When the human mind is clear, words and deeds are rational expressions, and the body acts for the active senses. And in extreme anger, or unparalleled fear, and heart-rending sadness, emotions will prevail over reason, causing a person to completely lose control of reason.

Anger, fear, sadness, ecstasy, Jory is already in possession at this moment. The anger almost blinded him, and the painful sadness continued to stimulate his anger even more.

In a person's life, there are only a few people who cherish it the most, family, lovers, and friends......

However, the only family and lover that Jory had, one unconscious, the other missing, Jory didn't want to think about whether Bai Jing was kidnapped by the evil young man who killed him, because as long as he thought that this series of pain came from that person's hand, the anger in his heart seemed to burn his whole body.

Especially......

In particular, he can only stand on the land of another world at this moment, and he can do nothing, only to hear their bad news with his ears.

How many dangers have you encountered, and how many spiritual torments have you had? What is it all for! Like a mouse, he does not hesitate to endure humiliation, and is wantonly toyed with by people who are stronger than himself, just to survive, what is it for!!

Isn't it just to return to my hometown alive, to return to my grandmother, and tell her that I am still alive and not dead.

Isn't it just to return to her hometown alive, find Bai Jing, and repay the love she didn't get.

But after suffering so much, in the end, what I got back was a cold reality.

How much Jory wished Seinfeld was just talking, but he tasted Seinfeld's blood. There was only a sense of fear left in his filthy blood, without any lie or deceit.

As long as I think of being locked up in this world, I can't return to my hometown immediately......

This damn world, a world that deserves to be destroyed!!

"Roar---"

In the hills of the dead under the night sky, Jory rode on the neck of a black lion, he clenched his fists and raised his head and roared, the rich anger seemed to be vented only by the long howl at this moment, and the evil roar full of violent aura shook like thunder. The next moment, under the watchful eye of the Templar Archmage and the Marksman, the dark red light around Jory lifted his body up. Slowly floated up to the low sky.

in his mouth. He let out an unforgettable roar of grief and indignation, a blood-colored whirlwind wrapped around him, and his two eyes reflected a bright red light in the night.

This is...... What monster?!

There are no mana fluctuations, not even the familiar evil magic shocks. But this demon flew without wings or wings. It's completely beyond the laws of magic technology of Aitharth.

Looking at Jori, who was held low in the air by some invisible force. One of the archmages looked surprised, and he quickly took out a copy of the illustrated book from his body, and turned the pages of the illustrated book with one hand as fast as an afterimage. However, no matter how the archmage compared the monster atlas with the demons not far away, Ren is atlas gathered countless years of experience from his predecessors, and he did not find the illustrated book that belonged to this demon.

"Clam ......"

On the other side, the demon screamed and screamed, and the corpse-headed dragon struggled violently, its squirming slippery body could have slipped away from any restraints, but at this time, the corpse-headed dragon was sucked into the corpse giant's body little by little. The spatial collapse caused by the fusion of the mana storm caused the corpse giant to lose his left arm and shoulder, and was carried into the void by the space distortion along with his head, but this heavy injury did not hurt the corpse giant at all.

Not only did the Corpse Giant not fall, its mobility was almost the same as before, and the Corpse Giant was only now showing its strength.

Countless squeezed and deformed corpse skins on the body surface squirmed one after another, and countless howls sounded from the corpse giant's skin, which were all the corpses that made up the corpse giant, and countless stumps and broken arms stretched out of the corpse giant's skin, at least more than a hundred arms hugged the corpse dragon, pulling Jory's envoy towards the corpse giant's body surface.

The skin of the corpse giant slowly cracked, and the dense skin of the corpse parted a crack, and countless arms pulled the tentacles of the corpse dragon inside.

This corpse giant, whose height is comparable to that of a hill, how can he be weakened by a heavy blow! It is clear that he is forcibly absorbing the corpse head dragon and devouring the corpse head dragon into his body. Although the corpse-headed dragon writhed its limbs and struggled hard, how could it resist hundreds of pulling forces with only a dozen tentacles! Only slowly, it was pulled into the body of the corpse giant.

The mana storm that the seven archmages teamed up to urge was not the seven-ring arcane in the end, and their sacrifice was miscalculated, overestimating their own strength and underestimating the tenacious vitality of the demonic creatures.

This kind of miscalculation that creates contrasts is often the biggest incentive for countless losers to bury themselves in the grave.

