"What kind of posture is that?" Gloria asked in a low voice: "Frett Caesar, have you ever seen this kind of sword posture?"
The well-informed devil in the underworld recognized Beowulf's wise king's fighting method at a glance, which is also the middle part of the oldest Lazuli, the companion of the Wolf Mother, and the broadsword ranger Ooyne VanCleef.
"Can that kind of defensive sword posture really block the attack of the transformed butterfly?" Gloria has extraordinary martial arts, and is extremely knowledgeable in both unarmed combat and armed combat. "His sword-holding hand was halfway out, but
The bent arms in front of the shield are more of a ceremonial gesture than preparing to fight for one's life, which I don't understand."
"It is said that the martial arts project of ancient Olympus included the Pankrasin fighting technique. This is a unique sword skill created by the Gitt hero Beowulf by combining the Pankrasing fighting methods. I don't know much about it. I just
I have seen this posture from epic paintings and other literary and artistic works." Frater responded: "With the chest, the jaw, the head arched, the back flexed, the arms tightened, and the core, this is what Beowulf said in "And the Dragon Demon Grendel"
In the posture of facing the enemy in "The Battle to the Death", the king is holding the Shadowless Ice Sword in the water (an elven magic sword that will disappear immediately after leaving the water), and it is a narrative painting of a duel with the dragon demon."
"This is the [cluster stance] of wolf swordsmanship. You need to concentrate your strength and attack with sword and shield at the same time."
Gloria suddenly became excited: "It's such a counter-intuitive way to exert force. I'm looking forward to it more and more..."
As the beachhead spiritual pressure environment continues to change——
——Incarnation Die realized that the green gold guard in front of him seemed difficult to deal with.
It was first snatched away by a meteor and then thrown to the ground. Thick smoke rolled up from the sand pit and brought out its wings. The arm-like wing spines violently stirred up the strong wind, and it calmly stabilized itself.
The body shape re-enters the flying state of floating close to the ground.
At a distance of only six meters, the hundred evil eyes on its body were all staring at the white wolf knight.
It lost its main weapon, so it immediately used local materials. According to Jason Megan's intracranial memories, it grabbed two hounds with deformed flesh and blood. In just a blink of an eye, this hideous and terrifying human flesh polymer became an avatar.
The freshly made work of art in Butterfly's hands turned into a double-headed spear.
This is the type of weapon Jason is best at, and the Incarnation Butterfly also inherited Mr. Jason's fighting skills.
Meteor still didn't act rashly and seemed to be a different person.
If placed in the previous cold-weapon death-match sessions, this orangutan would have sprinted and jumped to accumulate energy and execute the beheading procedure as early as the first round.
He became more patient and became a hunter waiting for the opportunity to attack. He continued to use the wolf swordsman's group posture, completely guarding the center line and waiting for the opportunity to attack.
The apostle hounds that were constantly wandering around and testing him could not shake his heart. These beasts were always waiting for opportunities to move - I saw the incarnation butterfly lifted Jason's head and pointed lightly.
Behind Meteor, scattered apostles gathered at seven o'clock. The hounds gathered together and suddenly transformed from a body of more than 120 centimeters into a giant monster nearly three meters tall.
Meteor still didn't look back. He could feel the change in spiritual pressure and smell the strong blood energy that suddenly gathered in the air.
This is probably the Incarnation Butterfly's plan to attack from the front and back to lure the enemy. He will not change his sword posture.
Almost at the same time, the giant apostle hound and the incarnation butterfly attacked at the same time!
The flesh-and-blood angels, flying and wandering at low altitude, suddenly accelerated and charged, aiming directly at the White Wolf Knight.
The Apostle Hound followed closely behind, and merged with several puppies again on the charge path. It grew in size and almost turned into a truck.
At that moment, the big white wolf's posture hardly changed at all. He moved forward a full three hundred centimeters——
——The heart-protecting iron shield perfectly protected his vitals.
Just using the nail-type sword to cut the flesh and bleed it out is like a blue thunderbolt, ruthlessly splitting the incarnation butterfly apart!
The eight-skinned wings lost the traction of their muscles and bones and hung weakly on the right shoulder of the transformed butterfly, like a piece of rag.
This monster still doesn't understand what happened, it seems that everything happened too fast and too suddenly.
