Chapter 403: Different approaches but similar results
"Whoop, whoop!"
Snorri was breathing heavily as he ran. He had to try to use the little storm power he had gained through memory sharing before he could get used to it in order to survive. This was a huge burden on his mental strength.
His current situation was as if he had watched the combos in the instructional video a few times and then directly started to operate them. Moreover, it was a dangerous situation in which he could be killed if he made a mistake.
"I can be compatible with warriors, tanks, spellcasters and even nannies, but it would be too difficult to do the job of an assassin again!"
"Hoo! Hoo!"
"Whoosh!"
Snorri began to feel tired, but the elite troops around Carlos did not. They were not only full of energy but also under great pressure. The big demons were not good people, and it was common for their anger to be poured out on their subordinates.
The fire monsters were suspended in the air and waving flames like a carpet. The spellcasters were holding various manifestation treasures to try to find Snorri's figure, while the melee abandoned ones were frantically swinging their twisted claws.
Or tentacles.
When the Chaos Warriors fall into the arms of the evil god, as the divine grace accumulates, many of them will find that these are more like torture than blessings. Those who cannot hold on will lose the ability to think rationally, and their eyes will be filled with tears.
There is no more light of wisdom.
Compared to retaining the chosen gods and champions who are full of "wonderful ideas", the descending demons, especially the All-Changing Demon Lord, prefer to recruit this group of guys called "abandoned people". This kind of loss of ambition is also
Preventing them from capturing the invisible Snorri in an efficient manner.
"I have lost my best chance. Judging from the spellcasting ability it has shown, if you give up on killing me and use defensive spells to protect yourself, you can't use the Storm Hammer to consume it!"
The Dwarf King hid under the Soul Grinder and gritted his teeth. He was literally at his wits end. The reason Carlos chose to take the initiative was because he couldn't figure out his own details. Once he figured out the upper limit of his output, he would definitely change his strategy.
"Are we just going to retreat like this and let it continue to direct the attack and rely on the reinforcements who don't know where it is? Even if someone does come to support me, I was the one who set the trap first. It would be weird if I didn't treat him as a Chaos traitor!"
"Then could the assassin have escaped without a single hit?"
The same thought lingers in the minds of Tzeentch believers who retain the ability to think. The two heavy blows just now can break through the protective magic screen of the greatest demon under Tzeentch - even if it is weakened by the maelstrom, it will definitely exceed
beyond the capabilities of mortals.
Considering that there are only so many demigods in the world, they are more willing to believe that this is a mortal peak assassin master who has special skills to stimulate potential and explode beyond the limits of his own strength. Of course, this skill comes at a high price, maybe
He had no energy left for the third blow.
"Da da da!"
"Whoa!"
The main formation of the Tzeentch Demon Army fell into a strange stalemate, but the Seventh Wall was not as good as this. The fire support of Carlos himself and the long-range demons around him was cut off. In front of the mercenary guards and the Cathay army that had restored effective organization,
The demon army began to be gradually driven off the city wall.
"Your Majesty, our attack has been blocked!"
"Heavenly Lord of Infinite Pure Treasures! Please lead the heavenly soldiers and generals to subdue the demons!"
"How about we walk back?"
For a moment, several Tzeentch fanatics around Carlos and the Tzeentch champions started shouting. Compared with the other three minions of the Chaos Evil God, this group of guys was undoubtedly the most frivolous.
Throwing all of his subspace subordinates into the mortal world through the maelstrom is also a big burden for Kalos. It has to choose to cooperate with several warbands in the Chaos Wasteland to obtain enough cannon fodder troops.
Naturally, these temporarily raised troops fought bravely to take the lead, but once the attack was thwarted, their fighting spirit immediately faded. The military leaders were unwilling to expend their own strength - they had all the troops in hand, and if they were all exhausted, they would attack.
It's hard to get soup in Nangao.
"Stop making noise, stupid mortals! We can see it! If you preach my will and defeat Nan Gao, you will enjoy eternal blessings and live as long as heaven!"
Carlos roared. From the perspective of its right head, the flames on the high wall will cease, and peace will return to Nangao City. Considering that there is no room for progress in the world of chaos, but there is infinite room for regression, Carlos
Los Angeles can't stop here.
"It is very nervous and lacks trust with its subordinates. This may be an opportunity."
The dwarf moved forward following the steps of the soul grinder. He stroked his beard and found a flaw in this group of guys who had their own evil intentions.
"Watch out on the right!"
"Left front!"
Almost at the same time, Carlos heard a completely different reminder. It urgently summoned a soft but tough magic shield to block the same two heavy blows on the right as before, but the explosion on the ground under its left paw shook it.
The ground staggered.
"No! This thing seems to be shaped like a hammer! Hammer, dwarf, yes, it's the dwarf with the collar. I saw him use it on Kugas! But shouldn't he be in a coma? If he
If you wake up, doesn't that mean..."
Although it could not see anything, Seer Tzeentch's two heads were turning rapidly. Out of its deep-rooted distrust of his colleagues, it figured out the conspiracy against itself in an instant.
"Hulonglong!"
Immediately afterwards, Carlos heard the howling of the strong wind, which was no stranger to him. The previous attacks on Changyuan were all destroyed after this howling wind.
"It's not it, Immortal!"
"Where is the wind coming from?"
"Don't leave! What will we do if you leave?"
"Wait for us! We will come back!"
"Zarok, how dare you deceive us! We must read your copy before the Holy Master!"
Ignoring the calls and stops from his subordinates, Carlos struck hard with the Staff of Tomorrow, directly tearing open the crack and escaping back into the subspace. If he retreated voluntarily, he would at most lose some mana. If his body was destroyed by the dragon, it would be the price he would have to pay to recast it.
But it's too big.
"Hahaha! So what if I knew it was eight hundred years ago, but five hundred years later? In the end, I was still plotting against you!"
Snorri collapsed on the ground sweating profusely, but his face was full of smiles. Just now he overloaded his little authority to imitate the usual appearance effect of Miaoying that he had seen countless times in his memories.
The strong wind that swirls around the dragon can uproot giant trees, and can also chop an entire team of heavily armored elites into pieces, but in Snorri's hands it is nothing more than a show of force, and can only scare the blind.
His idea was to create an illusion so that Tzeentch's minions who had never witnessed the power of the True Dragon would think that a mysterious shadow was coming, thereby interfering with Carlos's judgment. But it seemed that those guys were not fooled and instead Carlos himself reacted violently. Fortunately, the result was not bad. , it will not be able to come to the mortal world again in a short period of time.