Lumps of flesh and blood had detached from the body of the huge monster, and now they were not under the active attack of the Asturian soldiers, but by the instinct of the monster itself.

Now Gera and his men were in a dilemma: they couldn't destroy the monster without attacking him, and if they attacked him, they would only cause more flesh to fall off.

And each mass of flesh and blood that falls off will no longer be in any danger as before, but will turn into tall flesh puppets to take the initiative to attack the enemy.

After a while, the blood golems generated after the flesh fell off were already in the hundreds, posing a huge threat to the pursuing troops.

If it weren't for Gera and the secret guards, they might have been wiped out or driven out by the chasing patrol cavalry alone.

Even so, Gera and the guards were on the back foot, they had to help the patrol cavalry resist the golems, and they also had to guard against the flesh cages that spawned from the Flesh Fortress giants from time to time, the magic that was far more threatening than the flesh golems, and if they were restrained, even the guards could be dragged into the body of the Flesh Fortress and become its nourishment.

In front of this huge monster, everyone feels tricky.

It's not invincible, and its attack ability isn't ridiculously strong, but it's true that its huge body, flesh and blood mysteries, dark magic, and necromancy combine to give this monster an astonishingly high vitality.

To destroy it, you must do it much more damage in a short period of time than its recovery, and try not to besiege him with cannon fodder, otherwise you are just giving it a chance to recover. This thing was originally a war machine created by the Secret Alliance.

The guards had long since dared not climb the body of the Flesh Fortress. Try to hit it hard. Several colleagues have already died to prove the danger of Cheng dù.

Only Guerra tried a few more times, and although they all succeeded in inflicting trauma on the Flesh Fortress, they were still forced to fall by the Flesh Prison.

And Guerra realized that even if he was not forced to come down, if he wanted to destroy this mountain-like flesh giant, he was afraid that even if he exhausted his physical strength and fighting energy, he would not be able to do it, unless he could accurately find the weakness of this monster or its control center.

Guerra pondered, and bounced up again. Ascend along the monster's body like a clever bug.

This time he didn't take the initiative to attack any of them, although the Flesh Fortress was still aware of his existence, and everywhere he landed, a strange mouth like a bloody mouth would bloom to bite him, or dozens of tentacles as thick as an arm would try to entangle him, or a flesh cage like before would try to capture him, or a huge flesh puppet with its lower body connected to the mother's flesh and blood, and the upper half of its body protruding from its upper body would attack him, sometimes simply giving birth to a huge bloody hand trying to pinch it to death.

Whenever that's the case, Gera fights back. At the same time, the fighting spirit filled every part of his body, not only shattering the attacks of the flesh fortress one by one. And he was careful not to touch any drop of flesh and blood, because it contained corpse poison, although it may not poison him to death, but as long as it was stained with a drop, it might affect the body's functions, and in this dangerous monster, there was no carelessness.

In this way, taking advantage of the desperate efforts of the guards and secretaries at his feet, Guerra finally rushed to the top of the fortress within the blood, his head, close to the bright red eyes.

The previous few attempts and successes caused only some trauma, and the flesh that was destroyed and peeled off became the product of various dark magic to counterattack and attack, and the multiple effects of dark spells and necromancy turned every drop of blood and every piece of flesh on this monster's body into a deadly thing.

But without causing real fatal damage to the Transformer-like flesh giant, Guerra finally decided to attack the red eyes after a long time of probing.

But now, maybe there is only one chance.

For it was a dangerous and not easy journey to reach the head of the monster under the feet of the man, but fortunately for now, the patrol cavalry and secretaries at the foot were holding back and dispersing some of its attacks.

But the monster can absorb the corpses of the killed enemies as nutrients, but the Asturians did not replenish them, and this time it was not only the Gerra team that came out to hunt down the enemy, but Voltaire, another acquaintance of Solomon, also led a group of soldiers from the Ironclad Regiment behind.

Originally, it was best to wait for Voltaire, who was behind them, to follow up and then make a move together.