It passed by General Crying in a staggered sprint, and the spearhead in his hand couldn't be felt - it seemed to have penetrated the air and been deflected and knocked away by a strong pulling force.
In order to avoid the killing bite of the Apostle Hound, it deliberately let this obedient dog slave choose the seven o'clock position for the joint attack. However, the Homo sapiens did not avoid it, but moved forward bravely.
"What a strong mobility! What a terrifying arm strength!" Gloria was astonished: "With just a few steps, you can leap forward five or six meters. With your core half-bent and your arms half-bent, the sword-wielding posture has almost no movement when the blade completes the cut.
Turning the wrist and tilting it - I thought the gunsmith's skill with the weapon was unparalleled in the world..."
Before he could finish his words, the battle situation changed again.
The transformed butterfly has lost a wing. No matter how terrifying its self-healing ability is, it will still take three to four precious seconds before it can immediately return to the air to regain its high-point advantage.
The apostle hound missed a hit and immediately pursued without any hesitation. It wanted to buy such a little time for its master.
In the eyes of others, this is a perfectly reasonable tactical decision. It is the wisdom given to the incarnation butterfly by Jason Megan, and it is also a perfect coordinated combat step.
But in Meteor's eyes, it is a precious opportunity.
In order to find a way to separate these two mythical units, he must wait for the right opportunity and remain on the defensive.
The Incarnation Butterfly has the advantage of a high point. Fighting in the field of cold weapons pays special attention to this. Those who occupy a high position have the upper hand and can decide the route of the weapon, the timing of the occurrence and end of the attack, and have a huge strength advantage.
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The Apostle Hound's mobility is far greater than that of Meteor. Even with this half-wolf body, he cannot outrun these monsters with speeds exceeding eighty or ninety kilometers per hour, and the speed advantage can determine where the battle begins and ends.
To deal with these two guys at the same time means that both the fighting opportunity and the fighting scene are under the control of the enemy. This is a cruel condition that Meteor cannot accept even if he uses his brain.
They must be taken apart and the center line must be guarded to find a suitable counterattack opportunity.
It's now!
The apostle hound kept a low profile and advanced, using nuisance tactics to prevent the White Wolf Knight from attacking——
——This is the instruction of Incarnation Butterfly, try to save your physical strength, avoid being hurt, and survive these three or four seconds.
The Weeping General's group posture is the same as that of Beowulf. They both have the momentum and power of a wolf pack, and [Wolf Stance] can bring extraordinary mobility.
Faced with the oppression of the Apostle Hound, a giant beast that looked like a small mountain, Meteor did not evade. He changed his posture and carried his sword again - to use his own Pankrasin!
Belloberg's nail-type sword is like a ridiculous steel needle when facing the Apostle Hound - turning into a butterfly and asking the dog slave to lie low and crawl with open claws to intimidate the enemy. This is also considering the attack range of the crying general, as long as
If this dog makes no mistakes, it should not be seriously injured.
But the moment the bright blade sank into the scabbard, the cloak transformed by the spirit weapon gathered into a beast-headed sword. The more than 100 centimeters of steel nails suddenly expanded and deformed, and with a touch of blue, the scabbard turned back into a thick "iron block"
"——
——In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, the sword-bearing posture moved smoothly, and the moment the weapon transformed into a giant sword, the iron heraldic shield clenched tightly on the "iron block" with a "clang" sound, turning into a dragon-slaying blade.
It was just a turn, just a holding of the sword. This weapon transformation seemed to have been rehearsed many times in Meteor's mind.
As the Weeping General's cane, the Iron Knight itself has the ability to transform, and after [Wham Rap·Mr. Wham] was transformed into a spiritual body, it became an excellent toy for this little boy.
The huge "iron block" stirred up the clear and cold air, and then burst out with a hot flame-shaped light——
——With two arms working together, you can feel the surging wind and see the white rainbow when you wave it!
"drink!!!--"
Just these three seconds! Just these three seconds!
The Apostle Hound's head, which was as big as a truck head, was chopped into pieces with a sword!
The burnt flesh and blood did not have time to heal, and was torn apart by the raging sword wind!
Although its neck to torso did not come into contact with the iron block, this incredible impact caused the dog with a broken spine to suddenly lose all its strength, and the bones in its spine collapsed, as if it was under inexplicable huge wind pressure - the muscle fibers were torn everywhere.
