The mushroom cloud gradually disappeared, and when the scorching sun scorched the earth again, the place where the three hundred knights died was only a terrifying pit hundreds of meters in diameter.

The sand that fluttered in the air glowed like gold as it fell, but in the center of the bunker, the yellow sand froze in midair, and as more and more sand fell, the air around it gradually drew the outline of a monster.

Ghost Behemoth!

There was only one two-meter-long fangs left, and only one of the claws that could tear through the mountain peaks was left at this time, and the other had broken at the elbow, several broken flesh and bones were exposed in the air, and the head and body were covered with large areas of gray-black burn marks, and the parts that still maintained their gray skin were mostly covered with blood.

But even this cannot hide the frightening fact that it is alive.

On top of the body, which was gradually turning from transparent to physical, an orc with an equally broken body was staring at Jack Bass with an extremely vicious gaze.

In the final moment of crisis, he used his fighting spirit to stop the explosion for a moment, but it was just enough to allow the ghostly beasts to unleash their ethereal talent, which not only allowed them to easily pass through obstacles, but also dodged deadly physical attacks in time for combat.

However, this skill of burning soul power is no more instantaneous than magic, so the ghost beast that had no protection and three hundred knights instantly turned into ashes, and this one survived after being bruised all over its body.

It's just a giant beast covered in bruises, but it's still a giant beast, and it's definitely not something that ordinary manpower can resist.

"Roar!"

The ghostly beast let out an angry roar, and then crushed towards Mrak like a moving mountain, the distance of hundreds of meters rapidly shortened in exponential multiples under the huge paws of its feet, and even the sand and gravel on the ground shook violently.

At this time, Mrak's side was already empty, and the annihilation of the five hundred knights was exchanged for the total destruction of more than a hundred ogres and the death of a ghost beast, the price was not terrible, but he had no second choice, the remaining soldiers in the distance were still fighting with the ogre, and blood and corpses were also constantly falling from the sky, Tariq was rushing towards him, but before that, he had to face this beast that had been completely enraged by him alone.

The gray claws tore through the air and obscured the sunlight, and the stench and pungent blood slammed down on the top of Mrak's head, and the gray-white fur was like steel thorns, and the power condensed on it could be smashed into pieces even by a brute bull.

The white fighting spirit instantly sank to the soles of his feet, and the force of the pedaling drove his chubby body to move a few meters to the right, and then kicked his right leg into the sand again, and the instant shock made Mlak not retreat but rushed directly to the chest of the ghost beast.

"Bell!"

The blade of the sword slashed against the gray skin with a sound like a clash of gold and iron, and the upside-down fire left a black scar on the sword, but other than that, not even a drop of blood could be seen.

The defense of the ghost beast is terrifying.

A foul-smelling wind swept from his left side, and it turned out to be a ghostly beast that immediately threw his backhand to his chest, trying to slap Mrak to death like a mosquito.

The huge palm completely sealed the backward angle, but Mrak rushed between the beast's legs like a sharp arrow, and the Vulcan sword slashed at its left hind leg with a furious sword aura from its backhand.

"Bell!"

The sword-wielding tiger's mouth was numb again, but at this opportunity, Mrak finally rushed behind the beast, looking up to meet a pair of resentful eyes.

Lifting his hips and leaning up, Mrak jumped onto the back of the giant beast without hesitation, and after dodging the claws of the giant beast with a violent jump, the Vulcan sword in his hand shone with a blazing light in the sunlight, and his body collapsed into a bow, and then he slashed towards the top of Jack Bass's head with both hands in his hand.

"Roar!"

Jack Bass let out an inhuman roar, and the two daggets in his hands crossed upwards to see the blade of the sword that was slashed down by Mrak, but the latter suddenly bent down like a shrimp, and kicked him in the chest with a cuffed leg.

"Boom!" sounded like a hammer in his chest, and the sound of cracking ribs passed through the veins to his brain, followed by a suffocating pain.

He flew out.

After a successful blow, Mrak did not chase and kill, he dragged the Fire God Sword with both hands, and his whole body suddenly exploded to the extreme, and then dragged the sword blade on the back of the ghost beast like a mountain, and the burning blade rubbed against the gray-white hard skin to bring up sparks all the way, and when Mrak stood on top of the giant beast's head, there was a scorched black cut several inches deep behind him.

"Whew!"

Although the slashing of the back did not cause substantial trauma to the beast, the smell of the burning fire still made it furious, and three sharp claws swung fiercely at the top of its head, while the half-broken elbow also brought a violent wind to the other side, like a heavy hammer to the other side.

"Fire spirits who are silent in the void, listen to my will and give me the power to destroy!" ”

Mrak leapt high above the ghostly beast's head like a harrier and didn't hesitate to spare the little magic he had just recovered, and as he chanted quickly, a one-meter-sized fireball exploded behind the beast's head, and the fierce anger pushed him away, dodging the broken elbow that smashed upwards, only to be splashed with stinking blood all over his body.

In pain, the beast turned around and swung its claws, and the cold claw wind even brought a violent whirlwind on the sand, and the earth-shattering killing machine in the yellow sand fell sharply on Mrak's back, but at this time, his toes had just landed, and his heels were still hanging in the air.

"Smack!"

Then came the sound of steel shattering, bones shattering, and blood spilling on the scorching sand, and a tall black shadow flew upside down from behind Mrak, and the red blood rushed all the way along the trajectory of his flight, staining the sand for tens of meters into a bloody path.

Tariq.

In the desperate moment, he used the steel shield in his hand to block the blow for Mrak.

Two cold lights suddenly broke through the barrier of space and rushed into the battlefield, one shot directly into the left eye of the ghost beast, and the other slammed into the other cold light that shot from behind Mrak, the two cold lights collided violently in mid-air and fell to the ground, turning into four broken arrows that trembled to themselves, and the other slammed into the ghost beast's blocking claws, stirring up a dazzling spark.

Taking advantage of this, Mrak quickly left the battlefield and ran to Tariq, and when Ivo was holding the arrow again, Jakbus ducked into the shadow of the ghostly beast.

"How?"

With a sword, Mrak sliced through the shield embedded in Tariq's arm and used the last bit of magic to heal the wound, and the pieces of flesh were wrapped in blue light and slowly recovered, although not enough to heal, but the surging blood finally stopped.

"Ahem, ahem, can't die. ”

Tariq struggled to crawl out of the deep sand pit, spitting out the sand in his mouth and coughing up several mouthfuls of black blood, he had broken at least six ribs and broken his arm bones in the blow just now, and this was when the ghost beast had been hit hard, if the monster was in its heyday, a blow would have been enough to take his life, which is why Mrak has always been able to rely on speed to fight and not dare to fight head-on.

"Can you beat it?" the barbarian gritted his teeth and drew the short knife from his waist, his mace had been discarded at the beginning of the battle in order to use the giant shield to attract the attention of the ghost beast, and the short knife had been given to him by Haag as a last weapon.

Mrak shook his head, then nodded, his eyes as he looked at the ghostly beast with an indestructible determination.

The battle has been going on so far, what if you can fight it, what if you can't beat it, the general has died in a hundred battles, and the horse leather shroud is still there, and it is only a battle to the death.

The roar of the giant beast resounded between the heavens and the earth, and after being harassed many times, it had long since been left with monstrous anger and beastly nature that tore everything apart, the sand dunes roared and the earth trembled, and a violent roar erupted from the distant city walls at the same time.

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