The golden light and shadow escaped the masked man's hand in an instant, but his hasty arrow hit the opponent's head with great accuracy. The Masked Man laid a deadly hand on his warriors, but he did not hesitate or freeze in the slightest, having fought against the demons for so many years, the Masked Man knew that the demons were capable of controlling humans.

The archer, who shook on the spot with his head down, was shot in the head by his leader. But in the next second, the shooter who was shot in the head suddenly burst out of his body with a thick blood-colored mist.

"Quick! Scatter! Open! ”

As if sensing the extreme danger, the masked man only had time to issue a warning, and then the marksman, who seemed to be controlled by the demon, exploded into a piece of blood, and the blood that flew in the air was ignited in an instant, and the liquid blood expanded into a fission flame impact. The swollen sea of fire left no time to react at all, engulfing the nearby marksman.

There was no loud sound of high explosions, and the surrounding sea of fire was filled with the sound of waves sweeping by waves, and when the flickering sea of fire dissipated, on the scorched ground, there stood six or seven dried corpses with burning armor and flames, and the charred bodies still maintained a posture ready to dodge.

The flames on the surface were still blazing, and the scorching black smoke was scattered in the hot and distorted air. The dozen or so surviving marksmen ignored the corpse giants who were devouring the corpse dragon, and they quickly fled the surrounding flames, and collectively pulled their bowstrings in the face of the flames.

"Slap, slap, click......"

The crunch of flames shattering objects rang out from time to time, and within the black smoke and air distorted by the heat, the shadow of a man passed through the flames. Through the smoke, he walked towards here with his right hand outstretched.

He walked on the scorching land with a temperature of hundreds of degrees, like a demon bathed in fire, walking out on the ground.

Black boots, topped by a black-and-red trench coat draped over his body, the heat turbulence reopened the placket of his chest, revealing his bleeding chest. Jory's flat right hand, the dark red streamer wrapped between the palm and fingertips became more and more condensed.

"Shoot flat, put!"

The Masked Man roared, and he quickly pulled out a golden arrow. Hold the arrow to your chest and pray with a reverent and solemn moan. And after the masked man's shouting order. The remaining marksmen all pulled their bowstrings and fired a rain of arrows at Choripin.

With a distance of less than twenty meters, even if Jory wanted to change the air flow with the help of the blood shadow streamer, it would be impossible to bounce off the arrows fired so closely.

"Roar!!"

The flying arrows are about to arrive. Jory suddenly opened his arms and let out a low roar. Suddenly, his body vanished from its place. All the arrows fired at Jory missed.

Suddenly, one of the warriors in the Marksman battle array threw away his longbow, clutched his head, and screamed in pain. The two rolled eyes shimmered with a strange blood.

"Ahh Demons, demons...... It...... Stay away from me, you guys! ”

There was no need for the shooter to say it, and those blackened shooters also knew to stay away from him in the first place, and the scene of the human bomb just now did not let these soldiers forget. This time, however, instead of explosions and fire, an enemy armed with a blood-colored whip awaited them.

The screaming archer stopped swaying, and a large stream of blood gushed out from his body, and the blood flowed to his hand as if it were alive, and a long whip made of blood came out of his eyes.

The masked man pulled the bowstring in pain and roared, "Kill him and let our brother be free!" ”

The archer with the blood whip in his hand had a stiff face, but he was moving incredibly fast. The moment he suddenly waved his arm, the sound of the wind breaking driven by the blood whip had already swept in, and those shooters didn't even have time to aim, so they could only counterattack with blind shots.

The former companions staged cannibalism at this moment, and if there was hesitation, it would be the end of death......

"Mircy, don't be struck by evil, wake up!"

The archer whose body was covered in blood mist turned a deaf ear to the other roars of grief and anger, he was not far from the marksman battle array, and even rushed into the battle formation with the momentum of losing both, twisting his body and slashing the blood whip with both hands to whip out a full moon-shaped sweep. The left hand alternated over the right hand of the blood whip grip, this "archer" bent over his back and alternately turned the blood whip into a whistling and rotating meat grinder, the strong centrifugal force because of the length of the blood whip's weapon, exerted a stronger force, and the shooters who were covered by the blood whip full moon swept out one by one with a muffled snort and flew out.

These Templar marksmen have close-fitting combat techniques like "zero shots", but they are still the best at long-range strikes in the end, and personal stations have never been their exclusive domain.

The "archer" used the blood whip to directly tear the necks of several nearby companions into minced flesh, and the bloody rain bathed everyone's bodies, and then the black lion who had been waiting outside the standing circle jumped over, and this lion was like a decisive war hammer, hitting the marksman's fragile battle formation.

"Roar—"

The pitch-black lion opened its mouth in the direction of the most densely populated area, and a substantial roar erupted, only to see that the impact was slightly stronger than the fighting spirit, like a cannonball, through a straight line, in which the shooters were unable to resist, the light armor they wore was crushed and deformed, and the skin exposed outside the protection of the armor was sunken inward. Hey Lion, who pounced on him, tore apart the shooters along the way, knocked down a shooter, and about to drop the opponent's head in one bite, and a game of eating and being eaten began.

"What about the mage? Where's your magical support! ”

Of the seven archmages, there are only three left at the moment. As for the remaining three archmages, they were all holding sharp weapons in both hands at the moment, stabbing the blades into their bodies, they did not hesitate to make their own movements, they were refreshing and neat, as if it was not their own bodies, but the painful and frightened faces of the three archmages revealed that their self-harm was not their original intention.

