The nobles and samurai of Torrent City are not monolithic, on the surface, they may seem to be harmonious, but in fact, political attacks and secret strangulations occur from time to time, after all, there are so many positions in the ruling class, and there are people who are attached to power and refuse to go.

The frustrated actively seek to make a comeback, and the fortunate ones desperately suppress it, so the so-called peaceful handover of power is a beautiful fairy tale that can be said to be read to ignorant children to help them fall asleep.

The original city builder led twelve samurai to build Riptide City, and with the support of the river goddess Ichichel, it finally succeeded after a lot of hardship. However, the original twelve city-building families were only a hundred years before and after, and the glory of blooming was crushed by the ruthless years.

Two hundred years later, only the royal family that inherited the blood of the goddess can continue its glory, but the upstart evolved from the side branch of the royal family has become the most formidable competitor. Ichchel, the goddess of the river, did not favor one over the other for his descendants, so the royal family and the nobility fought openly and secretly, and neither side was sure of victory.

As for the samurai with great combat power, they either ignite their bloodlines to awaken special abilities, or they are favored by gods or totems and possess all kinds of extraordinary powers, and the War Paint Samurai is the best among them.

The strongest is the sun war paint, the Mayan royal family has one, the Aztec kingdom has one, as for the southern rainforest region, the territory of the god of war Hitzilopochtli, the sun's brilliance seems to have been avoided intentionally or unintentionally, so that the strongest samurai has not been born for a long time, and the samurai at the apex are a group of descendants of the god of war with crazy blood.

When the enemy captured the city walls and continued to expand their territory, and in turn pressed the Rapids army to beat them violently, the old nobles were the most desperate and casually greeted, and the family samurai immediately escorted them to the fortress-like mansion.

The samurai were the fiercest group of people, but the heroic battle of the stragglers was not at all the opponent of the heroic army of the Han Empire.

The samurai, who had their ankles and knees cut off by slashes, lost their mobility and had no choice but to face death hopelessly. The hard-nosed samurai simply tumbled down the city walls and defended what little glory he had left by committing suicide.

When the rout of Rapids retreated, the Mad Blood Prince still stood in place, and the surging crowd could not shake his body at all, like a mainstay, gradually attracting everyone's attention.

The samurai, who was unwilling to fail, gritted his teeth and took the initiative to turn around and gather around the mad blood prince, who usually disagreed with the samurai and rarely interacted with the prince of Torrent City, and in the blink of an eye, he had more than fifty followers.

At the same time, the army of Ash Lake, which occupied the walls of Riptide City, also discovered the core pillar of the resistance, the elite five-man Heroic Spirit Squad, cautiously advancing in the direction where the mad blood prince stood.

On the way, the samurai who had not had time to escape were stabbed to death on the spot without exception, and the corpses were thrown directly into Riptide City by the powerful people, smashing over a few unlucky eggs while further demoralizing the resistance forces.

The Mad Blood Prince looked sideways at the followers on the left and right, and stretched out his hand to point at the army of the Ash Lake not far away: "The clean and neat way of fighting is simply the most perfect warrior I have ever dreamed of." Unfortunately, they stood on the opposite side of Riptide and became the enemy I had to defeat. ”

As soon as the words fell, the mad blood prince clenched his hands into fists and hugged his head, and an astonishing momentum slowly rose, and then his hands were slammed out, his elbows almost touched his waist, and he looked up at the sky, and the peaceful smile on his face turned into a malicious grin, and the bloodshot redness in his eyes spread to the corners of his forehead, scattering the temples that covered both sides.

At the same time, the wheat-colored skin turned light black, and wisps of scarlet blood continued to rise from the chest and abdomen, and the back bones, like a burning flame, and the whole person was like a volcano erupting violently, constantly spewing out hot magma.

This was not the first time that the Heroic Army had dealt with a powerful enemy, and the five-man team was already overwhelmed, so they immediately spontaneously joined forces in pairs to form a more complex ten-man squad, forming a strong battle formation, and continuing to advance.

At this moment, the mad blood prince took a step forward with his right foot, twisted his upper body to the right, stretched his right hand into a fist, and raised his left hand high above his head to make a posture to protect his head.

