The Godsfall Chronicles

Crush! Kill again!

Cannibal trolls wield the hammer and slaughter in the crowd. Every time they wield, they create a flesh and blood wave, creating an indistinguishable mixture of bones and meat!

The iron wall made up of wilderness mob iron shields, the axe cutting down one warrior after another like harvesting wheat, the wilderness cavalry on both sides tried to circle the left and right wings for suppression, and the wilderness shooter took control of the field through a neat, long-range attack.

The number of sweepers may not be significant, but the battlefield completely overwhelms the camp fighters, who have little advantage over the mutants.

The cloud eagle picks up its weapon and is ready to wash with the surrounding warriors. There are no eggs under the nest. The camp warriors are dead and wounded. Even though fortunately, what good is life?

“Kid, don't be so impulsive. ”

The cunning fox fat palm held the eagle down.

The mad dog said indifferently: "The survival of the black flag camp today is not luck, the number of camp masters is not small, dozens of elites have not moved yet, why rush to death? “

The cloud hawks have some difficulty understanding the thoughts of the two mercenary captains.

Shouldn't the sweepers have made it to the point where they were slaughtered, causing hundreds of casualties in camps in minutes?

The wilderness thug chopped off the camp guard's head with an axe, and as he was about to find his next target, there was a huge man coming at him like a ghost. His speed was extreme, pure and without any modification, the action simply fell without dragging mud and water, slinging, swinging arms, facing head, punching!

Wilderness thugs are blocked by hundreds of battle shields. Shields are made of pure metal. Even ordinary bullets may not be able to shoot through them, but they will not be able to block each other's fists?

When!

It's like being hit by a hammer!

Big iron shield directly recessed a big pit!

The thug was struck by lightning and retreated, one step, two steps, the third heavy step, he roared furiously, the iron boots all stepped into the ground, like a nail nailed his body, his right arm waved the axe back, heavy axe blade swept heavily past.

The giant punch again!

Axe Blade Spark Splashes, Shatters, Strips!

The thug's fingers were broken and he finally showed his face of fear.

The third!

The sickness of the phantom, the thunder!

Wilderness thugs take off, chest armor collapses, ribs are broken, and internal organs can be severely damaged. Where does this look like a punch? I'm afraid I'd be hit hard by a car, but so be it!

“Huh?”

The mystery man is interested in staring at each other. This fierce and powerful warrior is not someone else, but the leader of the elite group at the Black Flag camp - the bear!

The bear was wearing a thick iron boxing bracelet, purely in comparison with the force, and I'm afraid it was no worse than a mad dog. After he had killed a wilderness thug in three boxes, he targeted a tall, strong ogre.

The ogre felt hostility and crisis. A pristine hammer seemed to have been salvaged in plasma meat, and the forces of terror caused a raging, painful wind in the moving process. A large amount of blood bead meat spilled out and spilled all over the bear.

Violent power.

Crazy momentum.

The bear did not retreat, facing the rain of flesh. When he avoided a heavy blow on his side, he smashed the cannibal knee bone with one punch. Then he stepped on the iron hammer, which could not be lifted in time, and his second foot stepped on the cannibal's thick arm.

Knock!

The ogre's right arm is folded directly.

The bear jumped high and punched the ogre in the jaw.

Even the helmet couldn't stop such a fierce force, the cannibal jaw even broke his teeth, and that huge body leaned back and fell over. The ogre stomped his chest back to the ground in anguish and angst as he was ready to get back on his feet.

Build up!

Punch again!

The bear's right fist directly smashed the ogre's ugly cheek, under the iron fist bombardment, purely blurred, almost indistinguishable from the ogre's original appearance.

Finally killed a horrible giant monster!

The elite captain is amazing!

This madness of violence and mastery instantly lifted the morale of one side of the camp.

The bear has some panting, thunderous offense, although fierce, but difficult to sustain, and a master like him also feels a little worked up.

The mystery man made a slight laugh under his hood, seemingly careless of his men's death. He lifted his hand gently to give the order, and several archers pulled crossbows and fired several powerful steel arrows. A black figure, if the phantom pops up, incredibly fast, splits the arrows apart, another captain of the elite regiment, the wolf!

The two elite captains stood on their backs, the bears lifted their bloody boxers, and the wolves lifted their snowy knives.

“Careful. ”

“Same!”

Why do men say so much?

After years of living and dying with each other, the two men had become acquiescent. It was very reassuring to hand over their backs to each other. Dozens of thugs and cannibals surrounded them. Other elite fighters of the elite group supported them, and both sides were suddenly caught in brutal strangulation.