Broken bones and flesh were flying everywhere! Even the blood was evaporated by the high temperature into a floating pink droplet!
Without even making any extra moves to wipe away the scorched and smelly blood, the White Wolf Knight took off his sword and shield, put the sword in its scabbard and entered the group posture again, breaking away from the killing posture of [Wolf Bite]——
——He just took a breath between his teeth and maintained strong concentration.
At this time, the body of the Apostle Hound had just collapsed slightly. All the flesh had lost its vitality and there was no chance of healing! He was killed with a direct blow to the brain!
Incarnation Butterfly was stunned on the spot——
——It also saw from Jason Megan's memories how the gunsmith tore apart his compatriots with his hands, and how he dismembered angels with his domineering gun martial arts and slaughtering techniques.
But the attack surface expressed by the White Wolf Knight with cold weapons, this kind of legendary brave who killed mythical units with "flowing flames", the last one should be the wolf mother companion hundreds of years ago, an epic hero.
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[Part2·One more game]
On the other side, Lord Frater, who had just taken out his spare telescope and was leaning against the guardrail to watch with gusto, suddenly felt his legs go weak and sat back on the floor tiles of the hanging garden in fright.
"Holy shit! This young man!"
Gloria put down the telescope at the same time, moving very quickly, as if she had seen a ghost.
"What did you see?"
Frater: "I don't know...I'm not sure."
Countess Gloria's face turned pale——
——She was very sure in her heart that no one could take this sword, not even any partner in the alliance, no matter how strong their life-saving ability was.
People like George Joshua will also be torn apart by the psychic weapons enchanted by the White God Blade.
The mobility and execution ability brought by the wolf swordsmanship, the sword wind within the twenty-six-step range, the surging spiritual pressure and enemy-seeking ability of the green-gold half wolf, he can send most carbon-based creatures in the world to meet
Yama.
Even True Lord Kunwu, who has more than 600 lives, will be wiped out in the flame-shaped sword wind left by this bright blade.
"This is too scary..." Gloria was frightened. She no longer wanted to fight this kind of opponent head-on, and already had the idea of escape: "But...it won't scare you to the point of incontinence, right?"
"I peed?!" Fret was not embarrassed at all, but explained proudly: "You don't understand! I have devil vision! I can see the flow of spirit seeds and spirit elements!"
"The King of War's Pankrasin blasts sound waves of different frequencies into the enemy's body, using the resonance of the sound waves to lyse the cells. Their bodies look like soft mud, completely rotten from the inside out.
Already."
"Did you hear that loud whistle?!"
"It's just like the roar of a seagull from the King of War's Pankrasin! This whistle is from Pankrasin of the Crying General, who shattered the entire spine of the Apostle Hound with just one slash!"
"The flaming sword wind that remains in the air and continues to cause damage is more like water mist..."
The knowledgeable Blue Stone Devil immediately noticed the mystery.
"This guy broke the spiritual body weapon into pieces and used the White God Sword of Belloberg to perform enchantment operations. These spiritual elements will slowly dissipate after leaving the spiritual body weapon, but it will leave a vacuum of life - it seems
It's the same as splashing water, except that what General Crying throws out is hot magma that can cause flesh and blood to melt and explode."
The corpse of the Apostle Hound was still making a strange whistle. There were holes and pores in various parts of its body. The tissues pressed by the sword wind were constantly dissolving and scorched, and it made a strange sound similar to the sizzling sound when cooking barbecue -
—It lasted for a full six seconds before the spiritual essence remaining in the corpse completely dissipated.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! It continues to expand, like a balloon, and the pressure difference caused by the hot and cold air causes the surrounding airflow to rush towards the hot wound.
The incarnation butterfly seems to feel a fatal threat——
——It not only possesses the iron-nickel core of Mother Earth, but also has part of the chaotic essence of the ferocious beast.
This made its will to survive extremely strong, and it was afraid of death and unwilling to "reunite" in such a simple way - it roared in demonstration at the crying general, and the mouthpieces on its body and trunk emitted soul-stirring clear sounds.
For a moment, Meteor was unable to move, being controlled by the strange roar of the butterfly.
He felt his mind was broken, and inexplicable pictures flashed before his eyes.