There is a stubborn corpse giant in front of him, and there is an unknown demon on his side, and the road ahead is completely blocked by two demons, but they can't retreat. There is also a group of elite warriors in the rear, waiting for the report of their victory, waiting for the news that they will open the portal. Since the road ahead was blocked by two demons, these Templar warriors had no choice but to use their lives to open up the way.

The marksman quickly changed formation, guarding the seven precious archmages in the battle formation, and they all knew what to do without orders. That is, you must not fall down until the arrows of the quiver are gone! After the first wave of marksmans, the mages once again waved their wands, chanting spells to guide the mana, and the light purple mana light surged, and for a while, the lilac streamer flew on this battlefield, and instantly caught up with the flying feather arrows, shooting towards the corpse giant and Jory respectively.

Countless sharp wind-breaking sounds tore through the air and shot head-on at Jori, but these feathered arrows, which should have been shot in a hundred shots, seemed to encounter some inexplicable obstacle, and whenever they were about to hit Jori, they would be bounced out of the way by the swirling blood-colored whirlwind.

The shrill sound of the wind flying around him, a dense rain of arrows constantly shuttling around him, Jory floating low in the air, his bright red eyes looking at the Templars who attacked him.

"Poof!"

The golden light and shadow flashed, and a golden arrow was inserted into the heart of Jory's left chest, and a bloodstained golden arrow cluster pierced out of the back of the heart. In the dense rain of arrows, a second golden feather arrow smashed through all the stray arrows of the same path, sending a golden flash of light in the night at an unbelievably fast speed.

The second arrow broke through Jori's blood mist as scheduled, and hit the arrow inserted in his heart with great precision, the arrow cluster collided with the end, and the holy light full of peace and seriousness suddenly burst out, and the dazzling light that burst out swallowed Jory into it in the blink of an eye, and above the low sky of the Dead Hill, a sky lantern that bloomed with holy light lit up.

After a few breaths, the sky lantern went out, and the figure suspended in the low sky also disappeared together, looking like it should have been decomposed by the holy light, and the dead could no longer die. A metal masked man hiding in the Marksman battle array, he slightly let go of the third golden arrow, and then he turned to the other archers beside him and whispered, "Don't take it lightly, although we have stupidized a demon, there is a stronger big guy waiting for us!" ”

"Yes!!"

Hearing the masked marksman whisper, the other shooters all shouted in response, but beside the masked man, there was a shooter who did not respond to his declaration, but bowed his head lifelessly.

The corpse giant has already pulled most of the corpse dragon's body into its body, even if the corpse dragon struggled out with all its strength, the few tentacles left outside split their mouths and tore the corpse giant's body fiercely, it was still to no avail, and the corpse dragon used other tentacle cracks to tear the corpse giant, that is, those tentacles were also pulled by the stump of the corpse giant's skin and dragged into its body.

If it was the original corpse head dragon, it might not be so passive and powerless, but after becoming Jori's envoy, it no longer has the peak strength of its life, and even its size has shrunk by two to three times. Such a corpse-headed dragon, it is only a matter of time before it is completely pulled into the body of the corpse giant.

Now that an evil demon has been eliminated, the demon's lion mount has not yet moved, and there are blood-stained people, who are swimming and cutting around the corpse giant with their sharp claws, and no one pays attention to these Templar warriors for a short time, taking advantage of such a great opportunity, the marksman and the mage know that the opportunity has come, and they all move, the mage releases all protection and directs the mana wholeheartedly, while the marksman rigorously advances towards the corpse giant.

The Templars are trained marksmen, and they also have a killer strong bow technique - zero shot.

No one ever said that if Aitharas's sharpshooter was close to him, he would be slaughtered. Zero shot, this move is specially prepared for the enemies who rush to the side of the archer.

"Mircy, what are you sending at such a time! This is not the quality that an elite warrior should have, give me, cheer up! ”

There was a sharpshooter with his head down, and when he saw him standing still in a daze, another shooter pushed him, but soon, the other marksmen sensed that something was wrong.

How can a well-trained warrior be in a daze at an unexpected critical moment?

As they quickly advanced towards the corpse giant, the other marksmen moved quickly to follow the masked man to maintain their formation, but the archer with his head down staggered in place, and the bow and crossbow in his hand were thrown to the ground.

Throw away all the weapons and stay in a daze, on the battlefield, such a bastard's behavior is something that a three-year-old child can't do, let alone a battle-hardened Templar? There's only one reason why things go wrong! The masked man, who had the sharpest sense of perception, had already bent his bow and arrows, and drew his golden longbow and aimed it at his companion.

"Whew!"

Without hesitation, the masked man let go of the bowstring. (To be continued......)