The magic sword that shone with red light sneaked out and slashed at the body of the sect general on duty.

Although he bowed his head sideways at the last moment, the thick spine of the sword still hit the side of his head. In other fighters, this blow may not be considered a threat to the Duty Sect General who is practicing kung fu, but Oberd, who is wearing worm plate armor, is not in this book.

"Hiss", the sharp pain in his shoulder made the general on duty gasp, and the chain mail under his white robe made a "crunch" sound - the protective spell attached to it saved the wearer's life, but the aftermath of the magic sword was not so easy to match, the kink lock was constantly cracking, and if another sword was received in the same position, it was estimated that this priceless treasure would be completely destroyed.

"You say 'vulnerable'......" Abbard, the leader of the Desert Elf mercenary group, who was deeply affected by the worm plate armor, sneered in a low, squirming voice, "...... Judging from the current situation, I'm afraid I'm describing myself!"

In the face of ridicule, the Duty Sect will choose to fight back with practical actions. The "Vajra Palm" in his hand, which was like a flowing crystal, suddenly erupted into a burst of dazzling lightning, and the whole person was like a serpentine lightning, striking at the opponent at a strange angle.

The magic sword and the vajra palm touched one place, and there was a crisp sound of "bang", and the two people faced each other for a stalemate, and the general on duty could simply see the drooping eyelids on the eyes of the desert elf mercenary leader in some unnatural state.

Obold was pushed back a few steps, but he was able to adjust the hilt of his sword to block the fist that the Duty Sect would pass from below. He adjusted so quickly that the Duty Sun Sect almost lost the opportunity to defend himself, and was almost cut through his face by the downward sword blade.

"it, you!"

It is the same strategy as the previous general on duty. The desert elf was ostensibly in the way, but the plate armor on its chest squirmed, and with a sonic boom, a strange acid mist worm the size of a bowl and with barbed scales shot out.

"Sea Split: Thirty-six Strikes in the Wind!"

At the moment of crisis, the Duty Sect, which is nearly sixty years old, will explode in an instant, and the strong body that is stacked with alchemy potions personally concocted by Davi Shuer on weekdays will burst out with amazing strength.

Like a storm cutting through the sea, in a moment, or cut, or push, or hammer, the entire thirty-six attacks were all fired. One is not more, one is not more. not only used his strength to widen the distance between himself and Oberd, but also killed the "strange worm" alive.

Shaking his hands weakly, and alleviating the soreness and swelling of his arms that had just been caused by the rapid palm, the Duty Sect would stare at the opponent in front of him with bright eyes, and there was no longer any contempt for the enemy.

On the other hand, its opponent, due to the continuous heavy blows like a "storm", the worm plate armor on the desert elf's body has already shown a trace of brokenness. And because there was a special "penetration force" in the attack of the general on duty, there were already blood stains on the corners of Oberd's mouth at this time.

Despite the heavy blow, Oberd did not give up. He stretched out his arm, and the magic sword in his hand turned into a magic whip, and the desert elf rolled up a half-demon monster with a wave of it, and dragged it to his feet.

With a "poof", from below the iron gauntlet, Obold's two forearms instantly turned into two acid mist worms, burrowing into the body of the half-demon monster that had been smashed to pieces.

Then, with a disgusting "grunt," the hapless monster shriveled down at a speed visible to the naked eye, as if it were a swimming ring with a valve opened. Having absorbed a large amount of half-demon flesh, the Worm Plate Armor was not only repaired, but Oberd's face also had a strange, cruel, and satisfied look.

"It's delicious," as if to state a fact, the desert elf, who had been completely distorted by the Demon Lord's creation, licked his lips, looked at the Sect General on duty, and opened his mouth to reveal a presumptuous smile, "Your flesh and blood...... Ho ho ...... Maybe it tastes good too. ”

Just as the monster leader was about to pounce on his opponent again, a "Star Fury" cannonball, covered with spikes about two inches long, and the entire body was filled with obsidian balls infused with mana, accurately hit O'Buld's cheek, causing it to explode.

Not far from the two of them, the blue-robed Captain of the Wind was wielding a weapon resembling a small crossbow, laboriously pulling open the slot and stuffing a second "Star Fury" into it.

The explosion hurt the desert elf, but it didn't take his life. In fact, this demonic minion whose face was covered in obsidian shards had just absorbed some of the characteristics of the Brezu Demon and was injured to trigger the "Blood Fury" bonus.

"You bastards ......"

The enchanted pickaxe, known as the "Tooth of Magis", was spun and thrown by the Fire Dwarven Clan Chieftain, drawing a half-arc in the air and wedged hard into Oberd's armpit. Even with the protection of the worm plate armor, this ruthless blow still hurt him a lot.

“...... Die for me!"

With his arms outstretched, thousands of acid mist worms suddenly burst out, and everything within a radius of a hundred steps was instantly pierced with holes. Some of the half-demonic monsters that surrounded them also suffered: the indiscriminate worm tentacles pierced their bodies, enveloping them back so that they could feed the injured demon minions.

"I think this guy is not easy to deal with," holding the "Magis Fang" that was automatically teleported back to his hand after a single hit, the chief of the Fire Dwarf Clan pressed his shoulder against a tower shield called "Iron Wall", frowned, and said to the Wind Commander lying behind him: "You'd better have a charter, Your Excellency Davishur needs to slow down for a while." ”

His ears shrugged, and the commander who didn't care about his image listened to the sound of the wind, and through the shield, he pulled his neck and shouted to the general on duty who was far away from the attack: "Old man, hold him for a while...... The counter-offensive forces have already come......"

Although the situation is a little difficult for a while, and he has been reduced to the situation of "communication basically relies on roaring", he is as cunning as a leader of the wind, his thinking is still clear, and his words still contain traps and traps-

The counterattack was indeed prepared, but far water could not quench the thirst of the near, and even the formed Sun Duty and Fire Dwarf "Pickaxe" troops could not resist the desert elves from coming two more times to "end everything".

But he still has to say it, the purpose is to paralyze Oberd, so that when he is distracted, he can use his hole cards to attack. The crossbow loaded with shells was aimed at the target, and the "Starfury" was fired again.

Alert, Obird felt the light of fire coming from behind the shield, and the mana instantly poured out from the worm plate armor, casting a reddish light curtain in front of him. However, the imaginary explosion did not occur, and the "Star Fury" slammed into the light curtain, producing only some yellowish smoke.