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Chapter 379 I won't come in the next life......

But those heretics don't have any words of fear, and they don't even fear death. They want to kill this guy in a fanatical manner and offer it to God.

"The avalanche is unstoppable!" The man's words were still calm, with a heavy momentum, he swung his broken sword and slashed at the injured elite cultist.

The Broken Sword slashed down with unparalleled strength, even the black iron helmet couldn't stop it, and it was cut open with half of his brain, and died on the spot.

With a backhand slash, the terrifying power directly slashed the two people who rushed forward, and the bloody internal organs exploded out like balloons.

The powerful strength displayed by that newly built body shows that it is not weak at all just now, as if there is a force emerging from his body.

If Lance was here, he might be able to see that he was full of aura, and there was definitely more than one piece of extraordinary equipment on his body, and none of them were ordinary items.

Or he himself is a powerful transcendent!
Fighting against so many cultists alone, that gesture became the focus of the audience, even those cultists couldn't help but focus on that.

When Vic saw the figure holding the broken sword, he couldn't help but feel glad that his decision just now didn't provoke him.

But Hamlet is not weak either!

Vic hadn't entered the car formation just now, but wandered outside to gather the guards on horseback, forming a cavalry team of about ten people outside.

Not everyone can ride a horse as a scout. These are basically veterans from Hamlet, and it can be said that all of them are skilled fighters.

After that person attracted the attention of the cultists, Vic directly took the lead, killing the cultists with a musket in one hand and a saber in the other.

"boom!"

A close shot directly punched a blood hole in the chest of a cultist, swung a saber backhand to block another cultist's pitchfork stabbing, and before Vic could make a move, the teammate next to him chopped off the guy's head with a knife.

The team is the Hamlet's weapon against the enemy.

"Kill!" Vic raised his knife and charged. At that moment, he seemed to have returned to the days of the army.

The convoy retreated without any worries for the time being, while the team led by Vic roamed flexibly and kept attacking, either shooting or wielding sabers to kill the cultists one by one.

The Ascension Sect mobilized at least 50 people, but there may only be five or six elites among them, and the rest are rotten fish and shrimps that I don’t know where to find them. The weapons in their hands are just like ordinary farmers.

Except for the morale that is not afraid of death, there is nothing left to show, especially when facing the brave veterans led by Vic, it is simply chopping melons and vegetables.

Those who besieged the convoy were quickly hacked to death, but Vic and the others did not stop, but directly regrouped and killed the cultists in the refugee pile.

The refugees dispersed long ago, leaving corpses all over the place, but they could see the person who was still besieged by the cultists.

Riding on a horse, every swing of the knife carries the potential energy of the horse, which can easily cause greater damage.

After rushing back and forth several times, he rescued the man who was besieged by the cultists, but Vic knew that even if he didn't come over, those cultists might not be able to kill him, but would be killed by him instead. The terrifying strength of this man can be seen from the corpse.

"Friend, are you okay?"

"It's okay~" came the hoarse voice accompanied by heavy panting.

Vic looked at the blood stains on his body. The armor blocked most of the damage, but it was obvious that many bandages on his body were broken, and there were bloodstains oozing from the inside to the outside. It was attacked... No matter what It doesn't look like anything is wrong.

But the next scene made Vic a little strange. He saw the man holding the broken sword in front of him, putting his hands on the hilt and bowing his head slightly, muttering something as if praying, giving people a sense of solemnity. a feeling of.

His condition improved in just a few breaths, and this appearance reminded him of the power mastered by the extraordinary in the mouth of the lord.

When he reacted, he saw that the man was hugging a patient wrapped in bandages. Seeing the blood stains on it, it was obvious that he had been injured in the battle just now, and now he was even on the verge of death.

"Sorry, I didn't protect you well."

"No...we dragged down the king...it is my greatest honor to die in the arms of the king...please don't feel sorry for me..."

The patient still wanted to reach out to say something, but just as he raised it, he fell down again, and his life was completely lost.

