Once again in the encirclement of the heavy infantry, nothing was seen, nothing was heard, only one sword after another, and one corpse after another was trampled. In the distance, there was a dull thump and the sound of electricity, and the sky lit up and darkened, and it must have been the great magician Menakmak trying his best to counter the power of the Lunar Halo Mandala.

Holding Long Ji in one hand, Toba raised his right arm and smashed the heads of the Blue Commander Heavy Infantry who were blocking the way one by one, and even the granite-like fist was dripping with blood from the repeated collisions with the steel.

"Yakong!" Jonah shouted, his voice quickly diminished in the crowd as the southerner's red hair could be seen rising and falling in the blue sea. He swung his sword as he watched as his blade burst into a gap the size of a grain of rice, the unicorn's sweaty flank, and the simply bandaged wound oozing blood again.

It was almost a hopeless battle, with an endless stream of enemies appearing from all sides, "Dead Southerners!" Sibi fired an arrow in the direction of Jekong with his bow, the long arrow nailed to the armor of the hoplites, twisted and deformed like a snake, and then collapsed into the air.

"Lord, can you hold on?" the rose knight breathed heavily, trying to keep his right hand holding the gun firm.

"I'm in good shape!" each punch the Bazeral peasant made a bright red fist mark on the enemy's torn armor. His left arm protected Long Ji like a shield, resisting the stormy attacks of the heavy infantry again and again, and the Dao Dao sword marks were imprinted on the surface of the muscles, and blood gradually oozed out.

Elliot flipped over an enemy with his shield and gasped, "Our chances are fading, and if we don't break away within ten minutes, our stamina will quickly run out, and we won't have the ability to rush out again." ”

Toba hesitated for a second, "Little grasshopper, that ...... Can you help me hold the dragon queen?"

Sibi caught up with the uncle's footsteps and took the sleeping Oriental woman from his hand, "Be careful, uncle, don't die before me." ”

"Roger!"

The head of the room clenched his fists and took three steps forward. With each step of the landing, the footsteps became heavier, the muscles tightened, the steam above his head became thicker, and the third step landed on the ground, and Jonah felt the whole battlefield tremble slightly, and strangely, there were no deep footprints on the ground, as if the heavy step was not on the ground.

Toba puffed out two thick puffs of white smoke from his nostrils, "It's war!" A smile of humility and excitement appeared on his face.

The cult of muscles once became a religion, because muscles are the easiest to develop and the most potential of the mystical organs of the human body, and a strong body is the first and ultimate credo of man's life. Among the countless legends about the pinnacle of muscular strength, there was once such an unremarkable record, the "Geographical Estimation of the Western Continent" mentioned in the chapter on the history of Bazelar: One hundred and forty years ago, at the royal court competition held by the royal family of Bazelar, an unknown knight of Hu defeated ten opponents on horseback in foot combat, and was promoted to the knight of the bronze shield of the Inquisition.

He is extremely unfamiliar with the mastery of guns, swords, and shields. The Royal Secretary of Etiquette commented in his report. - But with a very high gift of muscle strength, it is more dangerous to be empty-handed than when holding a weapon. Amazingly, he was able to balance the muscles of his body between strength and speed, transforming from a warrior of great strength to a warrior of incredible agility, an extreme situation never seen before in the history of the Inquisition.

Had it not been for his tragic death in a war between Bazelar and the Duchy of Nikitla, this knight would have been the first candidate for the Storm Knight in the Western Continent, and is known as the man closest to the title of Storm Knight in the history of Bazelar, and at his solemn funeral, His Majesty the King of Bazelar Kingdom personally carved a crescent moon symbol on the tombstone with his sword, on the one hand, to pray for the protection of the main god Shira, and on the other hand, to commemorate the crescent-shaped stigma on the knight's cheek.

The words of "Geographical Estimation of the Western Continent" flashed in Jonah's mind, and there was no trace of Toba in front of him.

The massive chamber chief bent over and ejected, too fast to print any image on the retina, the air twisted, Toba and his fists already appeared in front of a heavy infantryman, and the enemy's eyes widened in horror, and he didn't even have time to raise his shield.

"Bang!"

The strong wind blew with a crisp crashing sound. Jonah saw the fist in the path of the air, the air was constantly compressed, and before the fist could touch the armor, the air mass that was compressed to the extreme exploded violently, and the soldier was blown out and fell on his companion, the armor was intact, but the person in the thick steel armor spewed viscous plasma from the seven orifices, and fragments of internal organs gushed out of the mouth.

This is the force of high-speed concussion, the extremely fast fist beats the armor of the Blue Commander like a drum, and the internal organs of the soldier are kneaded like dough by the ripples that vibrate back and forth in the carapace until death.

"Come on, uncle!" exclaimed Sibby, "when did you learn this trick?"

