Chapter 310 Patterns on Shells (Asking for Monthly Tickets and Recommendation Tickets)

"Delaying time will only make your death more painful later. Let's see where you go!"

The scar-faced knight gritted his teeth and said, the skin on his forehead twitching unconsciously, obviously enduring the pain, and other negative emotions easily came to his mind. After refining the black-red blood source beads, even though he had mastered stronger power, the strange energy was tearing at every muscle in his body and surging violently in his body, making it difficult for him to calm down.

Seeing Leiter turning the corner, the scar-faced knight immediately followed without hesitation, but what he didn't expect was that right above his head, three ground thorns suddenly appeared from the belly of the earth-walking dragon. One on the left front, one on the right rear, and one in the center, all falling from three angles like swords of judgment. Under the shadow of the earth dragon's body, the earthy yellow luster is even more dazzling. The three earth thorns It didn't exert any concussive force, but it blocked the scar-faced knight's path to chase Leiter and prepare to run out of the belly of the earth-walking dragon and tilt to the left.

Kakaka

Three dim sword lights flickered, and the scar-faced knight cut the thorn into several pieces with his sword and scattered them around.

At this moment, the scar-faced knight's body stopped in place, and he couldn't help but twitch. A flash of pain flashed in his eyes again, and then he suppressed it. There were black lines floating on his face, like a few earthworms slowly squirming. Generally speaking, under the shadow covered by the body of the earthly dragon above the head, it looks particularly penetrating.

"Although the power given to me by the leader has strong restraint on mysteries, the side effects are too great! It doesn't matter, the other party has been holding on for so long just now, and the consumption of mental power is not ordinary. Hurry up, the other party will be able to stand up soon. Don’t stop!”

The scar-faced knight gritted his teeth and comforted himself as he rushed out of the shadow-covered area, just in time to see Leiter looking straight at him from the front left. He was no longer riding a sand wolf, but stood with three sand wolves. Behind him, he was calm and relaxed.

"It's time to end..." Leiter said softly.

"Um?"

The scar-faced knight was just doubtful, but the next moment he sensed a fatal crisis, and his long-term combat intuition sent shivers down his spine. Quietly, just after escaping from the shadow area covered by the Earthly Dragon, it unexpectedly reappeared.

He looked up, and at some point, the sky seemed to be covered by an earthy yellow thundercloud, and the sky became gloomy.

"not good!"

At this moment, the scar-faced knight regained some of his sanity, figured out Leiter's plan, and realized that something was wrong. However, the magic of the cone rain technique had been completely condensed, and the endless cone thorns fell crazily like raindrops from the sky, exuding an eerie atmosphere. Countless buzzing sounds.

When it fell on the ground, it was like a bomb, with endless rumbling sounds, blasting out small craters, sending rubble everywhere, and filling the air with smoke.

On the other side, Locke was fighting with another pale knight. Fortunately, he had the speed and mystery close by to ensure he was invincible. Otherwise, he would have been completely defeated by the strange blood mist. Seeing the scene in the sky and recalling Lei Te's prompt, he lowered his eyelids and quickly moved out of the range covered by the Cone Rain Technique.

When the Pale Knight caught up with him, Locke also took the risk to turn around, holding the sword with one hand and making countless sword marks. These wind sword marks were densely packed, intertwined in the air, and unexpectedly converged into an irregular wind barrier, hitting the The pale knight was pushed directly to the edge of the cone rain technique.

At this time, three awls fell, one destroyed the left half of the body, one destroyed the right arm, and the other pierced the thigh, causing it to scream in agony. Using both hands and feet, he hurriedly climbed out of the danger zone.

At this time, a green thin sword suddenly appeared and was pressed against his throat.

Locke said coldly: "Tell me your origin and spare your life. Otherwise, you will die!"

The cold sword tip made the pale knight tremble, but there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, a fanatical belief rose up and he laughed crazily:

"Haha, it's useless. You are too weak. The world will eventually crawl at the feet of the leader!"

"Leader?" Locke frowned and was about to continue asking who the leader was. The next moment his pupils shrank suddenly and he retreated in horror. The Pale Knight exploded directly in front of his eyes, killing him on the spot!

"This sect is really weird, there are people who are willing to die for it..."

