Chapter 661 9.85

Chapter 661 85

Wang Ergulei stretched out his only right hand and clamped Junzi Shang's neck hard.

After a rather protracted battle, Wang Ergulei no longer looked like a god who fell from the sky. Shang Junzi followed all the way from the Colosseum and arranged thousands of threads in this narrow ruins in the shortest possible time, forming an airtight death zone.

In order to break this death formation, he sacrificed most of his subordinates and one of his left arms.

At the same time, Sartre and Gulaur were not idle either.

The two of them were already powerful Sequence Perfectors, and after they died and entered the underworld, they accumulated sufficient combat experience in the bloody battles with Donglu Jianxiu day after day. From the first day they took up arms to fight when they were young, the two of them have fallen into the siege of powerful enemies countless times.

Every time they were able to fight their way out of the siege with their blood.

However, today is destined to be a tough battle. Because in the center of the battlefield, there is Red Blood Dove, a complete burden.

It is true that young Red has made a name for himself in the underground world of Constantinople with his fists. The boiling blood flowing in his body allows him to master the combat intuition possessed by his ancestors without training, but there is one thing that cannot be changed. The fact is that he is only 15 years old.

He is not a chosen one under any god.

"Young man, stand behind me."

"I promised your mother that I would bring you back alive today. I have never broken my promise to my friends in my life!"

At this time, Sartre's whole body was blood red, and his thick arms were covered with fine wounds. Gulaul, who transformed into a giant wolf, hid behind him. Most of the sharp teeth on the wolf's head had been broken, and his whole body was also scarred.

"Dragon Shepherds" are the group that cultivates dragon kings.

This group of outer gods with a layer of pitch-black scales lives on this planet together with dragons, giants, and ancestors. After arriving from the outside world, they quickly developed ways to tame giant dragons, and even successfully hatched a new species called the "Dragon King" for the dragon clan.

At this time, human civilization was able to master the technology of riding giant dragons, which is inseparable from the efforts made by the dragon herders thousands of years ago.

Because of this, in the battle with the giants and ancestors, Wang Ergulei rode a giant dragon with a wingspan of 100 meters and flew through the sky. Wherever the dragon's flames passed, the bricks, stones, grass and trees turned into fly ash.

The dragon herder has a thick layer of scales on his body, and at the same time his body is particularly flexible.

Even though Sartre and Gulaur faced Wang Ergulei's miscellaneous soldiers, they still paid a heavy price as the battle continued.

After slashing the flaming ax into the chest of the last soldier, Sartre felt his eyes turn black, and the fire energy rushing out of his body was almost exhausted.

Gulaul, who was standing behind him, was also blood-red all over and was crumbling.

At this moment, a crisp sound of "bang bang" came from the front.

On the other side of the battlefield, Wang Ergulei simultaneously crushed the neck of Shang Junzi in his hand.

After desperately squeezing out the last bit of strength remaining in his bones, Sartre grasped the ax with both hands and stood up from the ground.

Being able to kill 8 dragon herders with only 2 people, they have to admit that they are very lucky. The silk flying blades all over Wanger Gulei chopped up all the dragons that fell from the sky. Even if the dragon herders have hard scales all over their bodies, they will still be scratched to pieces by transparent thin threads if they move a little bit.

Shang Junzi was indeed able to move with ease. He can even use his flexible leaping in the air and step on the suspended thin line with his feet to launch an offensive from the air to attack Wang Ergulei's blind spot.

Faced with this unheard-of attack method, Wang Ergulei quickly fell into passivity after the opening.

However, he is after all a powerful alien god who has survived for more than ten thousand years.

Being able to get into the eyes of "Lord of Disaster" Bertug and serving by his side for a long time, Wang Ergulei's combat training can no longer be simply described as outstanding.

After calming down from the initial surprise, Wang Ergulei used the most clumsy way to deal with Shang Junzi's surprise attack.

He ordered all surrounding houses to be demolished.

The soft silk flying blade must be tightened to be as sharp as a knife, and it cannot be achieved by simply suspending it in the air.

Therefore these thin transparent threads must hang from the surrounding buildings.

As long as all the buildings in the fighting area are destroyed, the silk flying blade will naturally have nowhere to hang. By that time, Shang Junzi was like a spider that had lost its web, losing almost all offensive capabilities.

The process of destroying the surrounding buildings was not smooth, because two Viking pirates, Sartre and Graul, followed. Wang Ergulei sacrificed all his dragons and dragon herders to finally crack the silk flying blade arranged by Shang Junzi.

The roar in the sky knocked the agile assassin out of the air, and he stretched out his hand to crush his neck.

Sartre looked coldly at the 3-meter-tall dark giant. Red blood dripped from the corners of his mouth drop by drop.

"Brother, this thick and hard old guy is really difficult to deal with. Why don't you take the little cub and retreat today?"

"Contact Boss Loki later, bring more manpower and come back to get him!"

Behind Sartre, Gulaul is also on the verge now. The massive consumption of spiritual energy made it impossible for him to maintain the "Wolf Lord"'s power of being invisible in the air. The layer of thick white long hair on the body surface is also rapidly receding, revealing the original human skin.

"No"

"It might be more dangerous to retreat."

As early as when Shang Junzi used the strange transparent thread to trap him, Sartre had already planned to retreat. After surviving in one war after another for so long, he was no longer the reckless man who only knew how to charge forward when he was young.

Only by staying alive can you complete the unfinished tasks.

In many cases, preserving life can create more value for the tribe.

However, Sartre was born a hunter after all. As soon as the idea of ​​retreating came to his mind, he immediately regained his composure after observing the situation around him coldly.

"After fighting for so long, all the surrounding buildings have turned into ruins, and all the living people have been slaughtered.

In this situation, no sheriff appeared, which is not right.

You must know that this is Constantinople, the first commercial center of the Western Continent, especially at the pass where the King's birthday celebration is still taking place. This level of riots broke out in the city, but a large group of sheriffs turned a blind eye to it.

They must have been lying in ambush nearby, waiting for the two to fall into the trap.

Sartre spit out a mouthful of blood and said hoarsely: "Can't retreat."

"Whoever retreats first will lose.

If we want to leave alive, we must kill this black-skinned monster with horns on his head. "

The sun slowly sank in the sky, and a vast dusk enveloped the three people. As the light gradually weakened, the three blood-red figures began to become hazy.

Wang Ergulei, who successfully killed Shang Junzi, was also seriously injured, but he still had the ability to move.

With a low laugh, he approached the two crumbling people step by step. Sat raised the axe with difficulty, and Gulauer picked up a broadsword from the ruins.

The two were ready to make a final resistance.

However, at this moment, a blood-red figure rushed out of the shadows. He was also seriously injured, but the vitality he showed was far greater than that of several chosen ones who fought to the death.

While running rapidly, he broke free from the shackles that bound his body. Thick white steam rushed out of his mouth and skin.

The nearly out-of-control teenager had no weapons in his hands. When he was about to approach Wang Ergulei, he picked up an iron fork from the ground and lifted it up in the air.

The sharp spikes pierced Wang Ergulei's surprised eyes.