[Chapter 9 Text, Volume 8]

Section 310 Chapter 52 Strange Rescue

At this time, compared with Ozman's strange expression of smiling because of the blood in his eyes, Sparker and the others were all pale, as if they were waiting for the end of the world, but even so, Sparker and the others still sacrificed their weapons to make the last desperate resistance, even the most seriously injured Buwanga wanted to struggle to get up, even if they could attack.

Fortunately, none of the people of the Dark Elf clan have been affected by the "Blood Curse", which must be the unique particularity of the Dark Elf clan, and now is the time for the life and death of the Dark Elf clan, even the weakest people must have firm beliefs when their homes are about to be destroyed, and raise all the attacks that can be used as weapons by hoes and others to pounce on the enemy.

"Chatter, what's the use of you resisting when it's like this?" Ozma looked at the appearance of Sparker and the others in front of him proudly and said: "In your hearts, you also know in your hearts that this battle will definitely be lost, right?

"Phew, Hugh is going to demagogue here!" Buwanga, who was lying on the ground, spat at the mouth, and then reminded Sparker and the others: "Don't be fooled, Ozma is just trying to make your belief and my belief no longer firm, and when our hearts are shaken, we will definitely be controlled by the 'Blood Curse', and then everything will be over!"

"Hmph! This is natural, this kind of talk can deceive a three-year-old child!" Sparker and the others nodded, at this time, in the face of the great victory of Ozma, even if the relationship with the dark elf clan is put aside, just Ozma's sentence "will not be killed" can not be believed, you must know that Sparker is the one who blinded his eyes, at this time Ozma may not want to pull out Spark's tendons and drink Spark's blood, those words just now are just hidden murderous intentions.

"Hey, since you don't believe in the old man, the old man can only send you on the road with his own hands!" Ozma saw that Sparker and the others were really not swayed by his words, and a touch of murder flashed in his eyes, and then motioned to the other ghosts and gods around him to disperse and surround Sparker and the others in the circle, in order to prevent one of Sparker and the others from escaping alive.

"Chatter, die!" As he spoke, Ozma's hands suddenly condensed into two clouds of black mist and shot out, and other ghosts and gods also shot out, and for a while, all kinds of death-filled moves were displayed around Sparker and the others, but Sparker and the others could only use all the strength in their bodies to resist in vain, but this could only delay their death for a short time. The entire Dark Elf realm has descended into a deep swamp of despair, unless a miracle really happens.

"With the power of holy light, expel the darkness!" As if there was a providence in the darkness, just when the defense that Sparker and the others were struggling to maintain was about to be unable to resist, they saw that a strong golden light suddenly flashed in the sky that was dyed red by the "Blood Curse", and when everyone squinted, they saw a huge ball of light like the sun suddenly appear in the sky, directly tearing the blood-colored sky, and suddenly a golden light that warmed the body shone on Sparker and the others.

"What?!" In the face of this drastic change, unlike Sparker and the others who were in a daze there, Ozma and several other ghosts and gods all turned around and looked at the "sun" in the sky with nervous expressions, and Ozma's remaining single eye was even more pupiled, and he muttered in disbelief: "No, it can't be, how did he arrive so quickly?"

I saw that in the other direction of the dark elf territory, a team of cavalry appeared in the distance, and when Sparker and the others saw it clearly, they found that the number on the banner of this unit was thinking of the Arad royal family, and a golden gear contained the sign of a twelve-pointed star. And the first of the cavalry was the sword saint Gramm, and beside him, there was Christoph Holy Light holding a dark purple cross, and the sun-like light just now was also done by Christoph Holy Light.

"How could the Arad royal family know that we were attacked here, and how did they come to support so quickly?" In the face of this sudden rescue that almost saved the entire dark elf territory, Aishara, as the queen of the dark elf clan, did not cheer like the others, but stared at the cavalry troops of the Arad royal family with a frown as they got closer and closer, for her, this rescue seemed too strange, too "timely" "Damn, it's really you!" At this time, Ozma has no intention of caring about the life and death of Sparker and others, for Christophe-Holy Light, the only strong enemy who can restrain his magic attributes, Ozma has to admit that this surprise attack on the dark elves has completely failed, although the loss of an eye has made Ozma fall into madness, but after so many years of patience, Ozma still knows when to chase and fight and when to retreat. You must know that there is not much time left for the other ghosts and gods present to stay in this Arad continent, and on the side of the Arad royal family, there are two powerhouses in the Arad continent, the Sword Saint Graham and Christophe-Holy Light. At this time, if Ozma does not know how to fight against him, then what awaits him may be permanent death. Thinking of this, Ozma waved his hand to let the other ghosts and gods return to their respective sealing spaces, and he himself levitated to the air with all his strength to escape, but just when he was speeding up, he only heard the sound of "Bah!", and a bullet almost pierced the tip of his nose, and when Ozma looked down angrily, he saw that Spark was reluctantly pointing the Colt automatic pistol in his hand at him.

"Want to slip away?" Sparky smiled smugly, then glared at Ozma and shouted, "If you want to go, you can leave that Colt revolver!"

"Hmph! Dream!" Ozma was bent on escaping before he was caught up by Christoph Light, and now even if he was so anxious that he left his small briefs that hadn't been washed for thousands of years, he was willing to do so. But this Colt revolver can never be dropped, it is the only prop that can release other ghosts and gods from the sealed space, if it is returned to Spark, it is tantamount to letting Ozma cut off his arm, and since then his strength has been greatly damaged, even in front of the tyrannosaurus king Bakar, he will be completely reduced to a subordinate without the slightest qualification.

"Don't think, okay! I'm going to see how you can go!" Spark, who has always flattered the truth that takes advantage of your illness to kill you, knows that Ozma is in a hurry to escape, so he can't give up this opportunity to beat the water dogs, and a pair of Colt automatic pistols in his hand have already sounded as he speaks, and at the same time he opened his mouth and shouted: "Look at the move, roaming the Aoyi: mobile shooting!" For a while, countless bullets were fired into the sky, and the target was not Ozma himself, but to use this dense bullet to form a "fishing net" that was difficult to pass through in front of Ozma's escape.

"Damn!" Ozma went down to strangle Sparker at this time, but now there is no way, even if he goes down and kills Sparker now, it will not help, but will delay more time to escape. You know, once entangled by Christophe-Holy Light, Ozma, who has been seriously injured and used the "Blood Curse", which is far beyond the word "strong", will be completely destroyed, and turned his head to face Christophe-Holy Light and Sword Saint Gramm, who are about to ride after him. Ozma suddenly gritted her teeth and stamped her feet and plunged headlong into the "fishing net" formed by Spark's dense bullets, only to hear a scream of "Woo!" When Ozma passed through the dense bullets, the previous unfathomable and gloomy image of a cautious person was of course gone