Metal wheels rolled over the rubble, two fierce black lions pulled the cart forward, surrounded by dark races riding fierce beasts, mixed with some dark knights and dark wizards, and even a few strange creatures with pointed ears and black skin, their composition is much more complex than pure blood and werewolf legions, but the team is more powerful. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The dark red and hideous banner spread its teeth and claws in the air, and while the investigation team was fighting against the Blood Clan and the Werewolf Legion, the mighty main force of the Council had already intercepted the shortcut and rushed to the predetermined location.

It's not that they don't want to directly step forward to help the Blood Clan and the Werewolf Legion, but the reality doesn't allow it, and if it's a good fight, it's fine, but in the face of an investigation team with a strong ability to break through, the Dark Council is easy to trip over itself.

The chaotic chain of command and the lack of coordination are problems that the Dark Council has not been able to solve for thousands of years, and they cannot do the same as the full army of the Knights' Alliance, so they can only use this wave of combat, which is not without benefits, neither interfering with the other legions in the Council, nor allowing the knights to successfully break through once and then flee.

"Lord Sage, with all due respect, although the enemy is heading in this direction, according to the usual practice, this is just a trick for them, and they tend to quickly turn to other places, should we divide an extra team and go to the southwest to guard the rabbit?"

Bloodline Giris stepped into the car and tactfully expressed his advice.

The Dark Sage, who was standing in front of the car, looked down at the black gem staff in his hand, shook his head slightly, and said in a determined tone: "There is no need to do more, their path will definitely converge with us, and that moment will soon come." ”

Just as Giris was thinking, the staff in the dark sage's hand had already detected many powerful life breaths, and a heavy wave spread out, and the deep brilliance that bloomed was even more permeated on the entire car.

Soon the brilliance faded, and a projection image slowly emerged, and it was the investigation team marching rapidly.

Through the scene around them, Giris knew that what the Dark Sage said was true, and he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed in his heart, the Sage was so wise and wise, his own actions seemed ridiculous.

"The whole army is ready for battle!"

Reaching every corner of the council legion, many powerful people unleashed powerful coercion, urging their subordinates to act.

.........

The running Charon suddenly leaped forward, and the black iron sword slashed down with lightning speed, splitting the werewolf's mount head in half, and then reversing upwards, slashing together with the werewolf's falling machete, erupting into violent sparks.

In the moment when the two sides were at a standoff, a blood-stained giant wolf suddenly burst out from behind Charon, biting his shoulder armor with sharp teeth, ready to tear off half of the latter's body.

However, in the next moment, a finger-thick golden beam of light burst from the giant wolf's skull, accompanied by red and white plasma cerebrospina.

This is a smart and loyal beast, it wants to avenge the death of its master in the previous battle, but the intensity of the battle in front of it is far from what it can involve, and its entire head is shattered by the overflowing sword qi, it can't even make a whimper, and its wide eyes quickly lose color.

"Human !!"

Barrow Aitor couldn't help but let out a roar, the black gas condensed on his lean body, and he stomped on the ground with a loud bang, and the whole person rushed out like a cannonball.

Sensing the crisis behind him, Charon did not immediately turn around, but squatted slightly, and the green tendons on his hard muscles spread and entrenched, and then suddenly rushed forward, slashing towards the werewolf who was thrown down by himself in front of him with great strength.

A ray of pale golden light pierced the air, cutting through the machete like thin paper, slashing the werewolf through the waist, and the gushing blood came into everyone's eyes.

Despite killing a mid-rank werewolf who was comparable to a great knight again, Charon's back also showed a huge flaw, which was extremely dangerous in a battle of the same level.

Barrow Aitor slashed his machete with a hideous face, as bright as lightning, and as powerful as the blow that Charon had slashed at his own people before, apparently intending to return the favor of the enemy in the same way.

"Die!"

The machete struggled to tear through the layers of pale golden flames and slash heavily at the armor, but it failed to directly cut Charon in half as the werewolf imagined, the latter was like a stubborn stone that could not be cut, but it was dragged by this brutal impact, plowing a deep ravine in the ground.

There was a moment of silence, then a great cheer erupted, and the wolf knights raised their machetes and shouted Barrow's name in unison, showing their admiration for the powerful.

This powerful and terrifying human man, single-handedly rushed into the hinterland of the legion, slashing their people with an extremely strong attitude, even the six big and small leaders who rushed to the scene fell two, and now they were finally defeated by the great leader of Barrow, how could they not show reverence.

However, their heroes were not happy, and the aura on their bodies was churning endlessly, as if they were facing a great enemy.

