Shaman from Afar

"The contest of the power of the void, in the final analysis ... is the contest of strength."

In the battlefield east of Blood Skeleton Valley, when the dark-haired wizard started the magic circle of the solitary dream, he suddenly thought of the "teaching" once instructed by Dalton Kander.

I have to say that his concise and clear tone, as sharp as a knife, is really impressive.

"No matter how the form changes, no matter how thorough the understanding, no matter the level is high or shallow-the big swallows the small, the strong suppresses the weak, the tight destruction of the loose ... The power of the void is such unreasonable power.

"When you encounter the inability to use the power of the void, the spells, runes, and alchemy items are completely invalid, or are distorted ..."

"Don't doubt, that is not the force you can fight against-the purest battle between the forces of the void, it is so cruel and direct."

"The strong wins, the weak die."

The pale-faced-if the vampire could also be pale-the end apostle looked around in panic, but there was nothing but darkness.

Impurities in light, temperature, air ... None at all.

Most importantly, it finds that it can't feel the slightest power of the void!

This is simply impossible-as an evil apostle, it should be able to feel the power of the void overflowing its body all the time;

Not feeling the power of the void is as ridiculous as human beings cannot breathe.

What is going on ... difficult, am I ... I am dead?

To be given by a human, a human ...

"No doubt, you are still alive."

The voice of the black-haired wizard came without emotion.

"But you are going to die."

The apostle's heart is ashamed.

The invisible darkness, like the tentacles covered with tentacles, constantly engulfed the "existence" of the vampire-the terrified Ender Apostle found that his consciousness was gradually dissipating, and the original clear memory gradually blurred.

"The strong wins, the weak die ... In other words, if you want to defeat the guy who is composed solely of the power of the void, in fact, as long as you use the stronger and tighter power of the void, you can devour it completely."

"There is no such thing as" killing "at all."

The panicked Ender Apostle began to struggle desperately, but the more it struggled, the faster it found itself to “dissipate”.

Myself ... Descartes ... was defeated by a human ... with the power of the void ...?

This is impossible, impossible! I ... I can't accept it, I will never accept this ending!

The apostle of the endless gods of the four gods, the great Descartes, I cannot be defeated by a human in this humiliating way!

I ... Descartes, the apostle, will not die in the hands of a human being!

How could the great Ender Apostle end this way!

I ... wait!

The vampire desperately struggling in the "darkness" showed a trace of confusion on his face.

who am I?

By the way, I am the Great Four Gods, the Apostle of the Ender ... what?

I am Descartes, a vampire, Descartes who has lived for thousands of years, I am ... yes ... what? !

Why am I here?

What's going on, why don't I know, what is going on ... Could I ... cross?

The more thinking, the more confused Descartes was gradually swallowed up; even the brain that was desperately thinking became dark and transparent.

"Snapped!"

The dark-haired wizard gently snapped his fingers, and everything disappeared.

In an instant, Descartes thinking completely fell into darkness.

…………………………

Battlefield west of Blood Skeleton Valley.

After paying a huge sacrifice, the Blood Skeleton Guard finally settled his foot and formed a solid shield wall headed by hundreds of demon hunters, barely controlling the battle.

But without even needing to be reminded by others, Eckert, Earl of the Fury, understood that this was only temporary; the enemy ’s endless strength, which would sooner or later break through this fragile defense line;

Needless to say, the soldiers who killed thousands of people in this area, as long as they are exhausted, the army of monsters can win.

In fact, in the initial deduction, the Blood Corps Guards had made the worst plan-on the premise that the deadlock could not be broken, and the Monster Corps pushed it all the way, less than 10,000 Blood Corps Guards could stick The longest time is only half a day!

Of course, even the worst of all the plans, the Guardians of Blood Skeleton still have an alternative retreat plan ... but if you can, Earl Eckert still hopes to win.

Eckert ... No, it should be all willing to come here, and all the Bayerns who failed to come to this ancient battlefield have the same desire, eager to witness the glory of the tenth generation Black Duke again, once again in this big The ground is blooming, eager to be able to witness again ... a victory of miracle.

