In the dust, the black special agents were already running with them, surrounding the demon in a circle.
They had just seen that the arm that was not much shorter than the devil hit the body, but it had little effect.
They lost five companions in the previous operation, and only seven of the first batch of Uzbekistan agents sent were left.
Two were killed in the initial attack, and the other three were caught up and killed by demons during the siege.
"Do you want to continue to come forward?"
Next to the fifteen-meter-tall turtle that Lamia stepped on, a nine-meter-tall turtle smelled.
"We can't kill him with one blow, so we keep patching up wounds on his body to delay the attack."
Fifteen Miu*** responded.
Only seven of the first batch of black monsters were sent, and the monster wanted him to delay for at least thirty minutes or even more than an hour.
It has only been less than ten minutes, and more than half of the casualties have been lost.
However, U*** still believes that the final victory belongs to him.
As long as they continue to hurt this demon, the poison blessed by divine power will accumulate in his body. The divine power symbolized by the most poisonous blue horned viper in the desert will eventually poison this damn demon.<
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The last time he fought as a Utopia special agent, he didn't know what the use of this divine power was. He mainly used the magical power represented by Asaf to strengthen himself, and the strong muscle power represented by snakes. p>
Now, he finally understands.
This kind of toxicity is not prepared for mortals, but it is prepared for living big guys like this.
But, will the demon in front of them still allow their operation to proceed smoothly?
Looking at the structures that surrounded him in a circle but were far away from him, preventing him from killing them all at once, Skarbrand shook his head, lifted the huge battle ax in the air, and then struck hard
It hit the desert surface.
Although generally speaking, when a weapon hits the gravel, the force will soon be relieved by the soft sand, but Skarbrand's ax caused the earth to tremble violently with its power that could break mountains. The sand suddenly cracked, but it didn't crack too deep. It just caused the legs of several black monsters who were still avoiding Skarbrand's attempt to consume his strength to sink into the quicksand.
Taking advantage of the moment when the opponent was unable to move smoothly, Khorne's wings flapped a large stream of sand and dust behind him, and his strong leg muscles sent Khorne's body to Wu** almost instantly.
*Special body.
It was the familiar decapitation and corpse dismemberment again, five times in a row. Each black agent only delayed the Khorne demon for less than 30 seconds.
The U***ts who were stepped on by Neferata felt their hearts sink. If the monster didn't send new U***ts, they wouldn't be able to withstand it anymore.
Looking at his companion who had just pulled his feet out of the quicksand not far away, he opened the snake's mouth with its fangs exposed and shouted.
"Stay away from me, one hundred meters away."
As he spoke, the runes on the sickle-shaped sword in Wu**te's hand became more and more dazzling. This was a sign that Wu**te was burning his soul with all his strength...
Since tens of seconds is also the fate of being shattered, burning your own soul is nothing.
As long as the soul is not completely exhausted, the soul can still return to the embrace of the God of Death after death.
Looking at the last two of the first batch of urchins, Skarbrand suddenly had admiration in his eyes, and with a loud voice like a burning flame, he spoke in Nehekhara language.
"I want to use my own life to delay enough time for the friendly forces, and then defeat me. Blood Father appreciates your courage to continue fighting even though you know you will lose. Your soul will not be annihilated by my battle axe."
After a while, the Great Demon of Khorne seemed to become a little more energetic, and he excitedly said to the Black Special Agents.
"Warriors, Blood Father is willing to reshape your bodies. Warriors like you should not be buried."
"I am the warrior of Asaf, even if the covenant is destroyed and the divine power is blocked,
I will not betray my gods!"
Wu ***te refused and said that he would not accept a gift from the devil. Even though in his mind now, he wanted to make the devil in front of him bleed, but that was the influence of the devil's corruption, and he already knew it.
"Loyalty... is a good quality..."
The flames in Skarbrand's eyes became more and more intense again, and he raised the battle ax in his hand, and his black wings continued to make a harsh whistle.