The bear roared in a bitter battle: "Yellow Springs, do you want to wait until we die? ”

In fact, frankly, there is such an idea. If the elite group is seriously frustrated, the status of Yellow Springs mercenaries will surely be greatly improved.

That's a good thing!

Two guys aren't weak, how can they die so fast?

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.” The cloud eagle is so despicable towards the fat man, "the camp's life and death are at stake, how can you think of your own interests! ”

The cunning fox glared at the cloud eagle and said, "Just keep your fucking mouth shut! Stand back! ”

“You're not going up on me!” The cloud eagle shows its absolute colour: “Sooner or later, they're all dead, so let's fight them! ”

“You son of a bitch! ”

When the cunning fox remembered that Huang Quan seemed to owe the bear a favor, he took another look at the sweeper leader who had never moved. There was a slight expression of regret in his heart. The main reason he had been reluctant to do it was because he didn't understand the details of the other party.

Even if the cunning fox doesn't have a more sensitive intuition than the beast, it still has the most basic judgment. In fact, the black flag camp does not necessarily have any resistance at all in terms of sweeper size alone, and the maximum variable may appear on this person.

The cunning fox wants to wait for the other party to start to understand the other party's abilities.

This mysterious guy still didn't have the idea to do it, and the cunning fox couldn't wait any longer. He had to make a gesture: “Let's do it too! ”

Finally?

Eagle, get your shotgun in your hand and get ready for battle.

“You rookies, don't mess around!” The mad dog leaned down slightly, his face scarred and a strip began to twist, his body twisted like an earthworm, his body tightened like a bow string to the extreme, “I go first! ”

He stepped into the ground and shot out like a shell.

With a strong wind and a whistle, the mad dog is gone.

Come on, come on!

Too soon.

Crazy dogs are not evolutionists of agility, and under the full force of physical force, his speed will not be lost to ordinary agile evolutionists.

Two wilderness thugs face fast coming mad dogs to defend themselves.

Instead of slowing down, the mad dog roared to rush faster, and all this rage created an illusion that even if it was a mountain in front of him, he could smash it open.

Wilderness thugs have never encountered such a crazy human being, but it's just a slight glimpse, and two axes are lifted to the shadow.

Boom, boom!

The cunning fox pulled his gun without even aiming, his arms threw forward, two flames erupted, and two wilderness thugs fell directly back.

Crazy dogs grabbed two axes and stepped on their heads. The hard-boiled thugs broke their necks and eventually jumped more than six meters high. The two axes flashed a round of brilliant cold rays into an ogre.

This emptying is very dangerous.

Because no matter how powerful they are, people can't move in the middle of the air.

The sweepers have been through hundreds of wars, and of course they missed a great time when two sweepers pulled their bows open to prepare a mad dog with an arrow running through the sky.

Two more gunshots!

Two bullets penetrated the crowd precisely, instantly through the heads of the two sneakers, and the bowstrings didn't pull open in time, straightening up and falling to the ground.

Crazy dog from beginning to end, focused on his goals, he growled even more powerful than wild animals.

When!

Two thick axe blades accompany the body and cut heavily on the head of the ogre.

Axe blade, helmet, cannibal brain.

The three broke apart together!

The cannibal demon's body was lifted up by a raging amount of violence, and the brain spilled all over the air, eventually smashing heavily on the ground like a meat mountain.

Crazy dog's expression twisted a crazy smile, which smashed the ogre's hands too hard to crack the tiger's mouth, but he could no longer feel the pain, two bright machetes pulled out of the waist, destroying and decaying several wilderness thugs, even a shield axe handle armor, chopped together with flesh and bones.

It's amazing!

Whether it's a camp elite or a Yellow Springs mercenary, the strength of several captains is shocking! With such a powerful man, the camp may still have hope of holding!

The cloudhawk felt an icy and bitter slaughter, although not his target, but the slaughter was too cold to beat, giving him the feeling of falling from the heat into the ice cave, every cell frozen.

The source of the killing was the cloak man, who had never reacted.

The cloud eagle cautioned, "Be careful, the man is about to strike! ”

The cunning fox was slightly stunned, "Oh, really? ”

The Mystery Man has two straight knives in his sleeve, like a letter in the mouth of a dangerous snake. The mystery man's strange eyes are like a deep black sea, where the horrors of death sweep in.

Not run out, pop out, shoot out, throw out.

The entire state of motion did not conform to the physical laws, the moment before still, the next second flew out, without acceleration, the speed was incredible, that light state was as if not bound by gravity, the broken and rotten cape floated in the wind, more like a pair of demons comfortably unfolding black wings.

Coming!

Finally!