing this, Su Qin simply stretched out his hand and sent out a soul wavelength. Let the black blood flowing on the face of the mosaic monster suddenly turn into a blood needle. Although the Blood Needle stabbed the Mosaic Monster with blood, it still didn't do much. The thick layer of skin prevents the blood needles from attacking the deeper tissues.

"It's harder than you think."

"Don't let your mind be limited by one way of attacking, we can do more." Henig suddenly appeared beside Su Qin, and in a tone full of confusion, she continued to make unintended suggestions. Perhaps, these suggestions have other agendas. But now was not the time to think carefully, and Henig's words made Su Qin suddenly realize how monotonous his methods of driving the black blood in the past were.

"Since there is no fixed form, why should I stick to one template?" With a self-deprecating smile, Su Qin dodged back from the monster's fist. At the same time, another soul fluctuation flew towards the congealed blood needle. Under the influence of soul fluctuations, the blood needles returned to a state of black blood and converged on the top of the mosaic monster's head.

In the face of such a large enemy, the slender needle shape has proven unsuitable. So what is the right form? Many items flashed through Su Qin's mind, and time waited for no one, before the Mosaic Monster continued to attack. He finally decided on his next attack.

The black blood turned into a spinning drill and stabbed into the wound left by the magic sword before, because the shape affected the drill to quickly penetrate into the skull of the mosaic monster. The severe pain made the giant monster unable to pursue Su Qin, and its fat and twisted body kept rolling in place.

"It's really important to emancipate your mind." Holding the bright red hilt of the magic sword with both hands, the heavy armor on Su Qin's body continued to turn into black blood and flow onto the sword. The hilt of the sword became more and more slender, and the body of the sword where the black blood gathered was like a thriving sapling, and in just a dozen seconds, it became as thick and long as the marble pillar in front of the Parthenon. The soul shared by the two made Su Qin not feel the corresponding weight, but judging from the constantly cracking ground next to his feet, the self-weight of the magic sword had reached an extremely astonishing level. Black blood wrapped around the body of the magic sword, gradually solidifying into a whole row of hideous hook-like structures. It looked like a row of sharp teeth, waiting to drink the flesh and blood of the enemy.

"You've wasted enough of my time that it's almost time for hell."

The massive toothed greatsword fell vertically with the roar of the wind like a beast before it hunted. The sturdy bones of the Mosaic momentarily jammed the blade, but then the sharp teeth began to move rapidly. The weapon slashed like a screeching chainsaw from the mosaic's shoulder to its flank, its squirming teeth splattering foul of flesh and greasy guts from the horrific wound. Even the magical structure of the black magic built into the monster's body collapsed and disintegrated as it was battered.

With the collapse of the inlaid monster's body, the black blood entrenched on the magic sword also returned to Su Qin's body like a stream flowing to the sea. As he turned, a staccato song began to come from the dying mosaic monster's body. Although the song is extremely hoarse, the emotions contained in it are still as hot as flames.

"Flag flying? Oh, if you lower your head, you may realize how many bones that swastika flag is planted in. ”

Su Qin had a mocking sneer on his face, and looked up at the transport plane that had turned into a black spot on the horizon.

"If you can't run, even if you chase to the edge of the world, I won't let you open that door."

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