Chapter 83 is a real nirvana
The atmosphere is screaming, the atmosphere is roaring.
As if the terrifying monster sealed in the knight's novel was about to be revived, the ground trembled slightly before the impending storm, and the rubble on the ground seemed to have some kind of life, jumping up and down like small animals sensing the impending natural disaster, trying to remind the two people who were still on the land in this way.
Run–
Obviously, there was no verbal communication, and there was no eye contact, but under the persecution of the existential crisis, the two people who had just kept a faint confrontation ran away in unison.
It's just that...... How fast can you beat the wind?
It's not a breeze, it's not a strong wind, it's a real tornado!
The frenzied wind swept the earth, and the debris flew all over the sky, obviously it was just a tornado formed by an extremely distorted air current, but at this moment it seemed to have some kind of spirituality, and the flying stones in the sky were like a big open mouth under the wind, aiming at the fog imprisoned by the vacuum and biting down violently, and then rising up with the momentum, flying high into the air, tearing through the dark clouds that were thicker than the cumulonimbus clouds, and poking a huge hole in the sky.
This ...... It should be over.
The Glory, tossed aside by the wind and waves, turned over in the rubble, looked up at the great void in the sky that had been torn apart, and looked at the long-lost sunlight that sprinkled from the hollow, and couldn't help but think so.
But in the next moment, his face changed.
- A pair of blood-colored vertical pupils appeared directly above the line of sight, staring at each other.
Then, the wind roared.
"Boom!"
With a loud thunderous sound, the earth suddenly sank, and the dust and sand spread out in all directions under the shock wave, looking like a blooming flower of earth and stone from a distance.
It's a pity that the young man has no time to appreciate it at the moment, the intelligence merchant's attack is too sudden, he only has time to roll on the spot to avoid the volley claw that fell from the sky, let the vibration of the ground conduct throw him flying, and he fell heavily seven or eight meters away, without waiting for the qi and blood in his body to calm down, a carp rolled and got up from the ground, and immediately put the short sword dark blood on his chest, and then raised his head, looking up at the dragon man who appeared in front of him again.
Now is the time!
Hitomi shrank slightly, and red blood trickled down his arm.
"Vest—"
The key to activation came out of his lips, but it came to an abrupt end the next moment.
The two of them in the battle invariably stopped their hand movements, no words, no communication, the two immediately abandoned their previous suspicions, leaning back to back, if it weren't for the previous scene of swords facing each other was too impressive, anyone would think that they were close friends who could be entrusted with life and death.
"I'm back. ”
The fog surged, and the not-so-tall form of the murderer gradually appeared in the desperate gray, and the pair of black eyes shone like stars: "What a beautiful blow, almost succeeded, really, really only a little—you say, how can I repay you?"
The conversation changed here.
"Why don't you return the favor with despair!"
The next moment, the figure dissipated like mist.
Here it comes!
The boy squinted his eyes and prepared a response at the first time - picking persimmons also had to pick up soft pinchs, compared with the invulnerable intelligence merchant after the dragon was humanized, he was far from him in terms of strength, speed and physique, and it was normal for him to become the preferred target of murderers. It's just that...... To his surprise, the sword light did not light up beside him, and the prey chosen by the murderer was-
Sword wielder!
The girl from the Order was targeted by the Misty Night Killer, and almost at the same time as the Glory One raised his sword to parry, the elusive ghost-like figure appeared behind Mia, and without a sound, the scythe of death fell.
But in the next moment, the sword light was cut off by the waist.
As if with eyes on her back, the sword-wielder swung her sword, which was almost as tall as hers, and reflexively swirled around to split the scimitar just right.
Then, there is a stormy attack and defense.
Mia is very strong, indisputably strong, whether it is skill or strength, there are very few people who can be parallel with the great sword bearers of the Order, although the killer shows overwhelming strength, but she is like a reef under the stormy waves, no matter how strong the wind and waves are, no matter how long the storm will last, just stubborn, even paranoid standing in front of the waves, not dodging, not shaking, in her own way, to fight a hearty offensive and defensive battle.
Wonderful!
The fierce battle almost made the boy unable to take his eyes off, and of course, only almost, as a glorious man born with a fighting instinct, Amy Ulysses's distraction lasted only a paltry moment, and before the hands of time could move its steps awkwardly, the black trench coat was already hunting behind him.
Forward!
There was no hesitation in the actions of the Glory, and the distance of tens of meters was fleeting.
Mia is strong, and the boy is sure of it, but obviously, the killer is stronger. Although he didn't know what he had been through after that night, he was able to make such an incredible leap in just a few days, but he had already proven his strength in previous battles.
