He was still thinking back to the horrific image he had just seen, whether it was a real thing or if everything was a hallucination, and he couldn't tell the difference. His loyalty to the Golden Family, which was the fastest update, had begun to waver, and suddenly his heart felt a sharp pain, and a cold voice sounded in his head: "Damn it, do you want to betray me?" I knew there would be such a day, but fortunately I had already divided my soul into twelve parts to live in your hearts. Damn, what is this place and why is it so dark. ”

"Zachar, you can actually remember what happened before, how did you do it, this secret will be kept forever, and in this case, I will not wake up. ”

"Charlotte, you damn bastard, you actually let me eat the corpse of my best friend Sauls, you actually cheated on me for so many years. The horned warrior Zaga roared angrily at the voice in his heart.

"Don't say that, Zachar, it's all of your own free will. What are you doing, are you fighting some powerful enemy, why can't I even feel the presence of the enemy, what the hell are you doing?" the voice shouted.

"Fight, hahaha, I'll never fight for the Golden Family again, Charlotte, you shameless liar. The horned warrior Zaga shouted angrily.

"Bastard, what are you talking about, do you know that I can kill you with a single thought right now, don't you know that I now inhabit the most critical place in your body, the heart?" Charlotte scolded.

"Hahahaha, dwelling in my heart, Charlotte, I'm going to kill you now to avenge Sauls. Sagar exclaimed.

"Bastard, what do you want to do?" Charlotte let out a frightened voice.

Saga didn't answer his question, he plunged his right hand into his chest, grabbed his heart and pulled it out, and he saw a few black threads wrapped around his blood-red heart.

Zachar angrily crushed his entire heart and threw it at the fire beneath his feet.

Zachar's massive body fell, and the mighty horned warrior Zachar died at his own hands.

At the moment when Saga fell, the second wave of the three-headed monster's attack had arrived, and he opened his big mouth, and countless silver-white light clusters erupted from his mouth, filling the entire canopy like twinkling stars little by little.

Although the sky was bright, the twelve knights could not see these little lights at all, they were still wrapped in boundless darkness, they could not see, hear, and did not dare to move the slightest, they could only be on high alert, ready to meet the next wave of powerful attacks from the enemy.

The ball of light fell down like hailstone, silently blending into the darkness. Yoga felt something flying densely towards him, Yoga took a deep breath, and the blue lightning began to beat around him, sealing all the space around Yoga, and the white ball of light fell silently on the electricity, and the powerful electricity could not stop them at all.

A ball of light smoothly passed through the golden light that yoga protected himself, and a small part was melted by the golden light, but more balls of light came densely, and the golden light was completely covered, and after a few seconds, the golden light completely disappeared.

Yoga angrily brandished the weapon in his hand as if trying to drive away these terrible white balls of light, but it was clear that all he had done was in vain. Although his movements are fast and his swings are also very powerful, how many can he block in the face of this overwhelming white ball of light?

In fact, yoga can't even stop a tenth of these balls of light. The white ball of light passed smoothly through Yoga's body, as if Yoga's body was just a shadow, facing the shadow of death, Yoga wanted to scream, he wanted to call his companions to come to the rescue, but unfortunately his shouts couldn't even be heard by himself.

He couldn't even see what was attacking him, he only felt his body suddenly lighten, and the only thing he felt when he stayed was pain, which was not something anyone could endure at all. It wasn't physical pain at all, it was a yogic soul, and he felt as if his soul was being whipped with a barb......

This suffering is so long, it seems that it will never end, in this pain of yoga all the experiences in this life slowly drifted by in front of his eyes like a picture scroll, yoga's eyes suddenly seemed to be able to see things, this time he saw a piece of light, in that infinite light there is a door slowly opened.

A voice rang in Yoga's ears: "Come back, child, and let your life rest in peace." ”

Yoga's body glanced lightly towards the door, and by the time his body fully entered the door, there was no such person as Yoga in this world.

Yoga, the most valiant warrior of the Twelve Knights, atone for his sins in his dying moments and entered a happy kingdom.