The sky and the earth on the beach in the Bay Area were distorted, causing him to have hallucinations and auditory hallucinations——
——There is a hot red dark iron ball hidden deep in the center of the earth.
That was the chaotic will of the butterfly, trying to confuse the crying general's mind.
The iron ball is an illusion that the Chaos Immortal Fetus evolved from the iron-nickel core of the original seed. It grew into mortal faces, all of which were Homo sapiens swallowed by butterflies.
Thousands of people with thousands of faces and mouthpieces all attacked Bu Liuxing. They insulted, begged for mercy, laughed and cried.
The strong flow of spiritual energy made Meteor unable to move, and even his spiritual weapons appeared and disappeared. He was undergoing a test, and his posture of raising his sword to face the enemy was also slightly deformed.
At the same time, the incarnation butterfly maintained a pious posture of concentrating on reciting incantations and releasing evil spells, while struggling to move slowly towards the body of the crying general - the white wolf knight's will was determined, and he had exhausted all his strength just to restrain his physical body.
, there is no way to launch a violent attack.
Just get close to him, get close enough, and then use the talent of transforming flesh and blood to swallow him into your stomach...
Be quiet, be slow, and let him let down his guard.
Just when Meteor was deep in fantasy, the dog rope once again pulled him back to the line between life and death.
The illusion of the iron ball transformed into the Chaos Immortal Fetus was pushed away by a burst of spiritual energy. Even though it was only a small distance away, it completely blocked all Meteor's sight, and the illusion that covered all hearing also had cracks.
Jason Megan struggled and transformed into a blue half-body, just like the air djinn in the fairy tale. He was like Sisyphus pushing the rolling stone, trying his best in front of the meteor to push this.
False hallucinations drive out the spiritual world of the crying general.
"Boy! Wake up! I don't have much strength left!"
Despite this, the meteor seemed to have turned into a wooden man and still couldn't wake up.
His spiritual world is full of noise and colorful illusions.
Various sound and light pictures completely diverted his attention.
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Suddenly, a little girl went out early in the morning and arrived at the Erjie Noodle House.
A myna came outside the door and was bitten to death by the domestic cat kept by the crock shop next door.
The cat was the shopkeeper's pet, and someone followed him into Wagangpu to tell him about it.
The boss then said that since the birds were domesticated, they would not be able to survive in nature.
So Xiao Sun, who was practicing calligraphy at the side, turned a blind eye and continued to put rice into his mouth.
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This is what Meteor sees and hears.
Incarnate as a butterfly, the memories of the deceased, the chaotic perspectives, and the ever-changing sounds, lights, and shadows were poured directly into Meteor's mind like a DDOS attack.
They almost ignore time and sound tracks, and in just a few seconds, they fill the meteor with trivial fragments of life memories of hundreds or even thousands of deceased people.
Jason lost his limbs, his heart, liver, spleen and lungs, and his spiritual power became increasingly weak, unable to stop the mental control brought about by the common deeds of all living beings.
He was already very tired, so tired that he would never fall asleep.
A deep crack appeared in this big brother's heart——
——Jason, it’s time for you to make a choice.
This is the second time that a dog leash has been used to help the crying general. Perhaps after exhausting his energy and completely giving up his will to survive, Meteor still has a glimmer of hope.
There is no need to be afraid of the hostage in the hands of the butterfly, and there is no need to protect my head.
I will not be used by the incarnation butterfly and completely disconnect from this monster.
"Meteor, I have to leave..." As soon as Jason finished speaking, he felt that his spirit arm was getting weaker.
As soon as the concept of "death" appeared, he immediately lost all his strength, like a patient struggling to survive in a hospital bed who suddenly wanted to give up and suddenly couldn't.
The iron ball formed by the Chaos Immortal Fetus severely crushed Jason's spirit body away, trying to completely squeeze him out of the meteor's spiritual world.
at this time--
——Old Bones pushed Jason's shoulder, slightly opening a light-transmitting gap in this hideous and terrifying thousand-faced iron ball.
Jason Megan regained a little consciousness, with confusion in his eyes.
Old Bones' spirit body was filled with "the blue of wisdom". He tapped the castanette lightly and decided to turn against Gloria.
"Bluestone people are always calculating, always cautious, and always wary of each other."
"But Qingjin always helps each other, and there are often stories of sacrificing one's life for righteousness, which makes me ashamed."