[Update Time] 2011-12-30 09:23:55 [Word Count] 3087
"Not going to talk? Then so be it?" Under the slightly gloomy shadows of the alley and the faint starlight, the figure slowly drew the greatsword from his back. " Frank Lampard, the Leo Saint Twelve Houses of the Zodiac King of Chambord, is here to kill!"
King of Chambord?
At this moment, the Blood Blade mercenaries finally understood the source of the trouble.
It's actually the King of Chambord?
Is he really the King of Chambord?
"Everyone, charge... kill!" [ Earth Tiger ] Cahill had a change of heart. He slowly retreated, waving his hands forward to signal his trusted men to rush forward, while he himself began to calculate possible escape routes.
But, in the next instant—
make a fist.
Centered on Lampard's fist, a blinding white light burst forth in the darkness.
This was a point of light as bright as lightning, radiating incredible light. All the Blood Blade mercenaries felt a sharp pain in their eyes. Then, countless intricate yet clearly visible rays of light, like fish, emerged from this point of light, piercing through the boundless darkness.
Lightning Lightspeed Fist!
The Blood Blade mercenaries only saw a blur before their eyes, and the figure vanished.
Everyone stood silently in place, astonished to find their bodies seemingly out of control. Just as they were filled with bewilderment, suddenly, "Bang bang bang bang bang..." a series of rapid punches struck their bodies, armor, and weapons. Everyone stared in disbelief, their souls trembling, to find shocking dents appearing on each other's bodies out of thin air, as if they had been struck by invisible fists. A series of cracking sounds, like bones breaking, rang out from their bodies, even [ Earth Tiger ] Cahill was no exception.
The only exceptions were the two figures struggling inside the sacks.
"Good... good... so fast... punch... me... you..."
His gaze began to glaze over, and [ Earth Tiger ] Cahill finally realized that the lightning-like light that had burst forth in the darkness was actually the trajectory of his opponent's punch. The full speed was simply too fast, so fast that even his eyes could no longer keep up with it. It was so fast that only when the man in front of him finished throwing the punch did everyone feel the terrifying power of the punch shatter their bodies.
Such a punch is impossible to Avoid.
What level of skill does this kind of punch represent?
Such strength, even within the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps, would be no less than that of the leader, yet such a person willingly obeyed the orders of King of Chambord...
Just how terrifying is the power of the Chambord Archer?
By this time, life was fading away, and the dying [ Earth Tiger ] Cahill finally understood what kind of enemy the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps had offended. He also realized that tonight's events were far more than a simple surprise attack and decapitation; the terrifying King of Chambord had likely devised a far more elaborate and horrific plan, ensuring that not a single member of the Blood Blade Mercenary Corps would escape.
Bang bang bang bang bang!
A cloud of blood mist exploded in the air.
The Blood Blade mercenaries' bodies shattered like bombs, bone fragments, flesh scraps, and broken internal organs staining the walls red. The horrific scene was caused by Lampard's [ Lightning Lightspeed Fist ], which blasted into the mercenaries' bodies with tremendous force, destroying every inch of their vitality and then exploding them.
He died without a complete corpse.
"Waaaaah..." Frightened struggles and sobs came from the sack that had fallen to the ground.
Lampard turned and looked around, frowning.
Just then, a figure appeared, sprinting through the streets, and froze upon seeing the scene. "Uh... they've already killed them all? Oh no, I'm too late!"
"Hahaha, this road is blocked."
Under the faint starlight, the Heng and Ha, the Two Scoundrels had already Summon the Star Cloth of Capricorn and Taurus. With the dark, divine Cloth as their backdrop, the two stood in the very center of the east street like two steel-forged gods of slaughter, their cold demeanor radiating cruel sneers. Their pupils beneath their masks gleamed with ruthless malice, their bodies like two towering mountains, completely blocking the path of the thirty or forty Blood Blade mercenaries.
Who is it?
"Get out of here!"
"Court death!"
"Kill!"
The Blood Blade mercenaries, fleeing for their lives, paused. Taking advantage of their superior numbers, they brandished their gleaming weapons and surged towards the two like a tidal wave, attempting to escape in multiple directions. These mercenaries varied in strength; some were ordinary warriors who hadn't yet generated Dou Qi vortex, while others were Three-Star Class minor experts. Fierce Lizard, one of the Blood Blade's six great Tony, was also hidden among them, gathering his strength, intending to seize the opportunity to break through...
but--
"Hahaha, the wrath of Taurus beneath the stars... [ Great Horn ]!"
"The blade of God that judges evil... [ The Holy Sword Excalibur ]!"