Obviously a shooter controlled by a demon, the devastating blood whip in his hand swept across the field. Those who had never touched the whip mistakenly believed that the whip was merely a tool for punishing slaves. However, if the pain caused by the whip did not have an unbearable effect, would the slave owner still use the whip? But countless years have passed, and the slave owners still punish the whip for whipping the slaves, and it has not been changed.

This is to illustrate that, throughout history, there has never been a weapon that has caused more pain than whip weapons! Its power lies in the user, and whether the user can exert the pain of whip weapons.

Right on this controlled shooter. All Templar marksmen revisited the wisdom of their ancestors. The ancestors created the most painful weapons, making their bodies as thin as paper. It is said that the sword is the king of weapons, the sword is the overlord of weapons, and the gun is the charging general. And the long whip is the king of pain!

He's dead. Failed. The surprise force is over......

The masked man with the golden longbow lost his soul and dodged the controlled archer, and his companions were torn apart by the whip shadow one by one. He dodged the terrifying blood whip and looked back at the sluggish archer, and the awe-inspiring blood glint in the shooter's eyes.

"Poof—"

The archer, who was wielding a blood whip to slaughter his comrades, shattered without warning, and his body burst out with large shards of blood and stumps, replaced by a black-haired young man standing in place.

Kill......

Kill them all, don't leave a single one, kill kill, kill until you run out......

Jory's extremely hideous face was full of violence, and he gritted his teeth and bared out two fangs, biting a piece of minced meat. Jory's blood-colored eyes were full of an impulse to destroy everything, a pair of eyes that seemed to destroy everything in sight.

A clear tear dripped from the corner of his eye, dripping into the bloody land.

"Joe, when you graduate from college, go find a stable job, after all, you will be a man who will support your family in the future."

That day, when his grandmother came to Jory's rented apartment, she helped Jory clean his room and told him a lot of nagging words.

Her kindness, her accommodation, and her grandmother's constant nagging can no longer ...... I can't hear it.

The greatest happiness in life is to meet a love that is pleasing to each other, Jory once felt extremely happy to meet Bai Jing, and has never seen a girl as pure as her, at that age of ten. In an era when women are like national treasures and sex workers are everywhere, Bai Jing is the only girl he has ever seen who puts her feelings more than money.

What could be more cherished than such a woman?

still remembers what Bai Jing said to herself.

"Sharing the ups and downs between the two is complete love. I'm going to work hard with you to make money, buy a big, beautiful house, and make our new house. The memories of our struggle for the goal are the testimony of my relationship with you, it's so romantic to think about......"

At that time, the girl who was innocent by nature told Jory her beautiful fantasy.

And all this TM is ruined! It's all ruined!!

The target in front of him became sparse, and the individual surviving marksmen struggled to move their bodies and distance themselves from Jory as best they could. In the empty clearing, Jory lost his purpose, and he looked at the most conspicuous of all, the corpse giants.

"Flesh, Soul......"

Sen Han's teeth burst into a low whisper, and Jory jumped to his feet, and his body suddenly burned into a dazzling fluid flame in midair, like a flame meteor shooting towards the corpse giant. At this moment, the corpse-headed dragon clam screamed, and only one of its heads and a few tentacles were left outside, and the rest of its body parts were sucked into the corpse giant's body.

But after the necrosaurus spotted its owner flying towards it, its wailing disappeared.

The corpse dragon's body suddenly decomposed into a blood mist, and the huge body dissipated entirely, and it opened a crack on the surface of the corpse giant's body, and suddenly appeared in front of Jori.

There was no time to close the rift, and the flaming meteor crashed into the crack in the flesh giant's abdomen. The disappearance of the corpse dragon and Jory's advance seemed to be premeditated.

"Master, if you can hear me, please listen carefully, your chance has come, this creature will be your first legion, you ...... So fast! ”

It seemed to want to express something, but after a while, the coat of arms fell silent.

Encouraging the Molten Heart to burn his body and crash into the belly of the corpse giant, Jory did not have the slightest act of condensation, he had almost lost all autonomous consciousness at the moment, and before the fury subsided, he was dominated by grief and mania, and he made conditional firing actions completely by relying on the reactions around him, acting with intuition and the instinct of his sixth sense.

How frightened the corpse dragon was to be sucked into the body by the corpse giant, but Jory did not hesitate to rush into the gap in the corpse giant's abdomen. In fact, the corpse-headed dragon did not die as early as after becoming Jori's envoy, as long as Jory did not die, it would not be destroyed.

The reason why he hasn't been sucked in by the corpse giant for so long is that the corpse dragon deliberately blocked the crack to prevent the gap from closing in order to buy time for Jori, giving Jory a shortcut to enter the corpse giant's body.

And what Jory was doing now was faster than the instructions of the heraldic teleportation, and he recklessly urged the Molten Heart to go straight up. The countless corpses around him who wanted to pull Jory were all burned back by the flames on Jory's body. Faced with this corpse giant who was not only terrifyingly large, but also had a strange internal structure, Jory had no intention of hesitating at all.

His goal is the smell of blood he "smells", the smell of blood that the dominant force instinct drives him to crave.

And when Jory was selfless in the corpse giant's body, the cold and dull thoughts of the coat of arms expressed joy.

"The corpse was linked by the grievances of the deceased, and the corpse meat giant was pieced together, and the corpse meat giant of such a large size was pieced together, and there would never be less corpses used."

"The reason why the corpse giant lost its limbs and was not affected was because the resentment of the dead was connected to it. There is a part of the corpse giant that has the core of resentment buried, and the core center of all the corpse resentment of this giant is gathered, master, you must get this resentment collection! This will be your first legion! (To be continued......)