The knife is faster than the light!

People are mader than knives!

A knife swept by, and before the spirit golem could react, the burly conqueror had already slammed into him with one shoulder. The violent force exploded in every square inch, and it actually knocked the spirit puppet into a particle state. As the light flew in the sky, he appeared behind another spirit puppet, and pierced his elbow into the opponent's back, piercing the enemy's front and back, and even the spine shot out from his chest.

Wild and domineering! When speed and strength come together, the conqueror's fighting style is achieved! He doesn't need to dodge because no one is faster than him, he doesn't need to defend because no one is more ruthless than him, and before killing him, the enemy has to think about whether he will be killed or not. The more you hesitate, the faster you die! When the raging winds swept across the land, the only thing he could leave behind was the corpses and blood that littered the mountains, and the menial laughter that shook the sky.

This is the 'Blood Tyrant' Mondo! In the latter part of the Great Chaos, Crodil was a feared conqueror.

And now, he appeared on the battlefield after 10,000 years, and once again raised the bloody butcher's knife.

Two blitz strikes, and two stellar spirit puppets were killed by him, but he seemed to be just casually moving, and his face still had a hunger and thirst for dissatisfaction. Twist a drop of blood from your arm and put it in your mouth.

The next moment, his familiar wild laughter rang out again, echoing across the battlefield.

Blood, not the enemy's. Because there is no blood in the spirit puppet. But even your own blood is just as delicious, isn't it? Rampage in the breath of death is the romance of men!

Although there were nearly a hundred spirit puppets around, Mondo didn't even look at it, venting his pleasure freely. At the same time, hundreds of beams of light came at him at the same time, but his figure flashed and disappeared in place.

The speed of surrealization, even if it is stellar, is probably rare.

"Hey. I'm having a good time! Leave all this waste to me, okay! ”

Mondo suddenly threw his head up and shouted. Several other figures were emerging overhead. They are all conquerors who have manifested their blood pupils from the sea of blood, but they have not transformed as quickly as Mondo, and they are still in a half-illusory and half-real state at the moment. Compared to the nearly 100 spirit golems summoned by Trius, there were only a few Heroic Spirits summoned by the Blood Pupil. It's not that he can't summon more, it's just that the abyssal power can't be replenished, and he can only transform these few conquerors into substance. And it must rely on the blessings of the Dark Source Land.

In fact, these domineering conquerors can only exist in the Land of Dark Sources, and their 'lives' are limited to today.

Hearing Mondo's words, one looked very emaciated. But the conqueror, with his huge shoulders, bowed his head and showed a smiling expression.

"Mondo, do you want to eat alone?"

"Hehe, it's just a discussion." Mondo smiled, a hint of cunning flashing in his eyes. "Since you don't agree, then don't blame me for doing it first. Who told you to be slow? ”

With that, he dodged again and pounced on the battlefield......

In the black mist behind him, the emaciated figure shook his head. "Too little...... Not refreshing enough. ”

"It's nice to be able to come out." Another, more illusory figure replied. "Anyway, their strength is not bad, and Mondo can't finish it alone. Just wait for us to get out of the way. ”

The transformation of the conqueror is distinguished by strength. The stronger the conqueror, the slower. Mondo's ability to be the first to get out of the black fog is the reason why his strength is the weakest. And the rest of the conquerors are stronger than him.

Like the emaciated conqueror, his name is 'Ezeryth', and he is good at long-range attacks, when he is on the battlefield. It's like there's an extra core in the battlefield that controls everyone's cycle of life and death. Hence the nickname 'The Hub'. He had destroyed three powerful civilizations in the ancient period with himself and his warriors, none of which was weaker than the great family of the Fourth Realm.

The battlefield was stormy, and Mondo's turn to fight again caused a violent reaction. More than a dozen spirit puppets specially changed the trajectory and captured him. I saw a flash of light and shadow, and the terrifying energy conflict was like a landslide and tsunami. Any grain of sand is comparable to a cannonball under the action of these energies. In the blink of an eye, one mountain peak after another pierced like a sieve.

Under the stellar force, the environment becomes more fragile than necessary. It seems to be tattered at the slightest touch. If it weren't for the will of the universe that created the crystal wall. I'm afraid that even the space will be penetrated by them.

However, Mondo still shuttled through the field, shouting and fighting with superior speed. He didn't have any flashy abilities or weapons, just a pair of razor-sharp ultra-wave blades. But even then he was not weak, and when his figure flashed, every time the crescent moon flashed, an enemy was bound to be wounded. The damaged spirit puppet turned into a crystal light and dissipated, looking magnificent in the black mist.

Of course, the spirit puppet is not weak. Mondo is also strong because he has too much combat experience and a fanatical desire to fight. But at the true energy level, he is no stronger than a spirit puppet. Crodil is too old after all. In such a long period of time, the space warrior has evolved a complete development system, and the combat effectiveness has also been highly developed.

The ancient conqueror, it seems, is only a noun in memory. No longer part of this world.

Therefore, more than a dozen spirit puppets are not afraid, and they are still attacking. They unleash various fluctuations and abilities in an attempt to block and capture Mondo. But most of them have returned in vain. Instead, Mondo cut down the two of them in a flash. It wasn't until a spirit golem appeared in front of him and allowed him to slash at him that he let out a roar of rage.

The knife almost cut the spirit puppet in half, but the strange thing was that the other party didn't seem to see any pain, but a deep scar appeared on Mondo's body. The wound went straight to the bone, revealing the tendons and internal organs inside.

"Real Reflection!"

Mondo let out a low cry, but a cruel look flashed in his eyes.

Blood dripped from his wounds, but he seemed to feel it as if he couldn't feel it, and he was even more wild and excited. Suddenly, as soon as he reached out, he grabbed the spirit puppet on the opposite side, and then rushed into the sky.

"It doesn't hurt enough, it's far away, it's far away! You little guy, can you only give me such a little pain!? It's just such a small wound, how can you be happy!? Come on! Let's get a little more exciting! He shouted, then turned his head and swooped down. With the force of both hands, he actually broke the spirit puppet in mid-air, and when he fell in an instant, the whole earth trembled, and a huge mushroom cloud appeared in the battlefield.

A furious shock wave swept in all directions, kicking up clouds of smoke and dust.

Mondo stepped out of the smoke and dust, still holding half a thigh in his hand. The blood had completely stained him red, but his smile was even more hideous!

"The more painful it is, the more it fights, it's called joy!"

He said this, his gaze sweeping over the remaining spirit golems one by one, full of disdain.

"Who else?" (To be continued......)