The battle with the evil spirits has already exhausted all the energy of the people, and now there are also the undead reapers and soul flames that can cause real harm to humans. The virtual and real enemies are mixed together, and it is obvious that the undead reapers

and Soul Flame are directing the attack of evil spirits from behind. On any battlefield, when cunning commanders and fearless soldiers form a combination, the combat effectiveness is amazing, and the situation that Cohen and Crow have to deal with now is more than complicated.

Ten times? Simply a thousand times!

In front, countless evil spirits are using their bodies and everything they have to attack bravely.

In the middle, the Undead Reapers and Soul Flames formed a circle, monitoring Cohen and Crow from all angles. As long as one of them had a slightly weaker defense, their fingers would point out the direction for the evil spirit, triggering a round of attacks.

A violent attack like a storm. Even when there is hope of breaking through the defense, they will come on the scene in person and use their own weapons to surprise Cohen and Crow in the field - whether they are attached to the evil spirits or hurt by them,

Cohen and Crow, unable to do both, had no choice but to choose the latter. After a successful blow, Undead Reaper and Soul Flame would quickly fly away while licking the blood on their weapons, avoiding Cohen and Crow's fierce counterattack.

Cohen and Crow were covered in bruises. As they fought long and fiercely, the blood from the wounds kept spraying out, forming bloody paths on the ground. Feeling the temptation of blood, the evil spirits scattered nearby became extremely crazy and desperate.

The swarms swarmed towards the steaming blood, and after selflessly absorbing the unique smell of blood, the ferocious light in their eyes grew stronger.

And at the very back, the idle evil spirits waiting to join the battle are gathering into groups, condensing into strands, flying in the air, twisting on the ground, like huge poisonous snakes entrenched and waiting one after another, no matter what position they are in,

The snakehead's fangs were always aimed at Cohen.

In order to reduce Cohen's pressure, Crow already had several wounds all over his body, but he didn't bleed much. He could only stain the clothes around the wounds and then solidify on their own. But what about Cohen! After this period of hard work, he not only

He was covered in scars, and even his physical strength was exhausted much faster than that of a crow. What's more terrible is that the curse in his body somehow showed signs of intensification. In The Little Princess Riva, the curse only showed runes on his face, but Sibia

All of the emperor's exposed skin is covered with dense runes, black, flowing runes...

At the most critical moment, Crow's defense had a loophole on the rear side. The undead reaper closest to him moved silently, and the huge black scythe cut off Crow's arm. Cohen roared, and struck the sickle with his sword.

But he was staggered by the huge impact. Crow turned around to grab Cohen, with no defense behind him - immediately two Undead Reapers and three Soul Flames rushed to attack!

The sword thrown by Cohen rotated in the air, hit a sickle heavily, and bounced into the sky with a "dang" sound. The crow rushed forward, and the long sword in his hand flew towards Cohen's two crescent blades, and then soared into the air.

He stood up, stepped on the face of another undead reaper, turned his body back, and threw the long sword, piercing the chest of Soul Flame who was about to attack Cohen - in just an instant, the two completed mutual rescue.

, fits perfectly.

But this is also what the enemy has been looking forward to. Only Cohen is left with a long sword in the hands of the two men, and their combat power is greatly damaged. If they carry out such frequent jumps with their injuries, their movements will inevitably slow down - the rest

How could the Undead Reaper and the Soul Flame give up this great opportunity? So they rushed forward, all their weapons pointed at the fatal places of the two!

But Cohen and Crow are a natural partner.

The crow in the sky stretched out his right hand, and the long sword inserted in Soul Flame's chest flew back without warning. His left hand took the long sword handed over by Cohen. The two swords lingered in front of him, and his body began to rotate rapidly again.

.In the field of vision of the Undead Reaper and the Soul Flame, there were all whirling sword shadows and dazzling white light. When they realized something was wrong and wanted to retreat, they found that they were still stuck in the same place.

