Traveling through Dungeons and Warriors

Chapter 292 Ozma of Chaos Plays?

At this time, on the battlefield between the dark elves and the tyrannosaurus king Bakal's army, although everyone was looking at the sky, Buwangateng jumped up, grabbed a sharp sword, and rushed towards Agale, the god of death. Ka Luo, who was leaning over, cut off.

"Oh, not bad, you actually made a breakthrough at this time!" Agares, the god of death who had already admitted his identity as a suicide machine, didn't move at all in the face of Buwanga's thunderous beheading. Instead, he smiled and nodded in approval.

"Die!" I saw Buwanga falling from the sky and directly slashing out the sharp sword in his hand. After that, he didn't observe whether Agares, the god of death, was injured, but shot directly into the sky, and grabbed a sharp sword again Attacking, at this time the countless sharp blades in the sky had formed a circle, and every time Buvanga cut out the sharp sword, he rose into the air again and attacked again. "Die! Die! Die! Die!" Gradually, Buvanga fell into a state of madness, his eyes were full of light, and he only knew how to blindly slash the sharp sword in his hand at Agares, the god of death.

"Ugh! Die!" Finally, it seemed that it was time to awaken the profound meaning to attack, and what Buvanga was holding in his hand was his wolf god totem, and then it turned into countless welcomes, rushing back and forth to kill the god of death. Gareth's body, the whole scene is gorgeous, and there is a gust of wind that rolls up the yellow sand all over the sky, making it difficult for people to see the situation inside.

Finally, when the sword shadow disappeared, countless sharp swords stuck in the soil appeared on the ground, and Buwanga stood panting.Hearing "Plop!", Buvanga, who had already been seriously injured and exhausted, finally fell to the ground, but the black inflammation on his body had disappeared at some point, leaving only a large number of burnt scars. People can't bear to see it.

"Bwanga!" Because of Bwanga's crazy move before, although Spark and the others intended to stop it, it was too late. At this time, they rushed over and looked at Bwanga who was in a coma with concern, while Katie And Nils cast their respective healing magic in order to ease Bwanga's injury.

"Hee hee, not bad, not bad, to be able to shape an eighth-level powerhouse with my own eyes or even with my own hands, it seems that this time is really worth the money!" Just as Spark and others are busy relieving Buvanga's injuries At that time, Agares, the god of death, remembered the weird voice again. When everyone turned their heads, Agares, the god of death, was still unscathed, with a wicked grin at the corner of his mouth. He smiled and said: "Okay, don't worry, I've already taken back the black flames on his body. Although his injuries are serious, his body should be able to save his life. You guys continue to play, I'm going back!" I feel that I have had a lot of fun today, and Agares, the god of death, doesn't seem to want to stay here any longer, and then I saw Agares, the god of death, floating in front of Ozma, and said in a serious voice: "Remember What I told you just now, counting those three victories, don’t try to deceive me, you should know that you can’t hide it!” After saying those words, Ka Luo’s body suddenly trembled extremely. Then his body went limp and he fell directly to the ground.

"Yes! The villain understands." Ozma straightened her waist until she felt that the breath of Agares, the god of death, was no longer there, and then hurried to check the condition of Carlo of the Underworld Flame. After checking, she found that this What was in front of him was just a body. Either Carlo could not bear the power of Agares, the God of Death, and his soul had collapsed, or he was brought back to the underworld by Agares, the God of Death. "Hey..." To be honest, Ozma is the most depressed and disturbed when encountering such a thing. The game that was originally a sure bet turned into an extremely unfavorable situation at this moment. He knows that from now on, Carlo, the sixth ghost god, will It no longer existed, and Ozma, who was full of emotion for a while, suddenly thought that the strength of his subordinates had shrunk greatly. You must know that Pulxiu, the seventh ghost and god of madness, and Carlo, the sixth ghost and god of fire, were under his command. Two chapters of trump cards, different from other ghosts and gods, one of them is a perverted level existence that meets Buddhas and eats ghosts, and the other is a real eighth-level master.

"Hey, is it that the era of our ghosts and gods is over?" Ozma became confused for a while, and a sense of powerlessness filled his withered body.But at this moment, he thought of a person in his mind, that man with a pair of blood-colored eyes. Thinking of this, Ozma also showed a smile and murmured: "At least with him, the will of our ghosts and gods will not change." Forgotten by the world!" With this hope in his heart, Ozma raised his spirits, looked at the figures of Spark and others not far away, and said in a hazy voice: "How is it? You who have won three victories, Should we move on to the next game?"

"Hmph! That's natural!" Azshara was naturally extremely proud at this time. Although after these four competitions, their side is also full of scars, but as long as they grit their teeth and win another round, they can save the dark elves. The family also asked Ozma to personally leave the life of the Tyrannosaurus King Bakr's [-] troops.Thinking of this, Azshara stood up and shouted to Ozma: "Who will you send next? Come on!"

"Chacha, who can I send out who has been sent to the edge of the cliff so I can rest assured?" Ozma reached out and slid his chin a few times, looking at Spark's remaining fighting masters, he thought to himself: "The eighth-level strength is GSD, and Bubu Wanga, who fought desperately to break through with Death Agares, and Goshawk has also played in the battle and cannot play again. If this is the case..." Thinking of this, Ozma showed a touch With a smug smile, he slid a few times in the void beside him, and the place became blurred, and a figure appeared slowly, just like ghosts and gods about to appear on the stage.

After Spark and the others saw it clearly, they saw a swordsman appearing wrapped in black shadow and holding a long sword. It was Kaija, the second afterimage of ghosts and gods!

Seeing someone from Ozma's side, Niels' deep and thick voice sounded: "Huh! If that's the case." Niels, who had been gearing up for a long time since the start of the bet, was suffering because he didn't appear on the stage. He took two steps forward, held the giant ax behind his back in his hand and said, "Come on!"

"Hehe, you made a mistake!" Ozma looked at Niels' posture but did not ask Kaija of the afterimage to come forward to fight, but said with a sinister smile: "They have been cornered, How dare I send others to play so easily?" As he spoke, Ozma floated down from midair.

"What?" After hearing Ozma's words, Spark and the others also understood that Ozma was going to play by himself, and Nils sweated nervously in his hands for a while.You must know that Ozma's prestige is not comparable to other ghosts and gods. He is one of the protagonists of the "Dark Jihad" thousands of years ago, and he is a legendary figure who cast the "Blood Curse" on the entire Arad. Everyone, including Erles, couldn't help sweating in their hearts.

(End of this chapter)