Soshiyang did not give the other party a chance to struggle, and held the Holy Flame Sword tightly and swung to the right.
The lord's head, whose eyes were flashing, then rolled to one side.
Just when Soshiyang breathed a sigh of relief because of killing a powerful enemy, an accident happened suddenly-
"Um?"
Feeling a huge force coming from under his feet, Soshiyang hurriedly went backwards, and his arms, which had been slumping beside the expeller lord, suddenly hugged Soshiyang and almost hugged Soshiyang in his arms.
After landing, he saw that the headless expeller lord actually got up!
"I'm not dead yet? Then I'll tear you clean!"
Suo Shiyang was not afraid and rushed towards the other party with his sword, but the expeller lord jumped up as soon as the sword was smashed, avoiding the blow that shattered the earth.
Its feet stepped on the ruins and then hid in the shadows again.
Soshiyang looked around and tried to find the thing, but this time it was not playing some technical tricks, but rather relying on cleverness and stealth skills to hide.
For some reason, he felt that after this thing lost his head, he became more flexible.
Soshiyan turned slowly, his communication channel still opened, and the call of Talos's battle was right in his ears.
Talos faced much worse, with many of the Necromancers being just the chess pieces under the Deporter Lord - it only takes a thought to make them move on the board or suddenly go wild.
As long as it wants, it can flood more undead here.
But it didn't do that.
Soshiyan knew and could feel that this thing was still worried about or guarded against.
What abominable purpose does it want to achieve? What are it guarding against?
This question was stuck in Soshiyan's mind like a wedge.
Suddenly, he realized that he had thought something wrong.
When he met this guy, he always thought that the so-called "thief" was it, but now he thought, he was afraid that the thief had someone else, and the one in front of him might be guarding against the other party.
Even it may have transferred most of its power to guard that important thing.
In this way, it can be understood.
Then it is obvious that time is getting less and less, whether for their mission or for the alien hiding in the shadow.
He could feel the restlessness of the thing and couldn't help but smile.
"I know you can hear me, monster."
Soshyang shouted loudly, his eyes constantly sweeping over the possible location of the other party.
"I don't know how you did it, but I guess you can understand what I said. In short, I will speak slowly in order for you to understand."
He couldn't tell why he was talking to that guy, but when he collided with this guy, he felt some kind of flash of emotion.
Then this guy's intelligence may understand his words, and with the aristocratic arrogance it may not be able to resist—
"You can't win. We come to the door with flames and sharp blades. We will destroy your nest and clear every trace of your abominable race from this world. Even if you hide in the magma in the core, it's useless!"
At first, he was not sure if these words really could have any effect on this alien.
But soon, the headless expeller lord rushed out of the hidden place and bumped into it with a decisive aura.
Soshiyang roared and inserted the sword into the opponent's chest, and the opponent also hooked his armor with two sharp claws.
Under the violent impact, Soshiyang became a little unstable. Just as the guy was about to chop off his head with a phase blade, Soshiyang directly punched, wrapped in a large amount of liquid metal, and directly smashed half of the opponent's body.
Wuming's rage filled his consciousness, and it was not just anger, he longed to smash and chop what was in front of him until it became history.
With the groan of servitude, Soshiyang let go of the sword and forced the expeller to lift it up. The guy's claws could hardly even grasp his armor.
Then, with a roar, he threw the thing at the ruins where it was crouching before.
With a loud bang, the alien shaped slammed on the base of the broken statue and fell motionlessly on the base, as if another smashed statue was.
Soshiyang walked over and the Holy Flame Sword swung forward under the lightning package.
The expeller once again unexpectedly
Got away.
Just the last moment before the long sword hit it, the thing flashed to the side as if it was activated by something.
Soshiyang couldn't say whether that guy was pretending to be dead or was really shocked.
In short, it was no longer on Soshiyan's attack route, and the unlucky base took the heavy blow and was smashed into pieces of gravel.
This time Soshyan doesn't plan to continue playing with it.
The expeller lord had just moved for less than two steps, and two pools of liquid metal suddenly pulled up from the ground, piercing it instantly like two spears.
The Deporter Lord hung on the metal spike struggled a few times and then stopped moving.
When Soshiyan turned around and was about to help Talos solve the problem, a deporter stood in front of him and slashed at him with a phase blade.
The guy was covered with scars, but even so, it was still very dangerous.
Soshiyang snorted coldly and directly broke its legs. The monster fell down immediately, and then his head was stomped.
Although not as casual as Soshiyan, Talos is not an easy person. The alien war blade he waved tore the metal shell to pieces. Even though it was not worth mentioning compared to Soshiyan's efficiency, it was still a successful killing machine.
"Talos, I guess I've solved their commanders."
"So, what about your conclusion?"
Talos punched an alien to the ground.
"We may have to face one more."
Soshiyang's laughter overwhelmed the sound of melee like thunder, and then a snake-shaped expeller rushed towards him, reaching out to grab the alien's chest.
The thing waved his claws and tried to scratch him, while Soshiyang suddenly leaned forward and hit the monster's face with a headrail.
The alien skull was broken all over the floor, and Soshiyang kept it aside, and liquid metal splashed all over him.
"Why are you suddenly full of wildness?"
Talos turned around and destroyed the last undead warrior who tried to grab him.
The battlefield that was bustling before suddenly became silent.
"I don't know, maybe it's gray, maybe... it's because these aliens are so easy to kill."
Soshiyang sighed softly, how could he not know his abnormality? The more familiar he is with the gray graft, the more he is a little scared.
What kind of power is needed to create such a terrible thing?
What kind of horror has the 11th Legion wrapped in the fog of history experienced?