Seeing this, Vic didn't say anything else, and instead called the team to go back to deal with the troubles left by the cultists. Those corpses on the ground, and those who were seriously injured but not dead were crying continuously. Among them were cultists, and of course there were refugees.

For this situation, Vic has no better solution, just ask someone to give them a relief.

It wasn't cruel...and it was the best he could give them.

"What else do you wish for?"

"I hope I won't come in my next life..."

"Yes, this world is too hopeless..." Vic nodded when he heard this, but broke his neck in an instant, allowing him to die without pain.

Putting the corpse down, Vic's expression was not shaken. Instead, he looked in the direction of Hamlet more firmly and muttered to himself.

"But there's always hope..."

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The two figures kept colliding in the open space, and others couldn't even see the detailed movements clearly, only the sound of metal and iron colliding, and the harsh sound of metal rubbing.

Similarly, the power between the two is directly reflected in the open space. There are potholes in the soft ground that has just been plowed, and the original turf and soil on it are constantly splashing, and the ground is ravaged by wild power.

A series of sparks burst out with a sound of "呲啦", and the two figures staggered violently. It was only when the figures stabilized that it was revealed that Lance and War Wolf turned into werewolves.

At this time, the two fought fiercely for a long time, and Lance completely lost the arrogance he had at the beginning.

I have been in this world for so long, and this is the first time I have encountered such a difficult enemy.

It can be seen that the clothes on his body are about to be torn into pieces, with a lot of blood stains on them, and wounds of different sizes appear on his naked body.

Among them, the severe ones are even bloody, and the blood is hard to restrain and usually keeps flowing out.

You must know that Lance's physique is very strong, and ordinary swords will not easily break through the defense like thick cowhide, which is equivalent to a certain degree of damage reduction.

But now he is in such a state of embarrassment. It appeared last time when he was wearing armor and killed a bandit.

But this time it was obviously the damage caused by the werewolf. With the super speed and flexibility of the werewolf, the wolf claws and fangs with strange and extraordinary power became very terrifying.

Lance holding a giant sword can hardly even keep up with its rhythm. Often, it can only swing a sword by itself when it grabs three claws (more moves in one round). Sometimes it is better to let it catch than to let it bite. One is Flesh injury, one is disabled.

After being injured, a strange power remained on the wound, preventing the healing of the flesh and blood, forcing him to consume more spirituality to wear down the remaining power.

This is him, as an ordinary person, I'm afraid he would have been torn to pieces by werewolves.

Although the strange wolf form gave it a strong physique and good recovery ability, it would definitely be difficult to fight head-on with Lance.

He didn't have Lance's continuous strength, and he could see that his condition had dropped a lot, and there were many scars on his body, and his hair was all cut off.

Most seriously, it can be seen that its left arm is at a strange angle and is powerless and drooping. This is the result of being hit by Lance's sword. The epee has no front, but the power contained in it is unbearable even for a werewolf.

The short separation between the two means that it is difficult for both sides to maintain a battle of this intensity.

The surrounding area had been cleared long ago, and only Grindel was watching, but it was precisely because of this that she felt the terrifying strength of the wolf warrior, which completely surpassed the champions recorded in the tribe, and even legendary powerhouses should not have this kind of power. strength.

The more you search for clues in your memory, the more frightened you become.

It's not a power, it's a curse...

What did he sacrifice in the ceremony?And who is the object?

If it was the night of the genocide and saw such a powerful war wolf, she might not even have the heart to run away.

But at this time, such a powerful war wolf was stopped by that man, and even severely injured this monster.

The fear was dispelled by the man, and Grindel felt a strong vengeance in her heart.

She did it the moment the two separated. She had been waiting for this opportunity for a long time!

"Nature's Wrath!"

Grindel let out a growl, wilder than ever before.

Holding the staff in both hands, she paused in front of her body, an exaggerated force of nature emerged, and in Lance's eyes, her whole body erupted with a rich emerald green luster.

It's just that Greendale slowly closed her eyes at this time, and she had to feel the nature with her heart and integrate into it, so that she could get natural feedback.

There was nothing to do in that environment before, but now she believed that Lance could protect herself.

When is a spellcaster most terrifying?

