Deer Shoujing?No, it's a Wendigo!

The Broken Knife stared straight at the Gorefiend and threw the weapon, but the long knife with the Originium skill was inserted straight into the Gorefiend's body and was immediately corroded into fragments.

"Oh, little sister, what a delicious Originium skill!"

And Broken Knife just stared blankly at the fragments of the blade under the feet of the Gorefiend, and then looked at his empty hands.

She has no weapons.

The warlocks have never stopped their spell attacks, and a large number of spells have been swallowed by the blood controlled by Almos.

He can't live for long, not only because of the load caused by a large number of blood replacements for a period of time, Wendigo's necrotic witchcraft has also been eroding him.

But at this time, his blood control ability had reached its peak, and he even felt that even if the blood demon king suddenly appeared in front of him, he would still be able to fight.

Instead of being controlled by him to bend his knees and bow his head and become a laughing stock when he took away the control of the blood all over his body in an instant.

Blood is constantly oppressing the living space of the Pith team.

More and more bright red tentacles around him turned into blood and slowly spread around.

Pith's team kept retreating, but there was also blood rushing towards them behind them.

"Concentrate attack on the target position and create a breakout gap!"

The blood at the back was evaporated by the fire-focusing spell, but Almos' body in front collapsed into blood, and re-condensed a new shape near the gap.

"Oh oh oh, are you planning to escape from here? I'm so sorry, I blocked this place."

Almos casually turned the descendant who had just arrived into blood to plug the gap.

"Are you still waiting for that Wendigo? Don't wait, it's too late, kneel down and beg me now, I might let you die without pain~"

The blood light condensed in Yarmuth's hand, and the floating blood silk began to stir. He planned to take action. If the play continued, it would be a bit troublesome for the Wendigo to arrive.

The guide lamp fell silently, followed by the sound of air splitting.

Almos' body exploded, and the floating blood satin was interrupted when it was at its apex, and it exploded weakly.

"Hehehehe, I arrived at a critical moment, only the most exaggerated opera dares to write like this?"

The Gorefiend condensed his body again, and with a wave of one hand, the reorganized blood satin flooded towards Pith's team.

"No, I have always been there. I have been watching the clown's performance. Maybe you are not even qualified to participate in operas. All you can participate in is drama."

The forest demon stationed the guiding light on the ground, and the guiding light flashed red and provided buffs to his comrades.

Not only that, a large number of plants cover the battlefield to protect comrades in arms.

Pith guides the spells of the warlocks to condense into counterattack energy knots and blood to kill each other.

"Your descendants are running out, and your blood is also rapidly depleting. Die, dirty gorefiend!"

The forest demon kept smashing Almos to pieces.

The blood that has been attacking Pith and others is constantly being withdrawn by Almos in order to cohere the body.

Pith controls the energy knot to reversely wrap Almos' blood and isolate Almos' control over this part of the blood.

"Wendigo, do you know?"

The forest demon didn't want to give the gorefiend a chance to speak and chop him into pieces again.

After this time, Almos' body did not re-condense.

"The two blood demons I envy the most, one is the most successful and the other is the most unsuccessful."

The remaining blood silk was vibrating and making a sound.

"...Gorefiend Monarch is the most successful, enriching himself every day in order to maintain the most elegant posture he thinks."

"This is the first time I want to call him by his first name to express my kindness after he became the Gorefiend Lord, but his Sarkaz bastard still doesn't allow me to call him by his first name!"

The forest demon sped up the speed of cleaning up the blood, and Almos also tried to speed up his speech to finish his last words.

"As a blood demon, Warfarin failed the most, but she was also the most successful in getting rid of the shackles of the blood demon nature. Most of my colleagues and I can only rely on blood and the fear of others to fill our emptiness."

The forest demon who heard Warfarin's name stopped clearing the last pool of blood.

"Then, Gorefiend Almos, do you repent?"

The red light in Wendigo's eyes flickered as he questioned the Blood Demon Prince.

"I--"

Before the Gorefiend could reply, the forest demon wiped away the last puddle of blood.

"Hey, I won't give you a chance to repent or be arrogant, and you deserve Sarkaz's swearing?"

Chapter 97 Ink Thorn

Chapter 97 Ink Thorn

"My closest and best friend, the prince with the longest column among the Gorefiends, Almos has left us forever."

The Gorefiend Lord, who was attending a new round of banquets, gracefully put down his knife and fork, took out his handkerchief and wiped the corners of his eyes, trying to squeeze out a ray of sadness from his eyes.

The banquet of the Blood Demon fell silent, and everyone was carefully admiring the elegance of the Blood Demon Lord.

"Please allow us to observe silence for three seconds to express our condolences for the passing of Prince Almers."

The Gorefiend Lord gracefully folded up the handkerchief.

Just three seconds passed after he finished placing the handkerchief on the corner of the table.

"The banquet continues, let us first toast the death of Prince Almos."

The Blood Demon Lord raised the goblet that never left his hand.

