The pitch-black giant hand slayed between the undead and the living, and the walls of the fortress were like eggshells in front of it, and they could be pierced with a single punch. There is no living mouth in front of it, as long as it is caught, whether it is alive or dead, it will eventually become a part of its body.

"Perfect!" the slayer grabbed a struggling red-bearded motley knight, his huge black hand shaking, and the struggling knight quickly stopped moving, and the flesh fell off his body piece by piece. Only a white skeleton was left in the palm of the giant hand. The giant hand slapped the slayer on the chest, and soon a flat plate of armor appeared.

The body of the slayer had become more and more bloated, and the skeleton knights had not hurried to get close to the four fortresses, and if it weren't for their instincts to suppress the idea of not being able to escape, there would not be a single skeleton knight in sight around the fortress. George wandered far away in the wilderness, the fear from his soul made him dare not step into the battlefield, and he did not dare to disobey the orders of Skywalker, so he could only watch from a distance as the skeleton knights disappeared one by one.

There were many cracks in the walls, and even more sad than the cracks were the huge holes, the walls could not stop the attacks of the slayers, as long as the huge black hand fell on the walls, the gray dwarf's heart couldn't help but beat wildly, as if the whole fortress was about to collapse in the next moment.

"Gotta must stop it!" Morgaret rushed out of the fortress on a lightning bolt, "The fortress is the hope of Whitestone Town, and it cannot be destroyed in the hands of the killers!" "Morgaret looked around for Angela's figure, and the aura was his courage to face the killers.

Buzzing, three auras instantly descended on the gray dwarf, "You must come back alive!" In a corner of the exit of the fortress, Angela's worried voice came.

Mowglitte condescended, staring unscrupulously at the elf's chest, this was something he had never done before, a gray dwarf in the Western Ghats should not do such a shameful thing, but suddenly the gray dwarf wanted to do it, and did so, at this time no one had the idea to go to the corner to say goodbye to the man and woman in the corner.

Angela puffed out her chest in response to Morgridt's presumptuousness, "Be careful, I'll wait for you to come back!"

Suddenly, a hearty feeling filled the gray dwarf's chest, and he felt the urge to laugh out loud, "Die, undead, die, slayer!" A roar burst out of Mowglitte's throat.

Marcelo's provocation drew the anger of the Killer, and he took a desperate chase after him, but the Speed of the Hot Wheels could not even catch up with the horses in the wilderness, let alone the Killer, who had become unusually bloated.

The Slayer's body was a head taller than the five-meter-high wall, and it was covered with pale dry bones, a little darker in some places, and extremely white in others, but its right hand was pitch black, and from the elbow above it was as dark as the sky, and this huge black arm was the weapon of the Killer, an invincible weapon.

Skyfire cautiously approached the Slayer with a banana fan, but his position was just to the left of the Slayer, meaning that if the Slayer wanted to attack him, he had to turn around.

It's a very simple trick, but it seems to be very effective. The banana fan in Tianhuo's hand was held in front of his chest, although it was slender, it gave people a strong pressure. A gold-level powerhouse is the only hope for adventurers in White Rock Town. Until now, the Killer has not shown extraordinary strength, it is six meters tall and has infinite strength.

Lightning bolted like a white light, closing in on the killer. Morgaret holds Medusa's gaze in one hand and a silvery-white hammer in the other. At this time, the verdict is not as good as this little hammer. The silver-white hammer spun away from the gray dwarf's right hand, and there was a tearing sound in the air, and the speed of lightning combined with the strength of Mowglitte's gold level made the speed of the storm hammer reach its limit.

With a loud bang, the killer's white kneecaps turned into a pile of powder. Morkriet struck the knee of his left leg, the pale bones were smashed into a hole, and the slayer's massive body was tilted against the wall.

The silver-white hammer roared back into the hands of the Grey Dwarf, a peculiarity of the Storm Hammer, which always returned to the user's hand no matter what happened. The killer's right hand smashed into the ground of the wilderness, and the heavenly fire behind him moved, and the banana fan seemed to become a sharp blade, cutting into the joint of the killer's left hand, and with a click, the white left hand fell to the ground.

"Sangorena!" said Kirill, who opened his eyes, and without warning cracked a slit in his forehead, which grew larger and larger, revealing a yellow eyeball, and the face of the disciple of the Lord was distorted, and his teeth were clenched, and from his two eyes, which never opened easily, flowed a bright red liquid, which dripped down his cheeks and onto the cold ground of the wilderness, with a clanging sound, like a string of red pearls falling to the ground.

The gray dwarf curiously fished one out of his hand, as if it were a red-hot soldering iron in the palm of his hand. Mowglitte screamed, and a string of tiny blisters had formed in the palm of her left hand. Mowglitte hurriedly threw the small red bead into the spatial ring.

A distorted light shot out of Kirill's yellow eyeball, covering the slayer's head. "Surrender, surrender and I won't kill you!"

"Perfect!" the killer struggled to sit up, its massive jawbone open, and its whole body trembled and let out a grotesque laugh.

"Ignorant soul, bear the wrath of Sangorena!" Kirill closed his eyes, opened his mouth, inhaled violently, and made a trembling sound, "Converted souls!" Kirill gritted his teeth, and blood came out of his gums.

At this moment, the yellow eyeballs on his forehead shone brightly, enveloping the entire slayer's head. The Slayer seemed to sense the danger, and its pitch-black right hand supported the ground, trying to remove the head from the light, but Cyrill was clearly unwilling to let him do so, and the disciples of the Lord, though they closed their eyes, moved with the slayer of the slayer, so that the huge head was always shrouded in light.

Suddenly, the pitch-black giant hand stopped, and it gave up its support for its body and swept straight towards Kirill.

The light was in full bloom, and the head fell, but Kirill was also heavily focused by the large black hands.