The Legend of Fatality

The thirsty blood-killing lord strode through the panicked crowd and slaughtered the left and right sides while walking. Greiny's priest went to meet it. When his warhammer was buried in the demon, he was cut off by the devil's claws. Veolia's elderly priestess stood before it. She lifted the book as if it were a shield. A light leaped from the pages of the book, and the demon paused for a moment. Then it smiled again, chopped the axe down, and split the book and the priestess at the same time. She fell to the ground in half and split into two halves. The demon strode forward proudly, standing above the dying king.

"Come on, humans. It's my end time now." Grerogan said, striding toward the demon. Nothing can stop Grerogan. Any creature that tries to do so will die. He is like a demon now, a destructive engine. As he progressed towards his goal, he swung left and right, and there were corpses of horned beasts and dark warriors falling. They were separated by the power of the axe and the arm driving it.

But there are still too many enemies between them and the dwarf king. Bai En shrugged his shoulders, followed his stride, and made up his mind to help Gree Rogan accomplish this. His head was still dragged down by a side attack, and the horrific scene of the Holocaust around him showed an illusory effect.

But Bai En still withdrew the long sword, pulled out two sacrificial knives, and swiftly used the sacrificial knife to draw runes on a corpse in front of him while chanting mantras.

"What are you doing, human?" Guerrerogan noticed Bane's movement and asked after cutting down a dark warrior.

Bai En did not answer, and continued to recite the mantra, then made a squat gesture with his hand. Guerrerogen frowned, but did as he did. Then Bane's spell was completed.

With the height of the chest of the horned beasts and the dark warriors, a large spatter of bone spurs broke out in several places and flew out in all directions. Those dark warriors wearing heavy armor were okay, but the unprotected horned beasts were badly hit, bone spurs shot into them, and then detonated again. The light on the outer circle dimmed above the magic circle drawn by Bai En.

A series of explosions left both sides stunned, until the dwarves noticed that almost all the damage was directed at the enemy, they burst out a roar of victory, and entered the battle again. But Bai En noticed that his spells may have caused hundreds or more kills, but there was no real change to the battlefield. The armor of those dark warriors resisted most of the damage. Most of them only suffered some impact, and now they are standing up again swaying.

And those horned beasts don't seem to care about this injury at all. The only benefit of Bane's spell is that the road between them and the dwarf king is almost cleared by this spell. Guerrerogan is taking the opportunity to clean up the remaining dark warriors on this path.

It now appears that Grerogan ’s final mission is not impossible to complete. What seems inevitable is that Guerrerogan will fight this demon and then die heroically, while Bai En will witness all this with his own eyes, and then he will die himself. There is no other possibility.

Bane looked around the hall and found that the dwarves were repelled again. The slight advantage of his spell did not bring any change. Their enemies regained the upper hand, and King Tanglim's downfall completely discouraged them. There are no traces of Snowy and Warwick. Bai En knew that he would not leave the battlefield alive. He may wish to do as Grerogan wishes. He owed the dwarf another life, and this is how he paid off his debts.

He hesitated for a moment, then clenched his teeth and thrust the sacrificial knife back into his shoulders to recite the mantra. The blood around him began to gather, and then more and more blood began to gather around him. As his spell ended, the second layer of the circle he painted before began to emit a **** color.

The blood gathered around Bai En, forming a close-fitting armor, still flowing continuously, even flowing into Bai En's body along with two sacrificial knives. Guerrerogan turned his head and looked deeply at the strange appearance of Bai En, but said nothing.

The thirsty blood-killing lord stood on the lying body of the old dwarf king. Its axe was deeply inserted into the ancient stone slab, where it was trembling. Then, it stretched out its hand and grabbed the Tangerim-Beard with two claws, as softly as a man picked up a child.

Bai En ignored the blow from the dark warrior's hair with an axe, and the blow was chopped on his **** armor. The blood even condensed tentacles, entangled the weapon. Bai En waved his long sword at random and cut off the attacker's hand, and continued to run forward. The amputee fell to his knees and gripped the bleeding limb.

Three dark warriors came between Grerogan and the demon. His axe pierced the neck of one person, split the belly of another person, and buried himself in the groin of the third person. Then Grerogan smashed them to the floor with the back of the axe. At this time, Bai En saw clearly what happened next between the king and his tormentors.

The thirsty blood-slaying lord stripped Tangerim's armor, just like peeling orange peel. The dwarf king managed to lean forward and gave a spit on the tortured face. The saliva mixed with the pus flowing from the demon's forehead, and hissed away. The devil grinned wide and stretched his claws into the naked flesh of the king and began to pull outward. The dwarf king's chest cracked and opened like an oyster shell, exposing bare giblets. Blood sprayed on the demon, and it continued its evil work.

It lifted the corpse to the level of the eyes, and grabbed it easily with one hand. The other hand stretched out, tearing the still beating heart from his chest, and lifting it up so that the king's wide eyes could see what it was doing. It squeezes the heart. The flesh was crushed, making a crunch that could even be heard by Bai En. Blood spewed out and splashed into the monster's mouth. Then, like the foodies of the Marnus Empire, it swallowed the meat of the opened shellfish, tilted its head back, and let the heart slide into the opened mouth. The dwarf king just opened his eyes wide and looked at it all in amazement.

The devil's throat swelled because it swallowed the entire heart, and then it opened its mouth, sulking with a big hiccup.

It made this unintentional, now dead, once proud of the body of King Guntergrim fall to the floor, turning to the followers who roared and gathered for its victory.

Bai En saw the whole thing clearly, because at that moment, he and Guerrerogan had almost arrived in front of the demon.

"I hope you enjoyed your last meal, demon." Guerreroan shouted, "Now you die."

The demon looked down at him and smiled. "Your brain will be my dessert," it said with absolute certainty.

For a while, Guerrerogen and the demon froze there. Grey Rogan was holding his burning axe ready to attack. An almost crazy rage turned his face into something almost as terrible as a demon. And the demon made an audible crackling sound, bent his wings, and made a mocking gesture to signal Guerrerogen to move forward.

Bane looked at Grey Rogan, looked at the demon, and looked at Tangerim's body. He once learned from experiments in the dissection room that the brain can survive for a while after the heart stops beating. He knew that this was indeed the case in Tangerim, because this was what the devil wanted to fulfill its evil vows. Suddenly, he was very angry with the demon's meaningless cruelty and evil craziness ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He wanted to take his sword and stab it into the demon's chest.

The long period of confrontation is over. Grey Logan roared out his battle slogan and launched a charge. His axe flashed forward and landed in the demon's chest. The hot pus spewed out and burned the dwarf, causing him to step back a few steps. Then he returned to normal and launched another attack. The devil raised his paw to block it, and a huge wound appeared on his arm. For a moment, Bai En thought that when Guerrerogan was furious, his anger might overwhelm it, but the demon retreated to where he was out of reach and made a grasping gesture.

Its huge axe jumped from the ground and flew into the devil's hands in the blink of an eye. The devil stood there for a while. Bai En can see that it has been hurt. The dwarf guard's rune sword still protruded from behind it. Tangerim's hammer left a deep scar on it, and the broken bone was revealed.

Guerrerogen's axe left two cracked wounds, and pus dripped from the wounds, burning on the floor. A stinky steam rose from its entire body, like smoke. At times, its outline seemed to sway, losing focus, as if it was not completely there. Then it suddenly appeared again, becoming sharp and sharp.

It suddenly rushed to Grey Rogan.