Fragments of metal on the ground levitated in front of the White Knight, melting and shaping into a heavy iron mask.

He put on a searing mask, and a golden slit cracked across the surface of the cast iron, like a giant single eye.

The Knight of the Apocalypse is still essentially a Heroic Spirit refined by Odin. It's Odin's soldier, and it's a spare shell.

Based on the second-generation Heroic Spirit, and strengthened with the mutilated first-generation Dragonbone, the Apocalypse Knight is Odin's most perfect body.

"When the lord is dead, why do the servants wander in the world?"

The White Knight's mouth rumbled, and his stiff voice didn't fluctuate at all.

"The day he returns to the world, you will all die."

Behemoth's tone was rock-solid, as if it were an established fact.

The half-bloods had difficulty understanding what Odin meant by lords and servants.

The only dragon who is qualified to be the lord of Behemoth is the dead Nidhogg, right?

Odin, descending on the conquering knights, stretched out his right hand to a transparent expanse of ice, drawing a slender, slightly curved withered twig from it.

He grasped the dead branches, and the golden streaks of spider webs spread out on the dead branches, and the majestic and sacred stars swirled around them.

The spiritual realm of Behemoth and Odin is like a dark cloud that obscures all light, and a rainstorm is coming.

Brilliant golden meteor showers fell from the raging dark river, and Behemoth, leaping to the top of the rock with his sword, looked like a black comet.

The cavern, which was hundreds of meters high, was still narrow for both sides of the battle, and the rock walls and ice were bursting open in patches.

Most people could only see the two broken lines, one black and one white, constantly colliding and clashing, and the golden light released by Kungunir shone with dark red blood.

On the other side of the river, Leviathan and the Death Knight go back and forth around the Iceberg Pyramid.

The Death Knight carefully preserves the Black King's Egg in its living state, and it is even more important than the original Dragonbone Cross.

Once the Leviathan is killed, the Leviathan and Nibelungen Warnerheim branding marks on the Black King's Egg will disappear and become a safe collection.

But the trouble is how to find a second carrier that can fuse the eggs. In order to create a famine, more than a dozen coffins in Valhalla have been vacant.

Leviathan leaped out of the dark river, its long curvaceous tail setting off dozens of tons of water.

With the speed of the Death Knight easily dodging the impact of the water, the corpse guardian dragon unleashed hundreds of razor-shaped high-pressure wind blades towards the Leviathan, but it could not penetrate within ten meters of the Leviathan.

Leviathan, or Gulveg, her dragon body is more fragile than Constantine's, and she can't even reach the passing mark of three generations to withstand high-powered guns.

Constantine was unable to hatch a complete giant dragon body, and Leviathan was reluctant to hatch, a large dragon body was a complete burden to her.

The power of words is the only sword and shield of the Leviathan.

The monstrous waves began to split layer by layer, two into four, four into eight...... Split into thousands of tiny streams of water.

The water flows like silk threads, intertwined into a net of hunting, and gradually advances to cover.

The diamond-shaped grid constructed by the low-temperature water flow covers the entire space without missing a beat.

The gurgling water had no impact, but the alchemy-treated dragon's body began to stiffen and die in patches after it crashed into the net.

Its membranous wings became brittle as tissue paper, shattering in the wind it had set up.

The Green Knight tentatively touched the water and found that the temperature was below freezing, and the Leviathan had tampered with the properties of the water. But the temperature of the water was not low enough to destroy the dragon's body.

He sensed the movement of the wind, the subtle changes as the breeze passed through the web of water.

The heat distribution in the water web is completely disrupted, and the temperature difference in adjacent areas can exceed 200 degrees.

The Death Knight vigilantly pushed open the realm of the Dustless Lands, keeping the web of water out, swinging his scythe at the troublesome Water Throne.

Leviathan dived into the Dark River, and the surrounding water began to flow at a super-high speed to pressurize her, wrapping her body in layers.

The Death Knight propped up the Dustless Land through the web of water, instantly speeding up dozens of times, and the phantom high-speed slash sliced through the vortex layer by layer.

The terrifying scythe directly cut off the flow of the dark river, and the continuous attacks cut through the sea water in the area, but there was not a trace of blood in sight.

It was the refractive index, and the Leviathan misled the direction of his attack by adjusting the refractive index of the body of water.

Dozens of tiny streams of water hit the Death Knight's wings and back, but not as cold as expected.

Large grayish-white marks appeared on the dragon scales, and a pungent smoke emanated. It's corrosive liquids, and it's toxins.

The Death Knight swung his scythe and slashed through the water, but immediately the sea replenished the Leviathan's net.

His dragon body is crushing stronger than Leviathan in all aspects, and it only takes a single blow to cut off the opponent's dragon body.

Listen carefully and track where her heartbeat is.

The Death Knight flies at high speed close to the surface of the water and the water, constantly swinging his scythe to slash through the web of water. He closed his eyes and used his super hearing to latch on to Leviathan's position under the ice.

The moment he opened his eyes again, he slashed down the scythe of death with extreme speed. The blade had not yet touched the ice, and the high-pressure air currents on the surface had already crushed the ice.