Guerra only led a squad of secret guards and a squadron of patrol cavalry, but Voltaire led a large battalion of ironclad battalions, which is equivalent to three squadrons of heavy infantry, and more importantly, Voltaire was also a high-level warrior, and joining forces with him, even in the face of a ninth-order silver dragon, Guerra dared to give it a try.

But who would have thought that the destination of the carriage would be a moving fortress.

The carriage came out of the city, limited to the physical strength of the horses, and it was definitely impossible to continue to escape, so originally Guerra estimated that the blood clan should have a nest outside the effect.

As a result, the nest was found, but it turned out to be a moving nest.

If left unchecked, the flesh giants transformed by this fortress can continue to walk, and can completely disappear from the tracker's sight.

And it was not an easy task to stop, just like now Guerra could only smile bitterly, and then continued to dodge one attack after another, and continued to move forward towards the monster he thought was critical, the red eyes.

As Gera approached, his red eyes stared at him, as if sensing his danger.

So hundreds of tentacles grew on the upper and lower sides of the bloody eyes, waiting for Gra, each of those blood-colored tentacles was seven or eight meters long, densely squeezed like eyelashes around the eyes.

Guerra took a deep breath and jumped up without hesitation, and then the brilliance of the fighting spirit burst out from his body, and those flesh and blood tentacles immediately wrapped around Gela as if they were enraged.

The dense sword shadow exploded in an instant, and there was no shadow blade in the double sky.

But this time it's not for attacking, it's for defense, to defend itself.

The blood-colored tentacles collided with the blade of the tall wandering sword, slicing and shattering, splattering pieces of blood and flesh in all directions. Some fell back to the vicinity of the big red eyes. Reintegrate into it. Immediately turn into new blood-colored tentacles and regrow, attacking again, as if immortal and immortal.

Some of them transformed in mid-air, turning into all kinds of evil puppets, trying their best to grasp Gerra, and then they were bounced away by the fighting spirit, and they fell down involuntarily.

Something else changed, but it condensed into a mist and struck. Trying to wrap Guerra inside.

However, most of them were blocked again under the sword skills of the Twin Heavens Shadowless Blade, and a few of them tried to be poisoned like blood mist, and they were also bounced away by the fighting qi released by Gla, which was the purest life source power.

But Guerra also knew that this kind of time could not last long, otherwise once the fighting energy was exhausted, or his physical energy was exhausted, he might be turned into nourishment by this monster.

After the fighting qi bounced through a layer of mist of blood, his sword momentum turned, and the True Yin Heart Eye Knife.

The True Yin Heart Eye Knife was originally three variants. Parry attacks from different directions separately.

But in the state of full fighting qi at this time, the fighting qi that filled his body made the sword momentum extend and connect into one qi. Any attack that comes at him will be affected by his sword skills.

Of course, only the original direction has the effect of a real sword, and the effect of the other directions is much weaker because of the extension of the fighting qi, but it is enough to deal with the constantly regenerating blood-colored tentacles.

The blood-colored tentacles that were drawn to the left and right and other directions were not only bounced off, but also temporarily lost control and entangled with the tentacles attacking from behind, forming a unity, which made people laugh at themselves.

And the blood-colored tentacles on the front, under the action of the heart eye knife, are like a high-flying train suddenly moving in the opposite direction, and under the violent counter-collision, it is not entangled with the tentacles behind it, but directly impacts into a mass of exploding blood and mud.

This doesn't completely wipe out these seemingly immortal blood-colored tentacles, as long as they fall back into the flesh giant's mother, they will be reborn, and even if they fall into the wilderness, they will become flesh puppets for a period of time, causing problems for the cavalry and secret guards.

But it can buy Guerra a some time, at least under such a violent counterattack, on the way to those two giant eyes, there is a temporary vacuum.

So Guera's sword skills changed again, and the cross was cut off.

The black and red blades converged in front of him to form a crosslight shape, and then slammed into one of the eyes, and the white blazing light skyrocketed with the momentum of the insertion, and then filled the entire huge eye frame.

Half the battle.

