Each strong player has their own fighting style, which is reflected in the speed and efficiency of killing enemies. Martin is a second man almost every time, and this is also noticed by Tyclis.

Tyclis reined in the fluctuations of the magic element overflowing from his body, and walked over to pat the Juggernaut on the shoulder: "Let's go, I have a strong premonition, and soon I will know who that 'ally' is, and I will meet him." ”

"Yes!"

The two of them left without looking back.

Almost at the same time, the ruined city of Estalil.

As the former capital of the free city-state, even though most of the city collapsed, many buildings still survived.

Once a new colony of nezumi, it's now littered with nezumi and beastman corpses.

"Stop! Stop these crazy guys! There's going to be a win over there. "Count Sergov Nord wielded a magnificent bayonet sword, and kept struck the sword like lightning, stabbing the nezumi who dared to rush in front of him. In between swinging his sword, he even had the leeway to flip his left-handed revolver musket, and in a juggling motion, he loaded and fired, killing the more dangerous enemy elites one by one.

Beside him, an old woman flame mage, a knight on foot with a halberd, and a dwarf armed with a battle axe formed a line of defense, blocking the mouth of a huge cave.

From time to time, there was a sound that shook the ear drums.

"How many hearts does this bastard have?Gal didn't you swear you pierced his heart just now?" spoke to Sylvie, wielding her ornate bayonet sword and dodging the onslaught of a Slenish demigod in ornate armor with nimble steps.

Behind that demigod powerhouse was Garr, who was also wielding a scarlet spear. They were flanking the enemy.

Garr was full of grievances: "That's really the feeling of piercing the heart!"

The demigod with blood from the corner of his mouth roared angrily: "Filthy human, do you think I'm going to die like this? The great Shlenish has given me strength and an immortal body! Destroying a heart is like killing me? You are so naïve!"

Obviously, this guy should have been a human nobleman at the same time, with brilliant blonde hair and a square and handsome face, he can definitely be called handsome.

Unfortunately, his face was now distorted by pain, and his body was deformed by the invasion of demonic tissue.

With the support of terrifying power beyond mortals, a two-handed greatsword in the eyes of a human was played as light as a toothpick by him.

It's just that Sylvie and Gal are more agile, and they gain an advantage by attacking back and forth.

It's like dancing on the tip of a knife and walking a tightrope on an active volcanic crater!

Because of the difference in physique, the demigods under Slenish have countless opportunities to make mistakes, and even if their hearts are burst, they can slowly repair their injuries.

Not so far with Sylvie and Gal.

They have been blessed by the gods and have greatly strengthened their bodies, but they still have not exceeded the limits of human beings. Once hit, it's over.

"I hate order, I hate rules, I hate women who are more beautiful than me, and men who are more handsome than me!" the demigod roared wildly, and the content of his words was almost to the level of spiritual pollution.

Sylvie called out with a cold face, "Gal!"

Garton realized: "It's okay." ”

Sylvie's crosssword in her hand suddenly burst into a brilliant and dazzling light, and this golden light directly dazzled the eyes of the demigod.

Gal behind him shouted, "Piercing Death Thorn Spear—"

The scarlet light flashed away, and the spear head produced an unscientific ninety-degree right-angle turn in the air, dodging the armor on the back of the demigod, and piercing through the joint of the armor under the opponent's left ribs at an extremely tricky angle, the target was obviously the opponent's heart.

Earlier, Sylvie directly released [Durandal's Radiance], which was also stabbed by the first sword.

Who knows, the other party did not dodge or dodge, but directly opened the giant hand that was human in appearance and was actually at least five times the size, and blocked the front of the cheek with one hand, purely with a thickness of more than ten centimeters, but the toughness was comparable to that of a steel palm.

The cross sword with the holy sword soul did pierce the opponent's palm, but that's all, the opponent's hand pushed out after being hit made the sword blade break through the opponent's palm at the same time, away from the opponent's head vital point, and there was a great idea of disarming Sylvie's cross sword.

As for the attack on his own heart, apparently he was also ready to eat hard.

The unexpected happened!

The [Piercing Death Thorn Spear], which could only pierce the heart, was suddenly annihilated by all the light on the spear's body, and Gal drew the spear back instead.

The cat is on the ground in a very bizarre position - the left toe is stretched forward, the right leg is retracted, the hands are in a position similar to playing billiards, the right hand holding the handle of the gun is pulled behind the back, and the index and middle fingers of the left hand are gently pressed against the prismatic spine of the gun head.

"[Piercing Death Lance]—"

This is the biggest and strongest attack that Gal has come to comprehend from Gun Mettle.

Unlike the [Impale Deaththorn Spear], it does not have the conceptual trait of 'must pierce the opponent's heart', but its power and effect range have been increased several times. On the other hand, the consumption of energy in the body is extremely intense, requiring the use of all the mana in the body.

Feeling the sharp change in Gar's aura in an instant, the demigod also showed a look of astonishment on his face, and even his counterattack against Sylvie was sluggish.

For a long time, he thought that this lowly boy who played with a spear didn't have any powerful killing skills.

This is a very normal judgment.

In the two human realms, the ones who can really fight in melee are knights, or Sigmar's battle monks.

Only the lowliest spearmen were wielded by this typical infantry spear. No matter which country it is, at most it is the top of the Imperial Halberd, and I have never heard of anyone who can become a supreme master with an infantry spear. Whether it is culture or inheritance, there is no strong person of this type.

He would never have imagined that Gal's legacy came from the other side of the universe, and that he was Cú Chulainn, the great hero of Celtic mythology who was also unpopular on Earth.

It was Gal's upset that made him make the most wrong judgment.

The atmosphere is oscillating, and the magic is resonating.

The energy in the magical wind of the surrounding air was absorbed into Gal's body as if it had fallen into a vortex in an instant.

At this moment, Gal broke through himself!

It was a crimson glow that shone throughout the cave.

With the last drop of his strength, Gal threw his spear.

The scarlet spear pierced through the wound under the left armpit of the Slenish demigod, penetrated the left lung and the left collarbone, and blasted diagonally upward, directly blasting the demigod's head out!