Let us create this miracle with our own hands.

Taking a deep breath, the Earl of Fury took the battle flag from the fallen soldiers, and the sore arm raised the flag that had been soaked in blood.

"Long live the Empire -----!"

"clang--!"

The two silver lights flashed at the same time, the battle axe and the dagger were arrogantly splashed with a sense of killing, and the uninterrupted firelight bloomed between ice and snow.

Both parties have completely given up their plans to kill in a single blow, or each attack is chopped with absolute killing intentions, pouring out all their killing intentions without concealment.

The flat **** at the bottom of the foot has long become a rugged and rugged battlefield.

"boom--!"

The battle axe crashed, and the cracked sandstone spread like countless arrows to the surroundings; almost at the same moment, a thin sword waved "sword net" was opened in front of the leaping thin figure, and then pierced straight into the face of the tyrannical apostle.

puff!

The evaded attack only left a bloodstain on the face of the tyrannical apostle, and also exposed flaws that could not be evaded immediately; the next second, the long handle of the retrieved battle axe was severely drawn on the chest of the gray pupil.

"boom--!"

Lucien, who fell to the ground like a stone cannon, unexpectedly stood firm and did not fall down. His gray and blue eyes raised up, still staring at the tyrannical apostle.

"The reaction is quick, I thought it would be a bit of a victory this time!"

The right hand holding the sword wiped the blood from the corner of the mouth casually, and the gray pupil smiled carelessly; but compared with the expression of just now, the body was already scarred, and the head and feet were almost covered with bruises and wounds, dark blue The hair was wetted with blood oozing from the forehead, soaking wet and dripping.

The rotten upper armor had already been taken off by him, and his exposed chest was violently ups and downs-regardless of physical strength or energy, he had already reached the limit, even if he passed out directly in the next second, Lucien did n’t feel anything. Strange.

The power of evil spirits had already been turned on, and the tyrannical apostle Quergo, who was wrapped in black lines all over the body, was also staring coldly at the actions of the gray pupils; it just didn't understand why this guy who was breathing all over his body was actually alive and well. of.

The perseverance of the war is worthy of admiration;

But the strong will will not make up for the gap between each other's strengths-the self sheltered by the "tyrant" Gewait is absolutely crushing each other's existence in the power of the void.

The battle between the forces of the void, the outcome ... was determined as early as the moment of strength and weakness.

"boom--!"

With two catapult-like roars, both of them did not dodge the roundabout idea and they rushed towards the other side in a straightforward way.

Time, slow down at this moment.

Facing the battle axe that hit him, Lussin's left-handed dagger slammed a backhand, his blade almost parallel to the axe.

The spitting fire flashed between the two blades, attacking the violent apostle who was slammed and unable to maintain the balance of the body; in the hands of the gray pupil, there was a second sword.

Up or down ... In an instant fight, one more attack is enough to determine life and death.

"boom!"

An elbow strike hit the jaws of the tyrannical apostle hard; the burly body shuddered with a bitter bone crack.

Under the premise of being close to close combat, the elbow and knee with the shortest attack distance and the greatest power are the most common offensive methods; but Lusien's too flexible and agile movements make this option a blind spot for the tyrannical apostles.

It's now!

Facing the tyrannical apostle with the door wide open, the gray pupil raised his right hand dagger without hesitation and stabbed straight forward.

"clang--!"

With a clear voice, the blade touched the tyrannical apostle's chest; but no matter how hard Lucien exerted it, he could never get in.

"Humanity……"

The indifferent voice of the tyrannical apostle Quegona came and grabbed the gray pupil's neck, and the thin body was brought into the air without resistance.

"Do you think that ... I have experienced countless battles, and I won the tyrant's Govait recognition after victory, wouldn't I guess this?"

"Do you think ... a human being can have the power to defeat the apostle of evil gods?"

"Arrogance!"

The tightly held neck slowly tightened, a crisp crackling sound came from the palm, and the thin body couldn't resist.