Gra quickly flicked away, and at the same time, his hands were raised, and the black and red blades flew out of his hands, and with a blazing light, they met again in the air to form a cross, and then inserted into the monster's other eye.

As the other eye also shattered, Guerra was relieved, but her body fell involuntarily.

But he was also prepared, and as soon as he put his hands together, he pulled up the handle of the black and red blades, where there were silk threads.

As long as he retracts the double blades, when he falls, he may not be able to go to sea again with the sword technique Shuanglong just now, and find a new foothold for himself by using the damage to the monster.

He had done his best, and now the huge eye sockets of the flesh fortress giant were empty, but there was a thick liquid that was almost congealing from the broken place, like butter, but the color was dark red, like blood that had been dried up for a long time.

Just when he thought that he had succeeded in inflicting fatal damage on this blood war machine, the frame of his eyes that looked like a blind man had lost his eyeballs suddenly lit up again.

The bright red and blazing blood glowed redden, and the dark red blood-colored liquid on the side of the eye sockets turned red.

Then, blood spurted, spurting out of the eye socket that had been thought to be destroyed, aiming at Gera.

Gradden's color changed, and the blood spurted out by the monster should imitate the breath of the dragon clan, and in the nature of the physical attack, it could not reach the almost devastating momentum of the dragon breath.

However, if it was before he destroyed the monster's eyes, he could either avoid or fight back, but now it is very difficult, and the fighting spirit has weakened after the previous explosion, and the person is also in the air.

And the blood was getting closer and closer, and he could almost see that it was not photogenetic, but atomized condensation.

This represents the unsuccessful imitation of the dragon's breath on this monster, and the physical attack effect is far inferior, but according to the previous table of this monster, it can be inferred that once this blood light hits the target, even if it is cut off by the opponent with magic or fighting energy, it will also produce a second effect, a large area of poisonous mist and corrosive wind.

Gra's face turned pale, and he clenched the black and red blades that he had just withdrawn, this time I am afraid that there will be less luck.

The reason is that he made a mistake in judgment, thinking that the eyes of this monster were its control center, and he desperately destroyed it, but it turned out to be not.

A black shadow suddenly passed by without warning, and when Gera was slightly startled, the other party had already preemptively said: "It's me!"

Guerra could tell that it was Voltaire's voice, and he couldn't help but relax slightly.

Voltaire had already grabbed him, and with this momentum, he volleyed him into a volley, and at the same time a huge swarthy thing in his hand flew out of his hand and met the blood-colored light.

The blood-colored light struck the massive, swarthy thing, but had to spread out and stretch out in both directions.

Only then did it become clear that the swarthy thing was just a huge shield, although it was made of fine iron, but under this blood-colored breath, it was also like encountering sulfuric acid, and the surface quickly became pitted, uneven, and gradually melted.

Guerra was frightened for a while, but fortunately, taking advantage of the shield to block it, Voltaire had already pulled him to change direction, avoid the fatal blow, and fall to the ground beneath his feet.

The two fell from the sky and fell heavily to the ground, and the dry earth on the ground immediately fell apart.

Guerra looked around, and as he was engrossed in the monster's eyes, the monster slowed down due to his desperate interception with the previous troops, and had to be entangled in the battle.

With this delay, Voltaire's troops finally caught up with him, guided by the secret marks he left along the way.

Now six squadrons of heavy infantry have surrounded this huge monster from all sides, armed with three-meter-long spears and one-meter-eight high tower-shaped black shields.

Despite this, Guerra is still a little uneasy, because this blood clan's war machine qì has a very annoying place, he can turn the enemy's corpse into his own nourishment, if he can't destroy it with a thunderous force, and fight for a long time, its destructive power is quite strong, which has been seen before.

"Be careful, this monster is a warplane of the Hidden Alliance. ”

Voltaire patted him on the shoulder, "Don't worry, Master Strauss has arrived in person." ”

Guerra was shocked, and looked into the sky, just in time to see a green dragon-like pillar of light in the air sweeping across the sky, directly hitting the Blood Clan Fortress Giant. (To be continued!)

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