In the data detected by the super brain, the old sword master's health is only a pitiful 6 points!

Seriously injured and dying, so fragile that any second-order warrior could send this old orc into the River Styx with a single hammer, and from the theoretical point of view, this body that has been severely crumbled should have been in a state of cessation and immobility.

However, Cangye extracted the relevant class data about the fifth-order sword master from the database and retrieved useful information from it.

Every Juggernaut will automatically awaken a background skill called [Destiny of Death] after spending the [Epic Mandate].

Destiny of Death: Activated if the health is less than 10%, refill after emptying the remaining health, 50% immunity to all physical attacks received, 50% increase in resistance to all attributes, if there is no early death, the health will return to zero after 10 minutes.

All the injuries faded from the old sword master's body, and the not very strong limbs gradually awakened with a vigorous and surging power.

The orcs were frightened, but under the scolding of the orc general who led them, they regained their ferocity and rushed up with a wild roar.

The old swordmaster's eyes were closed, and the air flow that roamed around his body suddenly became extremely sharp, like a hedgehog.

Cangye took a step and felt the change in the airflow, knowing that this was the only chance to get out of the predicament, and quickly dragged Hel from the ground away from the old Sword Master.

"Isa...... Gou Da ......"

An unknown language came out of his mouth, the Sword Saint's eyes opened, and at the same time, a terrible scream erupted all around, and the invisible sword qi instantly condensed into substance, spreading in all directions, bombarding all enemies within the range.

The screams rang out one after another, and in the blood-mist-filled air, I saw orc warriors being killed into slag by the torrential rain of sword qi in the wail, and even the armor on their bodies was also smashed into iron slag.

The burst of sword qi lasted for less than 5 seconds, and as soon as the time passed, the range of the bloody Shura field expanded by at least ten times or so, and at least a thousand orc warriors were shot and killed under the burst of sword qi.

It was at this moment that Cangye figured out the level of combat power of the Sword Master.

Undoubtedly, the Sword Master is an epic-level Sword Master who has completed the [Epic Mandate of Heaven], but he may have been secretly injured, or he may have been superimposed with an inexplicable curse, and his epic-level combat power will be discounted by at least fifty percent.

Otherwise, they would not have been almost dragged to their deaths when they fought with the three Apocalypse Knights at the same time.

The original invincible orc general half-knelt in place, his whole body was covered with dense pinholes, and blood gushed like a spring. Although he barely managed to keep his name, the general's expression was panicked and frightened.

"Teacher ......"

Hel finally woke up from his coma, looking at the old sword master who had stood up again, his expression couldn't help but be stunned.

Before Hull could speak, the old swordmaster suddenly spoke:

"Let's go."

As the night stretched out to the limit, several Imperial priests danced ancient dances and sang desolate war songs, and by the time they were discovered, the ritual had come to an end.

In an instant, the dying orc general miraculously stood up, the wounds on his body healed quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, the panic in his eyes had long since disappeared, and the mutated blue-purple pupils seemed to contain endless thunder and lightning, with the majesty of looking down on everything.

The divine light was pervasive, the thunder and lightning were vertical and horizontal, and a brand-new thunder light battle axe appeared, the broad axe face was branded with simple and mysterious runes, and the grooves were tragically glittering with thunder marks.

Feeling the breath of inevitability, Hull's eyes widened suddenly, and the surface of the night was silent, but the palm of his hand was already quietly placed on the scroll that sealed the Lord of Jealousy.

It's from God!

The will of the orc general in front of him was destroyed by the descending god, occupying the body, and the gushing divine power told that the body of this orc god walking in the world carried at least demigod-level energy!

The Witchmar Orc Empire is also a secular kingdom under the rule of the gods, but the difference is that this imperial emperor is the emperor who rules the secular world, and he is also a descendant of the gods, an orthodox god descendant of the eternal lineage!

Therefore, the royal government and the divine right were unified under the maintenance of the emperor.

Things were a little more than Night's estimates.

This group of Wugmar orcs obviously came for the old Sword Saint, and even prepared a divine descend as a follow-up, which shows that the old Sword Master is hiding a big secret behind it.

The orc god looked indifferently ahead, there was no reflection of Hull, Cangye and others in his pupils, and there was no figure of the old sword saint, only thunder and lightning that kept whistling.

"Half-blood bastard, do you want to turn your back on God?"

The orc gods used the language of the gods, and the night knew the language of the gods, and knew that it was the language of the gods that had been passed down in this era.

The old sword saint's expression remained unchanged, and his voice was like a whimpering wind, vigorous and sad:

"It was God who turned his back on us first."

"Bold!"

The god's eyes flashed with brilliant thunder, and the divine power was pervasive, and the heavy pressure almost made the earth creak incessantly, and thin cracks suddenly appeared.

Holding the black knife, Cangye resisted the invasion of divine power, but Hel behind him had no choice but to grit his teeth and resist with pure will, preventing his soul from kneeling to the god.

"Orcs are the master, half-orcs are slaves, this is the eternal covenant of God, you, do you want to disobey God?"

In the face of God's questioning, the old swordmaster let out a sad laugh:

"Disobedience? What a great God! ”

In the sarcastic words, the old sword saint's expression suddenly rendered a layer of divine brilliance, filled with the will called 'sacrifice'.

He didn't have long to live, and the only thing he could do at the moment was to try to hold off the other party and buy time for his disciples.

"My disciple, go quickly, get out of here, leave Prometheus, and don't forget what you promised me!"

"The blood of the savage, never give in!"

With a desperate roar, the old swordmaster charged towards the god.

The broken knife in his hand disintegrated at this moment, and the fragments stirred up a dusk-colored sword qi, the color became more and more vivid, more and more gorgeous, and the soul that was indeed burning rapidly under the extremely shining beauty.

Like a moth, it pounces on a burning living fire.

Remnant Yang Road: Light Moth Shadow!

A sword that sacrifices one's life, the condition for launching is not strength, but life!

Infuse all of your life into your weapon and deal 2.5 times your own HP to enemy units with a sword of death!

Jade and stone are burned, this is a swordsmanship that will end up together!

"My disciple, I don't want you to use it."

This was the last blessing left by the old sword saint who had burned himself to his only disciple.

Hull looked sad, his round eyes bloodshot, but not a single tear remained.

Night, however, ignored this, dragging Hel and fleeing, the wand activated in an instant using the last time of the Old Sword Saint to finally escape the predicament.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had come to the uninhabited wilderness.