Neither the absolute vacuum created by the Intelligence Merchant nor the tornado that the sword-wielder was able to penetrate the sky when charged, could not deal effective damage to him. With an almost immortal alien body and the strong physique of a high-level demon, as well as superb combat skills and rich combat experience, the strength of the killer is almost without dead ends.
If the situation is allowed to deteriorate, failure is only a matter of time.
So—
The boy's eyes narrowed, his dark pupils as sharp as razor.
There's no room for clumsiness!
Thinking so, he cut into the battlefield like a swimming fish, and immediately shared a lot of pressure for the girl. Maybe in a head-on battle, Amy, whose strength was completely crushed, could only dodge in embarrassment with an intuition that was close to cheating, and couldn't pose any decent threat to the killer at all, but he was a first-class good hand in the containment and wandering, and the red and black short sword was played with in his hand, not only cut into this battle perfectly, but every attack aimed at the vital point can always force the killer to atomize it just right, and destroy the rhythm of the attack.
Really...... Terrific.
The demon who lived among humans for a period of time under the name of Jack a hundred years ago praised from the bottom of his heart, in his previous memories he had been ordered by the snake to fight against Ulysses, although he was not weak at that time, but in the final analysis, he was only squandering that terrifying combat talent, but only a few days later, in terms of skill alone, he was completely below him, and even considering that completely unreasonable combat instinct, in addition to physical fitness, he really didn't know what else could quickly defeat him and kill him.
Is this what is possible for humanity?
He thought, and then the corners of his mouth under the mask outlined a cold arc.
That's good – I'll kill that with my own hands!
Amy lacks awareness of the change in the enemy's mentality, but almost at the same time as the killer changes his main target, he realizes that the crisis is approaching, and his style of play changes from seeking victory in stability to blindly seeking stability, but even so, the teenager with the sharp increase in pressure can't help but be embarrassed.
However, this is also an opportunity.
The Glory Man thought that under the increasingly fierce attack of the murderers, while struggling to support, he divided some of his efforts and sent a request for help to the intelligence merchant not far away: "Willy—"
However, the dragonmen were silent in response.
For Wilson, the title of father had a very special meaning, and the oath he made in his father's name was to be kept no matter what, but this did not mean that he would simply become the thug of the two men in front of him—on the contrary, he never forgot that no one was on his side in this battle with no hope of victory, and everyone was his enemy, an enemy who never died.
Therefore, he plans to use the hand of the Misty Night Killer to spend the other party that is still in good condition.
As for whether Amy Ulysses will die because of this, it was purely a thought, and he had realized in the previous battle that this guy had an almost cheating instinct for danger, and that he was more slippery than a loach in battle, and it might not be difficult to suppress him head-on, but it was an almost impossible task to kill him in a short period of time.
A hundred years ago, the killer ghost who shocked the entire lower region, this name sounds quite scary, but in fact, it is quite limited that he is stronger than him, but the immortal body is too difficult to deal with, so people have the illusion that he can fight one against three - and since there is no absolute difference in level with him, then presumably the murderer will not be able to take down the glorious one for a while.
This is a good time to think about the means to break the situation, if someone is dragged into a dispute without a word, risking his life to contribute to the enemy, it is really too stupid.
Having made up his mind, Wilson scrutinized the battle situation.
The situation can be said to be one-sided, the difference in the level of strength makes this battle not much to see, one side has an insurmountable immortal body, and the other side has an unimaginable weird intuition about danger, not so much that the two sides are engaged in a fight, it is better to say that the three of them are playing a boring game of who hacks and kills who first - on the one hand, the murderer looks at Amy A. Ulysses launched an onslaught, and on the other hand, the sword-wielder maintained a tremendous pressure behind him, and the whole battle was like walking on a tightrope suspended in the air, maintaining a very dangerous balance.
It's not a good thing to drag on like that.
With the passage of time, the high demons who have become dragons gradually become uneasy.
It's almost, isn't it?
Watching the teenager whose situation was getting more and more precarious, Wilson finally made a move.
"Hands-on—"
He said, and then unleashed his abilities.
- Atmospheric control.
The invisible vacuum belt suddenly took shape, although the murderer atomized it at the first time, but even the mist that the material could not harm would still be restricted by the vacuum - the atomized body that was stretched, twisted, and diluted to the point of almost invisible stopped acting as a matter of course, and this demon with an immortal body was in an unguarded state at the moment, of course, in the early stage, you could hurt a cloud of ethereal mist.
And this kind of means, Amy Ulysses is not without it.
There is only one question that needs to be considered now, that is, should the killer feature be used at this time?
But the hesitation only existed for a moment, and when the next moment came, he had already abandoned his unrealistic greed, and only one enemy was reflected in the dark pupils.
subsequently
—Vestia Solin
The activation key was spit out heavily.
The killing intent has been decided.