When the roar that was near in my ears rang, Sabrin hesitated for only a second, and then waved his arm suddenly.
But before the war halberd was stained with blood, a shock wave hit him, throwing him out, passing through the broken chair, and hitting the edge of the stage.
Sabrin urgently stabilized himself, his boots sank deep into the floor, then looked up and searched for the source.
A group of giants in gray and white armor broke in. At the front was a psychic, an old think tank, and the gem at the tip of the staff in his hand was still bursting with electric arcs.
"Knight of the Star Realm, what are you going to do!"
The old voice of the think tank is very strange, like some kind of variant of high Gothic, with a weird tone and a very obvious ups and downs.
For a moment, Sabrin did not see who these people were until he noticed the curved shark logo on the other party's shoulder armor.
"The man-eating shark is really unexpected."
Sabrin murmured, clenching the halberd in his hand again, and at the same time, the soldiers of the 11th Company above also aimed their weapons at the new "guest".
The third company commander of the Human-Eater Shark Team, Bell Charles, took a step forward and walked to the left front of the think tank. He first looked up at the corpse hanging on the chain, and then stared at Sabrin and hissed:
"Astral Knight, what are you doing, explain it."
Sabrin responded to the other party in an emotional voice.
“This is compensation.”
"So you kill friendly forces? And humiliate them? The glory of Astat?"
"They humiliated their glory first."
Bell Charle's face frowned under his helmet. To be honest, these astral knights made him feel a layer of hatred from the soul, not only because of their strange color scheme, but also the tone of his speech and their behavior, which made him feel a familiar hatred.
Many years ago, in the deep underground mine on the planet Zarak, the group of midnight lord traitors who were very similar to those in front of him almost killed Bell, causing heavy losses to the third consecutive year, and even more so that he lost his best friend and brother.
So he really wants to do it now.
But Kavaji kept reminding him to calm down and calm down. This is a dispute between the two battle groups, so don’t easily get this side involved.
Although the Pale Wanderer is annoying, in a sense he is also a representative of the will of the commander of the battle. When the other party seriously asks Bell to pay attention to anything, he must also obey.
So he could only force his disgust and turn his eyes to Castor.
"What happened to the malicious warrior?"
Castor, who had survived death, still stared at Sabrin and then responded loudly:
"The Knights of the Astrology have fallen! They are traitors! They are treacherous people!"
Bell really wants to punch this idiot. What does he mean? He wants to pull the man-eating shark into the water? Does he think that others are idiots can't see his little thoughts?
So he ignored Castor's yell and turned to Sabrin.
"No matter what happens between you, stop now and wait for the leader of each team to deal with it."
In fact, these words were also what the pale wanderer asked him to say. Originally, his inner thought was to take down the Knights of the Star Realm first, and no matter how they were the ones who killed people.
But there was no way, the old man kept muttering in his mind, be cautious, be cautious.
Seeing that the man-eating shark seemed to be out of the matter, Castor was silent for a moment, then suddenly pulled out the bomb gun and fired at Sabrin.
However, Sabrin moved before his gun was pulled, pressed down and rushed up, and growled in the company communication channel:
"Don't shoot!"
Hearing his words, the 11th Company soldiers who were ready to pull the trigger stopped.
At this time, Castor pressed the trigger almost madly and shot all the bullets at Sabrin. However, Sabrin's movements were incredibly fast at this time, and he consciously used his shoulder armor to block the bullets.
In almost the blink of an eye, he came to Castor.
"Young people don't be impulsive!"
An old voice warned in his ear.
"Otherwise you will have serious consequences for your battle group."
Sabrin ignored deafness and slapped the tail of the chainsaw halberd into Castor's temple position on the left side, and then turned around and headed straight for his throat while the opponent was unbalanced.
The next moment, the gap between the two exploded.
Sabrin was hammered high into the air, like being swept up by a tornado, and then smashed back to the stage, fifty meters away from where he was standing before.
A few seconds later, he raised his head weakly and groped for support.
He had lost his halberd, and felt blood splashing everywhere in his armor, the helmet display broke, showing a still serrated pattern, and the marks of the battlefield tilted and jumped.
Then he saw Castor, and the other party was blown away and fell back to the team.
The two of them were standing before, and a line as thick as an arm was drawn by a supernatural explosion, which was a hundred meters long, just like a man scribbling on paper with a carbon pen, breaking up the surrounding chairs and turning the wooden board into smoldering debris.
"you--"
Sabrin tried to open his throat, but the subsequent bursts of wet and sharp pain almost made him sick.
He looked down at the waterfall-like blood on his chest, and saw that the part of his new armored chest turned into a ball of scrap iron, and the exposed flesh and blood shone between the uneven edges, still pale and bloodless under the light of the fire.
"Damn it! How dare I attack the old thing!"
Li Lin on the high platform was furious when he saw Sabrin being bombed like this.
"Brothers--"
"Don't shoot."
After working hard for a while, Sabrin stood up with grinning, blood flowing down from all over his armor like a stream.
But before he could stand firm, a bomb had already escaped from the gun and rushed straight to his head.
At this moment, a crackling sound suddenly sounded in the air, causing the explosive bomb to explode instantly, and its energy was converted into an energy arrow, which was applied back to the sneak attacker at a faster speed.
"ah!"
Barak, who shot, screamed when the psionic explosion blasted through his body, smashed his ribs to pieces, and then fell to the ground.
But that force seemed not to let him go, and his invisible big hands clenched his armor as if he wanted to crush it.
The eyes under the pale wanderer's psychic hood narrowed slightly, then a ray of light rose up in the ancient power staff, and the shadow began to move from the top and around the heads of the crowd, like living, breathing things.
One second later, the automatic device of the power armor of all those standing failed at the same time, and everyone was trapped in the darkness. Barak was liberated and he was hiding behind the team.
"I have heard your name, the pale wanderer, the ancient sage who was exiled."
Suddenly, a low voice sounded in the darkness, and then in Kavaji's sight, the shadow cast by the corpse above turned into a tall silhouette, and a pair of green eyes burned in the terrifying darkness, exuding terrifying power.
"I have also heard of your deeds, the great mentor of the Dark Angel Think Tank, Ezekiel..."
In the whole space, time seemed to have solidified, leaving only Kavaji and the silhouette.