He unleashed two cross-shaped slashes, carrying the air currents under the ice, followed by a ferocious whirling slash.

The Death Knight shattered the ice back above the water, and the dragon wings didn't get a drop of seawater. However, there was no blood on the blade of the scythe.

Is hearing also misguided, and why......

Could it be that the speed of sound wave propagation in a body of water has been altered? Can even this kind of tampering be done?

The Death Knight stretched out of the dustless land away from the water, relying on his limited mental abilities to find a way to kill the Leviathan.

The Knight of the Apocalypse retains more logical abilities than the average Heroic Spirit, but it is not enough to solve the current situation.

Earth and fire, known for their power and destructive power, are better suited for attacking Leviathans.

The Death Knight unleashed three cone-shaped wind serpents that pierced into the water in unison, stirring the flow of the Dark River.

But his spiritual abilities were inferior to Leviathan's, and the depths of the sea were like a chaotic black hole in his perception.

The countless undercurrents and whirlpools that swell beneath the ice, the pulse-like rhythm of the web of water, all of this is like a grand symphony played by Leviathan, and every drop of sea water is a note of her singing.

This is her kingdom, Warnerheim. Unlike the vast ocean outside, the water here is her closest people.

The Death Knight began to attack indiscriminately, and the Dark River unleashed chaotic waves under countless slashes, like the sea when a hurricane came.

After 30 seconds of furious attacks, a crimson blood mist appeared for the first time in the Dark River, and Leviathan's fin-like dragon wings were accidentally torn apart by the giant scythe.

Slender ice crystal arrows condensed from the web of water, shooting at the cyan knight from all sides, shattering instantly when they touched the dragon scales, taking away a large amount of heat at the same time.

The Corpse Guardian Dragon was already unable to resist the low temperature of the Web of Water, and slowly fell to the ice, and the Death Knight's extreme speed also decreased little by little in the extreme cold.

Leviathan's difficulty even gives the Death Knight a sense of danger. It has to be done quickly.

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Behemoth shattered the ice like a meteor, but his claws still clenched his sword.

The blades of the Heavenly Feather Feather Slash and the Budu Imperial Soul were full of gaps, and the breath of the living soul was extremely disordered.

The arrogance and jealousy of the Seven Deadly Sins are no match for the spear of fate. Kungunir seems to have moved beyond the form of a weapon and closer to a concept.

Behemoth's body was wounded so many that one wondered if he had drained every drop of blood.

He breathed heavily, inhaling a huge amount of seawater and expelling it from the dragon's scales, like a feeding whale.

Behemoth absorbed all the nutrients in the sea, including the blood that flowed from his body.

The people around him were no longer able to determine his gender, and his human form had completely disappeared.

Males or females did not make sense to the original species, and Behemoth had no desire to reproduce offspring. He is the defender of the new Black King, the gravedigger of the old dragons.

In just five seconds, Behemoth's terrible wound had healed a little halfway, and his newborn knee supported him to stand again.

Odin, who uses the conquering knight as his shell, has completely crushed the single first generation of the first generation with power and power, approaching the white king of the old era.

Behemoth, who can fight Odin head-on, is definitely a special existence in the original species.

The number of wounds on Odin's body was less than one-third of that of Behemoth, and there were only a few serious penetrating wounds. In the cracks of the iron mask, the golden light was as calm as water.

If the normal fight continues, Behemoth also has no chance of winning. Sadly, His time for activity is limited.

Nidhogg's favorite child, the only one who is loyal to Him, bury Him today.

Thousands of years of struggle for an ethereal phantom, in exchange for nothing but pain. Death is also a freedom.

Odin let out a deep sigh. The sigh reminded me of the twilight before the polar night, the last dusty speck of the ruins of the ancient kingdom.

The spearhead of the spearhead of the Flame of Destiny is aimed at the heart of Behemoth. The result of death is anchored at this moment.

Thunder shone behind the undead, and he clenched his twin swords tightly, the tips of his claws so hard that they pierced the dragon scales.

The muscles and bones of the whole body accumulate the power to surpass the limit, in order to break the fate of Kungunir's writing.

Until you see the sunrise over the new world, the monster named Behemoth will never die.

The black comet slammed into the thrown spear, and a tired Odin watched the grand funeral with equanimity.

Kungunir pierced through the blazing thunder, melted through Behemoth's wings, and collided with the miracle sword of the Seven Deadly Sins.

Behemoth was constantly repelled by the unstoppable force of the Holy Lance, and severe bone cracks appeared in both wrist bones.

He roared and roared, and slammed his twin swords against the advancing spear, slamming into the rock wall.

Kungunir's power crushed Behemoth into the rock, breaking his bones one by one.

The alchemy realm of the Heavenly Feather Slash and the Budu Imperial Soul both collapsed and degenerated into the original Han Bafang Sword and Tang Sword.

With the sound of metal cracking and the last wails of the living, arrogance and jealousy, the second of the pinnacle of the Bronze and Fire King's work, broken into four.

The Spear of Fate breaks through the last of its defenses and pins Behemoth into the rock wall.

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