Locke sighed, quickly put away these thoughts, and looked at the battlefield ahead. He saw that under the endless cone rain, the scar-faced knight still had the energy to dodge, and even the blood-mist sword in his hand was danced to make it airtight. , waving a sword barrier directly above, the cone thorn exuding concussive power, facing the blood mist is like encountering the most powerful enemy. Although it is menacing, it is like water and fire blending together, it is difficult to completely break through the obstacle, it is difficult to Causing horrific lethality.

Seeing this scene, Leiter clenched his fists and looked a little ugly. Although the scar-faced knight was difficult to deal with, he was not too worried. Instead, he was aware of the subtleties. If these knights were really trained by the Blood God Cult Master, did the Blood God Cult Master possess stronger power? Even Xuanyao can't exert its obvious advantages. If it is cultivated in batches in the future, wouldn't it be a disaster for the world? The consequences will be even more terrifying than those of the orcs!

"No, if the leader of the Blood God really has such a powerful power, the five saints at the beginning should not have seriously injured him, and the other party would not have been hiding for so long..."

Leiter's eyes flickered, and after a second thought, he rejected his guess. He thought that the other party had only accelerated its layout in the past few decades, and in recent years it had even been collecting corpses crazily. Regardless of the risk of exposure, it stole extraordinary corpses everywhere. Perhaps this power was still in the experimental stage...

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"...

At this time, several arrows struck from outside the battlefield one after another, and the blue light was exerted with extreme speed. At a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye, it broke through the outer layer of light armor and penetrated into the body of the scar-faced knight.

"Uh...ah!"

The scar-faced knight knitted his brows together and let out a cry of pain, accompanied by the squirming black lines, which was indescribably weird. The terrifying destructive power caused by the seven extremely fast arrows made it difficult for him to suppress the pain in his body. His body twitched on the spot, black and red blood flowed out from the wound, and the blood mist barrier danced by the long sword above his head also quickly disappeared. Apparently he was on his own!

At this time, the cone rain technique was also coming to an end, but hundreds of cone thorns still fell down, bombarding them wildly with the power of shock.

Boom boom boom

The explosion lasted for more than half a minute before it ended.

When the smoke cleared, the scar-faced knight's body was no longer complete. Locke, who had been observing the battle, looked around, lightly shrugged the tip of his nose, and felt the breath of the wind. When he found that there were no more enemies, his tense nerves relaxed slightly.

Arriving next to Leiter, Locke breathed a sigh of relief and said with emotion: "It's finally over. These three enemies that suddenly appeared are really weird. I have never been exposed to this kind of power in the past. Leiter, what do you think about these people?" Do you know anything about it? Have you heard of a similar situation before?”

"I don't know." Leiter shook his head and did not continue on this topic. Instead, he said solemnly: "Locke, Ledros is still on the way. You are the fastest. Go over and provide support first. I Worried they might be attacked on the road too!”

Hearing this, Locke's expression became solemn and he said, "That makes sense. I'll go meet Ledros first, and you can follow me later."

"Well, pay attention to safety on the road." Leiter warned.

Locke nodded, turned into a ray of green light, and disappeared from the spot.

Leiter breathed a sigh of relief and waited for a few minutes. Taking advantage of this unoccupied time, Leiter quickly gathered the bodies of the three pale knights together. Even though some of these corpses were no longer complete, Leiter also I collected them carefully and did not miss any piece of minced meat.

After the collection was completed, looking at the bloody scene in front of him, Leiter calmly took out the shell from the space ring, placed it next to the three corpses, and looked at the scene in front of him anxiously.

A few months have passed since the last time I replenished energy for the shell, not to mention that the amount of energy replenished last time was quite scarce, and it was incomparable to the natural flow of energy. Without the help of shells, the fate points consumed by the breakthrough would have been greatly increased. If it is not supplemented and completed, it will affect his subsequent plan to break through the sanctuary.

Leiter held the shell in his hand and first came into contact with the two weaker pale knights, placing them one by one on his chest. There was a reaction soon, and the purple flesh and blood surged, as if it was being pumped out, and quickly got into the shell.

Leiter's eyes lit up and it seemed to be working, so he stood there and waited quietly for half a minute before the shells stopped swallowing. This time is much longer than the three knights who blocked the way during the march. Leiter put the shell in his hand and felt it through his spiritual power. Sure enough, he could detect that the energy was more abundant, but it was still a little short of perfection.

