Arad's unruly savior

Chapter 692 Invisible Slash!
Even Ye Lin, who has always been good at talking nonsense, fell into a rare moment of silence in the face of the extremely unwilling and hoarse Matega.

They treat "Odin" as a god, and they are also seeking a possibility of self-evolution. The two races are in a wonderful symbiotic state.

Everyone ignored it subconsciously, and the Tartans didn't necessarily want to stay with Anton all the time.

In Kronkula, they are losers and have no choice but to rely on Odin to survive.

After arriving in the Demon Realm, there are even a forest of top experts, and the environment is particularly harsh.

Tartan is a race that loves fire and heat, but the Demon Realm is a land cursed by the sun. Only the cold Demon Realm moon Delarion casts a cold brilliance.

"However, this is not a reason to excuse your ambition." After a moment of silence, Yelin suddenly spoke out, breaking the dull atmosphere.

He frowned slightly, glanced at the devastated Eaton, and said sneeringly: "If I can't stop the apostle's blow and turn Eaton's millions of souls into innocent souls, then who will sympathize with the heavens that have suffered from indiscriminate disasters? Who, come Guilty for paying for this?"

His sharp eyes stared straight at Matega, but he smiled calmly and asked, "Are you going to feel guilty about the millions of creatures in the heavens, or the weak ants? Perhaps, what you just said is actually not true. Wrong, strength is respected!"

Waking up with a single word, Ouli and Lena hurriedly took a few deep breaths, patted their faces to clear their minds.

Just now, he accidentally put himself into the perspective of the Tartan tribe, and sympathized with their experience, feeling a little pity.

"Ah……"

Matega was noncommittal, and had no way to refute it. If Anton were to destroy Eaton with one blow, would he shed tears of sorrow for the millions of "ants" who died in the heavens?

Impossible, too late to be happy.

"I will die in your hands." After sighing, he looked at Ye Lin calmly, "Only a sharpened blade can pierce the apostle's chest."

"No no~"

Yelin waved his hand, showing a hint of impatience, and his tone became indifferent: "Three mistakes, one, you are not a real apostle, so don't put money on your face, two, your life will be paid Let the heavens come to judge, three, I will test you with a hammer!"

The blade of trial sounds like a kingly destiny, a weak life goes through difficult trials step by step, and finally penetrates the heart of the ultimate life form.

However, behind this great prophecy, there is a sense of being a puppet manipulated by an invisible hand.

The "blade" in the trajectory of fate, who is the blade holder?
The blade is a cold weapon, why can't it be called "the man of trial".

When Hersos dissipated himself, he also told him that he must jump out!
The imbalance between light and darkness, the collapse of the world at the end of time, maybe the trial blade is also a culprit.

boom!
No longer inquiring about any news, Yelin rallied and punched Matega hard on the right cheek, knocking out three teeth and bleeding from his mouth, causing the guy to pass out again.

"Pfft! Among the powerhouses of this level, you may be the weakest!"

Wiping the corners of his mouth, he finally felt a little bit of anger vented.

Then he lowered his head and said in a serious tone, "Call your followers back, I know where your heart is."

Anton, who seemed to be sleeping, suddenly opened his eyes, and an invisible spiritual force swept over Eaton.

Those low-level monsters who fanatically worshiped Anton first raised their heads, then retreated from the battlefield without hesitation, gathered on the coast, and crawled back along Anton's legs.

"Commander! They're gone."

Wu En was overjoyed when he saw this, and Anton has now withdrawn his troops, which means that the lowest result in the heavens set by Grand Duke Jurgen, that is, getting Anton to evacuate from Eaton, has been more than half successful.

"Wait, those high-level Tartans haven't moved yet." Jacket waved his hand, trying to maintain his composure. Victory is only a thin line away, and he must not show his flaws at this time.

He also wanted to run out in person, shout loudly that victory had come, and share his joy.

But if An Tuen is cheating and shoots back the carbine, his heart will be as cold as the sea water.

It is related to the future of the Seventh Empire, and no one dares to jump to conclusions and make regrettable decisions without accurate information.

……

Agnes and Madeline leaned together, both of them had sour and awkward expressions on their faces, no longer the arrogance and arrogance they had before.

