"I'm so strong! I'm so strong now!" Stannis shouted incredulously as he looked at his fist, "Give me a few more to try my sword!"

His wish was granted, and two more black-armored warriors stepped out of the purple mist, this time one with a halberd and the other with a longbow.

The warriors looked like they had been waiting for his summons for a long time to warm up, and now it was finally their turn.

"Use your black blood to make me stronger!"

After Stannis finished speaking, he threw the shackle at the front of the samurai, and while he was dodging, Stannis immediately drew his twin swords and slashed at him, and the halberd samurai immediately raised his seven-foot-long halberd axe and swept towards Stannis, but was deftly dodged by the lord. , then Stannis directly got up and cut off his right hand with the fire kiss of his left hand, and then the long sword echoed his master, and the amazing flames erupted to incinerate the samurai into a puddle of black water, and this black water was not evaporated and dissipated by the high temperature, but the flow of life was absorbed by Stanis, and finally absorbed by the soles of his iron boots and sent to all parts of his body.

It made him strong again! Before he could savor the pleasant feeling, a long arrow whizzed towards him, and the armor instinctively manipulated him to dodge the blow, and then he turned around, and an arrow was already shot at his face.

Stannis just raised his hand and grabbed the arrow, then snapped it off.

"I'm so disappointed that you're all there is to it!" the lord brushed aside the broken arrow like garbage, and then walked slowly towards the archer warrior, who was strolling about his garden as if he were strolling in his own garden, and now these high-ranking monsters were not worth mentioning in his eyes.

The warrior didn't panic in the slightest, and he shot at Stannis at a rate of four arrows a second, but he was pushed aside by Stannis's slashing skills without paying attention, so that he couldn't even get close to an arrow, and he didn't even have to look at it to determine the trajectory of the arrow.

He walked up to the samurai, and the other man, like the first sword-piercing samurai, was shocked by his momentum, and stood there motionless, ready to be killed.

Of course, Stannis would not be relenting, he directly raised the ice death blow with his right hand and cut off the samurai's head, the helmet fell along with the head inside, and when it collided with the ground, the human head rolled out of it.

But the lord didn't care so much, he couldn't wait to pick up the headless corpse like an attack of drug addiction, and then let the black juice in the armor flow down his neck, poured on his armor and devoured greedily, now his eyes have become almost as blood-red as when he was first possessed by the armor, and the black liquid has even penetrated the armor and poured onto his flesh, making his dark heart even more pleasant.

Stannis reveled in it, the pleasure of which made him go crazy, and he was willing to soak in it forever and become one with the black armor.

As he was enjoying the most wonderful pleasure in the world, he inadvertently glanced at the ground, and then his whole body paused.

It was the human head on the ground that made Stannis wake up instantly, like any pioneer before him, there was not an inch of skin on his entire head, and only blood holes were left in his eyes, but he was certainly not frightened by this bloody sight, he was already familiar with this fear.

It's just that there is not the slightest hideousness on the face of this black warrior, but the expression with almost satisfaction, and the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, as if he has completed some great task.

Stannis had seen this kind of expression, but it was usually a characteristic of positive people, and he believed that people with this expression would never be frightened by him and stood there obediently waiting to be slaughtered by him.

Unless, they deliberately came to die with the consciousness of dedication!

A chill welled over Stennis that if he had calmed down a little just a little, he should have correlated all the signs that were unfolding a long time ago, and thus come to a conclusion, though he was mildly reluctant to believe it.

Because all this is ruthlessly revealing a terrible truth.

That is, the Divine Seal already knew that he was coming, and set this most subtle trap to lure him into the darkness step by step......

"Damn, we can't stand it!" shouted Rocha, a soldier of the Black Dog Regiment, who looked back in despair, the people in his front row were almost dead, the original sturdy wooden fence was now in tatters, and the soldiers in the front row of the coalition army had also suffered heavy losses.

Cloby gritted his teeth, half of his squad had died under the monster's scythe, his hard-earned men. He knew that for the Black Dog Group, their business was a loss.

The battlefield was filled with the wails of the dying, and the black water and blood mixed together to form a dark red viscous river that made it difficult to walk in it.

When will this hopeless battle end?When will the reinforcements from the lord's mouth arrive!

With a roar, Korodov split the scythe monster in front of him from the middle, and the monster that was split in two fell in two directions and turned into black water, and in the seconds when the next scythe monster pounced, he tried his best to rest as hard as he could, even for a man like him, who was always full of will to fight, he was exhausted.

There were only a few elite knights left around him, but fortunately, the ordinary soldiers did not disperse, they regrouped in the rear, and the monk Roma, who had just stabilized Robert's injury, was performing magic on them, although it was not the dragon roar of Stannis, but the god of balance poured powerful mana on the land through the body of the believer to restore everyone's strength, rebalancing the delicate relationship between light and darkness.

Korodov shook the black water from the greatsword, even if he was alone, he would not flee, he must not live up to the expectations of the Justinian family, and it was the discerning talent of the previous earl who promoted him from a worthless country knight to the high position of chief knight, although his subordinates were still unattended at that time......

But now it's different, as the first corps commander of the Thunder Legion, he is now responsible for the five hundred soldiers under him, but he can only watch helplessly at this time as they are cut into pieces but can do nothing.

No, he can still hold a sword.

"My lord, if you can watch me from above, please fight with me!" he roared, and with a whirlwind slash that slashed all the monsters in front of him and forced them back, and then the soldiers behind him immediately stepped forward to refill the gap in the fence.

But only temporarily.