"Hurry up, hurry up!! Get out of here now! ”

Kafka was already sweating profusely, looking at the city gate not far away, and he waved his sword while calling for his men to evacuate. Although the damage caused to them by these undead creatures is very limited, Kafka has now increased his vigilance by 120,000 points. Although he was surrounded by his most elite soldiers, General Kafka felt sweating profusely, as if he had broken into a dragon's den alone.

It is no wonder that the battle-hardened general was so frightened............ No, or maybe it's because Kafka is so frightened because of his experience in a hundred battles, and if he changes to any of the other stunned youths, he may just sweep over with the army. What about the thousands of undead? It's not a bunch of low-level undead yet. Kafka led a legion with a quasi-four-fifths elite strength level, and if you judge the strength by Jenn's dungeon system, it means that the strength of this legion is two stars, which is already considered an upper-average combat unit. And those undead creatures are only at the level of one star, plus they have no self-consciousness and act completely on instinct, so the threat is greatly reduced. If Kafka had nothing else in mind, it would have been a little bit of a problem for his men to sweep away the undead in front of him.

If he didn't have anything else in mind.

But how could Kafka not have other ideas? After realizing that these undead creatures were not afraid of the sun, he immediately lost his bearings, and Kafka knew very well that the undead would not appear in vain, and these undead creatures must have been created by people. And the one who can create an undead creature that is not afraid of sunlight will definitely not be Yi Yi's generation, and the other party may also kill the three legendary powerhouses of the Golden City. From this point of view, maybe the undead here are not some evil gods or the demon kings under the nine abysses. No matter what it is, it's definitely not a master who can be easily dealt with. So he just wants to get out of here now, lest if there is a big boss in a while, then he will be in trouble!

It's no wonder that Kafka thought this way. In the end, he is just a "reinforcement", and the Golden City is not a city he needs to protect, so it is not worth sending his life here for the sake of the other party.

The combat effectiveness of the newly transformed undead is not very high, and Kafka is bent on leaving, so he returned to the city gate with his army without much effort, and then they can leave here as long as they open the city gate. And at this time...............

"Boom!!"

The flames rose from the ground, and the violent air flow mixed with the flames instantly enveloped the soldiers in front of them, and the originally tight formation immediately became much looser in this sudden explosion. I saw dozens of soldiers being blown into the sky like this under surprise. Then fall to the ground again. Seeing this scene, Kafka's face suddenly changed greatly.

Could it be an enemy attack?!!

As the elite of the Wild Lion Legion, this is not the first time these soldiers have encountered this situation, they quickly spread to the side, forming a loose formation.

But that's just the beginning.

"Boom!!"

As the soldiers dispersed, a series of sharp steel spikes suddenly rose from the ground, spreading out like blooming flowers from the bottom to the top, mercilessly penetrating the enemy above. Kafka even saw a steel spike burst out of the ground and stab straight into a soldier's ass. Then it soared with the heart-rending scream, and then it sprang as if it had gained some momentum, and the next moment with an abrupt scream, the hapless soldier was pierced through the steel thorn from the anus to the top of the head like a roast. Seeing Kafka, he couldn't help but tighten his chrysanthemum, and subconsciously glanced at the ground under his feet. He was sure that there was nothing there before. So where the hell did these traps come from?

Can't hesitate any longer!!

Thinking of this, Kafka no longer hesitated. He clenched the magic sword forged from pure gold in his hand and stared at the door in front of him. Then he slashed forward with his sword in both hands. I saw that with Kafka's movements, the silver-white sword blade whistled in the air and crossed an arc, and the next moment, the pure white sword qi swept forward like this, slashing straight towards the city gate in front of him.

Every swordsman who steps into the realm of legends has his own specialization, just as Gustav specialized in the wind, Kafka's specialization was force, and his swordsmanship was wild, exploding like a lion preying on its prey. The powerful sword qi condensed to the limit under the effect of the force, and even the stone slabs on the earth were shattered because of this powerful force. Immediately after that, he saw that the next moment, that sword qi hit the heavy city gate in front of him impartially.

Just a sword.

At the moment when the sword qi that seemed to be only the thickness of a finger hit the city gate, the entire city gate suddenly bulged outward, as if it was not a small sword qi that hit it, but an invisible huge fist. In the blink of an eye, the gate that was wrapped in iron sheets, tightly wrapped in solid wood and iron hoops, to block the enemy's invasion, shattered like a fragile plank, and flew upside down towards the outside of the city.

This is the true power of the legendary swordsman, one sword to break the city, one sword out of the city, and it was only at this time that General Kafka showed the strength that he should have as the commander of the Wild Lion Legion.

It's just a pity that he didn't have time to be proud of his achievements, because almost at the same time, Kafka felt a cold force attack on him like lightning, even if he felt like a legendary swordsman, he only felt the light flashing in front of his eyes, and then a breeze came towards him.

