In the camp to the north of the small town, Count Wrath Steel of the Tyrius tribe was looking at the situation in front of the Seven Mysterious Mirror spacecraft through the images sent back from the front.
Next to Count Furious Steel, there stood a man in white with purple hair and purple eyes and a purple curved horn on his head, also watching the battle scene.
If Han Sen could see this man in white, he would be surprised to find that he looks very much like the Shura tribe of the Alliance.
Count Wrathsteel's face was very ugly. A son of the demon clan's direct bloodline came to him. Originally, he wanted to show off his Stormrage Legion's combat capabilities in order to make a good impression in front of this demon clan master. In the future,
Maybe there is a chance to enter the superior clan.
But who knew that something like this would happen before he could show his strength.
Of course, it was not a mistake to massacre the Kate people, but the mistake was that so many Tyrius warriors, including a baron-level captain, were killed like that by a baron. It was simply embarrassing.
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"Lord Earl, the warriors of the Tyrius clan seem to be different from what you said. So many people besieged a baron, and they were killed like that. They don't look very brave." Next to the demon master.
, stood a maid with double horns on her head, but her horns were golden, somewhat different from the Demon Lord's single horn.
The Earl of Furious Steel bowed his head and saluted the Demon Lord: "I'm sorry, Master Ji. It's because my subordinates are incompetent and have no way of governing them."
Mr. Ji shook his head slightly: "Although that man is a baron, he is extraordinary. It is not your fault that you let your ten captains lead the team to fight. You must keep this man."
Earl Furious Steel said quickly: "Viscount Jusword, the captain of the vanguard brigade, has already led the vanguard brigade and rushed over. He will definitely be able to kill this person."
Mr. Ji looked at the image and said nothing, but the demon maid beside him curled her lips and said: "Why are you talking so much nonsense? Why are you so stupid that you can't even listen to your words? Let all ten of your captains go into battle.
, what’s the use of going to one?”
Although Count Wrath Steel was disapproving in his heart and even a little angry, he did not dare to show it on his face. He said solemnly: "Yes, I will pass on the order and let all ten captains lead the team to fight."
Although the Count of Furious Steel believed that one Viscount of the Great Sword was enough to deal with the baron of unknown race, he still issued an order for all the troops to rush to the battlefield.
At this time, Viscount Jusword had already arrived on the battlefield and was rushing towards Han Sen. Count Wrathful Steel thought to himself: "Since Mr. Ji has said it, I have to give him a face no matter what, so as not to make him unhappy. But Viscount Jusword will come soon."
If we can get rid of that guy, we don’t have to go to the trouble of actually sending them all to fight, it’s just a show.”
The Earl of Furious Steel thought so in his mind, his eyes fell on the image, and he saw that the Viscount of the Giant Sword had accelerated towards Han Sen. His strong body combined with the powerful explosive force, the impact of the sprint, was visually shocking in words.
It was as if even the earth was trembling under his iron hooves.
The Earl of Furious Steel is still very satisfied with the performance of the Viscount of the Great Sword. Although the Viscount of the Great Sword is not the strongest among the ten captains of the Furious Steel Legion, he is the most domineering and brave one. Otherwise, the Earl of the Furious Steel
He will not be chosen to be the captain of the vanguard brigade.
The Viscount of the Giant Sword rushed towards him, jumping up and across a distance of tens of meters. The giant sword slashed down with flames. The strength, speed and shape were all perfect, creating a gorgeous visual effect.
"That's it, kill that baron with one blow and let Mr. Ji know that our Raging Steel Legion is not incompetent." Earl Raging Steel secretly exerted his strength in his heart.
But when Master Ji looked at the Viscount Jusword in the image, an intriguing smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Old Dolma's face turned pale. He was not only worried about Han Sen, but also a little worried about the Kate people who had not yet boarded the ship.
The entrance to the boat is too small, so there are only a limited number of people who can get on the boat at one time, and there are too many people. So far, only a small part of the boat has boarded, and many people are still outside.
Moreover, most of the people outside were weak old people, women and children, with only a few young and strong men staying behind to help.
Han Sen was beheaded, and the army of men and horses came back to fight, but these people were still dead.
Old Dolma was very puzzled as to why Han Sen wanted to confront Viscount Jusword head-on. If he could avoid Viscount Jusword, he would be able to hold on for a while longer, even if he had to escape.
However, Han Sen rushed straight towards Viscount Giant Sword, as if he had no intention of escaping.
Seeing the Viscount of the Giant Sword slashing down with such violence, even the steel spaceship might not be able to block the exaggerated slash.
Han Sen, however, remained calm. He held the golden feather bow in his left hand and held the tail of the horned arrow in his right hand. He stretched the bow string to the limit and aimed at the Viscount, who was attacking with the huge sword.
The bow is a long-range weapon, but now the giant sword Viscount has already reached Han Sen. The steel sword burning with red flames has almost reached the body of the golden feather bow, but the horn arrow in Han Sen's hand has not yet been shot.
go out.
"Death!" The Viscount of the Giant Sword roared like thunder. The muscles in his arms tensed and bulged, bursting out with terrifying power. The steel sword struck down hard, trying to chop Han Sen into pieces along with the bow and arrow.
At this moment, Han Sen finally let go of the horned arrow he was holding. There was a buzzing sound from the bow string, and the black horned arrow came out like a poisonous snake.
But it seemed a little too late to shoot the arrow now. Viscount Jusword's steel sword was about to hit the horned arrow. With the flying speed of the horned arrow, it would definitely be hit.
The Viscount of the Giant Sword's face was distorted, showing a ferocious smile, and he kept roaring. The hand holding the sword became harder and harder, making the giant sword even more violent, and it was less than three inches away from the horned arrow.
But the horned arrow suddenly disappeared from the sight of the Viscount of the Giant Sword. The steel giant sword cut a hole in the air, and Han Sen also turned around gracefully, passing through the side of the steel giant sword like a butterfly, and reached the Viscount of the Giant Sword.
around.
The Viscount of the Giant Sword was about to sheath his sword and strike again, but he suddenly discovered with horror that the horn arrow that disappeared under his steel sword appeared strangely in front of him for some reason.
Viscount Giant Sword reacted, and the horn arrow shot into his still roaring mouth.
The arrow rotated rapidly in his mouth like a drill, penetrated his throat, and came out from the back of his head, with a bloody red and white substance.
Han Sen slid past the Viscount of the Great Sword without looking at the Viscount of the Great Sword. He grabbed the pierced horn arrow with one hand and continued to rush forward without stopping. There was also the vanguard group of the Viscount of the Great Sword.
Viscount Jusword's body fell to the ground, creating a ditch more than ten meters long. He fell to the ground and twitched. Blood flowed from the back of his head to the ground. He must not survive.
Han Sen didn't react at all, as if he had done a normal thing, but Old Dolma, Mike and others, and even the Count of Furious Steel, were stunned and could hardly believe their eyes.
A viscount-level Tyrius clan member was killed by someone with just one arrow, and that person was actually a baron.
The originally aggressive vanguard brigade was suffocated when they saw the Viscount of the Giant Sword being shot to death by an arrow. There was no trace of the vanguard's momentum. Everyone looked horrified, and they almost forgot to charge.