During the charge, the lance actually delayed Liu Dangren's attack by one step, which made the gladiator almost laugh out loud.
Liu Dangren hates defense. Defending means allowing yourself and your followers to take a beating. He likes to attack because attacking makes the enemy get beaten.
But the gladiator in the lance state is really not at a disadvantage in attack.
Lao Liu's attack against attack really surprised him.
Although the lance in the gladiator's hand was slower, it still penetrated Liu Dangren's body.
It's so fast, you can't control it at all, right? Of course, maybe like me, you only need one or two such charges to learn to control speed, but it's not possible yet.
Liu Dangren was struck by a lance and could not adjust his hands. In the end, he and the gladiator penetrated each other and seriously injured each other.
Behind Liu Dangren was Wu Hui, who had been waiting for a long time.
Or maybe it's not Wu Hui, but Mu Qingsu and Wang Diewu.
The colorful stream of light fell together with the cyan sword light.
However, the gladiator changed direction and avoided it. Unexpectedly, the two of them turned back and wounded Wu Hui's two clones at once while his body was dripping with blood and the flames were burning. Du Ziming's tentacles tried to catch up, but were knocked away.
The lance gladiator walked away. He turned around and looked at them from a distance.
The wonderful siege and confrontation almost brought him down. And he successfully inflicted heavy injuries on himself, making Qiangqiang's life officially enter the countdown to death. Really good, very good.
Gladiators wanted to applaud them. Although he suppressed his strength and did not fight with all his strength, this was the most comfortable fight he had had in the past few hundred million years.
Looking back on the day when he beat up the Collector and took back the lance, he seemed to be in the same mood as he is now. Enjoyment, pleasure, and appreciation for a powerful enemy.
Although he once led the Demon King's army to charge like a knight to save the world and defeat the Black Death. But in the final analysis, a gladiator is still a gladiator, a demon who can forget everything else in order to fight.
The lance is just a tool to him, and he doesn't care about the meaning behind the weapon, nor does he care.
Charge is very useful and works well against the Black Death. That's what it's all about for Gladiators. The state of the cavalry gun itself is not very versatile, and gladiators don't use it much.
But the strength is there, even if the fuel is exhausted, Wu Hui and the others can still be penetrated by the encirclement.
If you hold this weapon, you are destined to die on the way to charge. Speaking of which, this knight's gun itself has a curse that will cause the holder to die violently, but the gladiator has long been able to ignore that curse.
At this time, the gladiator, who was already very weak, started charging again towards the three people who were also weak.
Liu Dangren, whose body was still being stitched up, reluctantly raised his weapon. Watching the figure of the knight mixed with blood and fire flying towards him.
In the starry sky, this may be the gladiator's last charge. He can really bring out the characteristics of the weapon to the extreme no matter what weapon he holds. Liu Dangren coughed dryly, spitting out blood, and tried his best to hold the weapon in his hand firmly.
Meet the gladiators' final charge here.
The meteor passed by, and perhaps there was no more powerful charge than this in the universe. If it were inside a large galaxy such as the Milky Way, the distribution of stars would probably be carved out with holes.
Like an eraser, the handwriting will be erased wherever it touches.
The gladiator came with a lance.
This was the last collision between the two sides and the final attack of the lance.
Wu Hui and Liu Dangren were all severely injured by this charge and were almost unable to recover. Du Ziming turned into a group of tentacles that occupied several light-years of starry sky, and took the charge abruptly, entangling it.
"It hurts." The flames burned Du Ziming's body.
Then he started to curse.
Wu Hui's Flame Old Liu and Wu Hui themselves are immune. But it was quite lethal to Du Ziming. He was annoyed by this.
Wu Hui must be secretly targeting me.
The tentacles reluctantly clung to the gladiator's armor, absorbing his life force. The movement of the gladiator's body became smaller and smaller, and it seemed that it had indeed reached its limit.
The fourth form ended when everyone was seriously injured.
"It seems that it will be difficult for us to return to normal when the fifth form arrives." Wu Hui said: "Someone has to step in for everyone. Hold on until others recover. Du Ziming, I know you still have trump cards that you can't use. You should. It’s an instant recovery type. I didn’t take it out before, but it’s time to take it out now.”
Du Ziming: "Oh, okay, okay. But let me tell you, I won't be able to control myself after I recover. The Black Death may even be resurrected in me."
"It doesn't matter. If the Black Death resurrects in you, I can be responsible for burning you both to death." Wu Hui said calmly.
Du Ziming just wanted to scold his mother for this.
However, Wu Hui had been so ruthless to him for more than a day or two, and Du Ziming was not worried about the resurgence of the Black Death. Instead of worrying about that, it is better to worry about what kind of seeds the master has planted in oneself, and then the doves will occupy the magpie's nest.
Endless darkness gushes out, and the dark power Du Ziming collected in advance repairs his body. The familiar aura of destruction once again enveloped the world.
Heibulaji's tentacles grew wantonly, and twisted and strange power emitted.
Du Ziming: "Do you think I look like an evil god?"
"You have already been." Wu Hui shook his head, a little too lazy to pay attention to what he meant. Du Ziming didn't care, it just grew like a mold.
Liu Dangren was enjoying himself. His wound healed very slowly, or perhaps it was because he was too seriously injured.
The same goes for Wu Hui. They are floating like corpses. This fierce attack does not matter the outcome, the damage to the body is too serious. But they survived in the end. This is something to be proud of.
If you give them time, give them a chance. Let them become demon gods in that primitive era. Wu Hui and Liu Dangren's achievements would not be worse than these guys. Now it seems that except for the Black Death, most of the demon gods seem to have gone up one step at a time.
"Well, playwrights and gladiators are human beings who upgrade step by step. Collector is born at level fifteen. Chess players and masters don't know." Du Ziming smacked his lips, and he reluctantly transformed from tentacles back to human form. It seems that his investigation into the history of the devil some time ago was fruitful.
Wu Hui: "Are these the only demon gods in the universe? Are there others?"
Du Ziming: "Maybe, but I don't know anyway. Those things probably have nothing to do with it now. Besides, we don't have much chance of becoming demon gods. Wu Hui, you have a slight possibility."
"Not really." Wu Hui shook his head: "At most, we can barely compete with the Demon God with the support of many civilizations."
