Seeing the knight's sword shatter on his forehead, Prokhov fell into a stupora for a moment, but he reacted extremely quickly, his hands on the ground, his toes exploded, and a heavy kick kicked Woods, who wanted to get up, down again.

Although he didn't know what happened to him, it didn't stop Plokhov from continuing to pursue, only to see him slam the ground, use the burst of strength to get himself up again, and take advantage of the situation to pull out the knight's sword that was broken on the ground, and the blade stabbed towards Woods.

"Bang!"

Sparks flew and thumped.

Woods was also wearing heavy armor, and it had become even harder with the eerie blue light, and even the knight's sword wrapped in Prokhov's strength could not penetrate it.

"Huh?!"

This situation was obviously beyond Plokhov's expectations, he hurriedly put on a defensive stance, but the imaginary attack did not come, looking through the gap between his arms, Woods was indeed ready to attack with a backhand, but the heavy armor limited the range of movement of his arms, and as a result, the armor on his entire left arm was torn off by Woods under the blessing of the strong blue light.

Seeing this, Plokhov's eyes lit up.

On the other side, it was found that Prokhov had not been resolved, and several puppets with weakened abilities turned around and released their skills towards Prokhov again.

Feeling the energy fluctuations coming from behind him, Prokhov frowned, he didn't fight, he leaned back to dodge the iron leg swept by Woods, and the next second he was covered in blue light, and after resisting the incoming skill with special strength, Prokhov jumped a few backwards to open the distance, and his heart suddenly realized.

"It's just that the ability is there, but the combat awareness and experience have been completely lost, right?"

Thinking of this, Prokhov squinted and felt tricky.

But Woods and the other puppets won't give Prokhov more respite, and they rush together.

"Bang, bang!"

The blue and blue energy kept splashing and shattering in the cabin, and the entire cabin was divided into two battlefields by the puppets, one was Plokhov, who was outnumbered and defeated under the repeated attacks of the puppets.

On the other side, the defense line of the entire knight squad has also been overwhelmed by the hordes of puppets, and one by one the squad members fell down, and in just two or three minutes, only a handful of would-be knights were left to gather together under the protection of the two knights to make the last resistance.

"Why haven't the reinforcements come yet?"

With a heavy breath, Prokhov forced himself to look behind him from the sharp pain from the wound in his abdomen, but not only did he not see a trace of reinforcements, but because of this action, Woods grabbed a five-finger blood mark on his chest.

"Damn, what about the mercenaries? Did you run away too? ”

Although he didn't expect the mercenaries to stay and fight side by side with him, at this critical juncture, Prokhov had to have a glimmer of extravagant hope in his heart.

Hopefully, the mercenaries will be able to break the deadlock.

But apparently this was his whim, and the humming sound from the beam weapon could be heard at the moment, except for at the beginning, it had not been heard for a long time.

As the minutes ticked by, the sounds of the battle gradually diminished.

Bright red blood stains gradually expanded on the floor of the cabin, and the situation was already one-sided, and it was nearing its end.

"Boom!"

A punch knocked Woods back, and Prokhov lost his strength and almost fell to his knees with unsteady feet.

Heavy armor has strong defense and is a perfect match for the knight class.

But correspondingly, it takes a huge amount of strength and physical strength to use it, and under the tireless attacks of the puppets, Prokhov's physical strength and strength are already on the verge of the bottom line, and the armor on his body has become a burden.

"Whew, Whew......"

The pain and blood loss kept Prokhov's eyes glazed, and it was the first time he had faced such a desperate situation after all these years of being a knight.

At this time, he suddenly felt a chill behind him, and looked sideways, a puppet who was also an evolutionary level approached behind him at some point, holding a giant axe and about to chop it down.

The time was so short that Plokhov couldn't make any dodge movements, and he could only gather the remaining strength of his body to stand on his back, trying to resist the blow, but at this moment, Woods in front of him also suddenly attacked, and his hands clawed towards his abdominal wound.

Prokhov was stunned and erupted in a roar of rage.

At the last moment, he found that his body was bathed in golden light again, and an inexplicable force surged in his body.