Then, he looked at the scar-faced knight. His hands and feet were missing, but his chest was relatively intact. Leite nodded. He also had some experience now. Generally, the blood god leader's storage location in the body of these subordinates is located in the chest. Inside.

He put the shell on it, but in the next moment, something unexpected happened. As soon as the shell came into contact with the blood in the scar-faced knight's body, it burrowed in like a hungry wolf, and the devouring power emanated from his body. The power continued to rise and quickly reached a limit, and the blood and minced meat around him surged crazily.

Leiter watched the magical scene unfold with his eyes fixed, his legs stretched straight, and soon he noticed the difference. Compared with the past, the blood that got into the shell was not purple-red, but black-red. It was more evil and weird than what I had seen before.

"A more advanced power..." Leiter narrowed his eyes slightly, recalling that in recent years, the blood source beads he had come into contact with had changed from blood red, to purple red, and then to this black-red blood, each time it became weirder. Stronger every time. Just like the scar-faced knight just now, his strength is obviously a level stronger than the other two, and I'm afraid it has something to do with this black and red blood!

Leiter took a deep breath, suppressed these things in his heart, and always paid attention to the changes in the shell. As time passed bit by bit, the color of the shell began to gradually turn black, and soon it returned to the state when Leiter first mastered it.

What Leiter didn't expect was that the swallowing of the shell did not stop. The entire surface had returned to a shiny black color. He continued to swallow it for more than ten seconds, and a faint line appeared on the surface of the shell!

"Um?"

Leiter's pupils shrank, he looked intently, and observed carefully that the lines that suddenly appeared were beginning to gradually extend. It was a kind of void color, drawing a smooth arc, but suddenly stopped moving.

At this time, the shell also stopped devouring it, and lay quietly on the chest of the scar-faced knight. It was dark and shiny, exuding a moist aura, as if a faint mist had condensed around it.

This change was beyond Leiter's expectation. He picked up the shell and his face changed slightly. The devouring aura coming from the shell became stronger, stronger than when he first got it in the home of Mo Zhaxi's descendant. Although It's not obvious, but he can definitely feel it! In fact, he needs to mobilize more mental power to resist.

And the sudden appearance of the lines on the shell also made him curious, but it seemed that the amount of blood in the Scarface Knight's body was not enough for the shell to continue swallowing, and the lines stopped extending.

"Could it be that the fragments of the fishman artifact are related to the Blood God Master?" Lei Te was a little suspicious. After a moment, he shook his head secretly and fell into thought: "Maybe it's just a coincidence... But then again, it seems that the number of times the Pale Knight appeared in the simulation is not many? This means that even the Blood God Master cannot be cultivated in large quantities at present. There must be some kind of limitation or defect... It will be a bit difficult to meet the Scarface Knight again in the future..."

Gathering the messy thoughts, there is something more important in front of him-in order to prevent Locke and Ledros from coming over and noticing the abnormality later, he needs to clean up the battlefield as soon as possible.

First, he searched these people and found nothing useful. Then he burned and ashed them as usual, leaving no handle.

Half an hour later.

Locke and Ledros hurried over with their team, rumbling footsteps and raising a cloud of dust.

"How was it, did you encounter any danger on the road?" Rhett approached him as if nothing had happened, and asked seriously.

Ledros shook his head: "We are fine, but you were attacked by three sky knights just now?"

"Yes, and they don't look like people from other legions. I checked and they are not disguised." Rhett looked at Locke and said, "Have you seen those three people on the cold current defense line?"

"No." Locke looked solemn and hesitated: "Could it be... traitors bribed by the orcs?"

"It's possible!" Ledros didn't know the truth and was still kept in the dark. He looked at Rhett: "Didn't you say you knew the whereabouts of the high-level orcs? They are going now Which direction. "

Rhett shook his head regretfully: "They should have been around here, but I lost them and now I don't know where they are."

"Lost?" Ledros frowned, then sighed and comforted: "It doesn't matter, the high-level orcs are not stupid soldiers. So many days have passed, and I don't know where they ran to. Besides, this operation encountered an accident. If we encounter high-level orcs again, it will undoubtedly make things worse. In this way, we are lucky. "

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