Boom!
The sacred energy rose with awe, and Dan Anderson could not bear the surging impact. His broken body crashed on the solid wall of the arena, leaving red blood stains, and slowly slid down to the yellow sand ground.
"Oh, ha ha... Ha ha!" his heavy breathing was mixed with a painful groan. Dan Anderson reluctantly supported his body with his arms, and the scar on his abdomen suffered from pure force burst again.
The crimson blood energy completely lost its healing effect in the erosion of a little golden radiance. The broken organs revealed outside along the scars, stained and rubbed to the hard and dry yellow sand, causing a trace of pain.
"God has mercy on the world, and Demons cannot exist in the world." Odus stepped forward, bathed in the blessing of the God of power, with ferocious scars on his arms.
In comparison, his injury is the lightest, and Aiden and Abbott, who suffered a bloody chain in Dan Anderson's counterattack, are now afraid to go all out.
Their final battle has not yet begun.
"God?" Dan Anderson spat blood foam, and his silent face showed a touch of disgust. He hated the hypocritical clergy and the gods behind him.
He wanted to continue the attack, but his strength was seriously lost.
"Ha, I didn't expect that I would end up in the hands of the clergy. It's ridiculous to step on a horse."
Dan Anderson looked at Odus who walked cautiously step by step, and a self mocking smile appeared in the corner of his mouth: "if anyone can save me, I will give priority to you... Even demons and evil gods are no exception."
The sharp axe is held high, and the winter sun reflects the blood cold light.
Buzz!
The small dagger with high-speed flying shot spans the distance of space, pulls out a transparent air flow, and then fiercely hits the sharp axe to offset the attack route.
Odus stumbled, his arms clenched with a sharp axe were slightly paralyzed, and soon there was a loud roar in his ears.
Boom!
In the field of vision, a figure fell from the sky, setting off yellow sand all over the sky and covering a large area.
Looking down at Dan Anderson at his feet, dreven rubbed his nose and yellow sand entered: "Hey, little guy, are you interested in joining my prison?"
Struggling to turn over his body, Dan Anderson looked up at the fuzzy figure in the yellow sand and tried to pull out a smile from the corners of his mouth
"Dumb!? what a pity." dreven muttered. From the previous performance, although this guy's talent is less than one thousandth of his own, it's also quite good
Well, one percent.
"Well... Disability... With decent deeds, it should attract the interest of many viewers."
In the hands of dreven, the liquidator in the Knox Empire has become a semi entertainment and semi fighting profession. Behind each well-known liquidator, he has his own carefully arranged background story, fighting style and distinctive personality characteristics.
And the guy at the foot, to meet all the above, there is no need to deliberately construct.
When Dan Anderson, who collapsed on the yellow sand ground, heard the speech, his smile turned into convulsions. After accumulating strength for a while, he said hoarsely, "I do."
No matter what else, just a bottle of medicine changes his body and even has extraordinary power, you can vaguely see a corner of the terrorist forces behind him.
Let alone save your life in the face of death.
"Wise choice." dreven smiled and nodded, then took down the half man high flying axe from behind, and the rapid wind burst up.
"Watch and learn."
"Now..."
"In my style... Settle everything!"
In the noisy noise, mixed with different emotions, but the atmosphere is incomparably warm.
Looking at the filled gravel, Odus, Aiden and Abbott looked at each other. They smelled an unusual smell and looked more dignified.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
Suddenly, the invisible and transparent airflow rolled up the yellow sand all over the sky, revealing the scene inside.
The three of audus looked at each other, and dreven's wind shape was reflected in their pupils. The rapidly rotating flying axe clenched in their hands attracted their attention, and countless air ripples overflowed along the air flow.
"Rule change."
Dreven looked arrogantly at the three people in front of him, and a light blood color flashed in his deep eyes. "If you knock me down once, you can get a new life."
"No matter how many people!"
Boom!
The turbulent and overflowing life energy broke the dignified atmosphere, and the three audus were fierce, their breath rose, and their look was slightly ferocious. How do you despise them? Knock down?