They knew that the desperate Matega was over, but the call from Anton just now, would they go back or not?
If they didn't go back, they couldn't help shivering and their faces twitched seeing the menacing squad that surrounded them.

But if Lord An Tuen is still angry when he goes back, then it's over.

"By the way, where's Kress?" Madeline looked left and right, nervous.

Now every additional member of the same race can give him a sense of security.

"When he was trying to avoid Master Anton's breath just now, he seemed to have accidentally bumped into a dragon. He hit it far away, so he should be fine."

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The slightly withered palm grasped the hilt of the sword, and slowly pulled it out from behind. The sword body was bright and brand new, but it lacked vigor, and the blade was not even opened.

This sword was randomly forged by him in the Tower of Despair in order to improve his swordsmanship.

"Old man, can I understand that you are showing hostility?" Bearo said bluntly. When he usually called Luke, he was also "that old man".

"I'm a little interested in the ancient demons of the Demon Realm." Soderos' tone was calm, he really only had a "little" interest.

When he set the goal of swordsmanship as "touching Karn", ordinary strong men began to lose interest, and he didn't even have the idea of ​​using Clarice.

"I also think it's very interesting." Under the helmet of Bellaro, the eyes glowed red, a pair of blood wings vibrated, and the air resonated like a tremor, buzzing.

On the ground, the blood that hadn't dried up during the previous war seemed to be attracted by a mysterious force, like beads of thread, gathered towards Bearo in the air.

"Oh no……"

Thousands of meters away, some wounded and bleeding soldiers slowly ooze blood beads from the wounds that have not yet healed, and fly towards Bearo, making the injuries worse.

For a moment, Bearo's blood wings spread for a hundred meters, and the demonic energy was so powerful that it could cover the sun. The sword with horns in his hand also looked extremely bright red after quenching the blood, exuding a terrifying bloody smell.

In Luke's Tarot card army, his code name is "Devil", which perfectly complements the power of the ancient devil's contract and the inherently powerful fighting spirit of the ghost clan.

Bearo dominated the remaining blood on the entire battlefield, showing his full strength, and finally made Soderos look a little more serious.

"In the Demon Realm, only the strong are qualified to survive, and I am the strong among the survivors!"

The horned blood sword slashed head-on, and a huge devil's head emerged above Bayaro, and the sun seemed to be hidden in its mouth, trying to swallow Soderos downward.

The pair of bloody wings spread across the sky, as if the presence of a celestial demon was terrifying, and the gust of wind blew Soderos's white hair, his eyes narrowed slightly, and the palm holding the sword was suddenly clenched.

Extremely Divine Sword Art·Invisible Slash!
……

He seemed to have swung a sword, or swung countless swords. It was just an attacking action of raising his hand, but the sky suddenly delivered a net of sword energy, messing up the ten thousand meters of sky.

Boom~
The long sword shattered into pieces of iron the size of a thumb. Soderos was surprised for a moment, and threw away the rough wooden hilt. It was just a boring work anyway, and he didn't care.

Bearo stagnated abruptly in the air. The surface of that delicate black armor suddenly appeared like a spider web of cracks, and traces of light emerged. The burly and strong body, as well as the light of death, exploded into bloody flowers.

One blow, conquer the enemy!

Agnes, who was still hesitating to choose, was suddenly stunned and gasped from the cold.

Immediately, the fire wings spread out and flew towards Anton. Rather than leaning against this group of human perverts, it is better to take a gamble and ask Anton for forgiveness, saying that Matega has nothing to do with us.

Suddenly, a drop of thick black blood flew out of the bloody flower, flying towards the foreign island as if fleeing for his life.

Soderos was a little surprised. As expected of an ancient demon, his vitality was quite strong.

However, a huge sword burning with pitch-black magic flames stood in front of the black blood like lightning, and the strange eyes in front of the hilt shot out strands of black light, wrapping the blood tightly.

On the other side, just as Agnes was leaning towards Anton, out of the corner of her eye, she suddenly caught sight of a hooded, thunder-covered living body, also running away.

He seemed to be in a panic and fled to the northeast. Agnes immediately reminded loudly: "Nelbe! Only Lord Anton can protect us!"

However, Nelbe didn't seem to hear~

(End of this chapter)