"Then first offer your heads to the blood father. He will also give you a reward for such a valuable head."
"Let me see the real chapter!"
U***t shouted loudly, calculating the passage of time in his mind. If he could keep chatting like this, the task of delaying time would be much easier. It would be better to chat for a few more minutes to give more to the monster on the other side of the portal.
One o'clock.
Skarbrand held the battle ax in his hand naturally, already in a running posture about to charge. The flames in his eyes weakened slightly, and a fighting spirit appeared in his eyes. He looked at the special thing in front of him and asked. p>
"I am Skarbrand, the death god of all things in the world, the eternal servant and redeemer of Khorne. What is your name? Dead soul?"
"Champion of Lahmia, messenger of the gods, Tibald."
"Tibaid, although your heads have no blood, they may be gifted to lay the foundation for my master! Feel honored!"
As he spoke, there was an explosion in the sky, and the demon's figure almost flew up, like a giant peregrine falcon, and hit the black special's head.
Wu *** couldn't see the demon's movements clearly, but from the demon's words, he also judged that what the demon wanted was his own head.
So one sickle-shaped sword was blocked in front of the throat, and the other was ready in front of the abdomen and chest, preparing to delay the moment before the demon cut off his head and send the blade of the sickle-shaped sword into the demon's body. If the devil wanted to sneak attack, it would probably be from behind, but in that case, there would be no other way.
Looking at the demon getting closer and closer, the black snake's mouth opened wide. Although he didn't know why, he just wanted to laugh.
The opponent didn't use tactics like sneak attacks. It was really stupid. He was really...a respectable opponent.
The huge force hit the battle ax in front of the throat, and the sickle-shaped sword prepared on the other side immediately sent the blade towards the huge black shadow...
Wu**te felt that he had stabbed something, but his head and the blade in his left hand had broken into pieces uncontrollably and were flying in the sky.
Just before his consciousness completely dissipated, he saw a gray mist falling from the sky in front of the front door of the former palace, bringing with it the twelve newly arrived Ukrainian special forces.
"Stop watching, come and support!"
On the sand, the last surviving Ukrainian special agent said what he wanted to say, and then his consciousness happily separated from the body of the stone and flew towards the place where he should have gone.
However, the roaring sound, the huge green lightning, and the stench of the battlefield seemed to indicate that the realm behind the door was not the god of death.
Just now, the devil said that he would sacrifice his head to his god, including his soul?
This kind of fate cannot be resisted by fighting. What an evil god!
The soul is burning with raging anger, and Tibaid is ready to give the evil god over there a sword even if it burns out his soul.
"You're the only one left?!"
The Black Specials saw the only one standing, but he didn't look very tall, the nine-meter-tall Black Special.
"The other eleven..."
Before the question could be fully answered, the other Black Agents had already seen some rubble on the ground that still had some divine power and runes flowing out of it.
Those are the gangsters of the past.
Count carefully, no more, no less, exactly eleven,
"Twelve of you can only become like this. Although there are thirteen of us, we still can't fight against that demon."
A black monster about ten meters tall desperately covered his snake head and lifted it up
With my own sword, I want to escape in a direction where the devil can't go,
If the soul is also wiped out, he will really disappear!
He did not choose to become a messenger of the gods, a Utopian special agent, or the king's tombkeeper just to let his soul dissipate.
This living dead man feels fear.
However, the Ukrainian special forces around him were furious. Before fighting against the devil, they gathered together first.
"What nonsense are you talking about? If you have to give up the responsibilities entrusted to us by the great Asaf because you can't defeat us, you are still a U***t!"
"People of Nehekhara, even if we die, we should still act like a warrior."
"You coward, there should be no such thing as you under the gods. You are not worthy of being a gangster."
The curses became more and more frequent, so much so that he began to curse his fellow Utopians in his heart.
In the sand where they couldn't see it, the refined dimension stones splashed out from the Blood Temple at some point became even more dazzling.
