"This is 06, the left-wing target has been eliminated, everything is normal. OVER。 ”

Listening to the voice from the walkie-talkie, sitting lazily in the cockpit with a cigar in his mouth and handing everything over to the program, the middle-aged uncle who was leisurely flipping through the magazine with his legs crossed answered casually, grabbed the respirator hanging aside like an ornament, and shouted at the walkie-talkie above: "Can't the boys hurry up? Give you these machines, but you fly like turtles crawling on the ground, and when you arrive, it is estimated that everyone has already finished fighting and packed up and went home!"

I didn't care about these plane-like things that formed a formation with me at this time flying in the stratosphere at an altitude of 10,000 meters, and the uncle continued to smoke and read magazines after yelling, until no one responded for a long time, and then he reluctantly grabbed the respirator again: "OVER!"

The other pilots looked helplessly at the flying machine flying in the front and the cab was full of black miasma, and said to themselves, "You have been involved in the development of this thing since three years ago, and you are still flying a test plane equipped with the Homo sapiens system......

"This is 02. Captain, we're not like ordinary armies, and now that we're trained to deal with vampires, you don't have to worry about us anymore, go to the Allies. OVER！”

"Cut, who wants to worry about you guys. As he spoke, the uncle put down the magazine, crushed the cigar, straightened his legs and put on the respirator, "None of the enemies along the way shall be spared, but the premise is that none of you are in danger! Come to church early, there are many beautiful women in the choir of those exorcists, be careful that it is too late to be monopolized by me." OVER！”

As he spoke, the engine glowed with strange light, and before the others could say their last goodbye, the flying machine he was piloting had already turned into a streamer of light and disappeared into the sky.

Their destination was the American branch of the Shield of Justice.

There, the First Marshal was struggling at this time.

Jinhua's dazzling spiritual weapon fell from the sky like a bullet, sometimes covering the marshal's bully, sometimes resisting Chels's attacks, and even sometimes when the two were fighting, a cold blade would suddenly stab Chelse to force Chels back. Although the arrows of the Blood Clan Patriarch Chels could no longer block the projection of spiritual artifacts, the combat experience accumulated over thousands of years gave him the ability to fight the marshal with his own blood.

The blood line of the thin hair collided with the commander's slender blade, and seeing the scythe in the marshal's other hand swinging towards his waist, Chels pressed the commander with a fierce force in his hand, and twisted his wrist while lifting his body with the help of his body, and the huge force repelled the sword blade while making his body rotate, but it was a twist of his waist that tightly clamped the sickle blade with his legs, and he shook and kicked on it again and retreated.

Before he could gain a firm foothold, a sound of breaking wind quietly entered his ears.

As if he had eyes behind him, Chels supported his body with a longbow, and his other hand spurted blood and slashed backwards at the same time, and a giant axe-like spiritual weapon was grabbed by him in his hand, not only did not hurt him in the slightest, but in his low and hoarse roar, he twisted his body and threw it towards the marshal with a backhand.

Generally speaking, even if it is used as a weapon by the other party, it is absolutely impossible to turn against each other because the spiritual weapons are spiritual. But unusually, at a distance of more than ten meters between the two, this battle axe burst out with murderous intent between the lightning and flint, and it was obvious that the marshal who summoned it had been identified as a mortal enemy.

Slightly stunned, the commander in the marshal's hand waved it down, and the seemingly slender blade cut the attacking battle axe in half without hindrance, and flew out with the whistling wind against the marshal's ears.

As soon as he cut through the obstacle in front of him, a blood arrow followed, but it was swept aside by the marshal with a snort of his scythe.

After a short confrontation, both of them gasped slightly, the difference was that the marshal's burden came from the astonishing consumption of spiritual power, while Chels was due to excessive physical consumption.

"Chels, good one-handed tone. ”

Chels smiled when he heard this, straightened up and shook his finger at the marshal: "It is correct to say that it is not the same tone, but the assimilation. As long as I am struck by the black magic of my heritage, I can assimilate any item. Just as the longbow in my hand was assimilated from your human telephone poles, even if it is your spiritual weapon, if you are hit, you will only end up becoming my plaything. ”

There was no superfluous thought, and the marshal just made an ordinary defensive posture after hearing this. In fact, he didn't need to explain it specifically, the marshal who had been dealing with spiritual weapons for so many years had almost guessed it.

