Dracula's joining caused the Dark Spirits to organize the last wave of desperate counterattack. The Nightmare formed a vanguard around the employer and pierced the plague warriors like a blade. The conspiracy group warriors followed closely, adding weight to the Nightmare's precise attacks. The Witch Spirit kept wandering on the flanks, waiting for an opportunity to sneak attack on the lonely enemies and quickly harvest the zombie cultists.
"Try your best! If you can kill one, you will be one!"
When a plague warrior aimed at him with his gun, Jordan Simon took a step left, and then an incandescent stream of flames surged out from the small pulse cannon on his shoulder, evaporating half of the plague warrior's body, and Dracula's scimitar swept off the enemy's head in a slash.
At this time, the warning alarm has stopped, which means that almost all areas of the fortress have fallen.
Through the vortex of the blade and the dense bullets, Jordan Simon wanted to close the hall, but saw a scene that made him desperate.
A group of giant monsters in filthy green armor had squeezed away their servants, the sickles and flails in their hands trembled in the humming, and each walk made the joints crackle.
The Withering Overlord Terminator of the Fourteenth Legion appeared.
"Fight! Stop until death!"
After cutting down a few Nurgle spirits surrounding him, Jordan Simon selected his prey.
A plague warrior who intersected with the sword blade of the Wu Ling attracted his attention. The warrior's magic machete pressed against the Wu Ling's double daggers, and his face was a strange porous copper ball, and there were two Nurgle spirits standing on his shoulders cheering.
Although the Wu Ling's attack became more and more rapid, the slippery armor withstood the attack, and the spark of energy splashed from the blade when the weapon collided.
When the guy who seemed to be the lord took out his pistol and pointed it at Wu Ling's face, she tried hard to escape, but encountered the tip of the upper knife.
The next second, her face was torn in half, and Wu Ling fell to the ground, and her once beautiful face turned into a vague and bloody mass.
"Death is coming to you, the lackey of the God of Corruption! Chaos's smelly shit!"
Jordan Simon roared and launched an attack on the Plague Lord, trying to knock him down before recovering from the showdown with the Witch Spirit.
However, before he roared, the plague lord had seen Dracula's arrival and rushed toward each other with the same determination.
What surprised Joeldan Simon was that the other party looked so bulky, but in fact he was extremely fast, and his long sword was even faster than him, and he stabbed his head directly.
Dracula retreated, raised his swords to resist the attack, then rotated, kicking the abdomen of the attacking plague lord, but almost slipped - the opponent's armor was so funny that it seemed to have a layer of oil, so it was stabbed with a long sword instead.
His enemy flashed the weapon in his hand to his chest to block a heavy blow, allowing Dracula's sword's flickering tip to brush his shoulders in a whistle.
Then, the two separated and began to circle each other, launching feint attacks and stabs with weapons.
During this process, the Nurgle spirit on the shoulders of the Plague Spirit tribe kept clamoring and waved the incense burner in his hand. However, Zordan Simon was not an inexperienced warrior. He knew very well what a plague lord would do, so his armor had long been adjusted to a completely closed state - the quality of this set of ancient armor itself also made it immune to most corrosion.
After a brief confrontation, the two launched another round of attacks.
Jordan Simon dodged every raid from the opponent with his speed advantage, and turned to the other side while dodging every attack. The two swords in his hand rotated like the wind, creating cracks on the opponent's body by cutting rather than cutting.
But his chance to kill quickly had passed, and as the surrounding battles deteriorated rapidly, Jordan Simon's frustration grew.
He was waiting for the opportunity to kill the enemy by beheading, because he knew that for such a veteran Nurgur believer, there was almost no so-called fatal weakness in his body, and the only thing that ensured killing was beheading.
But the other party was also a sophisticated warrior and did not give him any chance.
Eventually, Jordan Simon's patience gradually collapsed and ventured into a hasty rush, just to seize a fleeting opportunity.
However, a Nurgre spirit who had no idea where he suddenly hugged his thigh. The Plague Lord took the opportunity to launch a series of rapid blows to his head and throat, forcing Jordan Simon to block the rotten blade with a sharp blade, and the two forces grind sparks on the metal.
At that moment, Jordan Simon saw the enemy's right shoulder tilted, so he ignored the ties on his legs, straightened his body and slashed his right hand and made a fatal blow, trying to cut off the warrior's neck.
"What--"
After a moment, his surprise turned into fear, as the opponent's knife had pierced his lower abdomen first, and the torn pieces of armor splashed onto the floor.
There is no doubt that this is a flaw and trap that is deliberately exposed.
Joeldan Simon hissed in pain and staggered to the side, but was hit on the side of the helmet by a backward sweep.
Part of his armor was torn, the eyepiece on the left was smashed to pieces, and he fell down while covering his stomach, and the blade also slid from his numb hands.
Dracula, who fell to the ground, gasped and looked up at the looming enemy, filled with fear.
The other party seemed to raise the knife and prepare to send a fatal blow. Jordan Simon raised a self-defense hand out of instinct.
But the other party did not make the last blow, but walked away from him.
The edge of Jordan Simon's vision was dyed red, and when the environment became darker, he lay helplessly among the dead bodies everywhere.
Because of the invasion of the virus, his consciousness wandered in consciousness and trance, and could only vaguely see what was happening - the battle around him disappeared, and the resistance was finally crushed under the ruthless crushing of the Withering Overlord Terminator.
Suddenly, a figure appeared on his left side, with a huge syringe on his left hand.
As the shadow approached Jordan Simon, the fear returned again. Dracula saw the three scarlet round eyepieces on the other party's helmet and a large number of bottles and jars hanging from his body.
This character made him subconsciously think of the blood actor, so he turned to the dagger on his waist - the only thing he could do now was commit suicide.
But the other party seemed to notice it, and suddenly stretched out his hand and twisted his arm, causing him to let out a painful roar. Then the syringe slowly approached his body-
"Ada, you'll be a great...peptide dish."
The next moment, before Jordan Simon could scream, he was trapped in the double hell of flame and ice.
After the injection, the virus refiner put away his arms and watched his work twitching on the ground through the lens of the helmet. Dracula of the conspiracy group was quickly swallowed from the inside. He spasmed and shook, and then every armor connection was bleeding and vomiting inside the helmet.
Standing not far away, Newcrion Rothis could even hear the hissing sound of the eaten meat under his armor. Although this was his prey that he knocked down, he did not care about being used by others. The sense of honor of nothingness had long gone with the long battle. Now he only pursues loyalty and research.
After about two minutes, the trembling stopped, and the body of the Dark Spirit tribe turned into a swollen bacteria. The virus refiner carefully stripped some of the lower mycelium from above and conducted a simple analysis on the spot.