The more you hurt, the more you fight, the more you hurt!

Blood will not be shed, death will not be truce!

This is the tyrant!

In this world, there are many strong people who have turned their pain into strength, but none of them have ever reached the realm of Mondo. His injuries are not only strength, but also fighting spirit and fanaticism. Compared to traditional Berserkers, Berserkers turn their injuries into motivation, but when they are too badly injured, their combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced. But Mondo won't! No matter how serious the injury, it will only add more fuel to his fighting spirit.

He was a man who was born to fight. Even if it is death, it is only because it cannot move, not because it does not want to fight!

Under the black mist, he was drenched in blood, and the wounds on his body were dense, like a baby's mouth. An oblique cleft in the chest sank deep into the bone, revealing the wriggling internal organs and tendons within. But he was still laughing, smirking.

The pain hit his nerves like a landslide and tsunami, giving him the thrill of taking drugs.

"Not enough!"

He shouted, provocative to all the enemies in front of him. "Far from enough!"

"One more time! It hurts a little more! Who else!? Who else!? ”

The spirit puppet is silent. In the face of such a monster-like man, no matter who it is, he will be silent.

They saw that Mondo's left arm was practically unusable. Because the wound he gave to the enemy just now has been truly fed back to himself. Real reflections are no joke. If it weren't for the fact that Mondo had done more damage than the reflection could have done, he would have killed his enemies and himself first.

But he was still screaming and yelling. As if this little pain was child's play.

In the pungent bloody breath, they could clearly see that the flesh and blood on Mondo's body were wriggling and healing. This is Claudir's strength, as long as he doesn't die immediately, the proliferative power of the enhanced cells will make the enemy know what despair is. The ancient colonial costume was very tattered on Mondo's body, and the dense scars on it were not so much his mistake as his medallion!

But...... That's not a reason for them to be timid! Be a spirit puppet. Transformed by the will of the universe again, they have died at the moment with the emotions of ordinary people. Afraid of this feeling, it has long been cut off!

In an instant, three figures appeared around Mondo, and one of them suddenly struck out, cutting into Mondo's front with a single sword. The other two golems disappeared ghostly, emitting a hair-like light. In the flickering of the sword, a cloud of blood suddenly exploded on Mondo's body, but the warrior on the opposite side was split in half by his sword. But then he suddenly slowed down a little, and was submerged in the hair-like light.

The next moment. His figure suddenly stopped, like a clay sculpture carved from wood.

Shadow Arts!

Marionettes!

Being hit by this ability, even Mondo will be delayed for a while. This is a common problem of hand-to-hand fighters, and they always have to suffer a little loss when facing people with strange abilities.

The dark ghost reappeared, and the two puppets had appeared behind Mondo and slashed at Mondo's head. A stellar-level slash, even the void will crack!

But Mondo couldn't hide from it!

He is powerful, but he is not a god at all. If it was a head-on battle, he would only need a thousandth of a second to slash these two capable people. But in this kind of battle of bullying the less, he can't do everything. Especially when there is no huge gap in the strength of the two sides.

It's just that what is there in his eyes with a sarcastic smile?

The flash of the knife stopped only a few millimeters from the back of Mondo's neck, but the two ghosts could no longer cut down. It's not that they don't want to cut, it's that their lives have dissipated by this time. Two needle-like shuttles were inserted into their spines. robbed them of their vitality.

Only then did Mondo come to his senses, and he raised his head and smiled. "You're late!"

"It's better than nothing." A voice in the black mist replied, and then revealed an emaciated figure.

Isn't that Ezerys?

The two pointed shuttles just now were written by him. Only in the name of 'hub' can he be at the right time. The right place to deliver the deadliest weapons into the enemy's vital point.

If Mondo's battles are the aesthetics of violence, then his battles are the art of chess. For Ezerys. The battlefield is boundless, and the wider the battlefield, the more the stage for him to play. Because he's Ezerys, the 'hub' Ezrias.

'The narrowness of the battlefield is the narrowness of the heart, and in my eyes the chessboard does not need borders............ Ezerys. ’

The smell of blood filled the air, and the energy surged even more violently. I saw that on the vast battlefield, one by one spiritual puppets appeared in front of Mondo. It's like a heavy military formation. And Mondo smiled nonchalantly, and figures appeared behind him.

There aren't many of them, and they're very thin compared to spirit golems. But the figure of less than ten people exudes a stronger momentum than the spiritual puppets of nearly a hundred people! Some of them are emaciated, some are burly, some are fat, some are crooked. But without exception, there is one thing in common. That is rebelliousness and domineering.

Ten people are ten demon gods who have come out of hell. It exudes a domineering atmosphere from the inside out.

"Fortunately, the prey was not wasted by Mondo." A crooked, hanging-up guy said.

"It's just that he's so stupid that he was almost killed by his prey." Another man as fat as a ball replied. At the same time, he patted his stomach dissatisfied. "I'm fat again and need to move."

"Ninety-two, how do you divide them?" A sick guy asked.

"Whoever moves fast is whoever. Do you want us to let it? ”

"Let's do it. Don't keep the king waiting too long. It wasn't easy for us to come out this time. I'm afraid the king's body won't be able to bear much longer. Hurry up and call it a day. There's a bastard up there waiting for the king to clean up. ”

"Whoever dares to call the will of the universe a bastard, you are the first."

"Afraid of what? I'm dead anyway, and it can still go to the sea of blood to catch me? ”

"Then do it!" The last man of medium stature, but extremely strong, suddenly snorted. Everyone was silent. However, their figures disappeared at the same time, appearing in the battle formation of the spirit puppet, and the light of the particle cannon pierced into the crowd like a cultivated field, dividing the spirit puppet into more than a dozen phalanxes. Followed by the flickering figures, each rushed into the divided battlefield. Sets off patches of light rain and blood mist.

The spirit puppet roared angrily and fought back, but every time he struck, he was stopped by just the right spike. Every time you dodge, you will be attacked by just the right spike.

Over the battlefield, Ezerys yawned and threw a few spikes from time to time. His eyes fell on Trius, who was where he was.

He wondered, is this guy included in the battle? Make it easier for the king?

Not good......

Will it be cleaned up by the king? But...... Is this prey really not enough?

Ezerys thought evilly, and involuntarily threw a spiked shuttle. Flew to the ...... of the Honorable Trius Uh, buttocks. (To be continued......)