typeface
large
in
Small
Turn off the lights
Previous bookshelf directory Bookmark Next

Chapter 2115 Harvest the battlefield! (3)

The Vatican God of War was suddenly shocked, because he felt a huge force like a wild dragon coming from the silver spear in his hand, causing the spear in his hand to thrust forward and encountered great resistance. In the face of this resistance

, the silver spear can no longer continue to thrust forward for half a minute.

The Vatican God of War looked intently and saw that the World Honored One's right hand was like an open iron pincer, tightly grasping the barrel of the silver spear that was thrust straight at him!

The tip of the silver spear had already penetrated the World Honored One's waist, at least four to five centimeters, but it was not fatal enough.

If the World-Honored One had not reached out and grasped the barrel of the silver spear in time, and allowed the silver spear in the hand of the Vatican God of War to penetrate through his waist, he would have died!

"Roar!"

The World-Honored One opened his mouth and roared angrily, stretched out his hand and pulled it out with all his strength. The tip of the spear that had pierced his waist was pulled out, and a pool of blood came out.

The power that erupted from the World Honored One's arm vibrated up the barrel of the silver spear. Under the impact of this force, the barrel of the silver spear in turn pierced the Vatican God of War.

The Vatican God of War was shocked. All this happened in the blink of an eye, and even the Vatican God of War could not react.

The Vatican God of War also made a prompt decision. He let go of the silver spear in his hand, tiptoed, and evacuated backwards at an extremely fast speed.

He had to abandon the gun because the power erupted by the World Honored One was very strong. If he continued to hold the gun barrel and wrestle with the World Honored One, he would definitely not be able to withstand it and would be injured instead.

Therefore, abandoning the gun and retreating was his best option.

laugh!

The World-Honored One casually threw the silver spear in his hand to the ground. His body was like lightning, carrying a coercive aura that forced people's hearts and chased after the retreating Vatican God of War.

Fierce murderous intent spread out from the World Honored One's body, sweeping towards the Vatican God of War.

The Vatican God of War's own martial arts skills are more reflected in his spear. Now that the spear in his hand has been released, it is equivalent to a tiger with its teeth pulled out, and it no longer poses any threat to the World Honored One.

The speed of the World Honored One was very fast, and he was up in an instant, chasing the Vatican God of War.

At that moment, a hint of horror flashed in the Vatican God of War's eyes, and a hint of fear appeared on his face.

His unarmed combat ability was still a bit inferior to that of holding a silver spear, and the World Honored One's strongest strength was his fists. Facing the World Honored One charging towards him, he had no way out.

"kill!"

A flash of determination flashed in the eyes of the Vatican God of War, and his own strength emerged. He transformed his marksmanship moves into his own fists, and attacked and killed the World Honored One who was rushing towards him.

"One of a kind!"

The World Honored One's eyes were cold, and the power of his royal blood burst out. The power reaching the peak of the eighth level surged out along with his fist, and he displayed the fist power of the World Honored One.

boom!

As soon as he punched out, waves of fluctuations appeared in the surrounding void, and the terrifying power of the punch filled the air, crushing the fist of the Vatican God of War with a power that was unmatched by anyone in this world.

boom!

There was a loud bang, and the World Honored One's fist came crashing down, hitting the Vatican God of War's fist.

In the sound of the collision, I saw the World Honored One's fist moving all the way up, extremely powerful, forcefully breaking and crushing the fist coming from the Vatican God of War. The power of boxing contained within it

When the power exploded, the Vatican God of War opened his mouth and groaned, and his whole body continued to retreat backwards as if he had been struck by lightning.

Facing the World Honored One whose strength is a huge level higher than his own, it would be impossible for the Vatican God of War to resist the World Honored One's full blow.

"God of War, you have angered me! Even if the old Pope comes, he can't save you, so just die!"

The World Honored One roared angrily, and he charged forward. Before the Vatican God of War could stand firm, the World Honored One's violent and stormy offensive was already coming, and all of them enveloped the Vatican God of War.

The Vatican God of War roared again and again and tried his best to resist, but this could not change his final fate.

In a bare-handed fight, the King of the North Pole was dead. Facing the wrath of the World Honored One, he had to die.



"Hoo"

A roar came from the other side of the battlefield.

That was the last desperate roar issued by Blood Blade. Standing in front of him was Black Shark's burly mountain-like body, and a saber in Black Shark's hand pierced his chest.

On the side of Blood Blade, not even a saber in Hydro's hand had penetrated into Blood Blade's body.

With the joint efforts of Black Shark and Hydro, the life of Blood Blade was completely ended.

As soon as the bloody blade died, the morale of the enemy soldiers in this area's battlefield was immediately severely hit. Some of them had already panicked and got up, but those genetic warriors were still extremely brave and were still fighting fiercely.

"Brothers of the black-armored soldiers, charge forward and kill these sons of bitches!"

Black Shark roared and commanded the black-armored soldiers to attack and kill.

"Sea Wolf warriors, listen, encircle and annihilate the enemy!"

Torres also led the Sea Wolf Special Forces soldiers to rush over. They encircled and launched the final harvest against the enemy soldiers in this area!



Huangfu Ruolan, Yeji, Mandala, White-haired Beauty, and Eudora joined forces with the Dragon Flame warriors and were fighting forward.

As they rushed all the way to the front, they met the golden warriors led by Bean.

Bean was scarred and seriously injured. His left arm was cut off, and blood flowed from the cut. However, his right hand still held a heavy sword, and the fierce and brave aura on his body did not diminish at all.

Beside Bean, each golden warrior was full of murderous intent, constantly chasing forward the defeated enemy warriors.

"Bean!"

Eudora shouted after seeing Bean.

Bean heard it, followed the sound, and immediately said respectfully: "Saint Patriarch."

"Bean, you are seriously injured, don't charge anymore. Gather the golden warriors and unite with us," Eudora said.

"good!"

Bean nodded and gathered the golden race warriors in the field to join Huangfu Ruolan, forming a larger team of warriors and charging towards the battlefield ahead.



In the battlefield in the west area.

Munn, Roaldmund and the others have united Xiaodao, Xiaowu, Shitou, Xiongzi, Thunderfury and other demonic warriors, as well as other scattered demonic warriors, thus forming a large army of warriors.

Make the final harvest on the battlefield.

As for the enemy warriors, there are at least six to seven hundred surviving enemy warriors. Moon and the others need to unite all the warriors to encircle and destroy the remaining enemy warriors!

The battle has now reached the final harvesting stage. Every soldier is very tired and every soldier is injured.

But at this time, the more we need to persevere!

As long as you persist, that's victory!


This chapter has been completed!
Previous Bookshelf directory Bookmark Next