However, Kafka was naturally not stupid enough to be killed by the opponent with one blow, only to see him reverse the long sword, and a dazzling light appeared on the simple and sharp silver-white sword again, and then swung forward, colliding with the thunderous flash. Immediately afterwards, I saw dozens of sword lights and fires colliding with each other from time to time, and then a figure quickly retreated, landing lightly in front of the city gate like a bird.

Enoa stood there gracefully. She lifted the hem of the black dress in her left hand and held a sparkling one in her right hand. A scythe made of lightning condensation, and the whole person looks like a noble daughter who will attract attention at the upper-class ball. Even the soldiers couldn't help but lose their minds the moment they saw Enoa. The girl's beauty is as if she has merged the best part of life in heaven and earth. People can't help but indulge in it and can't extricate themselves.

But Kafka did not have the heart to admire the other party's beauty at the moment, on the contrary, he clenched his long sword, his face was pale, and he couldn't stop gasping. There was no admiration in his eyes when he looked at the girl in front of him, only horror. Because only Kafka knew what had just happened during the battle between the two sides.

High Undead!!

Looking at Enoa's beautiful figure standing in the sun, her whole person shining with a faint light. Kafka only felt his heart sink. He had already sensed that something was wrong during the attack just now, and every time he fought with the other party, Kafka could feel the power of death coming from the blade of the sword, like a battering ram, hitting his heart again and again. There were times when Kafka even felt like his heart was almost stopping, but fortunately, his strong physique as a legendary warrior allowed Kafka to resist the invasion of death and forcibly expel the icy chill of death.

And what can inflict this effect on an attack is something that only the undead can do. Looking at the beautiful young lady in front of her, it was obvious that she was not the same as those low-level undead creatures who could only scream, and even more terrible was her weapon.........

Thinking of this, Kafka once again glanced at the scythe in Enoa's hand, which was purely condensed by lightning, and could not help but feel a sore tooth -- the manifestation of the elements. This is a sign that the caster has reached the realm of legends. And judging from the battle between the two sides just now, this girl is not much more than herself in the level of hand-to-hand combat. A legendary level of demonic and martial arts dual cultivation exists, and the other party is also an undead creature with a natural attack with negative energy erosion............ Kafka felt that he might not be able to escape so easily today. But even so, he raised his sword. Stood in front of Enoa.

"Councillor Lantony, I'm going to leave here with these soldiers. Report to the Ten Towns what happened in the City of Gold!! ”

"This ..............."

Hearing Kafka's words, Lantoni's face changed slightly. Eventually, though, he nodded and led the rest of his soldiers to fight and retreat. Run in the direction of the city gates. Seeing this scene, Enoa's eyes also flashed with a cold light, and then the scythe in her hand quickly swung out, with a series of lightning bolts thrown in the direction of the soldiers.

"Don't get your way!!"

Kafka had long been aware of Enoa's actions, and reacted immediately when he saw her move. I saw him shout angrily, and even the human sword condensed into a silver-white phantom and stabbed straight into Enoya's body. But in the face of Kafka's attack, Enoa did not resist at all, the scythe in her hand did not stop slashing forward, and the next moment countless thunderbolts burst out like a long whip, roaring and falling heavily in the crowd of the army, and immediately saw hundreds of soldiers being blown away in this thunderstorm, and lost their lives in a blink of an eye.

But at this moment, Kafka's long sword had also arrived in front of Enoa.

The sharp pure gold sword pierced into Enoya's chest mercilessly, penetrating the petite girl in front of her completely, and then the element of "force" mixed with surging energy hit Enoya's body in an instant, making the delicate body of the girl in front of her who looked extremely weak suddenly bent like a shrimp. Next, if you go one step further, you can completely destroy the enemy in front of you.

And at this moment, Kafka's eyes suddenly caught an ominous glitter.

Relying almost entirely on battle-hardened instincts, he dodged his body to the side in time, dodging the slash from behind that could have split him in two, and the scythe that glittered with thunder fell quickly, cutting off General Kafka's right hand holding the sword with the same ease as slicing butter, which made him scream. But the next moment, I saw General Kafka leap backwards with such force, and the whole person suddenly turned into a meteor and flew through the city gate, not even his own sword, and disappeared into the far end of the horizon in the blink of an eye.

It was only at this time that Enoa fell quietly like a butterfly, and she opened her right hand, and the scythe condensed by thunder and lightning suddenly dissipated. Then he saw Enoa reach out and grasp the long sword that pierced her heart, and slowly pulled it out.

If it were an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would have died by this moment. But Enoa's expression didn't change in the slightest, and she pulled out the long sword that pierced her delicate body with all her might, and threw it aside. Then he turned his head and glanced at the horizon again, where there was no figure in the distance, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Everything was as Jenn had planned.

PS: Continue to ask for a monthly pass gorgeously............ (To be continued......)