All the blood demons at the banquet raised their goblets.

The military council officer who was invited to have the opportunity to participate in the banquet did not understand why he was still mourning the prince's death one second, and toasted for his death the next second.

But ignorance did not prevent them from raising their goblets to toast.

"It's a pity that General Teresis didn't have time to attend this banquet at this moment. After all, Prince Almos was invited by the military committee..."

"It's a pity~"

The Blood Demon King gracefully shook the goblet filled with blood and looked gracefully at the officers of the military committee at the banquet.

The officers were silent. Those who could be invited to the banquet knew how much the Blood Demon's financial expenses were.

"Well, I believe that if General Tracys was here, he would also regret the passing of Prince Almos~"

The officers took a deep breath, silently took out blood pressure-lowering pills from their pockets and swallowed them.

"what a pity."

Noticing the precautionary actions of the officers, the Gorefiend Lord gracefully turned his attention back to the main topic of the banquet. Almos' death was just a small episode.

————And the other side————

After the battle, the forest demon tentatively squatted down and looked at Broken Knife.

The pink-haired Sarkaz girl looked at him with dazed eyes.

"If you only have one weapon, don't just throw it out."

Lin Yao squatted close to Shaidao like a kitten, tentatively reaching out to stroke Shaidao's head.

Wendigo prayed nervously in his heart that the girl would not avoid his hand.

The touch of the hair.

She didn't run away!

However, I always feel that her eyes are a little silly.

Lin Yao's heart was greatly satisfied.

He tousled and smoothed the girl's hair.

A carrion crow dropped with a dead descendant sword warlock's knife in its claws. This was the best material he had ever seen.

The forest demon took the knife, and the flame and witchcraft were tempering the knife.

"Your enemy was killed by you, and the knife you snatched from him was also broken. How about a new code name? Broken knife is not a good code name."

The shadow of the forest demon stood out from the shadow of the forest demon, with a string of nameplates hanging on his claws, as if he could be chosen by you.

The Sarkaz girl looked at Lin Yao, then at his shadow, but didn't move.

"Forget it, how about your code name from now on being 'Mo Jing'?"

Lin Yao flipped through the nameplates by himself, but couldn't find any he was satisfied with.

The long knife, which has become tougher and more resistant to Originium skills, was handed out by the forest demon.

The girl was silent for a moment, then handed out the nameplate that was hanging now, and took the long knife at the same time.

"Well, you should keep this nameplate for yourself, after all, it means a lot to you."

Lin Yao took the nameplate and was about to erase "Broken Knife" before stopping.

He picked out a blank new nameplate from the nameplates strung on his shadow's claws, and carved the Sarkaz characters of "Ink Thorn" with his nails.

"Do you remember your birthday?"

The girl shook her head.

"Then your birthday is today."

Lin Yao added "9.27" to the back of the nameplate.

He strung the two nameplates together and handed them to Mo Jing.

After watching Mo Jing happily for a long time, Lin Yao began to observe the recovery of the last gathering place.

The battlefield of the last lost enclave is still burning.

The team led by Ye Xing first eliminated some enemy mercenaries around the route. Later, many enemy mercenaries chose to withdraw to the gathering place and return to defense.

Most of Ye Xing's team are mercenaries recruited on Logos Road. They don't have the same tactical planning as Pith's team. The people in the team are also a bit mixed, and the progress is much slower.

But Yanke and his beheading team are also in the team, so Ye Xing doesn't have to worry about the enemy's attack on them with an excellent command system.

Yan Ke, who entered the gathering place to fight in the streets, knocked down a soldier of his own who had sneaked into a private house to steal.

"Oh, I hate this kind of guy the most."

In this way, Yanke directly threw the sword soldier in the middle of the road.

Unlike normal war supervisors, Yan Ke never bothered to reprimand these cunning mercenaries, he chose to knock them out directly.

When he was on other battlefields before, he was always stunned by this kind of guy.

Well, the kind of dizziness that can't wake up.

Yanke walked around the gathering place a few more times, and there were fewer and fewer enemies.

The last sound of killing subsided, announcing the change of hands of the last gathering place.

But in addition to the gathering place, there are scattered enemy mercenary teams and small teams cleaning up.

Just as they were reorganizing and arranging the gathering place.

The scavengers hovering in the sky flew down.

Emergency evacuation!

Looking at the words written on the ground by the carrion crow, Ye Xing blinked in confusion.

The forest demon controlled the carrion crow and tapped the ground with its beak to emphasize the urgency of the situation.

A few minutes ago, the forest demon controlled the carrion crow and saw the flying smoke in the distance.

This kind of smoke reminded him of the movement of moving ships.

The scavengers in the distance saw a scene that made him feel bad.

A big guy.

A big guy that's smaller and crude than a mobile ship.

That big guy exudes an industrial atmosphere.

Kazdel doesn't have an industrial vibe that he doesn't have at this stage.

That's a fortress, a fortress built on a mobile platform.