FWF Chapter 289 Scene 39 Bloody IV
Chapter 289 Scene 39 Bloody IV
Chapter 289 No.30 Nine Acts of Blood IV
The view turns to the outer corridor.
Blood was scattered, and the remains of several professionals hung on the gravel, and half of them had already died under the giant sword.
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Heavy and oppressive, everyone stopped their meaningless shouts and roars, and still resisted tenaciously.
Cold light staggered, blood flew, and rocks exploded.
The situation on the side of the professionals was beyond description. They tried their best and even sacrificed their lives against the red-armored barbarians.
Yet the death did not stop.
In the long darkness of the world, suffering has many colors.
Human emotions are the most abundant.
The rage of the wronged, the cruelty of the greedy, the blood of the miserable.
At this moment, the suffering inflicted on these professionals is cruel and bloody.The whippings again and again left numerous scars on the bodies, wills, and souls of the professionals.
boom! ! !
The giant sword shattered the heads of two barbarians who were stubbornly resisting, leaving only five professionals in the team.
Amber Merova, Zhu Lan, Senior, and a necromancer and a paladin.
"Why did it become like this?"
I never thought it would become like this, Amber suppressed the angry shouts in her heart, she asked the mysterious voice for help many times, but there was no response.
The living companions were smashed to pieces one after another, and Amber couldn't shake each other even after exhausting her magic power.
She gritted her teeth, the golden color in her pupils gradually faded along with the color of pain.
Thunder, fire, ice, and even Westmarch's secret methods are powerless in the face of the power gap.
"You have to find a way to escape"
Zhu Lan was half-kneeling aside, her hair was wet with sweat, she endured the feeling of vomiting from exhaustion of mana, and exhaled with difficulty.
There are not many people protecting Amber.
Senior gritted his teeth, glanced at the paladin and necromancer in front of him, and took a few steps back with a downcast face.
A few meters ahead, the red-armored barbarian stepped onto the steps, getting closer and closer.
"White hot!"
"Let the light bless my blade!"
The paladin shouted resolutely, swung his broadsword persistently, and bravely faced the red-armored barbarian in front of him.
His back is very tragic.
Ding! ! !
The swung broadsword slashed on the body of the giant sword, leaving one like the hundreds of shallow marks on the door, which was then bounced away by the surging force.
thump.
muffled sound.
His icy eyes fell on the empty door opened by the paladin, and his ferocious red left fist hit straight, smashing his chest down.
Before he spewed out the hot blood, the cold light that followed immediately swept across his neck, and his vision immediately vacated.
thump.
The weak body fell limp and fell heavily to the ground.
"Bone armor."
The eyes of the Necromancer nearby were wide open, he endured the pain of overdrawing, and once again condensed the bone armor.
The flying bone spirit surrounded his body, but before it could be fixed, the shadow of the huge sword covered it.
boom! ! !
Once again, blood overflowed under the turbulent smoke, and the rich smell continued to stimulate the nostrils of the three remaining professionals.
The red-armored barbarian's eyes flicked between Amber, Zhu Lan, and Senior, and finally stopped on Senior.
A trace of doubt flashed across the eyes under the terrifying red helmet.
The assassin in front of him had a strange aura, which seemed to be a power of other nature.
"call"
Senior let out a foul breath. He wanted to cooperate with his companions to confront the red-armored barbarian several times before, but was stopped by Zhu Lan and the nearby professionals.
"If we can't stop that fallen man, you have to cover Amber Merrowa to leave here."
Those professionals told him so.
Being able to be entrusted with such an important task, it is natural that Senior is the most outstanding among these professionals.
This is also the reason why the eyes of the red-armored barbarian stay on him for a moment.
The footsteps stopped.
"Are you ready to avenge your companions?"
As if to demonstrate, the red-armored barbarian calmly turned the sword towards Senior so that he could clearly see the countless scratches on it.
Every scratch is a bloody massacre.
Out of long-term caution, the red-armored barbarian deliberately provoked Senior, preparing to let him strike first.
What a calm, terrifying, and unrevealed enemy.
"The knight must win."
As if chanting a mantra, Senior opened his eyes wide, golden lines erupted on his smooth forehead, very much like the Westmarch circle used by Amber.
There seemed to be prayers coming from all around.
An illusory figure appeared behind Senior, and his originally bright eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, becoming blurry.
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Almost as soon as the golden lines appeared, several words popped up in the red-armored barbarian's mind.
He saw the essence of the golden lines at a glance.
Holy Word of the Cathedral of Light, Westmarch Spell.
These two spells are very unique, and in some respects they are superior to the skills of the Horadrim system.
The somewhat weird assassin professional in front of him actually mastered these complicated mysteries, which made the red-armored barbarian amazed.
However, what happened next moment was completely beyond the red-armored barbarian's expectations.
"Hjknb."
Some kind of hastening spell.
Senior's body was filled with light, and he glanced coldly at the red-armored barbarian, then retreated suddenly, leaving behind a bright light that quickly climbed up the gap in the gray wall on the left, and then disappeared.
In one go, without any hesitation.
Everyone, including the red-armored barbarian, was stunned for a moment.
Immediately, Zhu Lan and Amber showed unconcealable joy.
For them, no matter what kind of professional they are, as long as they can escape from here, they can report the situation.
Senior may have acted selfishly, but he was right.
"It was unexpected."
There was no irritation in the tone of voice, it was still calm.
The red-armored barbarian's face remained unchanged, he raised his chin, and swung the huge sword in his hand, pointing the sword point at Zhu Lan who was limp on the ground.
Her bright black eyes dimmed a lot.
With a puff, it easily penetrated into her lower abdomen, and blood spurted out. The latter turned pale and let out a muffled snort.
"You devil!"
"I curse you! Go to hell! Go to hell!"
After reacting, Amber screamed angrily, and then looked at Zhu Lan, whose eyes were distracted, in panic.
Her voice was no longer as elegant as before, and it was already a little torn hoarse.
Immediately, the red-armored barbarian turned the hilt of his sword, directly gouging out a terrifying blood hole, and the blood spewed out, bloody and abnormal.
Totally fatal trauma.
Sizzling, blood dripped on the ground, and bubbles appeared.
The blood-stained giant sword was drawn back neatly, and the red-armored savage didn't even look at it, but took it back behind his back.
He turned around and left simply, Tengteng, the subtle sound of his boots scraping against the gravel was extremely clear at this moment.
Strangely enough, he ignored Amber's presence.
The world is extremely quiet at this moment, and the sound of footsteps echoes in the ears, making people feel at a loss.
Is this the end?
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Amber froze suddenly.
Uncontrollable anger washed over his heart.
There is the humiliation of the other party leaving his life, and the grief and indignation of the death of a friend.
She lowered her head, tried her best to open her eyes wide, and looked at the beautiful familiar face at her feet, but it was beginning to become unfamiliar.
A cold feeling came from the fingertips.
Grit, gnash, gnash.
Amber Merowa was forced to accept the facts.
The black-haired female mage who had been with her for a long time finally lost her strength and fell into a pool of blood like a broken flower.
(End of this chapter)