Leader of the Ark Raiders

The long sword in Sarkaz's hand flashed a cold light.

"To fulfill an agreement, an agreement with him." After she finished speaking, she strode out.

709. One Man, One Sword, One City Guard

A strange black awn flickered in Nightmare's hands, and he continued to cast his spells.

The wind and sand rolled, and the wind suddenly picked up.

The wind converges in a certain direction, and it has the potential to form a whirlwind.

But it was interrupted in the next second and turned into a scattered air current.

The Colombians who watched the game were tearing their eyes.

--why?Why does the nightmare's fear agglomerate have no effect on this person! ?

The cowardly Xue soldiers roared and activated the Originium skill, and blue-purple thunderbolts struck down from the thunderclouds in the sky.

In the next instant, flames suddenly exploded in the dense purple electricity like a spider web.

The flames quickly devoured all the Thunder.

In the dazzling flames, a saber light pierced through the red flames and slashed out.

Huh!

The severe wind blew, and Meng Meng's left hand holding the knife snapped off.

The flames wrapped around Shen Cangye's body, he chased after him, and chopped off the nightmare's head with the second knife.

The high-temperature red lotus karmic fire spread to the whole body of this longevity army soldier, turning him into ashes.

"Loken Williams." Shen Cangye caught a glimpse of the Columbia scientist fleeing towards Changquan Town from the corner of his eye, and raised his hand to shoot.

Loken was shot in the right leg and fell to the ground with a thump.

"Where are you people? Where are you people!? Come out!" He grabbed his communicator and shouted hoarsely.

The mercenaries didn't answer.

After witnessing the battle just now, none of the desperate mercenaries would be so stupid as to stand up and stand out.

Shen Cangye caught up with Loken within a few steps, and the second shot hit him two inches in front of his forehead.

Loken was too scared to move

"Let me go...spare my life, please!" Loken lay on the ground in embarrassment, screaming in horror.

The tip of the gun blade touched the back of his neck, "Tell me, where is the Immortal Army?"

……

……

Shirtel walked into the sea of ​​sand, his purple eyes reflected the oppressive black army.

The yellow sand filled the nothingness, and the dust ravaged the land.

Countless black shadows were heading towards her, and the low moans and roars from their throats hit her eardrums.

The sky also changed color, and the wind brought gravel and hit the face with pain.

In front of her is a huge army of undead.

Behind her was something he wanted to protect.

"I'll protect them," she said softly.

An Adacles warrior with half of his face already rotted in the front line raised his spear and stabbed forward.

"--dusk!"

Faint smoke rose from the surrounding ground.

Immediately afterwards, the quicksand turned into a stream of flames under the tremendous heat, and the bright red semi-fluid burst in the air.

The big dark gray hand broke through the restriction of the soil, and in an instant, the flame giant who was summoned by her broke through the ground and grabbed the flaming demon sword.

The mysterious lavender in her eyes was replaced by a dazzling red gold, and her red hair fluttered in the wind like a flame.

In Qinjiao City, the people who witnessed this scene all opened their mouths wide, with nothing but horror in their eyes.

Mr. Shazu stood on the watchtower, staring blankly at the figure in the desert who was fighting against the entire army with his own strength.

He realized that without this Sarkaz girl, the entire Qinjiao City would be erased from Sargon's territory today.

Stuart stepped forward.

The fire was blown up by the long howling wind.

Holding the long sword in his hand, the flame giant fell to the ground, splashing sparks and wind and sand.

instant time.

The flames rising from the blade swirled like a dragon, engulfing all enemies in front of it.

The Immortal Legion, which was once proud of Sargon King Chieftain, was torn apart, devoured, and burned to nothingness in the flames of hell.

The army of the undead seemed endless.

The embers will be extinguished, and Shirtel's physical strength will not be able to sustain the eternal twilight after all.

The flame giant also screamed and dispersed after trampling the last inch of scorched earth.

Only she was left alone, holding the magic sword of Levantine, facing the remaining soldiers of the Immortal Army.

A Rebaba in heavy armor swung his giant ax at her.

Shirtel swung the magic sword horizontally and forced it back with the flames on the blade.

She took a shambling step forward.

A cold arrow shot from behind diagonally.

