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The sound of the battle shook the sky, and the entire forest floor was stained dark red with blood and minced flesh.

A figure covered in black light rose and fell, and quickly flew past the bloody human alliance.

"Wow-" A serpent-like tentacle suddenly shot out of his waist, and the tentacle rolled in the air, and in an instant a faint scarlet appeared from the void, and was tied up in a ball, wailing and struggling, and lost life in the blink of an eye.

"The fiftieth!"

Rodin stroked his sweat-soaked black hair and smiled contentedly.

Fifty elusive Blood Demon Squires were devoured by him, and together with a dozen or so cannibals, he provided a total of more than 600 experience points.

The Blood Spirit progress bar has become 653/10000.

The situation of the battle has also become clear.

The cannibals left behind more than a thousand corpses, and the elite werewolf warriors were killed and wounded, and the initial numerical advantage was lost, and the human alliance forced them to retreat.

They didn't run away, they were still fighting the trapped beasts, but it was only a matter of time before they were defeated.

The human coalition has also paid a huge price. Ordinary soldiers suffered more than forty percent casualties, and the Bronze Power lost two-thirds of them in the previous wave of Blood Demon Squires' sneak attacks.

Only the Black Iron Powers and the Silver Powers are relatively intact. According to overall estimates, there are about half of the troops of 1,000 people left.

Rodin was particularly impressed by this. In the history of ancient China, the troops that reached this casualty ratio and could still fight unremittingly were definitely the trump cards of trump cards.

In fact, most of the people in this army have not participated in large-scale battles for nearly a decade.

"Being able to stand tall in the face of thousands of years of dimensional invasion is naturally extraordinary. ”

The surviving warriors were all bloodied, their lips pursed into a resolute straight line, and they desperately waved the blades in their hands.

Only by slaughtering the cannibals on the other side can the souls of the dead be comforted.

But that's not all.

Rodin's gaze drifted into the distance.

As early as the beginning of the battle, the golden ranks of the human alliance and the cannibal forces, the Great Sacrifice of Citis and Guins, tacitly stayed away from the battle circle and did not affect their respective subordinates.

At this time, as far as the eye could see, a gray tornado that pierced the sky and the earth appeared in the sky above the forest a kilometer away.

The hurricane roars, the forest is overturned, the earth is cracked, the earth is blown away, and the lives are devastated, but there is a mysterious wolf-headed giant who stands still and calmly faces the storm circle.

This is a battle between two gold tiers, and the winner is crucial.

"I have a jumping heel and there is no problem with self-preservation. If you can observe the battle of the Golden Tier up close, if one of them loses its combat effectiveness......"

Rodin thought about it with a surge of excitement, and he no longer had the intention of chasing the remnants of the defeated army of Guins, and his figure disappeared in place in a few ups and downs.

Rodin struggled to stand a hundred meters from the center of the storm, a wall of dark hearts enveloping his body.

Near the center of the storm, the wind and sand swept through, the sound of ghosts crying and wolf howls in my ears, and the violent air currents that kept whistling like countless sharp blade tips swept past the wall of the heart, and even burst out with sparks.

When he looked up, his vision was completely occupied by the terrifying whirlpool of airflow, and the muffled thunder of "boom" was about to burst the sky, and the electric snake danced wildly in the swirling vortex, and everything around him trembled, as if the heavens, the earth and the light were slowly swallowed up.

He felt an invisible arm choke his body, suppressing his breathing, and the slightest loss of consciousness would inevitably lead him to a place from which he would never recover.

"It's too small, even if I'm a silver level, in front of true power, I'm still an ant. ”

At this moment, the swordsmanship that Rodin was once proud of, the power of the bloodline, was like a passing cloud, false and fragile.

He couldn't help laughing at himself,

"This kind of battle is simply something that a small character like me can interfere in. He couldn't even get closer than fifty meters, so he had no choice but to be an honest spectator.

He glanced again at the wolf-headed giant standing in the center of the storm, holding a verdant leaf.

