The flail is a common heavy weapon in the army.

The handshake is in the shape of a stick, with a mace at the front and an iron chain in the middle. Such a unique structure gives the flail a more powerful impact, and can also effectively cushion the shock caused by the collision, allowing the fighters to engage in the battle for a longer time.

Therefore, in the strong hoplite or knight troops, a considerable proportion of the soldiers are equipped with this kind of heavy weapons that are good at attacking fortifications.

However, it is easy to learn and difficult to master, but it is also the biggest feature of flail. The storage of the iron chain makes the direction of the hammer head difficult to control, and without the strength of the high-level level, you can only use a few simple swinging movements. And high-level and above-level warriors rarely choose this kind of weapon with a very narrow application range.

As for the mercenaries who are running around, they are naturally unwilling to add a new burden to their heavy bags. Therefore, the adventurers who used the flail were almost extinct.

Like the killer with a flail in front of him, Dios has never seen or heard of it. The attacker's murderous and violent appearance would be more appropriate to say that he was a butcher or a robber.

These thoughts passed through Dios's mind. At the same time, he was already shouting, and jumped off the old tower at a faster speed, rushing towards Allegri not far away.

"Stop!" The warriors patrolling around are the masters selected by Dios from the mercenary group, and their skills and reflexes are the best choice. They shouted loudly and quickly moved closer in this direction, and several of them were agile warriors, who were the last to come, blocking the path that the attackers had to pass.

"It's up to you?"

The visitor was a tall one-eyed man with a scarred face that was barely recognizable. He smiled and waved his heavy flail, his expression hideous with a hint of disdain.

Violent collisions, mixed with dying screams!

Most of these agile mercenary warriors are mid-level. The bayonets and scimitars in their hands could not stop the heavy slamming flail. The giant man also has no intention of showing mercy to his subordinates, and his moves are sophisticated and ruthless. The strong force instantly tore apart the bodies of the mercenary warriors, and in a moment, the stumps and broken blades flew together. Blood is the same color.

In just two or three breaths, the four mercenary warriors were either dead or wounded, and even if they were lucky enough to survive, they had broken their arms and legs, and they could only struggle in vain.

The giant man stuck out the tip of his tongue and licked the drops of blood that splattered from his lips. On the heavy flail, there was a layer of scarlet energy, rich and viscous, like substance.

"Superior?" Dios' eyes glazed. Hurriedly ordered loudly, "All retreat, take the head of the regiment and go first!"

These young mercenary warriors were all taught by him, and although their strength has improved rapidly, they are currently unable to meddle in the battle situation of this level. If they are forcibly blocked again, it will be tantamount to sending them to death in vain.

Thinking of the teenagers who died just now, Dios felt sad in his heart. Subconsciously quickened the pace.

Allegri's strength was gone, and the Fire Demon King fell to the ground. Only he, who is also in the upper position, can confront this attacker head-on.

The giant man glanced at him, knowing that he could not kill the target of the commission before he arrived, so he simply stopped and waited. He casually weighed the flail in his hand and slowly breathed. Wait for the enemy to wear themselves out. A wounded soldier nearby, still rolling and struggling on the ground, the giant man frowned slightly, as if he was tired of it, and suddenly stretched out his foot. Stomped his chest.

The next moment, the crisp sound of bones shattering sounded like popping beans, and the terrible screams tore at everyone's eardrums. The giant man lowered his head as if he was enjoying it, staring at the other party's spasmodic body and distorted expression, his face full of pleasure.

"Brute!" Dios felt his heart shrink suddenly, and his chest burned with rage. He held the shield of light and thorns, and before he could adjust his body, he slammed into it.

The first confrontation between the two high-ranking fighters ended in an equal match.

Dios took advantage of the momentum of the charge and thought he would have the upper hand. Unexpectedly, the force fed back from the shield was so violent that he involuntarily staggered back, and after three or four steps, he barely offset the recoil force.

The giant man snorted, and also withdrew a few steps away. But he didn't breathe at all, he forced himself to suppress the churning qi and blood in his chest, and the heavy flail carried the sound of a fierce wind, and smashed down on the other party's head again.

This madman.

Dios knew that such a swift counterattack would inevitably come at the cost of a dark wound to the viscera, a stupid act that all warriors would try to avoid. But at this moment, he had no choice but to raise his shield to the top of the lunatic, and at the same time the long sword slashed horizontally, slashing at the opponent's exposed waist ribs.

At the loud bang, Dios felt a ringing in his ears, and his shield-holding left hand became numb. He subconsciously bent his knees and barely breathed a sigh of relief. At the same time, the steel long sword in his right hand, flickering with a cold light, reached the opponent's side waist.

Wrong.

The feeling of danger was everywhere, and Dios didn't have time to think about it, relying on instinct to react. He quickly withdrew his sword and subconsciously turned over and jumped away. Fortunately, he saw the opportunity quickly, and he avoided the flail that smashed over by a fraction of a second.

It's dangerous.

This madman, as soon as he saw his face, used a lose-lose style of play. If you fight to receive this sword, you will also smash his head.

Dios finally understood that he must not use common sense to deal with the enemy in front of him. He quickly stabilized his body, casually hung the shield back on his back, and instead held the sword with both hands, and waited for the battle.

After unleashing such a violent triple attack, the giant man was obviously a little weak. His chest was snorting and heaving like a bellows, and dark red blood stains were faintly appearing on the tiger's mouths on both hands.

can suppress the same level of Dios with an absolute advantage, and the price he paid is not insignificant. However, the "undertaker" didn't care, because every battle he fought was aimed at giving away his own life.

Dios took a deep breath. The surging energy rushed like a river, and his hands lit up from the elbow down, black and red magic lines. The second light is extinguished, and the mystery is unpredictable.

This steel long sword could not perfectly match the vigorous operation of the "Purgatory Barrier" like his original "Burning City". But under Dios's control, there was still a layer of floating flames, enveloping the blade in it.

Gradually, the tip of the sword, as well as the edges of its sides, turned red and shiny under the flames. It is conceivable that such a long sword will burst out with terrifying damage when it hits the enemy.

"Come on. Dios strode forward, his sword swinging, and the heat rolling in like a tidal wave. (To be continued......)

PS: (2000 words.) ）