Sevatar was not surprised by this, because he knew that he was not the idiots below, but the power hidden in the darkness.
Under the orders of the think tank director, the renegade Soul Drinkers began to shoot, and a large number of bullets passed by him and grazed his cloak.
But the Prince of Crows just sketched a cold smile.
Then he threw his halberd.
The weapon named [Crying in the Night] left his fingers with a terrifying roar, tearing a line of fire through the air and hitting the nearest enemy.
boom--!
The halberd slammed into the ground, severing a Soul Drinker from the waist with a terrible crunching sound.
When the opponent's upper body slowly slid down, Savita was already among the crowd.
He held the end of the halberd's long handle and waved his hand gently. The rapidly rotating saw teeth immediately tore apart the body of the nearest person, and blood spattered in all directions.
This time it was as simple as not thinking for him.
Then he clenched his fingers and let the roaring chain saw fly in the air, singing and cutting open a Soul Drinker rushing towards him as he rowed back.
The man's bulky body was broken at the waist, and his weapons fell from his fists into the bloody dirt.
Then the Crow Princes rushed straight towards the stasis stand where the soul spears were placed.
In the process, the Soul Drinker desperately tried to stop him.
But every collision, parry and stabbing was predicted by him. He seemed to be able to see every important point before it happened. His agile body accelerated to keep up with the fact that the blood was irregularly displayed around him.
"Stop him!"
Luko shouted loudly, but his own hand holding the sword was trembling.
Sevatar stood on tiptoe, refusing to delay any single battle, turning his attention away from the enemies he couldn't destroy immediately and focusing only on the soul spear.
Suddenly, he saw a Soul Drinker holding an automatic cannon in front of him hiding behind the churning battle line.
If he were allowed to fire, Savita felt that he might be a little passive.
So he decisively pulled out the bolt pistol on his thigh.
The moment he raised his pistol, Savita looked through the wide-spectrum window of the sight. He breathed half a sigh of relief, squeezed and released the other half of his breath, linking it with the heavy weapons hand not far away.
After a breath, two explosive shells were shot out, whizzing and accurately passing through the eyepiece, penetrating deep into the brain of the heavy weapon hand from the right eye, and exploding the opponent's head half a second later.
The heavy weapons hand's body suddenly fell to the ground, and the automatic cannon that was about to fire also rolled down.
All this only took two seconds.
Sevatar threw away his pistol, took a step across, his robes flew up violently, and swung his halberd when a guy with a chain sword slashed from the right.
The roaring chain saw penetrated the opponent's back, preventing his forward movement and pinning him to the ground.
The corpse of the Soul Drinker veteran twitched, his chainsword still running.
Then, he stopped.
Darkness suddenly fell.
This was the purest darkness that even strengthened eyes could not penetrate, and all sounds and touches were far away from him.
"Astral Knights."
Suddenly, a hissing sound sounded in the darkness.
A twisted figure emerged and transformed into a silhouette with terrifying spikes. Under the upward-curving horns, a group of wide eyes burned in the terrifying darkness, exuding incomparable hatred.
"It seems you've embraced those powers."
Shrouded in shadow, the Crow Prince clenched the huge chain saw halberd in his hand, and at the same time he was burning with unnatural light, and the tentacles of blue flames wrapped around his evil wings.
"You shouldn't do this."
Sevatar approached the silhouette.
"idiot."
"You are too confident."
The director of the think tank, who had already succumbed to the power of chaos, hissed in reply, and then released the energy gathered in his palms.
Invisible arc-shaped waves attack Sevita. It is a turbulent wave and an unstoppable force!
The Prince of Crows suddenly turned into a fluttering shadow, directly avoiding the impossible impact, and then shrouded Sarpedon's head like a ghost.
"You don't deserve to make me confident."
Looking at the roaring halberd above his head, Sarpedon roared loudly and raised the weapon in his hand - the soul spear.
Boom——————!
In an instant, the whole world trembled as the two weapons collided.
The two warriors were entangled together, their wills and bodies were in a stalemate, their limbs were shaking and the servo made a harsh friction sound.
Sarpedon originally had no strength to resist Sevatar, but the huge power of the soul spear also made Sevatar dare not face it directly, especially the vortex on the spear blade.
Vortex weapons are some of the deadliest weapons in existence, coming in many shapes and sizes, and work by tearing a hole in the physical world, like a black hole.
Whatever is sucked into the subspace rift, regardless of matter or energy, will disappear from this world.
They will eventually reach the Nightmare Land and become warp creatures.
Because of their destructive potential, Vortex weapons are also unpredictable, with warp rifts likely to crisscross the battlefield until they eventually disappear.
Although Sevatar's "Crying in the Dark" is a divine weapon forged in the Great Crusade, it is likely to be destroyed once it collides with the blade of the soul spear.
After wrestling for a while, both sides relaxed slightly.
Soon, a thunderous impact spread along each other's weapons, violently separating them.
Sevatar regained his footing and rushed forward, brandishing his halberd.
Sarpedon struggled to hold up his mutated lower limbs, swung the soul spear to resist, and tried to squeeze out his spiritual power to project towards the enemy, even though he felt as if his skull was torn into a thousand pieces.
With a vicious curse, he unleashed another wave of invisible psychic energy that crashed into Sevatar.
This time the Crow Prince just smiled and split the waves with a wave of his halberd.
Then he feinted a shot and used his halberd to deceive the opponent into swinging his spear. Then his attack suddenly changed and he directly took out the opponent's lower body.
"Uh-huh!"
With a cry of pain, two of Sarpedon's regrown lower limbs were cut off, and his whole body tilted to the side subconsciously.
Although he has powerful weapons and powerful spiritual powers, he is still a poor warrior in front of Sevatar.
"I thought you wouldn't lose to the devil's will."
Savita stepped forward and looked down at the think tank director who was struggling on the ground.
"You wasted your last chance, you became its slave in desperation, you wanted to do something right, so you turned yourself into a monster, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, pathetic."
"Hahaha……"
Sarpedon suddenly laughed, and black blood spilled from his mouth and dripped on the rock slab below.
"I am oblivious……"
As he said that, he disappeared completely, and Sevatar immediately raised his head.