"What's going on? Are they...killing each other?"
"Isn't this the Night Lord?"
"What happened?"
When the black-armored guards first appeared, the ranger warriors were still confused.
They didn't react until the other side started killing them.
The enemy of my enemy is, at least temporarily, an ally.
"Everyone come together! There is no need to talk about honor with these heretics! For the Emperor!"
The situation on the battlefield suddenly reversed.
The surviving traitors understood what was happening, and they realized that they were caught between unexpected enemies and old enemies, and at a huge disadvantage.
But even so, they fought as ferociously as the Chaos Master they refused to worship, back to back, armor rubbing, attack after attack, blood for blood, dealing with the enemies coming from behind.
But today the gods will not favor them.
The black-armored guards crazily slaughtered every red pirate they encountered. Among them, Malek was the most cruel. Anyone who fell into his hands would have their limbs torn off one by one.
Twisted shards of twisted metal sparkled and smoked in the pool of blood on the floor.
"Damn!!"
Adnus was furious. He picked up his sword and went straight to Malek.
Now it was his turn to be angry.
But as soon as he took a step, a halberd suddenly struck from the side.
At the critical moment, his fighting spirit saved his life.
In his world, everything became extremely slow. Only the halberd still maintained its normal speed——
From the perspective of relative time, the speed of this halberd is simply terrifying.
Adnus twisted his body in front of him and avoided the blow.
When he took a closer look, he found a mysterious figure standing in front of him.
The man wore the armor of the Eighth Legion and a blood-winged skull helmet. His figure was slender, like a scrawled sketch in the shadows.
And that unruly and wild temperament, as well as the strong murderous intention, made Adnus instinctively wary.
"Who are you?"
The other party did not answer him, but just stared at him for three seconds with his head tilted.
"How about we play a game."
said the unfamiliar Eighth Legion soldier.
"You, come and kill me."
The enraged Adnus immediately rushed forward, with quick movements, and drew a blazing arc in the air with a long whisper, imprinting the bright afterimage in everyone's sight.
The sword blade struck at the stranger's head, but the stranger remained motionless.
After one breath, the man was as misty as smoke.
If the blow misses, there will be another sword strike.
He raised his right hand and swung it out, just like chasing away annoying flies, directly deflecting Adnus' sword.
Adnus struck out continuously, driven by rage, and he felt like he had cut off something.
But there were only shadows, only a broken cloak.
Then the opponent counterattacked him with his hands turned into claws. He raised his sword to block, leaving scratches on the blade.
Adnus slashed again, but still, nothing!
Only shadows!
The stranger evaded, dodged, and twisted his body, dodging Adnus' attacks again and again, as if mocking his proud swordsmanship.
Adernus roared in rage, and swung his blazing sword, intending to cut the hateful creature in two from head to toe.
But the other party is no longer in its original position.
The stranger stepped to the left, blocked the blade with the hilt of his halberd, and then slapped Adnus in the face with one hand.
In an instant, blood burst out.
Adnus staggered back, covering his broken nose tightly with one hand, blood dripping from between his fingers.
"It seems that your limit is here."
The stranger shook his head and sighed.
"Now we officially begin."
After saying that, the other party suddenly disappeared from Adnus' sight.
There was no exaggerated description, it just disappeared in place.
Adnus's heart suddenly tightened, and the strong sense of crisis made him turn around. When he saw the halberd swinging, he quickly took a step back.
Even faster than last time!
Considering that he is currently obsessed with fighting, how terrifying is the opponent's actual speed?
Without giving him any chance to breathe, the second sweep went straight to his waist.
Adnus raised his sword and tried to block.
A second later, with severe pain in his wrist, his right arm flew up.
Adnus clenched his teeth. The severe pain stretched his nerves to the limit, and the effect of his fighting spirit was also brought to its extreme. The whole world fell into a slow motion black and white silent film without light and shadow.
He took a hard breath.
The heart only beat three times.
The halberd came again, and he wanted to tilt his head, but his body and nerves could no longer keep up with his thinking speed - that is to say, the opponent was faster than his nerve reflexes.
Then, he felt like he was flying.
Sound, color, temperature, everything is returning quickly.
He heard the dying screams of the soldiers, the cruel laughter of the black-armored guards, and——
His world began to flip, turn upside down, and fall.
Then, he saw his headless body still standing on the same spot, his neck spraying hot blood into the sky.
Finally, everything fell into darkness.
From the perspective of the Ranger warriors, Adnus was only entangled by a shadow for two seconds, and then his head fell to the ground.
After dealing with Adnus, the Black Armored Guards immediately retreated as suddenly as they came, leaving the Ranger Warrior with a question mark on his face and the seriously injured Magna Titus still in place.
"You are--"
Magnar Titus covered his wound and stood up unsteadily. Of course he recognized the symbol of the notorious traitorous legion, the Night Lords, but he had no idea why the other party would help him.
Just internal conflicts among the traitors?
"who are you!"
Hearing his roar, the stranger who had almost disappeared into the darkness stopped, and the black-armored guards kept passing by him, disappearing silently from everyone's sight.
The stranger then turned slightly and seemed to glance at Magnar Titus.
"Do what you have to do."
After throwing down these words, he disappeared directly.
Magnar Titus froze for a moment, then stared at Adnus' head.
He felt comforted by the death of his enemy, but when he thought about the fact that this was not done by his own hands, and even that he had lost, Magna Titus couldn't help but feel depressed.
He hates his own incompetence and needs revenge at the hands of his enemies.
"Chapter Commander, how do you feel?"
At this time, the pharmacist on the side came up and injected him with some first aid medicine.
Magnar Titus shook his head.
"I can't die."
Even so, every time he said a word, his chest felt like it was on fire.
"Hurry up and inform the Soshiyang Chapter Commander that our goal has been achieved. In addition, we will immediately send people to search for the location of the seed bank. This is the most important thing!"
"yes!"
But no matter what, without enemy obstruction, the Ranger Warriors finally took control of the star fort's power system.
And the battle for the Star Castle has reached the most critical part.