Looking at the marshal who was as tired as himself, Chels couldn't help but be a little puzzled. There is no doubt that the marshal's spiritual power consumption comes from these golden vortices in the sky. Crossing the world to project a spiritual artifact will never be a simple matter.

From the previous grappling, Chels found that even if he only used a very small number of projection assistance, he would be greatly affected, and the marshal had no reason to waste spiritual power to create such a huge scene. She is a strong person known as a martial god, naturally she will not make such a simple mistake, after all, it will be very dangerous for humans to deplete their spiritual power in battle, but knowing that this is the case, she still maintains so many spiritual weapons, what is her intention?

Looking at the thoughtful elder, the marshal smiled and shook his head: "It seems that you have noticed...... However, it was already too late. ”

Before he could fully understand the meaning of this sentence, Chels felt that an extremely strange sense of disobedience had descended on him, like countless pairs of eyes in the world staring at him, not coercive oppression nor like the restraint of tangible things, and a sense of crisis arose spontaneously.

And the next moment he found that his body was completely immobile.

The countless spiritual weapons inserted on the ground like grass sprouted fluorescent, and vaguely resonated with each other to form a huge technique, the radius of which covered the entire battlefield.

All the previous attacks of this human being were illusions, was the real purpose of arranging this technique! The speculation in his heart made Chels instantly understand that it was no wonder that the marshal had to maintain so many spiritual weapons all the time, these were all illusions, and they were all just to use spiritual weapons to arrange this huge technique that could not be created by ordinary manpower.

"The Fall of the King...... All targets identified as hostile forces within the scope of this technique will be bound by a technique similar to a seal, and then what will befall these targets is the falling impact of countless spiritual artifacts from the sky. Bloodline, how many spiritual weapons do you think you can catch in this state?"

Above the sky? Chels subconsciously looked up, this heavenly spiritual weapon covered the sky like the light of the sun, if these things fell, even if it was just some ordinary iron blocks, it would be enough to smash himself to death, right? The important thing is not these spiritual weapons, but the techniques that unfold under the feet to bind people.

"From the very beginning, your opponent was not me, but all the members of the Blood Clan around here!"

Raising his hand slightly to wipe the sweat from his forehead, the marshal smiled and asked, "What do you think?"

"It's worthy of being a human being known as a martial god, but it's more difficult to deal with than I thought. Chels struggled and turned his head to look at the marshal, although he still held the longbow in his hand, but it was no longer possible to pull the bowstring, because his body was now tightly bound by something invisible, "But humans, don't underestimate the bloodline. Although I underestimate you, don't think that this is your success. ”

"It's useless to say more, this is the general's blood clan! Your fate has been decided!" the marshal shouted and waved the commander, the azure blade drew a brilliant arc, and the heavenly spirit weapon was then linked into a whole, and the oppressive coercion fell violently, just the operation of the technique had already pressed down the ground of the main battlefield by more than half a meter, Chels believed that if he was allowed to use it, he was afraid that no one would be able to survive such a unilateral crushing offensive.

However, in the next moment, the marshal's body trembled suddenly, and then his eyes widened in confusion, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the commander suddenly lost his brilliance and slipped from her hand, and the golden vortex that filled the sky quickly disappeared from the outside to the inside, and those spiritual weapons that had been inserted in the ground lost their brilliance and turned into a little fluorescence and continued to dissipate.

"Why ......"

As soon as she finished speaking, four blood-red arrows slowly floated up from around her, and a faint blood aura loomed between the four arrows, looking like the marshal was locked in a blood-colored triangular pyramid.

Not far away, losing the restraint of the seal composed of spiritual weapons on the ground, Chels gasped and staggered a few steps, and said slowly: "Sure enough, even if they come from other dimensions, the provider of spiritual power is still you. I used the seal to cut off the spiritual power circuit between you and these spiritual weapons, how about it, the feeling of being overwhelmed by your own spiritual power?"

"I see...... Although there is not much confirmation, the marshal has already felt that the functions of his body, which have been damaged by his spiritual power, are rapidly declining. Victory or defeat was not a matter of concern to her, and she also believed that even if she defeated herself, she would definitely be powerless to fight against the other members of the branch after such attrition, and her task as a marshal of the first generation had been completed, "The spiritual power has been severely damaged, and I will not be able to summon the king's aria to assist me." You've won, Bloodline. ”

"As a human, you are indeed strong. Chels wiped the blood from his face, and with a shudder, he condensed an arrow on the string and aimed it at the First Marshal, "But as a human, that's your limit." ”