So far, several members of the Twelve Horsemen have died under the attack of these four terrifying monsters. One member was reduced to ashes by the red fireballs ejected by the fire-breathing monsters. One of the warriors was crushed by the cyan pillar of light and his body exploded to pieces.

The Horn Warrior pulled out his heart with his own hands out of guilt and anger at being deceived. And the powerful yoga did not resist the attack of the silver white ball after all, and turned into nothingness. Yoga left with the other three powerful warriors of the Twelve Knights.

There are only five of the Twelve Horsemen left in this world now. But the brutal war did not stop, and the attacks on them will still continue.

The last head of the three-headed monster opened its eyes and opened its mouth, and countless green locusts swept in the direction of the twelve warriors like a torrent.

Silently, these locusts also melted into this darkness.

The bald man lay on the ground, his spear falling beside him. He had exhausted all his strength by the time he experienced the terrifying white ball attack just now, and now he couldn't even stand up.

He was panting like an ox and sweating like rain. The golden light that protected himself had long since disappeared, and now he was just a very strong ordinary person. But even an ordinary person who is ten times stronger than him is not qualified to stand on this battlefield.

This war is fundamentally out of the realm of human beings, and it is a duel between super-powers.

The bald man thought it was ridiculous and sad. They had thought that they had come to the East only to slaughter a herd of poor lambs, and that they would go on a killing spree here to satisfy their bloodthirsty desires before returning to sleep peacefully in the frescoes of the Golden Family.

Earl Charlotte had promised them that they would become the most powerful warriors in the world, that they were invincible, that they were immortal. They used to think the same way, because hundreds of years later, the Twelve Knights are still the Twelve Knights, and it is only their opponents who have died.

And at this moment, the lie of the Earl of Charlotte was exposed, and the invincible warriors were beaten in this land, and even the scum could not be left, and the souls that could never be killed were wiped out in this land.

The warrior, who had never known what fear was, couldn't help but tremble at this time.

When the bald horseman fell, he knew he was no longer capable of standing up. So be it, quietly wait for death to come. I don't know what happened to my companions, and whether they have been subjected to all kinds of horrific attacks like myself.

Are they just as powerless as they are to lie on the ground waiting for death to come? Either they had already accepted the invitation of death before they did, or they had already left this terrible place, leaving themselves alone here to await the punishment of the enemy.

The bald knight wanted his horse to die so that he would not be humiliated by his enemies. But now he didn't even have the ability to kill himself, he tried to summon his precious spear, which was his closest companion, his closest comrade-in-arms, they had always been inseparable, and he used this spear to kill many powerful enemies.

He tried to summon it again and again, but the spear lay there unanswered, as if his master had become a stranger. The bald horseman's heart was filled with infinite sadness, had it been that even his closest companion had abandoned him?

As a warrior, if he is not able to communicate effectively with his psychic weapon when he is dying, it can only mean one thing, this warrior is hated by his own weapon, and when this warrior is strong, the weapon has to obey the command of the warrior to fight for him.

However, when the strength of the warrior is weakened to a certain extent, the weapon will betray its original owner, and in more serious cases, the weapon will actively kill its original owner.

The bald knight didn't expect his final ending to be so miserable, even his own weapons had betrayed him, and this feeling of shame even made the bald knight feel painful when he was killed by the enemy.

He screamed to his most beloved spear: "My dearest brother, what the hell is wrong with you, don't you know me, we have fought side by side for hundreds of years, how can you betray me at the last moment?"

The spear flashed red and hummed, but the bald horseman couldn't see it.

The spear flew into the heart of the bald horseman, ending his life. Before he died, the bald horseman heard a cold voice: "Actually, I don't like to kill. ”

Marx felt himself in a world of absolute silence, where there was a dead silence, and he felt nothing, as if he could not even feel his own body. Marx felt that he had become nothing, only a deep tiredness constantly pounded his mind, he wanted to sleep like this, he was tired, he had been fighting for more than five hundred years, and now it was time to throw away the weapon in his hand and sleep well. Marx's hand gradually let go of his weapon, and the huge axe, which he never left his hand, fell to the ground with a clatter.