[medium level divine skill: power blessing]!
The white and golden look and energy came from the void above, shrouded on the body of Odus, and the cold axe was also stained with some brilliance.
"The God of power will care for me. Oh, death is not the end. The kingdom of God is the right destination."
[high level Magic: power of rage]!
The words of prayer fell, and a bright and dazzling pure white light column appeared over the prison, like armor, wrapped around Odus, real and eye-catching, with a strong sense of holiness.
This is the difference between Knight professionals and temple knights.
Knight professionals rely on their own strength to understand the power in their blood, while Temple knights can pray to their great gods.
Generally speaking, temple knights with the strength of great knights can obtain two medium-level divine arts to strengthen their strength with a firm degree of faith every day. Of course, devout and crazy believers always have additional advantages.
Odus was a devout and fanatical Templar.
Boom!
Stepping forward, the yellow sand was everywhere under his feet. Odus held both sharp axes, bathed in brilliance, and quickly approached dreven. The breath of life originally belonged to the great knight. After receiving the blessing of two divine arts, he faintly broke the barrier.
"Those who have no faith, accept the punishment of strength!"
[high level Magic: Fortune · sword of judgment]!
Aiden, in the exposed information, he is a trial Knight subordinate to the temple of wealth, but at the same time, his hidden identity includes that he is one of the members of the priesthood of the temple of wealth, a rare double practitioner, and has an incomparably firm belief in the goddess of wealth.
The sharp blade cuts across the wrist, contains golden brilliant blood dripping on the yellow sand ground, and depicts the sacred magic array in front of the area at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The air trembled, and a pure gold long sword was slowly condensed. The tip of the sword pointed straight to dreven. Then two winged angels appeared in the center of the Dharma array, clenched the gold long sword, silently accumulated strength and tried to maximize the damage.
They have no reservations. Since they appeared in the arena, they have observed the guy sitting on the high platform. Later, the published voice also successfully told that this guy is the head of the prison, or the warden.
So at the beginning of the battle, they went all out to defeat dreven.
Freshmen, they have been longing for a long time.
The frequent battles and visions in the arena attracted many spectators in the stands, especially when Dan Anderson held his head high and dreven joined the battle.
Now, the surging and exploding magic visions also make these people who are not firm in faith give a warm cheer.
Temple knights, nobles, what an interesting and beautiful bloody battle.
"Can you win?" ISDA's eyes locked on the battle in the arena. The gloom dispersed, and hope and tension appeared on his face.
Not only him, many representatives of forces such as the power temple and the noble Parliament are paying attention to the results in the field. They hope to see Valoran take more things instead of letting modrian lead by the nose.
"Gods? Unbelievers?" said dreven, straightening slightly and with a slight sarcasm. "I only believe in myself."
"I'm only loyal to pain..."
[rotating flying axe]!
Dreven looked at the power Temple Knight approaching in front of him. His eyes were bloodthirsty. He immediately moved his left hand and threw a flying axe. He cut the air at a very fast speed and ploughed clear marks on the yellow sand ground.
to be sonorous!
The rotating flying axe chopped on the raised golden axe blade, abruptly stopped the pace of Odus's progress, took the flying axe into the air and whirled to dreven's hand at a clever angle.
"Do you hear me? The death knell has rung for you."
[rotating flying axe]!
Without any pause, de Levin's bloody eyes flashed slightly, and immediately threw the flying axe of his right hand, carrying the power of terror, pulling out white traces.
Creak!
Pooh!
With the sharp sound of bone cutting, thick blood splashed in the winter sun, an arm holding a white gold sharp axe soared to the ground, contaminated with a large piece of yellow sand.
"Ah ah ----"
Until now, the shrill scream ripples in the warm cheers, and then disappeared.
"Huh?" dreven looked at the two winged angels above his head, his bloody eyes filled with madness. He felt that he had been locked by the Dharma array. In a trance, the Golden Angel sent out a reprimand and cut with his sword in anger.
"So anxious to die?"