"Retreat!"

Mrak let out a sudden shout and pulled Tariq back quickly, but the beast rushed towards them at an even faster speed.

Everything is fake, this monster that has been transformed by the necromancer not only has the nature of killing, but now it seems that the enemy does not know how to inject a lot of wisdom into them, although the injuries on its body are already dying no matter how you look at it, but it is definitely not like everyone just thought that it has completely lost the ability to fight.

It was in disguise, waiting for everyone to get closer and tear them all apart in one fell swoop, even at the cost of the last remaining eye and arm.

But now that I think about it, that eye has been hit so hard that it has no meaning at all, and judging by the speed and direction of the giant beast coming to them at this time, the way this monster perceives life is more than just relying on eyesight!

Although Mlak had already warned and prevented Tariq from being sent to death, and although the ghost beast had lost its most threatening claws, its terrifying size of more than ten meters was like a moving mountain, and even if it was stepped on and pressed, it could easily crush these warriors into pulp.

An iron arrow suddenly sank through the ghostly beast's open jaw, and the beast's roar suddenly suffocated as the light vanished.

"Spread out!

Ivo suddenly jumped out of the crowd and quickly ran towards the edge of the bunker, firing his bow and arrows in the process, but only delaying the beast's movements for a few moments.

In this case, it is impossible to compete with the ghost beast for speed, when trampling and crushing have become the last way to fight the ghost beast, the only way to reduce casualties is to scatter and fight independently, as for those who are caught up and locked can only ask for more blessings.

The ghost beast began to pursue Ivo, not only did the arrows completely infuriate him, but the dangerous aura he constantly felt from the other party also stimulated his beastly instinct to kill creatures that could threaten him.

The huge right claw swung back and forth like a ram as it galloped, and the tendons were torn apart so that even the white bones were connected without any sluggishness, and now it looked more like a giant zombie, and there was hardly any evidence of being a living creature except for the constant gushing of crimson blood.

Two figures, one left and one right, suddenly appeared on either side of the roaring beast, and the two of them glanced at each other in the air as they ran, and then jumped high at the same time, actually jumping directly onto the back of the ghostly beast like a hill.

The slightly chubby man on the left shouted without saying a word, and the white fighting qi instantly wrapped around the blade of the sword and stabbed down fiercely, and below that position happened to be the huge heart of the ghost beast.

"Poof!" into the flesh half a foot, but that's all, for the behemoth's crust several feet thick, such a little damage can only make its back at most an extra blood spot, let alone fatal, even if it loves the damage it has already received, it is a drop in the bucket.

However, the figure did not hesitate to withdraw his hand and let go of his sword, and then the black shadow on the right roared and leaped high, and the iron rod-like thing in his hand slammed into the hilt of the sword nailed to the back of the giant beast.

"Boom!"

The weapon in the black shadow's hand was instantly torn apart, and the flying iron spikes and sawdust even cut through their outer armor, but the sharp sword was also completely smashed into the beast's body, leaving only a piece of crimson hilt on the outside.

But it was Mlak and Tariq.

Suddenly, the momentum of the giant beast was suddenly suffocated, and then it fell forward heavily, you must know that the blade of the Vulcan Sword is nearly two meters long, and if the blow just now is not unexpected, it should have directly pierced the heart of the giant beast.

"Whew!"

The fallen beast suddenly roared and stood up again, leaving only the right claw connected to the bones to slam its back, but Mrak and Tariq had only just stood up under the influence of the inertia of the beast's down, and the huge shadow of death had completely enveloped them.

At the last moment, two cold rays of light suddenly appeared on the sides of the two, and the sharp arrows instantly pierced through their iron armor and hung on their bodies like hooks, and a huge drag force immediately pulled the two off the back of the giant beast.

"Boom!"

Blood splattered, and this final furious attack finally drained the remaining tenacity of the behemoth's arm bones.

Its right claw, broken.

Mrak and Tariq got up from the ground and nodded to Ivo in the distance, and then in unison they sped towards the back of the beast again, where the hilt of the Vulcan was still exposed, and after the blow, the beast fell into a deathly silence again.

It doesn't matter if it's true or not, if it's true, you have to make up for it, and if it's fake, you will kill it until you die.

Mrak grabbed the hilt of his sword with both hands, and Tariq hugged his waist, and then the two of them shouted at the same time, and with a loud force, they pulled out the Vulcan sword along with a puddle of foul blood.

The blood splattered on them had a peculiar stench of rotting corpses, and the color was no longer bright red, but a disgusting gray-green close to moss.

Drawing his sword in his hand, Mlak didn't stop at all, and with the strength of his hands again, he thrust into the existing sword hole again, and at the same time, the bowstring in Ivo's hand was already tensed to the extreme.

Five arrows were fired in unison, two of which hit the beast's hollow eye sockets, and the other three shot at its throat and heart.

However, this time, both Mrak's blade and Ivo's blade penetrated through the ghostly beast's steel skin with great ease, and after its vitality was lost, the indestructible steel skin became even worse than the rotten pigskin, a little blackened, and finally began to festering into pools of foul-smelling blood.

"Poisonous!

Realizing the danger of the liquid and its evaporating scent, Mrak used what little magic he had left to fire a small fireball at the place where the ghost behemoth had been corrupted as he drank it sent the warriors back in a hurry.

Fire can burn oxygen and restrain the volatilization of toxins, which is something Lear had told him, but in his current state, he could only do this, and he didn't have much confidence in the effect, so he could only keep shouting and ordering the soldiers to speed up and hold their breath so as not to inhale too many toxins.

It's just that even he didn't expect that this small fireball technique would trigger an effect no less than that of a high-level magic hell explosion.

The black water from the decay of the ghost beast burned like oil as violently as soon as it touched the spark, and the burning effect was even more fierce than the former, and the surrounding air was instantly drained, pushing the surface of the flame even to a blazing white color, but the flame lasted only a few tens of seconds.

When the flames broke away, the desert was once again shrouded in the sun, where there was nothing left but a patch of gray-white sand.

Finally, it's over.

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