Chapter 1482: The Battle to Seize the King (Three)
"Soshyan, if this continues, we have to explain it here."
Talos punched a spiritual tribe's head, then retreated to Soshiyang and the two of them turned their backs to the back. At this time, one of the prophet's arms was already bleeding, and there were many wounds on their necks and abdomen.
Soshiyan could smell the bloody smell of his friend, and he was also worried that Talos might not be able to hold on.
"Talos, why don't you and Kayang first-"
Before he could finish his words, the temple suddenly changed color, and the fire waterfall made of lava instantly turned into dark and deep like an abyss, and the shadow instantly swallowed up the entire bloody battlefield.
Soshiyang looked up and saw lightning crackling in the gap in the temple that was blown out, and then an electric light flashed across the dome.
The next second, black figures rushed into the battlefield. Their armor was like gorgeous statues of obsidian. They were wearing screaming masks, holding sharp battle blades, spears and boomerangs. The pale green ribbons symbolizing the Ark World fluttered on them.
As soon as they landed, these agile figures rushed left and right in the army of the Dark Spirit clan, waving huge weapons that did not match their size - as if these weapons were as easy as they did not have a trace of weight, and each swing could take away the lives of several conspiracy warriors.
"It's those...howling banshees."
Talos immediately recognized the identities of these female warriors, and a grim smile flashed across the corner of Soshyang's mouth under his helmet. It seemed that their luck was not that bad today.
Among all the female warriors, the most stunning and the last one appeared—
An elegant and gorgeous figure slowly crossed the scattered bodies and limbs, as if he was walking in the luxurious dance floor.
She was tall, wearing an ancient talisman engraved with elegant design of spiritual bone armor, holding a spear in her left hand, the tip of the spear was silently burning with sky blue flames, and a huge boomerang that could be used as a melee weapon in her right hand, and a solidified howling face on her slender helmet.
Although he was through his helmet, Soshyan could feel her staring at him—his second meeting with the phoenix lord of the Howling Banshee.
The last time was more than 30 years ago.
As she approached, some dark elves attacked instinctively, Jain Zal didn't even take action, she just screamed - but her scream was not a sharp scream of a female full of angry accent, but a low and sad elegy that spreads through the battlefield sadly.
Then in an instant, all the lives around her were shaken into blood mist.
"Shadow Legion, Attack..."
But the Howling Banshee was not the only outsider to appear. She was also at the gap, amid the low sound of the horn, and a light gray mist rolled downwards and scattered on the stone wall.
The twisted faces were mixed with, and the runes that were wriggling like insects and the white hair that floated like a waterfall expanded and cracked in the shadows, and more similarities emerged, like a constant surging dark shadow.
Soon, an army of terrifying spirit mandela, without flesh and blood, appeared, causing all the creatures present to shudder subconsciously.
A moment later, the mist of howling souls crashed into Jaen Zal, and then climbed over the spear that the other party stabbed out.
Jain Zal's spear crackled with lightning, passing through the lost shadow without any resistance. The weak souls scattered like smoke, but the powerful being hidden behind them stabbed the Void Ghost Claw at the Phoenix Lord.
With a bang, the spear repelled the ghost claws.
"Our battle is not over yet, Lord Phoenix."
Kandulak, the Lord of Mandela, suddenly appeared.
At the same time, the elite soul hunter in Mandela also fought with the Howling Banshee's Black Maid. The flashing blades and shadow claws were coming and going, sometimes without any effect - but sometimes, the blades could cut the shadows, and the claws could bite deeply into the armor.
But in general, the Howling Banshees were insufficient in number and could only rely on their own transcendent combat skills to avoid suffering death.
They dispersed some and forced others back, but that was far from enough.
However, their appearance has greatly alleviated the pressure on Soshiyang and others.
"die!"
Soshiyang suddenly stabbed his sword accurately into a face where Mandela could not see his eyes. When the weapon penetrated deep into the illusory substance, he felt a slight pain of counterattack.
Then Mandela began to tremble and blur, his head shattered and twisted into a ball, the green curse blade in his hand fell and completely turned into flying dust.
But Soshiyang mercilessly added another sword. With this final heavy blow, the ghost completely fell apart in a flash of deadly green light.
Under the evil twisted dome of the Temple of Kane, the blood of the Spirit tribe was splattering everywhere, and the ground was covered with dead and dying wounded, but more of them fell directly into the magma and burned to death.
However, Victor just sat upright on the throne and watched the fight with relish, as if it was a rare performance.
"Um--"
Amid the painful humming, an Alpha warrior suddenly knelt on the ground, and a machete with runes was deeply embedded in his chest, but he still struggled to take out the last grenade on his belt-
"For the Emperor."
A nightmare appeared in front of him, and then he pulled out a machete from the warrior and drew a deadly arc.
Alpha fell down according to the momentum, and his head fell off his shoulders, but the grenade was already activated.
boom--
With a loud bang, the dazzling bright light swallowed Alpha and Nightmare at the same time.
"Go to die!"
The only unhelmed Philo Ronana spatted, raised her hand, and a burst of energy crackled from the tips of his open five fingers. It hit the nightmare that was coming to him, which made the guy fly out from behind and stumble on the pillar, and his spine was obviously broken into pieces.
However, this effect was not without cost. After releasing the psychic energy, Philo Rona's body sank and blood oozed from the corner of his mouth. If Kayan hadn't come to catch him, he would have fallen.
"Releasing psychic energy here will cause double the backlash. I know you are angry, but don't be reckless."
At this time, another nightmare rushed over with his swords. When Kayang was raising a rarely used explosive gun to meet the enemy, another soldier walked among them and killed the guy with a fatal blow.
"I don't have time to lie down, and if I can't hold the sword, I will use a gun."
Talos just glanced at Philo Rona and continued his battle.
Alpha Think Tank wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and immediately got up, took out the bomb gun, glanced at the remaining magazine, and fired a shot at a conspiracy warrior, directly blew the other party's head.
"It's a good job. Someone said a long time ago that we are soldiers first and wizards second. Don't forget the initial combat methods because of the convenience of psychic power."
As he said that, Kayang fired continuously, and each shot caused a kill, but it had almost no meaning.