Perhaps it was the previous miraculous encounter, or perhaps it was the last desperate struggle, Prokhov suddenly burst out with a powerful force, and even punched one by one, knocking the two enemies who attacked before and behind him into the air.

"This ......"

Feeling the steady stream of energy and physical strength in his body, Prokhov was stunned, but he quickly came back to his senses, and while Woods and the other evolutionary puppet had not yet gotten up, he rushed to support the other team members who were under siege.

"Huh!"

Dodging the cold light thrown sideways, Kante slammed the figure in front of him with an uppercut, but he couldn't relax a bit, and the sound of breaking the air behind him was loud.

"Bang!" The metal hits, making a golden sound.

At the critical moment, another knight in the team arrived in time to help Kante defuse the crisis.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Kanter kicked the sneak attack Evolution Puppet away, and then pulled his companion who was already exhausted and retreated one after another.

"How!?" Seeing his companion's mouth panting, Kanter asked with a twisted eyebrow.

"No, no, it's the limit." The knight snorted and shook his head with difficulty, he himself was seriously injured, a lot of blood loss, the sword that saved Kanter just now was the last strength he had stimulated, and now he was still able to stay awake, it was completely supported by tenacious willpower, at this time, he had begun to wander his gaze, and he could fall into dizziness at any time.

Hearing this, Kante gritted his teeth and looked in the direction of his friend Prokhov, but the dense puppets in the middle blocked his vision, and he could only vaguely see a blue light flickering in the blue light.

"Damn, that's too careless." With his eyes sinking, Kante gritted his teeth.

He is the deputy commander of this team, unlike the old evolutionary level like Prokhov, he has only been awarded the title of knight for only ten years, and his strength and heritage naturally cannot be compared with Prokhov, but fortunately, there is another knight to help him share the pressure, and with the cooperation of the two, he barely dragged the evolutionary level puppet in front of him.

But at this moment, I and my companions are injured and disabled, and I am only afraid of ......

"Huh!"

There was a sudden noise, Kante's face changed suddenly, and he hurriedly wanted to raise his sword to defend, but the soreness from his wrist made his palm unstable, and he actually dropped the knight's sword from his hand.

"Damn it......"

Watching the blue light puppet come straight towards the two of them, Kanter couldn't do anything.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, a blue light swept by.

Hearing only a buzzing sound, the evolution-level puppet was cut into several pieces by a sword, and the bells were scattered all over the ground.

"Plokhov?!" Looking at the back in front of him, Kante was surprised.

Hearing the shout, Prokhov half-turned his head slightly, until he was sure that the puppet was really dead, and then turned to help Kanter and the two retreat into the defensive circle built by the would-be knights.

The addition of Plokhov made the pressure on the entire defensive circle plummet, and even a counterattack appeared.

But unlike the would-be knights, Prokhov and the other two knights glanced at each other, and they all subconsciously smiled bitterly.

"Run as much as you can, I'll break off, Kante, take them with you!"

Picking up an ownerless knight's sword from the ground, a sword qi wave slashed dozens of awakened level puppets in front of him, and Prokhov didn't look back, shouting at Kanter behind him.

Kante frowned, he wanted to open his mouth to replace Prokhov, but his current state no longer allowed him to do so, seeing that Prokhov could still slash out dozens of sword qi waves one after another, Kante was ruthless and shouted at the would-be knights who were still fighting:

"Alternate cover retreat!"

Hearing the order, the would-be knights looked puzzled, but the knights took obedience to the order as their first mission, and in the next moment, the entire defensive circle began to move slowly backwards.

Prokhov's figure gradually broke away from the defensive circle, and he seemed to be transformed into an impassable wall at this time, and the knight's sword in his hand burst out with amazing power, forcing all the puppets to retreat.

But all of this changed in an instant when Woods and another Evolutionary joined the fray.

"Bang!"

Like a baseball slammed with a bat, Prokhov's body was slammed into the bulkhead, clattering into the bulkhead, leaving huge dents.

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Seeing the knight's sword shatter on his forehead, Prokhov fell into a stupora for a moment, but he reacted extremely quickly, his hands on the ground, his toes exploded, and a heavy kick kicked Woods, who wanted to get up, down again.

