You call this the god of etiquette?

Chapter 179 Explosion

Garnside stared at the humanoid monster standing proudly in the wind and sand not far away with an ugly expression, and clearly heard the opponent's threat.

The entire "Jia" tribe was waiting for his instructions, and under the heavy burden of the leader, his brain began to spin rapidly.

This talking monster didn't immediately attack. It couldn't possibly be because it had any good intentions.

The extremely obvious hostility and madness that filled the opponent's body not only did not weaken with the killing, but became more public, accompanied by a kind of violence that needed to be vented.

I don’t have the slightest sense that this is the end of the story.

Since it’s not that I don’t want to, then of course I can’t.

Garnside listened carefully to the news brought back by the wind, and focused his gaze on the monster's abdomen.

Gabor's [Sandfall] hit it!

Although the monster does not appear to have any signs of injury, in the final analysis, this is just a superficial situation.

The extent of its inherent damage is difficult to judge.

However, it is absolutely impossible for it to fully recover in such a short period of time.

No one knows the power of [Sandfall] better than Garnside.

The fact that the monster on the opposite side did not attack immediately was also one of the evidences.

"You, it's almost done, right?"

A jerky tone sounded from Garnside's throat, and then he continued stumblingly:

"End it, us."

Although he is far from mastering the common language, Garnside is still confident that he can express what he means.

The leader of the sand people has made a judgment:

Now is the best time to negotiate.

Since this monster taught by "Talek" can talk, it naturally has a certain amount of intelligence and can try to communicate.

Most of the troops in the city have not yet had time to reestablish contact.

As long as the monster in front of them is stabilized, the tribe can retreat first, then gather its men while retreating, and finally plunder.

At that time, it might be a good retreat to take the tools, supplies and slaves back to the camp on the outskirts of the city and make plans.

On the other hand, whether you use stupid methods to continue fighting with monsters and consume them, or simply ignore the enemy's attacks and retreat directly outside the city, it will inevitably mean unbearable losses.

At the same time, Garnside's proposal can be regarded as a breathing opportunity for the monster that has not yet recovered.

The leader of the sand people waited quietly for the monster's reply.

However, about four or five seconds passed.

A hoarse, disdainful sneer sounded:

"blasphemous, I told you."

"It's your turn."

"is you!"

As soon as the words fell, Garnside's heart suddenly started to ring with alarms!

He raised the God's Blessing Sand Blade and moved it forward almost subconsciously.

The next moment.

Clang——

It was like a sharp blade making a crisp sound in the air.

The monster has disappeared!

Clang——Clang——

The roar echoed continuously, causing Garnside's eardrums to beat strangely.

The aftereffects of activating [Sandfall] when he entered the city earlier are far from over, and now his body's defense is much more fragile than that of ordinary sand warriors.

Facing the unknown and strange attack, the powerful leader of the sand people was as weak as a child.

Clang——Clang——

His vision began to be filled with red blood that appeared from nowhere.

Crazy restless nerves robbed the brain of its ability to think.

Garnside's five senses were rubbed and destroyed by some inexplicable force like clay.

All existence ceases to exist.

"Clan leader. Clan leader"

From a distant place, a long voice seemed to be heard.

what does it mean? Garnside's consciousness sank in confusion.

till the end.

Completely swallowed by the malicious scarlet.

boom--

It was like a water balloon filled with water suddenly exploded.

Scarlet flesh exploded.

The patter--

Blood rain fell on the groups of sand people.

Everything happened in a blink of an eye too fast.

So that they didn't react at all.

Wait until the blood rain stops.

Everyone's face is more or less stained with the blood of the leader.

The sand people who were belatedly realized then burst into violent roars:

"what happened!"

"What happened?"

"Master leader? Master leader!"

Accompanied by chaotic roars, the sand people who were originally imposing and surrounded the black-clothed ceremony suddenly became chaotic.

They looked in disbelief at the leader who had turned into a pool of unrecognizable flesh and blood.

Afterwards, the cautious sand people began to subconsciously flee out of the street, and they did not forget to shout:

"The enemy used weird magic to kill the leader! We have to escape from this ghost place first!"

"Our army is defeated! Our army is defeated!"

"I've long felt that this Tarek is a bit evil, retreat quickly!"

While protecting themselves, of course they also hope to leave with as many "comrades" as possible.

After all, the clan leader who was standing there peacefully exploded into a puddle of flesh and blood without any explanation.

No one knows when the enemy's next attack will come.

If there are more people, the probability of being targeted will be smaller!

Of course, the "Ga" tribe is not the only one who wants to escape.

Garnside is dead, not to mention those loyal subordinates who want to avenge him. Gabor, who was originally his deputy and now believes that he should be the next leader of the clan, will never back down at this moment.

Struggling to overcome the pain in his heart, Gabor shouted loudly:

"Stay where you are! Stay where you are!"

"Avenge the leader!"

"The enemy can hardly hold on any longer!"

As he spoke, he waved his arms in a certain direction.

Many sand people stopped when they heard this and looked in the direction Gabor pointed.

Sure enough, the humanoid monster that had probably killed the leader by some strange means was now half-kneeling in front of the leader's shapeless body.

You can vaguely see two streams of blood flowing downward from its eyes covered by long hair until they fall to the ground.

Perhaps this is the price of a powerful magic?

The quick-thinking sand people noticed the crux of the problem almost immediately.

While shouting at each other, more and more sand people stopped.

If given a choice, of course everyone still wants to completely destroy all the resistance in the city and then grab a good chance.

After all, so much has been paid.

Seeing that the situation had stabilized, Gabor's face flashed with joy.

However, it didn't take long for him to be happy.

A roar that clearly did not belong to the sand people sounded from the temple in front.

I saw two rows of enemies dressed in black robes and wearing finger tigers, filing out from the temple shrouded in scarlet curtains.

It seems that they also realized it.

Now is the key to determining the outcome of this war.

Gabor took a deep breath and was about to command the Sand People soldiers to fight to the end!

(End of this chapter)