Guins Zandra

1960 years old

Remnants, half-spirits

The world of royal grace

Yang Soul Rank Great Witch

Gold High Rank Force

Ability:

1st and 2nd Order Sorcery (30 items skipped)

Third-Order Sorcery: Blood Soul Demon Servant, Wolf Totem Secret Technique, Fresh Hunting Technique, Wind Element Torrent, Star Divination, Soul Extraction, Any Door.

Fourth-Order Sorcery: Blade of Time, Wind of Recovery......

Battle Champion - Wolf (Gold Tier)

Beasticraft (Gold Tier)

Treasure: Book of Leaves (Ability Amplification)

This giant is a powerful man and a wizard.

Rodin couldn't help but worry about Cedith, who was manipulating the storm.

――

As the tornado approached, the giant named Guinz opened the emerald green leaf book in his palm, and his long snout opened and closed, revealing a string of mysterious incantations.

Its voice was not high, low and rough, but it pierced through the thunder and wind howls and was clearly present in the ears.

Beneath it, the only surviving old woman held her cane at the same time, responding to its voice.

The Book of Leaves shone brightly, outlining a blade-like clear light in front of Guins.

It blew at Qingguang, and countless starry fireflies and moths escaped from the void like flames, and swooped into Qingguang to solidify its form, and in an instant, it forged a giant slashing sword with a diameter of more than fifty meters.

When Guins' muscular, bruise-muscled arm grasped the hilt of the sword, all the light faded, and the blade instantly became radiant and restrained, giving people a clear and complete feeling like a bright moon.

Then, Guins' shot.

Chopping the sword and sweeping through the hurricane.

I saw a flash of light flash across the sky, and the deafening roar of the storm came to an abrupt end.

Following that sword, a breeze swept across Rodin's cheeks, which was extremely strange, making his silver rank body feel a bone-chilling cold, as well as lingering tiredness and hunger. It's like not closing your eyes for ten days and half a month, not eating, and being weak and drowsy.

He bit the tip of his tongue sharply, and punched his spirit.

was surprised to find that not only him, but even the tornado that wanted to devour everything before was "tired".

The gray clouds that pierced the heavens and the earth changed from an energetic youth to a stiff age in an instant, and his movements became stiff and sluggish.

The high-speed swirling vortex, the body size visibly shrunk to the naked eye, and there was a ten-level jump, shrinking from a giant python to an earthworm, and finally a few spins on the spot and annihilation into nothingness.

The wolf-headed giant Gunnes Zandra who wielded the sword was gone, presumably too much to support his body.

After all, it was just a remnant soul that had wandered for thousands of years, and it should have returned to dust and earth a long time ago, and although it was forcibly recalled by the priests, it could not exist in the world for a long time.

At the moment, the nearby area is back in a breezy mood.

The clouds in the sky have cleared, and the scorching sun has returned.

Only potholes, scratches, and unrecognizable forests tell the story of what happened not so long ago.

Rodin staggered to the center of the battlefield, only to see Citis covered in rags, unconscious, his chest still rising and falling faintly.

Rodin stepped forward to take a cursory examination, and found that a slender scar like a clock hand appeared on the golden man's chest.

The scars are very shallow, but they are full of texture to the touch.

In addition, his originally dense beard like steel needles has become gray, his facial skin is loose and wrinkled, and he has lost his previous vigorous spirit, as if he has aged dozens of years all of a sudden, and has become an ordinary old man in his last years.

What took away his life?

"Fourth-Order Sorcery Time Blade", from the information observed in the Yuan Pupil, Rodin easily came to this conclusion.

In the time that the speed of light passes, everything is weak.

This is true of Citez, and so is the terrifying tornado.

"My current state should only be affected by the aftermath of the Blade of Time. ”

After being stunned for a moment, Rodin walked towards another person not far away, and the goosebump-haired Guinsian priest also fell into a coma.

What does it mean that a powerhouse at the level of a great witch is presented in front of his eyes without defense?

At this moment, the blood spirit felt Rodin's heart, puff, puff, and was ready to move.