"Adults are amazing"

"Is this the power of the Lord of the Immortals?!"

"It is worthy of being a powerhouse who is about to reach the fifth order"

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The rest of the warlocks kept patting their leader's ass as they continued to attack the Magic Tower. The cracks on the exterior wall are getting bigger and bigger, and the entire surface of the magic tower begins to peel off large and small wall tiles, and the originally indestructible building begins to crumble. Zombies are also constantly dealing damage to the base of the magic tower with their sharp claws, and it is only a matter of time before the entire magic tower is destroyed.

"Hey, let me fix it!" the old warlock heard the praise around him, and although he knew that it was the flattery of these subordinates, he couldn't help but feel a little complacent in his heart. Hehe laughed a few times, and once again spent dozens of seconds condensing an identical shadow arrow, ready to make persistent efforts to destroy this magic tower.

As soon as he wanted to send out the shadow arrow, the old warlock heard the sect members behind him shouting and screaming, and turned his head a little unhappily and was about to reprimand a few words, the old warlock's eyes widened, and his mouth finally trembled and spit out a few words: "Oh my God"

More than 200 meters away, the tide of corpses that were densely surging towards the south was pierced by a professional like an iron tower, whose whole body was covered with armor, like a sharp knife, from a distance without delay. The Cult of the Damned Warlocks commanded zombie after zombie rush towards the enemy, trying to hinder their running speed a little and buy a little time to evacuate.

But all these efforts were completely useless, although it seemed that the professional who came rushing was very embarrassed, his armor was covered with large and small cracks and scratches, and the original orange armor was coated with thick blood, as if after several days and nights of fighting, it seemed that it would be drowned with a little pressure.

But no matter whether the zombies that are attacking are the largest number of first-order undead, or the rare fourth-order undead, or the occasional fifth-order undead, as long as they block the direction of this strong man's advance, they will either be broken into pieces by a shield or blown away by the force of the impact.

The powerful guardian warrior O'Neill rushed unstoppably towards the warlocks next to the magic tower

When the protective shield of the magic tower broke, the battle between O'Neill and Thassarian was already raging. Although they are both ninth-order warriors and have strong restraint against berserkers as guardian warriors, O'Neill is already scarred all over his body, while Thassarian is only slightly tired.

The difference between all of this is the perfection of the professional lineage, compared to Thassarian, who had followed Arthas for many years, O'Neill had gained the trust of Orix, but the inheritance he received was much worse than that of his opponents. At the same time, the quality of Sassarian's weapons and equipment is significantly higher than that of O'Neill, and the situation in the battle is not optimistic.

But even so, the fearless Guardian Warrior fought to the death, and from the moment he turned back to meet Thassarian, he never thought he would survive. However, when he heard a loud noise coming from the magic tower behind him, and accidentally caught a glimpse of more than a dozen warlocks attacking the magic tower at some unknown time, O'Neill completely burst out with all his strength, forcing Sasarian away and rushing towards the magic tower.

Thassarian temporarily avoided the edge and hurried to catch up with O'Neal, who was rushing towards the magic tower without hesitation. His expression changed for a few moments, and finally he stabbed the greatsword that slashed at the guardian warrior's neck and stabbed O'Neill in the left back. After receiving this sword, O'Neal's heart has been cut in half, and on the surface it looks fine, but as soon as the outbreak time passes, he will immediately die.

After doing all this, Thassarian turned and ran in the direction of an army of less than fifteen hundred men left with heavy casualties. The Berserker's various skills are constantly displayed through the giant sword in his hand, and all the undead creatures that surround him and pounce on him are wiped out.

O'Neill snorted, and the hard and fatal sword accelerated towards the magic tower, and the muscles in the explosive state closed the wound that was thirty centimeters wide. With the force of his feet, he doubled his running speed again, and stood in front of him the wood that had been slashed by Thassarian, and rushed towards the Cursed Cultist Warlock who was stunned by fear in front of him.

"Oh my God, kill him, kill him!" the old warlock howled as he threw the shadow arrow in his hand towards O'Neill. The surrounding cursed god warlocks also came to their senses, and it was too late to slowly chant the powerful magic, so they could only hurriedly send out low-level magic one after another.

Burst!

The Shadow Arrow flew briskly over a distance of more than a hundred meters, and hit the center of the wooden shield with a soft sound, and after slowing down slightly, it easily dissolved the shield that could not be harmed by the fourth-order zombie attack. Then it landed on O'Neill's scratched armor, corroded the armor again with a large hole, and finally penetrated through O'Neill's shoulder blades, flew out for dozens of meters and then fell to the ground with all his strength, dissolving the bluestone pavement into a deep hole.

O'Neill, who had been hit hard, shook his body, and then continued to lunge at him, as if the damage that passed through his chest was nothing more than a mosquito bite. The subsequent warlock's attack finally came at this time, but except for a few that flew in from the breach in the shield caused by Thassarian, most of them were blocked by Mu Dun.

A mere distance of a few hundred meters, in the burst of O'Neill's burning of all life, had already passed in less than ten seconds. The Guardian Warrior, who was on the verge of death and was completely supported by the explosion, was like a mad bison, straight into the pile of warlocks who were shrinking and trying to fight to the death.

Bang!

The onslaught of the guardian slammed into a wall next to the magic tower. The old warlock, who was the first target, had just run two steps in panic when he was pushed against the wall by the shield, and he became a mass of flesh without making a sound.

When the rest of the warlocks came to their senses, they scattered and fled, casting their magic, and a large number of undead creatures continued to pour in from all corners of the city. Without fear or hesitation, like a wave, it wants to drown O'Neill, who is like an iron tower. And O'Neill, who didn't live long in the first place, was even more defenseless, and under all kinds of magic like pouring rain, he continued to hunt down and kill the warlocks of the Cursed God Cult one by one in the sea of corpses

At the same time, the hall of the Magic Tower was pitch black.

Holding the gemstone that slightly emitted blue fluorescence, Yang Long gently flipped a square table of about three square meters with one hand, revealing a secret door hidden under the tablecloth. The so-called dark room with a teleportation array has finally been found!