Although he didn't know what happened to him, it didn't stop Plokhov from continuing to pursue, only to see him slam the ground, use the burst of strength to get himself up again, and take advantage of the situation to pull out the knight's sword that was broken on the ground, and the blade stabbed towards Woods.

"Bang!"

Sparks flew and thumped.

Woods was also wearing heavy armor, and it had become even harder with the eerie blue light, and even the knight's sword wrapped in Prokhov's strength could not penetrate it.

"Huh?!"

This situation was obviously beyond Plokhov's expectations, he hurriedly put on a defensive stance, but the imaginary attack did not come, looking through the gap between his arms, Woods was indeed ready to attack with a backhand, but the heavy armor limited the range of movement of his arms, and as a result, the armor on his entire left arm was torn off by Woods under the blessing of the strong blue light.

Seeing this, Plokhov's eyes lit up.

On the other side, it was found that Prokhov had not been resolved, and several puppets with weakened abilities turned around and released their skills towards Prokhov again.

Feeling the energy fluctuations coming from behind him, Prokhov frowned, he didn't fight, he leaned back to dodge the iron leg swept by Woods, and the next second he was covered in blue light, and after resisting the incoming skill with special strength, Prokhov jumped a few backwards to open the distance, and his heart suddenly realized.

"It's just that the ability is there, but the combat awareness and experience have been completely lost, right?"

Thinking of this, Prokhov squinted and felt tricky.

But Woods and the other puppets won't give Prokhov more respite, and they rush together.

"Bang, bang!"

The blue and blue energy kept splashing and shattering in the cabin, and the entire cabin was divided into two battlefields by the puppets, one was Plokhov, who was outnumbered and defeated under the repeated attacks of the puppets.

On the other side, the defense line of the entire knight squad has also been overwhelmed by the hordes of puppets, and one by one the squad members fell down, and in just two or three minutes, only a handful of would-be knights were left to gather together under the protection of the two knights to make the last resistance.

"Why haven't the reinforcements come yet?"

With a heavy breath, Prokhov forced himself to look behind him from the sharp pain from the wound in his abdomen, but not only did he not see a trace of reinforcements, but because of this action, Woods grabbed a five-finger blood mark on his chest.

"Damn, what about the mercenaries? Did you run away too? ”

Although he didn't expect the mercenaries to stay and fight side by side with him, at this critical juncture, Prokhov had to have a glimmer of extravagant hope in his heart.

Hopefully, the mercenaries will be able to break the deadlock.

But apparently this was his whim, and the humming sound from the beam weapon could be heard at the moment, except for at the beginning, it had not been heard for a long time.

As the minutes ticked by, the sounds of the battle gradually diminished.

Bright red blood stains gradually expanded on the floor of the cabin, and the situation was already one-sided, and it was nearing its end.

"Boom!"

A punch knocked Woods back, and Prokhov lost his strength and almost fell to his knees with unsteady feet.

With a heavy breath, Prokhov forced himself to look behind him from the sharp pain from the wound in his abdomen, but not only did he not see a trace of reinforcements, but because of this action, Woods grabbed a five-finger blood mark on his chest.

"Damn, what about the mercenaries? Did you run away too? ”

Although he didn't expect the mercenaries to stay and fight side by side with him, at this critical juncture, Prokhov had to have a glimmer of extravagant hope in his heart.

Hopefully, the mercenaries will be able to break the deadlock.

But apparently this was his whim, and the humming sound from the beam weapon could be heard at the moment, except for at the beginning, it had not been heard for a long time.

As the minutes ticked by, the sounds of the battle gradually diminished.

Bright red blood stains gradually expanded on the floor of the cabin, and the situation was already one-sided, and it was nearing its end.

"Boom!"

A punch knocked Woods back, and Prokhov lost his strength and almost fell to his knees with unsteady feet.

With a heavy breath, Prokhov forced himself to look behind him from the sharp pain from the wound in his abdomen, but not only did he not see a trace of reinforcements, but because of this action, Woods grabbed a five-finger blood mark on his chest.

"Damn, what about the mercenaries? Did you run away too? ”

Although he didn't expect the mercenaries to stay and fight side by side with him, at this critical juncture, Prokhov had to have a glimmer of extravagant hope in his heart.

Hopefully, the mercenaries will be able to break the deadlock.