Under the starlight, two burly figures charged towards the Blood Blade mercenaries. Behind them, a huge, strong golden bull with its head bowed and charging forward, and an ancient, giant sword totem phantom soaring into the sky and piercing the stars appeared indistinctly. Two completely different, violent forces materialized, and two black streaks of light flashed in an instant.
The next moment, the streak of light vanished.
Drogba and Pierce had already appeared behind the crowd.
All the figures that had rushed forward remained standing still in their previous positions.
Including Tony [ Embracing Lizard ], whose longsword was only half-drawn before he lost the chance to continue drawing it.
Their armor shattered, their longswords and broadswords shattered, their clothes shattered, their helmets shattered, their bones shattered, their skulls shattered, their chests shattered... everything began to shatter.
Shattered to pieces!
Blood stained the entire street red. The scene was like being trampled and smashed by a huge, incomparable monster, or pierced by an invisible Sharp Sword. Amid the clanging of armor and weapon fragments falling to the ground, not a single Blood Blade mercenary survived.
The Heng and Ha, the Two Scoundrels turned around, both very satisfied with the effect of their ultimate move.
"It feels so good to pretend to be a pro! Hey, I took down twenty-five... [Full text summary] Haha, more than you!" Drogba counted the corpses lying on the ground and gloated.
"His Majesty often teaches us that quantity doesn't matter, quality is king. Look closely, among the Blood Blade scum who fell under the Excalibur, there's a Four-Star Class Intermediate Stage Earth-Element Dou Qi warrior, probably one of the Blood Blade's six great generals or something..." Pierce stroked his chin, retorting sarcastically.
Just then, a ripple appeared in the air.
Inzaghi's hurried figure emerged from the void, glanced at the densely packed, Blood Blade corpses, and three black lines appeared on his forehead. "Uh... all killed again? I'm late again!"
Boom boom boom boom boom--!
The last burst of rapid bowstring vibrations ceased, and the magical elemental aura that permeated the air finally faded.
In the alleys south of the Blood Blade headquarters, sixty or seventy humanoid ice pillars and charred humanoid figures were densely packed together. These pitiful Blood Blade mercenaries were powerless against the dual magic arrows of ice and fire. Under the faint starlight, Elena, holding the [ Battle Gate Bow of the Deadly Rose ] and clad in exquisite magical leather armor like a battle Valkyrie, showed no emotion in her eyes. At this moment, she was the absolute god of slaughter in the Diablo World. The powerful magical aura surging around her began to conceal itself. She stood still, closed her beautiful eyes, and recovered her magic power while waiting for the next wave of Blood Blade mercenaries to arrive.
Inzaghi arrived madly, his entire body drenched in sweat, wisps of white steam rising from his face. He nearly tripped at the sight before him. "Sister Elena, you... you're fast too?"
"Hey, Fernando, let me ask you a favor. Could you refrain from taking action next time? Let me avenge my compatriots who died unjustly in the mines."
Looking at the countless Blood Blade mercenaries riddled with Torres' lightning-fast arrows, Warden Oleg realized that his [ Sekishiki Shock Wave ] was too slow. Often, before the energy could even be unleashed, the enemies were already dead. He felt like the unluckiest customer in the world, always just reaching climax before being told his time was up and he'd have to pay more if he wanted more...
"Okay!" Torres agreed.
Just then, a series of hurried footsteps sounded in the distance, and a dozen or so Blood Blade mercenaries, fleeing for their lives, rushed over with bloodshot eyes.
"Haha, this time watch my... Corpse Qi Shockwave..."
Boom boom boom boom!
A series of rapid bowstring twangs rang out first, and the Blood Blade mercenaries on the opposite side fell to the ground like stalks of wheat under a farmer's sickle.
Warden Oleg stared wide-eyed at the blond boy Torres, his mouth agape. Before he could even utter the last word, "Bo," he looked at him with hurt eyes, feeling an urge to burst into tears.
Torres: "Ah? Sorry, I forgot. Like His Majesty said... well, conditioned reflex... Heh heh, you know, just seeing these guys makes me furious, gives me an urge to draw my bow and shoot an arrow..."
Oleg: "But Fernando, you've said that six times already."
Torres: "Oh, really? I promise this is the last time."
Oleg: "You've said that four times already."
At this moment, Inzaghi, who had come rushing from afar, was almost in tears. He was leaning on his knees, panting heavily, his tongue lolling out from exhaustion. "Huff... huff... His Majesty... His Majesty has... has orders... huff... to delay as much as possible... huff... His Majesty has... has made a new discovery inside... huff, I'm exhausted..."
The golden skeleton stood silently in place, radiating golden light. Clearly, this 'person' had been dead for thousands of years, and his armor and clothing had long since decayed in the river of time.
However, Sun Fei felt as if a towering, insurmountable mountain stood before him, making him feel an irresistible urge to kneel and worship.
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