"Has the strength to compete with me, enough to fight a war?" The tyrannical apostle and the struggling gray pupil looked at each other: "Perhaps, I admit that your power of the void is almost the same as mine. Maybe you can really find a chance to kill me. "

"Unfortunately! For the battle of the forces of the void, the difference between the first line ... is the difference between the world."

"This is the gap between you and me."

puff!

Lushen's trembling pupil suddenly shrank and opened his mouth, but there was only a "squeak", hoarse throat under the purple lips.

The long handle of the battle axe penetrated the chest of the gray pupil.

The flesh was torn, the bones were smashed, blood spewed, the internal organs were shattered ... The long stalk of blood was broken from Lushen's back.

"boom--!"

Under the brutal force of the tyrannical apostle, the blood-soaked gray pupil was thrown out like a broken sack and smashed into a cracked ground pit.

it's not finished yet!

Just as Lusien collapsed in the pool of blood, the moment the body trembled and wanted to get up, the long-handed axe of the right hand of the tyrannical apostle Quegor threw out violently, hitting the chest!

With a loud noise, the battle axe smashed Lusern's chest directly and nailed him to the ground.

The voice became thinner and the smoke was dispersed; the gray pupil who was penetrated by the battle axe into the chest fell motionless in the pool of blood.

The motionless and tyrannical apostle Quigo was indifferent in his eyes.

That's right, there can be no miracles at all; no matter how hard a human being struggles, he can't be an opponent of the great gods ...

Thump!

Splashes of plasma.

The violent apostle, whose body was trembling, suddenly froze, staring blankly at his body.

Suddenly there were two more fatal injuries on the torso and body, and the cast iron body was actually penetrated.

"boom--!"

The unbearable tyrannical apostle knelt down on one knee, and the consternation was almost directly written on his face, and the blood still spewing out, staining its body.

Just like Lucien.

"This, this is impossible ..."

"Nothing ... possible."

A very weak voice sounded ... The trembling gray pupil, struggling to get up, his hands leaned on the long-handed tomahawk that had almost died, and a pale smile on the corner of his mouth:

"Me and your power of the void ... are equal, and the injury to you is a strong proof, otherwise you now ... should be unharmed."

"You ..." The expression of the tyrannical apostle was still very confused: "How did you do it?"

"What should I do ... Didn't I tell you?" Lucien, who had lost a lot of blood, limped on the tomahawk and approached the tyrannical apostle who was kneeling on the ground:

"Blood sorrow ... is the way of the warrior that gives me the ability to compete with the enemy-I have not said that this kind of" match "is only one-way?"

As it turned out, the tyrannical apostle Quegor suddenly realized.

So after discovering that it is not easy to break through their defenses, they chose to use this "death" method to find opportunities?

Under the "Blood Tragedy", the strength of the two sides will be constant and equal. Once one side is fatally attacked, the other side will also suffer equal damage-since it is impossible to win as soon as possible, then use the last blow to decide the victory ...

Don't you want to live this madman? !

Even if he defeated himself, could he be seriously wounded to leave the Battlefield of Blood Skeleton? !

Even if you die, do you have to drag yourself to **** together? !

"Okay, now we ... stand on the same level again, the apostle of the evil **** ... His Excellency Quigo."

Shaking his battle axe, the gray pupil grinned:

"Come on ~ www.readwn.com ~ Come and decide the winner!"

"The two of us ... there can only be one void force that can continue to exist!"

This lifeless lunatic ...

Looking at the seemingly fierce fighting in Lusien's dying eyes, the tyrannical apostle Quegor suddenly laughed out of nowhere, even coughing a few mouthfuls of blood.

It would be better to die for the determination of the last battle ... Really, quite a bit of the "tyrant" Lord Gewait!

With a grin, the tyrannical apostle picked up two short swords that had fallen from the ground, and also staggered, walking toward the gray pupil who raised the battle axe step by step.

When they walked to a distance of only ten steps away, the two blood-bathed figures seemed to have reached a certain tacit understanding, waving each other's weapons and rushing towards each other.

"dead----!!!!"

... m.