Immediately after, the mad blood prince rushed forward with his feet violently, and his right hand clenched into a fist struck an unpretentious straight fist, hitting the vine shield of a ten-man team.

With a "bang", the tightly woven shield was pierced by the fist of the mad blood prince on the spot, and even the heroic warriors behind the rattan shield, who resisted the shield with their shoulders, were all under the unmatched power of this fist, like fragile glass, and half of their bodies were destroyed.

The rain of flesh and blood raised by the fist wind fell on everyone, no matter who suffered such damage, they would definitely not survive, and the Heroic Warrior was no exception.

It's just that it was the bodies of the people of the Ash Lake who died, and the heroic spirits of the Great Han Empire were not harmed in any way. A little silver light burst from the corpse and quickly landed in the hands of the first priest, Temothy.

The mad blood prince seemed to sense something, and couldn't help but look sideways, but unfortunately, now the blood of the god of war in his body was constantly boiling, and his momentum was gradually rising, seriously interfering with his sanity.

Thus, the bloodthirsty and belligerent murderous nature prevailed, and this insignificant doubt was easily erased.

The combat skills of the Heroic Soul warriors have been tempered thousands of times, and there are no superfluous flaws under the cooperation of each other, but in the face of absolute strength, no defense can withstand the blow of the mad blood prince, and the swords, guns, halberds, axes and axes take turns to greet him, but they can't break through this person's defense.

The first priest Temothy watched the battle for a long time, and when he saw the declining morale of Riptide City, he was stimulated by this "berserker" to have signs of recovery, and took the initiative to stand up and take his responsibility despite the river god priest hidden in the dark.

"It's been a long time since I've moved my muscles, can you warm me up?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the five-colored feather crown worn by the first priest Temothy moved backwards on its own, falling lightly to the ground, and the plain and elegant linen priest's robe simply turned into a group of colorful butterflies, flying away from his body, revealing the sun pattern in the middle of his chest, and the spirit snake around his spine behind his back.

The mad blood prince's fiery madness, stimulated by the first priest Temothy, calmed down a little, and he immediately gave up the endless Ash Lake warriors in front of him, and turned his head to look at the slowly descending opponent.

Even with the arrogance of the mad blood prince's eyes on the top of his head, he had to admit that the first priest Temothy was qualified enough to be his opponent, after all, a "great wizard" who could resist the wind and fiddle with the elements of nature could no longer be regarded as a human being.

After all, the winged snake Kukulkan is the chief of all snakes, and after Ye Zhiqiu was about to watch in person, the snakes inside and outside Riptide City swam out of their hiding place one after another, as if they heard the order of a great will located at the apex of the race, and quickly came to the side of the first priest Temothy.

For the first time, the Mad Blood Prince's eyes showed a cautious expression, and after careful identification, he vaguely noticed: "The beast totem, the snake and the sun, are becoming more and more interesting. I seem to have discovered a terrible secret!, God of War, my father, listen to the descendants of your bloodline. ”

The first priest Temothy also sensed something, and without hesitation, he took the initiative to attack, his hands raised high to his head, palms facing outward, his five fingers open, and his smooth and full forehead suddenly burst into a brilliant light like the sun.

The mad blood prince was suddenly attacked by a strong light, and his eyes were filled with tears, and his vision was blurred suddenly, and he couldn't help but turn his head away.

At that moment, the First Priestess Temothy lifted his foot slightly, and the pervasive wind propelled his body forward, bending his knees towards the Mad Prince's legs.

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In an instant, the dragon root broke the whip, the thunder pill exploded, and those who witnessed this scene all clamped their legs with empathy.

As for the mad blood prince of the party, the madness in his body was still there, but when the severe pain hit, he still couldn't resist, and his upper body involuntarily lowered forward.

Unbeknownst to him, the other leg of the First Priest Temothy had already gathered enough strength to whip the mad prince's bowed head as a ball for Keju.

With a "snap", the large blood mist shook outward, sprinkled everywhere, and the mad blood prince's head was twisted to an incredible angle, and his backbone could be seen, and the neck bone must have been broken on the spot.