After throwing the weapon, Srega Southgate's strength was visibly diminished.

But correspondingly, after holding on for so long, Quarkus's strength is not as good as it was just now.

So the two were back on par again.

However, under the continuous destruction of Querkus, the diamond-shaped fissure above his head shrank to half the original size, and the fluctuations in the boundary became more and more intense.

At this point, the south gate had to resort to attack.

"Don't struggle, you're just a part of Zumu, and your soul is incomplete, so you're destined to not be a true psychic.

"This insistence will only pollute your consciousness, so come with me to the underworld.

"Pledge your allegiance to Lord Sanatos, and you will receive the same power as I do."

The voice of the South Gate rang out in Quelkus's heart.

However, the tree is clearly not so easy to fool.

"I belong only to nature, to earth, to sunshine and water, and the evil thoughts of the blasphemers cannot shake my will."

"Hehe......"

Nanmen sneered:

"If that's the case, you'll leave the Mourning Wood Valley and come alone to this kind of ghost place where birds don't?

"Even if a wooden head like you can't understand the great deeds of Lord Sanatos, you should understand that Zumu is in prison, right?"

Quarcus was silent.

This sentence is like a thorn in its heart.

Because of this hesitation, its movements were also a little slower.

Nanmen was overjoyed.

Bewitchment works.

He hastened to increase his efforts.

"As long as you join, I promise that when the time comes, Lord Sanatos's glory will be—"

But before he could finish speaking, Querkus, who had been slow just now, suddenly sped up.

The south gate, which was unable to react, was struck by a slap, and even the people and horses flew out.

And that wasn't the end of it, Quarkus had already raised his other hand, swaying and pumping it right at him.

"Boom-"

The horses neighed.

At the last moment, it suddenly tore open a crack and drilled in, avoiding the slap that closed together.

In the next second, it carried the south gate through the crack on the other side.

The rift closed quickly, but the blue flames on the horse's feet dimmed a lot.

The South Gate is not having a good time either.

His helmet shattered, revealing a face as pale as a dead man's femininity, and his blue eyes revealed a hint of annoyance.

"Damn wooden head, you're calculating me!?"

He looked down, and the nimble myriapod was gone.

But through the connection with the weapon, he knew that the other party had found the heart chamber of the tree.

But why hasn't it worked?

Could it be ......

There are still reinforcements on the other side?

……

"No, he can really hit T?"

Looking at Heine, who was wielding a black shield like himself, parrying and shielding, he felt that the picture was so unreal.

He had been teaching in the barracks of the Lord's Mansion for so long, and he had always thought that his thigh-thigh brother Aegis White had learned a good thing.

Didn't expect a really good student to hide around him?

Heine is actually an inconspicuous mountain and watertight Heine?

Where would he have thought that Heine's rapid progress was not only because he had seen a lot of actual combat, but also because he was inaccurate because of his lack of vocabulary when teaching abroad.

And when complaining with brothers, it is often not only "fine talking" but also "error correction".

In this way, how can it not progress quickly?

"He doesn't have to pick up the shield himself."

Teacher Xia commented sharply.

Just then, Heine threw his shield and broke both of the myriapod's legs, and the shield dissipated in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, the pitch-black ember was formed in his hand.

"Gan, I'm so envious."

The sheep catcher angrily threw out his flying shield.

The round, heavy back of the beetle spun at high speed wrapped in holy light, shattering five legs in quick succession.

Mr. Sa shouted on the side: "5vs2, win, Brother Yang, big win!" ”

Catching sheep and crying and laughing: "Win a hair, this has the restraint of divine combos......"

At the same time, Mr. Xia stepped on the galloping shield and jumped on the back of the bug.

At his feet were the wounds left by the dedication of catching sheep.

This is Querkus's undead body, and even if it is activated into a worm by the power of the Guardian, it is still made of wood soaked in death, but it is as hard as iron.

The undead are wooden, and they meet the flames of holy light.

It's just a fate made in heaven, and there is no more standard restraint relationship than this.

Teacher Xia: "Look up! Get ready! ”

The new Withered Dagger stabbed the worm's back with the light of a Level 9 Dark Strike.

Then he used all his strength to suck and jerked back.

A tooth-aching sound sounded, and the insect straightened up in pain.

Teacher Xia, who was originally standing on its back, suddenly changed to 90° hanging, but he held the dagger in both hands, and the whole person hung on it, borrowing the weight of his body to pull it down.

Snort -

The wounds and burns were connected together, all the way down like a devastating devastation.

The myriapod shivered in pain, revealing all the vulnerable parts that had previously been difficult to target.

