The lord is red again

William's attack became somewhat stretched, and he could only swing out flames.

But the flames could not tear apart the enemy who ignored the attack.

The black mucus in front of him had a nauseating stench, and tried to twist his mind with some kind of power that could pry open his skull.

The sharp whistles continued to rise, and large groups of undead died in front of him. The entire throne hall was filled with flying ashes. The corpses of undead who died too fast to turn into ashes quickly were piled up like a slaughterhouse.

And the ashes from the explosion of those corpses were like flies hovering in the swamp, rising and falling above the boiling mucus.

The battle continued until this point, and there was no drop of blood on the ground except for the traces of corrosion.

The trembling of the soul and nerves gradually stripped William's limbs of strength. Fortunately, the undead continued to come forward, giving him a chance to breathe.

The situation was not as simple as imagined. The human wave tactics brought by the advantage of numbers were difficult to replicate again.

The abyssal disasters outside were also regenerating rapidly. They rushed out from the gates of the mausoleum, towers, and other passages, occupying every corner like a rat tide. Although they lost to the undead in the previous suicide attack, it would not be as easy as imagined for the undead to break through the defense line and come to the throne hall again.

The undead were like being intercepted by a dam. After being dispersed, the combat threat dropped rapidly.

In contrast, William was surrounded by the abyssal disasters. This war was more difficult than he imagined.

At this point, any strategy has lost its meaning. The invasion and counter-invasion that started with continuous suicide attacks can only expect a life-and-death struggle.

William turned his head to look at Wen. The "angel" who was far more powerful than him flew towards the rock king again, and was chopped away by the other side with a sword.

The invasion of the power of the abyss caused many stone thorns to grow on the wounds of Wen, who was constantly resurrected from the dead, and even distorted her face, causing her to fall into the abyss step by step.

Fighting against the abyss, the erosion of the mind is far more harmful than the body.

William roared and chopped off the pus droplets in front of him. The flames that burst out of his body forced back some of the extended sticky tentacles, but when he wanted to move forward, he was entangled again.

The difference in strength was too great, and William could not break through the obstruction of the mucus at all. He did not play a big role in this battle, and could only watch Wen, who would not die, die.

The ground suddenly began to shake violently again. Since the two armies began to collide, the shaking has never stopped.

This time the shaking attracted William's attention. He was deeply trapped in the quagmire, but the shouts from the crowd made him slightly lifted up. The general is coming!

The figure who had been sitting on the throne finally stood up, and his huge arms stretched out to grab one of Wen's legs, and threw it casually, and Wen disappeared from sight with the air wave.

The rock king jumped down, the ground roared, the ground twisted and deformed, and every inch of land became a turret that fired heavy artillery towards the sky. As long as the feet touched the ground, they would inevitably be hit hard.

No distinction between friend and foe!

And all this was just the beginning of the Rock King's action. It was not weaker than the Daughter of the Night, and it was not alone.

The Rock King walked forward in heavy armor, holding a large sword in one hand and buried it under the floor. As it ran, it was dragged, splitting the ground like splitting water waves, leaving a crack that was enough to swallow innocent people and move deeper.

It rushed in front of William.

William, who had just stood firm, tried to block with his sword, but in an instant decided to take the initiative to attack and force the opponent back. The upward half-moon slash, the anger was burning, and the ground was even burned black. It was the strongest attack that William could release, and his will allowed him to break the limit of his strength.

Then, an arm came with a fist and forcibly stopped William's attack, and the sword's offensive was defeated by a punch.

Then the second punch came. William endured the numbness of almost losing consciousness and pulled his arms forcefully, blocking the sword in front of his chest. The fist fell, and the sweetness surged in his chest. A terrifying roar erupted from William's back, and there was a crackling sound of broken bones.

When he came to his senses and tried to raise his hand to wipe the spurting blood, he found that his whole body was difficult to move, and his body had been punched hundreds of meters away, and the sword in his hand had long been broken.

The Abyss King who really walked down from the throne was not something he could resist at all. The first punch easily resolved his all-out attack, and the second punch made him completely lose the strength to resist.

All the armor on his body was broken, and his flesh and bones were all crushed.

At this time, William's back was embedded in the rock wall, watching the Rock King move forward.

The undead who were intercepted on the outside could not participate in this war. With the Rock King's active action, the advantage they spent a long time to build might be lost.

Until a pair of boots that people looked forward to appeared.

"General?" William spoke with difficulty.

The undead were cut off from attack by the abyss disaster. The long rock spikes like sea urchins grew out of the Wen Ruiwen Pass and could not heal. They fell to the ground and William's bones were broken.

When the familiar figure appeared in the same sunset light and wrapped in a yellow outline, William felt a strong impulse in his chest, as if a steel nail that could support his broken spine was inserted. Even though his body was in pain, he still had the willpower to stand up again.

He walked forward little by little, and William's eyes that could not move finally saw that Linde was holding a broken sword in his left hand and holding the calf of a corpse of an abyss servant in his right hand.

He let go, and the body of the attendant slumped to the ground.

"I've cleared the road," Lind said.

The rumble of the Mercedes-Benz was heard again, and the undead were like a flash flood erupting out of control.

The Rock King swung his sword horizontally, and the sharp roar and blast of air caused the undead people who rushed up to be cleared away instantly.

No undead can get close, and only sporadic magic can fall on the body, but it cannot break the heavy armor's defense.

Everything in front of it was not an obstacle until it came to Lind.

Linde grabbed the blade of the broken sword and held it backwards, and the hilt turned into a hammer.

Both sides rushed forward.

At the same time that the Rock King slashed down with his sword, Linde also hit the opponent's heavy helmet with a hammer.

Both sides remained motionless.

But the storm breaks out of him.

Pull your arm, turn the angle of your weapon, and continue slashing!

You just chop yours, I just smash mine.

Linde's expression was tense. He could feel the change in his state. The king in front of him attacked too hard. If it weren't for his "overlord body" to support him, he would be about the same as William and would have been blown away long ago.

The flames continued to burn, and Linde even gave himself multiple blessings, but he knew very well that he was still no match for the Abyss King in front of him.

The Rock King was also surprised. He could feel the various powers coming from the human beings in front of him. Whenever his sword hit him, various chaotic powers would explode from the wound and flow through his body.

Fire, curses, guaranteed hits, true damage, two-handed sword bonus, and magic.

The "ineffectiveness" of his attack also shocked the Rock King.

Linde once again used a feint attack technique to slash. When the Rock King's attention was attracted, he directly discarded the broken sword. He grabbed "Mien's Soul Blade" with both hands and used the lion's emblem as a continuous "hobby" during this period. "Blood" burst out in an instant.

The sword blade shattered the heavy helmet, and the Rock King remained unscathed, but...

Linde chose to take the opponent's punch forcefully and finally broke through the defense. His body was unable to resist and his stamina was exhausted.

He retreated with serious injuries.

"This punch is really hard." He could hear the crisp sound of his own bones breaking.

He is already a "numerical monster", but when facing the King of the Abyss, he still cannot withstand the opponent's wild offensive. There is also a huge gap between BOSS and BOSS.

As for summoning the Daughter of the Night, Linde had never thought about it and lacked trust.

With the distance widened, the Rock King looked at Linde, whose expression finally changed, and let out a heavy laugh from under his helmet.

"What are you laughing at?" Linde was puzzled.

The King of Rock stood without attacking.

Linde was even more puzzled: "I'm waiting for the immortal, what are you waiting for?"

The surging crowd finally rushed over from behind him, like a flood with its own consciousness, automatically avoiding Lind, and then pounced on the Rock King.

"It's armor is broken, hit its weak point!"