The blazing blade dragged diagonally up from the lower right corner, and the red flames continued to pour into the ogre's body like a poisonous fly that smelled the smell of rotten flesh, and the organs and intestines were instantly swelled to the extreme by the scorching fire, so that he couldn't make any sound in extreme pain because the internal organs were squeezed together, but an ugly face instantly turned the color of a dead pig's liver, and then as the sword blade left his body, he cut off his right arm, and a turbid qi suddenly exploded in his body, and the violent internal pressure even made him spit out his huge heart from his mouth。

Mrak picked up the severed arm that had fallen to the ground and threw it at Tariq along with the mace he was holding, and continued to fight like a cheetah himself.

The explosion behind him continued, and the furious roar of the ghost beast was the best coordinate, depending on Jeremy's meaning that either he blew the beast to death, or he ran out of shells, judging by the previous situation, the latter is more likely to be judged by the previous situation.

But it doesn't matter, this is also everyone's will, as long as you can consume a little more of the state of the ghost beast before the final siege, then it is definitely worth paying a few shells.

The roaring artillery fire was the most iron-blooded war song, urging Mlak and the others to raise their swords and hammers like Tang Woxue to clean up the remaining enemies on the battlefield, and as the battle on the ground gradually came to an end, the wailing in the sky began to calm down not long ago.

After paying the price of nearly 300 sea eagles, Ilor finally tore up all the thunderbirds with Ivo's help, and now a large black shadow hovering in the sky, from time to time the blood still falling from the wound still had a hint of the saltiness of the sea breeze.

The walls fell silent, and Jeremy had finally used all the shells, but there was still a furious roar or two from time to time in the thick sand that almost lifted the entire desert into the air.

It's just that it's obviously much weaker than it was at the beginning.

"Line up!"

Behind Ivo, more than five hundred musketeers began to form an attack array at the captain's shout.

There were regular infantrymen and snipers armed with specially made muskets and trained by Ivo - this was the name Lear gave him.

But now the class of troops doesn't matter, and the remaining 500 or so people know what to do next as long as they can pull the trigger.

The monster that has slaughtered countless companions has reached its knees, and it's time to deliver a fatal blow to it.

This is a responsibility that belongs to all, and it is also an honor that belongs to all.

"For Spartacus!"

As the yellow sand settled and the shadow of the beast within, Mrak let out a loud shout and the warriors who had divided into three attack arrays took steps together.

Even in the desert, the team pushed forward until it was a hundred meters away from the ghost beast.

Beneath them was a sand pit five or six meters deep that had been blasted out by a cannonball, and at the bottom of the bunker, the giant beast was covered in blood-soaked sand and was wheezing violently.

Spectre Behemoths aren't technically living creatures, but they're not zombies that are called by necromancy.

Before entering Beamon's Crypt, the necromancer will extract their souls, and then use secret methods to increase their physical vitality, and then the soul that has been polished by the necromancer's sacrifice will return to the body of the Beamon Behemoth, and a new Spectre Behemoth will be born, which will more than double the original attack defense and speed damage.

It's just that in this way, the so-called ghost monster has become a terrifying monster that never lives or dies.

At this time, the ghost beast at the bottom of the pit could no longer see its original majesty at all, and the gray and white skin, which was originally harder than steel, now looked more like a tattered cloak, and it was so casually draped on its body that it also exposed the flesh and dry bones inside, and even bursts of strong heart beats were spreading out along the gap between the ribs.

In addition to this sound, the only thing left in the air was the sizzling sound of the blood of the giant beast falling into the hot sand beneath him, and as the sun became more and more blazing, the figure of the giant beast became more and more obvious, and layers of black gas floated out of its bare bones, and if you looked closely, it was actually a mysterious and transparent black crystal.

Mrak and Ivo looked at each other and nodded to each other - the ghostly beast's life force had come to an end, its broken body was no longer enough to sustain the power of destruction, and it was probably only because the resentment that the necromancer had injected into its soul had not completely dissipated.

Ivo carefully aimed his bow and arrow at the head of the still beast, where the four iron arrows were still deep in the monster's eye sockets, and the red and white liquid was constantly spilling from the huge eyeball, a bit like a quicksand bag that had been stabbed with chopsticks, but what flowed out would never whet anyone's appetite.

"Poof!"

The bowstring in Ivo's hand shook violently like an electrocuted viper, and then the cold light suddenly broke through the blockade of space and appeared next to the ghost beast's head, and it only took a thousandth of a second to penetrate the completely damaged right eye again, turning the eyeball that was already on the verge of bursting into a pile of exploding blood.

The beast closed its eyes.

The sharp fighting qi collided with the gray-white eyelids, and a violent spark was created, but with a painful roar, the cold light pierced directly through the eyelids that were harder than rocks.

Not only that, but after this arrow, only a terrifying blood hole remained in the eye socket of the ghost beast, and the soul-tearing pain prompted it to mechanically wave its remaining giant claws, but soon a tearing horror wound began to spread upward from its armpit and then across its entire right shoulder.

It tore its shoulders apart.

It seems that Jeremy's shelling had a huge effect, not only the burn marks left on the surface of its body, but also the wave of air accumulated by the explosion that destroyed the soft tissues in the behemoth's body.

As long as it has not become a god, then no matter how powerful the life force of the creature is, there is a limit, and the invincible defense of this ghost beast has finally collapsed under repeated bombardments, and now it looks like nothing more than a pig with a huge size.

Ivo and Mrak took the lead and slowly approached the bottom of the bunker, although the giant beast was dying, they still did not dare to risk the lives of ordinary soldiers, and the distance of 100 meters to maximize the lethality of the musket was obviously not enough.

They must determine whether this monster is still capable of fighting.

Little by little, the distance was getting closer, until Mrak was already close to the giant beast, and he could even see the black dust particles dissipating from its body, and the other party did not react.

The two black holes generally have eye sockets that are constantly spilling blood, and they have been completely destroyed, and only the face of the broken nose bone can be seen, and the huge fangs have been completely broken at this time, revealing the bright red tooth flesh inside.

It seems that he is really too dead to be dead.

Just as Tariq was about to rush forward and smash the ghost beast's head with a stick, Mrak suddenly grabbed him, and the scorching blade slashed in the air several times, and two cross-shaped flame sword qi rushed towards the beast's face.

Then they heard a beastly roar that would arrest their hearts.

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