She was caught off guard and shot in the right arm.

"A group of ants..." Stelter handed the great sword of Lewandine to his uninjured left hand and continued to fight.

She then beheaded two soldiers of the Longevity Army, and then collapsed due to exhaustion.

Seeing her fall to the ground, the remaining dozen or so people rushed forward as if seeing carrion vultures.

"What an aggrieved way to die..."

Sarkaz raised his head numbly, looking at the countless sharp blades coming towards him.

"The cake in the refrigerator, I wish I had eaten it last night..."

She closed her eyes.

Right at this moment.

All the immortal soldiers trembled in unison, like puppets whose strings had been cut, and fell to the ground in an instant.

... Shirtel didn't know what state he was in, whether he was dead or alive.

When she regained consciousness slightly, she felt someone hug her.

"Stelter!"

Someone is calling her name.

"—— Sylter!!"

Shirtel frowned and opened his eyes, "It's so noisy, can't you let me sleep quietly for a while?"

Shen Cangye hugged her, apologetic, "Sorry, I'm late."

"Mulberry and the others will be here soon, you'll be fine." Shen Cangye hugged her, and lightly touched her forehead with the back of his hand, almost withdrawing his hand from the heat.

"Don't touch my face, it's hot." The red-haired girl opened her mouth and snapped back.

Shen Cangye was so stunned by her that he had nothing to say, but she grabbed his wrist.

"Hey." She gently hooked his little finger, "Come with me, before I die."

She slid her five fingers into his, intertwined with his.

"I told you that you will be fine." Shen Cangye said.

"But I think I can't do it..." Shirtel felt so tired, as if he hadn't closed his eyes for three days and three nights, and couldn't even lift his hands.

She had never used Levantine's power with such recklessness.

"Wait a while, they will send you back to the clinic to heal your injuries, everything will be fine." Shen Cangye comforted.

Out of the corner of her eye, Shirtel saw Rhodes Island's medical officers running towards her carrying a stretcher.

"I don't want to lie on a stretcher like a fool," she murmured.

Shen Cangye said helplessly: "Who is injured and isn't lying on a stretcher? Persevere."

"I don't want to be on a stretcher!"

This sentence increased the volume.

But because the person who spoke was already exhausted, it sounded like there was no deterrence.

Shen Cangye didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Then you want to stay here forever?"

The red-haired girl closed her eyes again, and arched into his arms, "You can carry me back, anyway, you are very strong, aren't you?"

Shen Cangye had no choice but to hold her and stand up.

The Sarkaz big cat nestled in his arms, whining and chirping, "You are too useless, you can't solve even a little problem, what would you do without me?"

"I owe you." Shen Cangye said seriously.

"It's good to know." Shirtel suddenly opened his eyes which were already closed.

A bit of teasing flashed in the purple pupils, and she imitated his tone, like the time when he reached out to her for the first time in the Akhura rainforest, she said loudly, "You're welcome!"

"You..." Shen Cangye smiled wryly, "Why are you still trying to beat me at this moment?"

Seeing his helpless expression, Shirtel smiled triumphantly.

710 My majestic Hongdao sister, when did I suffer such grievances?

Shirtel opened his eyes, and the day of hell began.

Although eight medical operators treated her with deep Originium skills.

But her right hand was still splinted on the advice of doctors, as were four fingers on her left hand.

--the reason is simple:

Although the origin stone technique can heal the wound in a short period of time, it is best to rest for a period of time for the wound that hurts the bone.

From that day on, Shirtel's good days came to an end.

Since her hands could not move freely, she could not even change her clothes by herself.

According to Shen Cangye's righteous request, the clinic sent a female nurse or doctor to help her change clothes and wash up every day.

what! ?

What does he mean! ?

Can't he do these things! ?

Who do you dislike? ?

The more Shirtel thought about it, the more angry he became.

"Miss Shirtle, I'll go first after I've changed my clothes." Mulberry helped her dress and whispered behind her.

Li Boli from Yanguo seemed to be quite frightened by her actions that day, and Sangshen cringed every time they met later.

After Mulberry left, Shirtel went downstairs by himself.

The Rhodes Island operators withdrew, and now there are only two people left in the room.

Shirtel knew who it was when he heard the sound of something frying in the kitchen.