When the Black Agents were not aware of it, the sacred number of the Horned Rat, combined with the sacred object of the Horned Rat, quietly turned this place into another theater for the Horned Rat.
The messengers of the gods, who can only use divine power and are not directly connected to the gods, cannot detect the malicious little moves of the gods at this time.
Thoughts of conspiracy, calculation, jealousy and hatred gradually infected the brains of the Ukrainian special agents. However, the pride and self-discipline of the champion warriors in life still allowed most of the Ukrainian special agents to control their emotions and pull away.
After closing the distance, another round of preparations for the attack began...
However, there were still four deserters, fleeing towards both sides of Skarbrand.
However, it seemed that this move attracted the attention of the Great Demon of Khorne. He raised his battle ax at a terrifying speed that was a few minutes faster than the terrifying speed that the surviving Utopia had seen.
Rushing towards the escaping U***t.
"You cowards, how dare you insult the dignity of the warriors! Insult the time they bought for you!"
"Your souls will be torn apart by my battle axe! The fragments will rotate in endless pain! You will never be reincarnated!"
The great demon of Khorne shouted angrily, and the sound was as loud as thunder, even spreading several kilometers away.
Only the Uzbek special forces who stood firm on the front looked at each other.
Is there such a thing as the enemy helping you kill deserters?
One by one, the Black Agents who fled on both sides were overtaken and beheaded from behind, and their heads that fell to the ground were trampled to pieces by the hooves of the Great Daemon of Khorne.
However, these deserters did distract the attention of the Great Demon of Khorne.
According to the calculations in the minds of the Dark Agents, the Great Demon of Khorne pursued, shouted, and vented his actions.
The four deserters actually bought them more than five minutes. If you think about it this way, the deserters are still loyal to Lamia.
Another burst of gray mist descended, and the black special agents in a battle formation had a smile on their faces made of stone that could not be detected by mortals.
It seems that the old monster has become more and more proficient in strengthening and opening portals.
Twelve more Ukrainian agents fell from the sky and joined the battle line.
Seeing the Ukrainian special agent becoming more and more proficient, Skarbrand put aside the work of venting and raised his battle ax, with a look of madness in his eyes.
The more enemies the better, and his bloodshed is also atonement for the gods.
He listened to the words of other gods, betrayed his own gods, and attacked from behind. Such actions caused his eternal sin, and he needed to kill and be killed in the world forever to atone for his sins.
Not only his master's will, but to this day, it has become his own will.
Right in front of the Blood Temple, the war is about to break out.
In another desert, the place is full of soft sand after being hit by battle axes. In order to find the rat monster mage that made him angry, the great demon Khorne almost had to
Tear this place down.
However, the opponent is hundreds of meters or even deeper underground, a restricted area of life without even oxygen.
Even though the great demon of Khorne continuously squandered the power that could penetrate the mountains, it still failed to force the rat monster out.
But the rat monster he was thinking about was already falling into a dream under the care of the wind of life.
In a mist-covered pool, the engineering warlock clearly knew it was a dream, but he still lay quietly on the ground.
It wasn't until the sound of water rang in his ears that the engineering warlock raised his head and looked at the naked girl god.
"Hey, Your Excellency Moonlight Girl, I haven't seen you for a long time, although it hasn't been long."
Eski spoke tiredly. Being chased by the great demon of Khorne, he not only suffered physical damage, but also cast so many spells that exceeded the physical limits, causing even greater damage to his spirit and will.
Looking at the god from below who was not even covered by his hair, the white-haired rat spoke.
"You came to my dream today, can you help me repair it? It's best to replenish this body with mana. It will be easy for you to get some of it from the Chaos Demon Realm into my body." Lilith refused, she said with some helplessness.
"Whether it's Dar or Chaos Energy, as long as they pass by, they will cause corruption, so as long as I am still using this place, I will not replenish it for you unless you enter the Chaos Demon Realm yourself."
"However, I will heal your mental wounds."
As she spoke, a burst of white light erupted from Lilith's right hand, shining on Eski's head.