A safe environment, enough casting time, just like this moment.

Now I am natural!

Lance also felt the strange vibration coming from the ground. In the next second, countless tree roots surged out. Compared with the previous ones this time, they can be called small troubles, and the scale has increased by more than ten times. The roots gathered from all around, and they rushed towards the werewolf like the petals of a flower closing.

The werewolf's tall body jumped up without any slowness, trying to jump out of the encirclement with its super jumping ability.

It's just that Lance is not a decoration.

With a "bang" gunshot, the werewolf's head tilted violently, and the powerful kinetic energy carried by the bullet directly interrupted the werewolf's rhythm in the air, causing it to fall back.

"Huh~" Lance blew away the faint gunpowder smoke from the muzzle, and whispered in his mouth: "I don't even know what you're dancing~"

Greendale's shot gave him a moment of respite, the strange force remaining in the wound was dispelled between breaths, the bleeding under [Flesh Reconstruction] was stopped, and the wound on his body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The falling state also quickly improved under the strengthening of [Blessing], even stronger!

You are strong and you are strong, and I have to fight a war of attrition with me if the second is too late.

If I can't beat single-handedly, I will fight in groups.

I have teammates, what do you have?
Oh...it turns out that all of your teammates are dead.

However, the werewolf transformed by the war wolf is doomed not to hear this, because the werewolf fell back into the encirclement and was swallowed by the tree roots in an instant, but if it was really so simple, it would not have fought with Lance for so long. .

Falling into it and being silent for only two or three seconds, those tree roots were blown away by a powerful force, and the figure of the werewolf emerged from the broken roots, and one could see that it was missing a piece of hair on its head, but that was all. , not even blood flowed out.

That was the trace of the gunshot just now, but it also showed that it would be difficult for the gun to threaten it after a little distance.

It's just that Greendale didn't waver in the slightest. Did she really think that she just stood here and did nothing?
I don't know where the roots of so many trees broke free from the earth and killed them.

Do you want to fight against nature!

If the werewolf was in the initial state, I am afraid that Grindel could not drive the roots as fast as it. Even if it was trapped, it would have been killed from these roots, but the battle just now almost crippled it, and it was only when the state declined. Greendale entangled.

The ever-emerging tree roots made it exhausted to deal with, the sharp claws that broke the gold and stone cut off one, but stretched out two, leaving only one arm, it was quickly seized the opportunity.

No matter how cunning and powerful the beast falls into the trap, it cannot be the hunter's opponent.

A tree root with a thick arm took the opportunity to directly bind the werewolf's right arm. As long as this arm is restrained, its fighting ability will be...

Wolves have not only claws, but also fangs.

The werewolf turned his head and bit the thick tree roots that bound his arms.

In the next second, the arm-thick tree root was bitten off in an instant, as easily as eating French fries.

屮!I knew it.

Seeing this, Lance couldn't help cursing secretly, and looked at the giant sword in his hand. There was an obvious tooth mark on it, which was left by Lance blocking its attack in the previous battle.

It can leave traces on steel, and if it bites its own arm, it may be cut off instantly.

But the power of nature is inexhaustible. When one root is broken, two will grow.

Neck, waist, wrists and ankles...

Taking advantage of this moment, the roots controlled by Grindel swarmed up and directly tied the werewolf into big characters, no matter how hard the werewolf struggled, it had nowhere to exert its strength.

"Wolf Warrior!" Grindel opened her eyes suddenly, looked at the controlled werewolf and let out a roar, as if she wanted to vent all the emotions accumulated for a long time.

But this was not enough to make her vent her anger. Her hand holding the staff tightened more and more, and the monstrous hatred turned into strength. Even from such a distance, the sound of the continuous tightening of the bound tree roots could be heard. , seems to want to crush it alive.

Don't underestimate the power of plants, a single seedling can support a skull.

That is to say, the physique of the werewolf is super high, otherwise an ordinary person would have been strangled by tree roots and turned into fertilizer.

Grindel wanted to eat its meat and drink its blood, but she didn't want to kill the wolf so easily.

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