When the crow was spinning at high speed to drive away the evil spirits, Cohen was not idle either. Four undead reapers and five soul flames were re-acquired by the sword, and he jumped from the high altitude and cut them in two!

This was a trick that the two of them jointly used to open up the situation, but the price they paid was also heavy. Cohen had two more scars on his body, and Crow used up most of the secretly accumulated magic power at once.

Therefore, in the next attack, both of them inevitably felt that they were powerless. It seemed that the Demon Clan Princess had gathered all the evil spirits on the continent to come to the Holy City tonight, and attacked them in waves one after another.

In the middle, what was struck was no longer the human body, but the pair's pride as human beings, their persistence in protecting their loved ones, and their unwillingness to fall at the feet of evil spirits...

Looking from the angle outside the magic circle, the magic circle has been completely surrounded by evil spirits, and the huge flow of evil spirits flying in the sky is waiting for the moment to rush in through the breach in the barrier!

All assistance is completely, completely ineffective. The helpless people can only watch and wait, with their hearts cut.

The crow's defensive circle is getting smaller and smaller, gradually shrinking to a place five steps in front of Cohen. The sacred light accompanying each blow is no longer dazzling, and it can no longer spread out the light spots that envelope and devour evil spirits. In this eternal world,

During the endless attacks, he had been discouraged and despaired, but until now, he was still trying to persevere. Because, because the Emperor Sbia beside him was howling like a beast, at this night, this sound

Only he can hear it...

"Won't—fall!"

"Absolutely - will not fall!"

"Stand - you will never fall!"

Crow wasn't quite sure who Cohen was speaking to, and who Cohen wanted to encourage, or himself, or himself, but when he thought about it, what did all this matter? Just like Cohen's words before,

When he said it, he didn't know the impact those words had on him. As Cohen howled every sentence, the crow no longer had any scruples and used all its remaining strength to create a fleeting opportunity.

The remaining undead reapers and soul flames were chopped into powder by his long sword.

Cohen, who was howling and waving his weapon, softened. The crow's figure flashed and stood close to Cohen's back. He knew this guy's habits very well. Whether he was an emperor or a rogue, Cohen didn't like anyone standing in his way.

in front or being supported by someone.

"Brother... ok..." Cohen's body was shaking slightly, blood dripping down the sword and forming a pool of blood on the ground. He refused to have a moment of leisure in his mouth, "Okay, good work..."

"Yeah." Crow nodded, letting the damaged clothes cover the broken tip of a crescent blade still inserted under his ribs. He no longer had the strength to heal himself, "I was born this way."

Both of them had reached the end of their rope, but the evil spirits in the sky retreated like a tide. At a distance of fifty arms from the two of them, they gathered in nine places and formed a snake shape. They stared at the two of them, as if they were waiting, and then...

It seemed as if he was accumulating strength. Neither of them was surprised by this, because according to common sense, the main character who was unwilling to be left alone would appear at this time and talk nonsense to the weak.

The ground was shaking, once, twice, three times... As time went by, the amplitude of the vibrations gradually increased to the point where the two of them could not stand firmly.

"What...what?" Cohen exhaled, feeling heavy in his chest.

"Here comes someone older than you." Crow said expressionlessly, "Probably the leader of the undead or something."

"I thought..." Cohen coughed, "Those pieces of flesh were the undead... leader!"

"They are not qualified, they are just knights or generals." The crow's eyes were looking around, "Learn more."

Amidst the vibrations, a huge figure appeared in the field of vision of the two people. Although it was blurry, there was clearly a different kind of majesty in his steps, and his body seemed to still have the demeanor of life. There were evil spirits all around.

Screaming to get out of the way, those who failed to get out of the way were either stepped on directly by the attacker, or were knocked upside down and flew away!

"Oh." Crow raised his head, and there was no trace of ripples in his flat tone, "It turned out to be the Emperor of the Undead."

"It's really..." Cohen, who was behind the crow, cursed a curse word that even the crow couldn't bear, and then moved his steps step by step with difficulty, standing in the direction of the undead emperor, "This...