The two ranged players who were ready to go immediately seized the opportunity and poured all their firepower into it.

The Wind Arrow and the Shadow Arrow instantly carved a hole in the bug's body, revealing the bright tip of the sword inside.

Mr. Sa: "I saw the big sword!" ”

At the same time, he also synchronized the message above his head

"Weakness Exposed"

The big sword is okay......

Heine was still a little nervous when he first heard the name.

But as I listened more and more......

It's still a little tense.

As the tip of the Great Sword was exposed, the insect's reaction and attack power dropped by a large margin, as if it had been knocked out of breath.

At the same time, Heine sensed a familiar movement.

It's a Genling soldier!?

He was sure that the fluctuations coming from the Great Sword were the Yuan Ling soldiers, and they were more well-trained than the soldiers in the gladiatorial arena.

In comparison, the Yuan Ling soldiers in the gladiatorial arena looked like recruits who had just enlisted in the army.

But the fluctuations on this sword are more like a battle-hardened veteran.

Moreover, their temperament is more solemn, more terrifying, and more ...... Cold.

Bang!

The worm was trampled under the feet of the sheep that jumped high, and the flames of devotion spread through the wound on its chest, spreading through its body, and then bursting one after another like bursting beans.

The Shadow Javelin is like a stake that shoots down from the air, holding it firmly to the ground.

Then there is Mr. Xia, who is the chief knife.

He wielded two daggers from the head of the worm to the tail, and even the bones flew out.

As a result, the wound on the insect's back was completely opened, and the muscle texture quickly hardened, turning back to the material of wood.

This is clearly dead.

Large expanses of bright silver light were exposed.

The big sword immediately trembled violently, but it was held down by several people and couldn't break free.

At this time, Heine jumped onto the back of the worm, and the armor on his body instantly changed to a long robe and a crown.

His Yuan Spirit Affinity also rose to its strongest form in an instant.

Sa was shocked: ", what kind of transformation is he?" Amazing, isn't it? ”

Catch the sheep: "I mentioned it to you last time, at the printer. ”

Mr. Sa: "Oh, I think about it, the Northeast people said that there is a rich woman here, and I haven't met Mr. Xia yet." ”

Wei Diankite: "Speaking of which, Qian Duoduo wants to support Heine, so do you have to call her Mom?" ”

Mr. Sa: "What??" ”

…

Heine almost slipped off the worm's back with a shudder.

Damn, you're addicted to rumors, aren't you......

Sometimes it's not good to hear too much.

He restrained his emotions, controlled his expression, and pressed his hand to the sword.

Perception enveloped the sword, and a strong wave of exhaustion and boredom came over his face.

This is a group of veterans who have been fighting for many years and have long been exhausted.

Although the mouth is still shouting "fight", the slogan is not passionate, it is just repeated mechanically.

Whether it is the Yuan Material or the Yuan Spirit Soldiers, although they are also "dead Yuan Spirits", they have never given Heine such a strong feeling of "deceased".

Elements can be used to make circles and act as printing materials.

The Yuanling soldiers were full of passion and high fighting spirit.

It's a world away from withering, angry, and messy black embers.

Heine had always regarded them as the same thing as the living primordial spirits who greeted him.

However, now, this group of Yuan Ling soldiers full of negative energy has taught him a lesson.

This is the real "undead".

"It shouldn't be like this......"

Heine whispered in his heart.

The soldiers seemed to sense his pity and gathered around in anticipation.

"Save Our ......"

Heine's heart moved:

"Will you take my orders?"

There was no resistance, and there was no answer.

But Heine could clearly sense that their expectations were waning.

Suddenly, he understood.

For psychicists, there is no "belonging" for these primordial spirits.

As long as the affinity is enough, anyone can control it, just like he can use the five magic circles in the mountains of McKara!

He immediately gave orders to these Yuan Spirit soldiers:

"I will allow you to leave, and I will allow you to unload your armor and return to the field.

"I allow you to go to true 'death.'"

His consciousness was like a small stone thrown into the calm waters of a lake, causing ripples.

However, as the first primordial spirit soldier let out a cheer, the ripple intensified.

In the blink of an eye, a monstrous wave was set off!

"Free~Free~Free~"

With the tsunami-like roar of the mountains, Heine sensed forced to move away from the sword.

Brilliant broken silver light surrounded him, as if to thank him, as if to say goodbye, and then flew into the air, turning into a little starlight and disappearing into the air.

At the same time, in the eyes of everyone.

As Heine stroked the blade, the tremor stopped abruptly.

In the next second, the bright silver sword body began to disintegrate from the place where he touched it.

True one-click decomposition.

(End of chapter)