As the mud and rocks fell, Charon had already risen from the ground, and as he calmly got up, the werewolf lowered his machete, and the cheers became smaller and smaller, and finally disappeared, and the frenzy in his heart gradually replaced by an irrepressible chill.

Charon, which condensed an extremely dense layer of fighting qi under the armor in time and unloaded most of the momentum to the earth, had no other major problems except for a slight deviation of the internal organs.

The fighting spirit nourished his wounds, the heat and pain receded like a tide, and the torn and damaged body continued to reassemble, giving it a new breath.

After recovering from his injuries, Charon did not restrain his fighting spirit as before, the light gold glass covered his whole body, and more than ten sharp and straight lines appeared on the black iron sword, which is a skill to enhance his own attributes - Jin Zhizhang "Casting Edge"!

This is the manifestation of his beginning to invoke his true strength, and since the fighting in the chaotic army can't allow him to save his fighting spirit, he will directly change his method and start a more splendid killing feast.

"Yuehua, slash!"

The knight's eyes lit up with a low shout, and the glow of the light around him engulfed his figure, and circles of moon wheels sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, breaking into the wolf riders in a straight line.

In the thirty-zhang long attack path, the stumps and severed arms flew like rain, and they were cut into smaller pieces in the rippling sword qi arc, and then they fell, paving a terrifying avenue of blood.

This is an attack that werewolves have never seen before, and unlike the vast sword aura of other human knights, it is even more terrifying!

Barrow Aitor was covered in bloody sword wounds, and his sharp aura made the wounds difficult to heal, and brought painful pain, although he had taken decisive defensive measures when he sensed the danger, he still could not completely dodge the continuous arc of sword qi.

Compared with the blind fear of ordinary werewolves, he has a more intuitive and clear cognition, the human knight in front of him has reached a very advanced level of control over the fighting qi, and he faintly has a terrible guess, the other party fought with them before not to use the fighting qi to strengthen the body, but the other party has such a strong physical strength at all.

Seeing the footsteps of the werewolf subconsciously retreating, one of the leaders felt unspeakable anger, and the power raged in his body like a loose war horse, making the hair on the surface of his body more rigid and thick, and his body was forced to rise two feet taller.

He tore through the leather armor that was about to be torn, and walked step by step to the knight who was standing alone in the pile of corpses, and let out a questioning and roar of his kind!

"Do you want to go back to your hometown and be admired, or do you want to bear the despise of your people in the name of shame?!"

"Don't let the fear be blinded, keep your eyes open, he's just a man, he will be tired after fighting with us for so long, he will be weak, and he will also die!!"

"I want to cut off his head and drink his blood, and if you weak and incompetent fellows still have the courage, join me in defeating this enemy!"

Shame made the faces of the wolf riders, including the other werewolf leaders, turn red, and they would never accept such a fate as cowardice in a race that worships the strong in force.

They tugged at their fleeing mounts, their chests heaving violently, angry at their previous actions, and only the blood of their enemies could wash them off their bodies.

"Kill!" sporadic muffled voices rang out, and they clenched the hilts of their knives, and the cooled blood became extremely hot again.

"Kill!!" By the time the second sound sounded, there were already more werewolves ready to move.

"Kill !!" They let out a roar that rushed into the sky, one by one like arrows from the string, and the vast killing intent swept forward like a tsunami.

Boom! The thunder exploded, the thunder light jumped on the ground, and Charon rushed towards the wolf cavalry that had regained their courage with a faster speed, although he seemed very small in the face of such a general situation, he did not feel afraid, the feast was just beginning!

The two sides without distractions did not waver for half a minute, and resolutely chose to fight hard, and the battle of greater intensity began in an all-round way!

"A thousand thorns!"

Thousands of converging sword shadows brazenly penetrated into the wolf cavalry troops, and the blood shone brightly, and the wolf riders turned on their backs, but they did not hesitate, and directly stepped on the corpses of their companions to continue the battle, and the shouts from the deepest part of the soul became the loudest note.

The refraction-like slash appeared like lightning, and the seven or eight wolf riders immediately separated, but Charon did not stop his movements and continued to vent the fury in his body.

The superb swordsmanship continued to be displayed from his hands, and with the invincible fighting spirit, it was terrifying, but more wolf riders still rushed up like crazy, directly turning him into a bloody slaughterhouse within five zhang of his body.

Everyone rushed forward and rushed to death, and Charon in front of them stood tall even in the face of the storm.

The four werewolf leaders are also attacking frantically, and the death of many of their subordinates completely overwhelms their sanity, and their only remaining goal is to send this knight to hell!

However, they didn't notice that the hills of corpses were piling up higher and higher, as if there were no boundaries, while their enemies were constantly devouring the energy of the dead, faintly revealing unspeakable horror......