Only I can do it."

"Reason." The crow's voice sounded.

"Because... we are acquaintances..." Cohen stared at the Undead Emperor intently. When Crow turned around to support him, he found that Cohen's eyes were moist.

"Ke... En... Kai... Da." Almost three undead emperors with higher heights stopped and pointed a rusty oversized long sword at him from a distance, questioning in a weird tone: "

You—dare to resist me!"

"Of course...no." Cohen shook his head solemnly, "His Majesty Creamer Summer."

"Kneel down..." A strange light shone from the deep eye holes of the Undead Emperor.

"No." Cohen still shook his head, "With my current moral character, I might not be able to get up if I kneel down..."

"Kneel down!" The Undead Emperor struck the ground with his sword, and the flying gravel opened several bloody wounds on Cohen's face.

Cohen shrank his head, smiled slightly, and his knees were slowly bending. This movement affected the injured area, and the muscles on his face were twitching.

Crow tightened his hands and said sternly: "Don't kneel - what are you doing? Are you awake? He is the Emperor of the Undead!"

"I'm very awake." Cohen turned to look at the crow, "I know, he is the Emperor of the Undead."

"Then why do you still kneel down! Kneel down to an undead emperor?" Crow was a little uncontrollable with excitement, "Who said just now that you will never fall!"

"What I'm kneeling on is the Creamer Shamei in my heart." Cohen didn't move his eyes, pointing his finger at the Undead Emperor, "As for whether it is... it has nothing to do with this... you understand?"

"Dead spirits can also create phantoms!" Crow didn't have the eloquence or leisure to reason with Cohen, "What should I do if you kneel down wrongly?"

"Brothers are in vain? What if...I kneeled down wrong...you, a brother...of course...of course..." Cohen looked at the crow in surprise, and then glanced at the waiting Emperor of the Undead,

Mysteriously, he lowered his voice and said, "Stop me..."

If the crow could be so angry that he vomited blood, he would definitely spit on Cohen's face at this time; if crying could relieve the depression in his heart, the crow would definitely cry to him and shed a river of tears - what kind of friend did he make? Not only would he accompany him to the end,

I have to be tricked before I'm done!

The crow was stunned for a long time, and then decided to beat the bastard before it was over, but before the crow could take action, a wry smile appeared on Cohen's face, "I was just playing tricks on him... I didn't expect you to be the first to be fooled..."

"

"Are you kidding me?" Crow was short of breath and glared at Cohen.

"Yes! If I really think it is His Majesty Creamer Summer, I must at least settle a few accounts with him first." Cohen turned to look at the Undead Emperor, "I know you are pretending to be Creamer Summer."

Where is His Majesty Mai’s flaw?”

The Undead Emperor roared angrily and slowly raised the sword in his hand.

"The real Majesty Creamer Shamei will not become someone else's slave." Cohen ignored the huge sword, even if the sword was being raised, "Crimmer Shamei has the same will as me.

So I respect and love him, because he is Creamer Summer in my heart, so I regard him as an elder - but one day, Creamer Summer will no longer have the same will as me, and he will no longer have the same will as me.

He is the Creamer Shamei in my heart, and I will still part ways with him!"

The Undead Emperor held the hilt of the sword with both hands and let out a series of roars from his throat.

"And you, a bunch of walking zombies, actually dare to make me kneel down." Cohen sneered and spat, "You were just unlucky. If not for the person next to me who was also fooled and knelt down in the end.

It will only be you!"

After forcing himself to finish saying this, Cohen exhausted a lot of energy, so he had to stop and take a deep breath. And outside the magic circle, a few soft laughs came from unknown directions, floating leisurely in the night sky.

Here, it not only surprised Cohen and Crow, but also made the undead emperor's movements freeze.

The moment the laughter disappeared, the body of the Undead Emperor suddenly became shorter, and his upper body collapsed directly and hit the ground, and then quickly vaporized like small ice particles in summer...
To be continued...