Nightfall broke out of the Thunder Fortress and returned to the battlefield.

Today's battle situation is still showing a one-sided decline, the goblin army has collapsed, the two demon toads and dozens of goblin warlocks want to force their way out, but they are surrounded by black orcs and fall into a brutal siege.

The Blood Axe and Hull have repeatedly tried to suppress Kaman Hunt, but in the end, they can often develop into a tug-of-war, and the three of them have been greatly consumed both physically and mentally, and each has a lot of scars on their bodies.

"Die to the ants!"

The Kaman Warlord shouted in a rage, the hammer of the demon skull in his hand swung again and again, and the terrifying demonic jaw poked out of its hideous and intertwined teeth, and a howling wind blew between the sweeps, forcing the Blood Axe and Hel back step by step.

In Kaman's eyes, there is no absolute victory is defeat, and he must not tolerate his own defeat as he is proud, and only by completely killing the two lowly orcs in front of him can he redeem his defeat.

At this moment, the night found the opportunity to join the battlefield.

Drawing the Sword!

The flashing sword light instantly pierced through the armor of the military master, and cracks appeared in this seemingly indestructible armor for the first time.

"Despicable sneak attackers!"

The Kaman Warlord, who was extremely angry, laughed instead, and the Demon Skull Hammer seemed to come to life at this moment, and slammed down on the night.

Night's twin knives crossed against the demon's fangs, and the powerful force pushed it out nearly 30 feet away, and two deep marks were also plowed under his feet.

The Blood Axe did not waste the slaves of the night, and jumped up with the battle axe in both hands, and slashed downward, as if holding the thunder of the sky and throwing it to the earth.

Martial Arts - Shake the Divine Strike!

The Sage silently assisted, holding the divine light in both hands and kneading it into a magnificent blade, and slashed at Kaman Hunting Soul with a dazzling gaze.

Stigmata: Blade of Wrath!

After the rage, most of the armor on the military master's body was shattered, his chest was sunken inward, and blood was spitting out from his mouth, and his expression was more than sluggish and angry, but it was still incredulous.

"Impossible!"

He was greeted by a scream from the Demon Skull.

The evil weapon was torn by the Plaguebringer, metal and flesh and bone fragments flew out, twisted souls were stripped and devoured by the Black Blade, and something even more terrifying and indescribable provided with a delicious snack.

Looking at the orcs who were stepping on the wreckage of their beloved weapon, the young warlord's heart was filled with an unprecedented sense of humiliation.

The Blood Axe and the Sage came slowly, and each of them stretched out a hand on the shoulder of the Black Orc Lord, firmly restraining him, and with an extreme sense of humiliation, Kaman ushered in his own sunset.

The warlords of Ondu won the war, but they lost their leader, and the orcs suffered a crushing defeat, struggling but still having their throats choked, but the price would be paid for decades of peace for the orc clan.

……

Since becoming a Gold Player, Blackblade has never been so close to death as it is today.

Asura is worthy of being a terrible race that competes with the gods, turning pure flesh into the most extreme killing weapon, and every move and style used at will has reached the point of perfection, and the simplest combat skills will also be upgraded to martial arts in their hands.

The two fought hundreds of times in a short period of time, the first 20 times the black blade had the upper hand, the middle 20 times the two sides tied each other, and the last 60 times the Gali had the upper hand.

Feeling the deadly threat, the black blade instantly activates the power of stigmata on its body.

Stigmata: Blood!

Stigmata: The beast is out!

Stigmata: Lash of Pain!

Stigmata: Beast of Darkness!

Incarnated as the purest pitch-black beast, its physique, strength, and speed have greatly increased, but it is still suppressed.

The Shura woman's whole body was wrapped in orange-red flames, and every ornament on her body spewed out evil flames, and the rebellious divine power intertwined with the majesty that made the gods jealous and fearful.

The pitch-black beast let out a furious roar, and the blood dragon halberd slashed out, and the terrifying blood wave twisted and bloody, and the crescent moon descended on the enemy position in an instant.

Divine Art - Cruel Compassion!

Gari, on the other hand, sneered, and a three-headed and six-armed idol resurfaced behind him, dozens of strange blades swirling around him, screaming at the pitch-black beast in his manipulation.

Divine Art - Wheel Bad Demon Blade!

The battle of lore, the collision of divine arts, the final result, is a defeat for both sides!

The black blade was beaten out in the state of a 'pitch-black beast', and the forehead, chest, abdomen, and right knee were all scarred by the sharp blade, and the flesh and blood rolled up, filling the purple-black evil mist.

There was blood flowing down her sideburns on the forehead of the Shura woman, which was quite a strange beauty, and her slightly curled right arm had several criss-crossing scars on her wrist, as if she had been bitten by some fierce beast.

There was a slight coldness in Gali's expression of fanaticism:

"You dare not do your best to fight me, it seems that you are really not afraid of death!"

"Everyone will die, and everyone is afraid of death."

Blackblade replied.

"That's it, Your Highness, your sacrifice is not here."

At this point, there was no reason to continue, and despite the difference in strength between the two sides, it was not possible to take it without paying the price for the opponents, and the benefits of this sacrifice were obviously not proportional to the cost.

Despite having figured it out in her heart, Gari still sneered:

"Clown, there are still many masters who appreciate your clumsy acting skills!"

Unmoved, Blackblade placed his slightly deformed left hand behind him, and a terrible roar was clearly audible, but it lasted less than a few seconds before the screaming stopped abruptly, and Blackblade's arm returned to its original form.

Glancing at the black blade quite meaningfully, Gari turned and walked out, and said without looking back:

"I won't forget that smell, nostalgic abyss!"

As soon as the Shura girl left, the black blade suddenly relaxed her vigilance, and all the holy stigma in her body was almost the last step to complete the summoning of the gods, and no monarch, careerist, or hero would miss such an opportunity.

With only one last step, Black Blade was 60% sure that he would get rid of the troublesome Asura at the cost of his own serious injury, but now it seemed that the opportunity was gone.

Returning to his normal posture, Nightshade looked at the silver medalist who had been slumped to the ground.

The voters' faces were filled with horror, as if they had seen something they shouldn't have seen.

"How dare you ......"

However, before he could finish this, the black blade came to the elect and stabbed his two fingers into the eyes of the other man in a hook.

With the moment the optic nerve was severed, the screams of the electorate were terrible.

The black blade's expression is always indifferent and calm:

"No one can know, remember, no one!"