"Just now!" Toba replied honestly, and the figure flashed again and again in the crowd, and in the sound of fist explosions, rows of Lan Xun soldiers fell, and their bodies lost their lives before they hit the ground.

The pressure was relieved, the path was widened, and the grasshopper took the dragon queen on her back and ran quickly, the unicorn following closely behind, and the rose knight got a precious respite, lifted his visor, and wiped the sweat beads from his face with the corner of his cloak.

"Ellie, are you alright?" Jonah gasped, and as soon as he slackened, he felt the weight of the sword in his hand as if it had been tied to a piece of lead.

Suddenly, a shockwave spread across the battlefield against the ground, and then a deafening roar resounded through the grassland, the sky brightened, and the strange scene brought by the moon halo mandala completely disappeared.

"The magic is neutralized. Jeffta failed. Elliott coughed twice and replied weakly.

The blue tide ahead was thinning, and the Pitchfork mates caught up with Jeekong. The sword-wielding Garan re-plated the famous sword Buddha's tooth with a blazing black fire, which was the last Nine Light Secret Technique he could use. He swung his knife left and right, slashing through the blue tide leisurely, and countless soldiers fell and groaned in pain beside him, and every tiny wound had six flames that were ablating the soul, bringing severe pain to the bones.

Sibi ran a few steps angrily, intending to rush up and slap Yekong, but the Rose Knight immediately urged his mount to catch up, leaning over to block between the little grasshopper and the southerner, "Miss Sibby, you can't approach him now, Your Excellency Yekong has fallen into a state of encephalopathy, and everyone who tries to approach is an enemy to him." Now he is very dangerous. ”

Sibi jumped to her feet in annoyance: "I don't care!" She looked around, adjusted the position of the dragon queen on her back, picked up a piece of gravel with one hand, and threw it towards the back of Yekong's head, "I won't be willing to beat him!"

The zigzag light cut through the space, cutting the gravel in half neatly, and the two stones fell to the ground, and the black fire on the cut surface immediately ignited the surrounding grass. Jekon didn't even look back.

The little grasshopper shuddered.

"What now?" Jonah asked. Whenever you have a problem, consult the Rose Knight, which seems to have become a natural habit of pitchforks.

Elliott muttered, "If we can still unleash magic, a calming healing system 'Calm Blessing' will help." And now, there is no other way, only blood to attract his attention, a lot of blood. ”

"A lot of blood, who else among us can do that now?" Jonah looked at his companions, Sibby with his right hand, the scarred Rose Knight, the sleeping Dragon, the doppelganger and the doppelganger, and, of course, himself weak enough to be blown down by a gust of wind.

The unicorn raised its head and looked ahead to the right.

"A miracle is a wonderful thing, and it always happens in times of despair, Your Excellency the Astrologer. Elliott smiled.

A shrill male voice suddenly sounded in the northwest: "Fire, fire, fire!"

The flames that burned around the battlefield heard the call, twisted and stretched like living vines, and snaked up the calves of the Blue Order infantryman, gently wrapping around the body of the heavy infantryman. The flammable cloak immediately turned into a ball of fire, and the soldiers wailed loudly, but could not move, and the armor joints and the cowhide lining had been scorched by the flames, sticking to the skin, and the soldier's body was integrated with the thick steel armor. The elite infantry of the First Central Army solidified into statues in different poses, and the terrible screams spread throughout the wilderness.

"Where's the cavalry of the reconnaissance battalion, find the sneak attackers!" shouted not far away, a Blue Medal officer in black heavy armor and a steel battle helmet with white feathers brandished his sword, but no one heard his orders on the chaotic battlefield, and Lord Barouch's poor command skills began to add weight to the scales of the pitchfork squad.

"Please give your name, Mr. Officer. The shrill voice spoke out of nowhere.

"The front-line commander of the Blue Order Infantry Regiment of the 1st Central Army, Baron 3rd Class Dudy Bafoton is here!" the officer angrily turned in the direction of the sneak attacker, "Who dares to challenge the army of the Zavi Empire ......"

The baron of the third rank failed to finish his questioning, "Doody Baffleton, Doddy, Baffleton, Doody Baffleton!" Officer Zawi, who apparently had no knowledge of the mysterious profession of the Psychic Warlock, stiffened and his pupils dilated, and fell into a state of unconsciousness.

"Sword, sword, sword!" commanded the enchanted sword in his hand in a majestic tone.

Driven by some unknown force, the sword that shimmered with a sharp cold light floated, and with Dudy Baffleton's right hand, it stabbed the officer's own throat fiercely. The artery was severed along with the trachea, and the bright red blood foam spurted out five yards away, and the third baron regained his consciousness briefly, staring in disbelief at his right hand and sword in his hand, his broken throat gurgling.

The surrounding Lan Xun soldiers immediately gathered around and formed an airtight defense around the commander, but the officer struggled to spat out the last bloody breath and fell to his knees, losing his life.