"Well!"
Just when Veronica was concentrating on dealing with the wolf soul summoned by Russ, a low breath attracted her attention. She looked over and found that Jain Zar was actually repelled. The Phoenix Lord was in a panic. Half-kneeling on the ground, holding the spear, there was a very dangerous scar from chest to waist, and blood was pouring out, so Veronica immediately turned part of her energy to the Phoenix Lord.
Soon, the wound healed, but Veronica knew that Jain Zar could not stop this crazy wild wolf. When she was distracted, the two-headed giant wolf broke free and rushed towards Morgana. , the latter can only dodge and counterattack.
At this time, Leman Russ was less than 500 meters away from Veronica.
"Your Majesty, please leave first."
Doral quickly advised, but Veronica shook her head.
"Things are really going to get out of hand if I leave, and we have to beat it here and defeat it."
As everyone focused on the battle, the ripples in the Webway Arch grew stronger, and Veronica noticed this as a sign of something to come.
After Jaan Zal stood up, he fought with Leman Russ again. Morgana kept shooting at the two-headed giant wolf with the weapons in his hands. However, as a subspace creation, this thing was not that easy to kill. .
"I don't have time to play hide and seek with you!"
Russ gradually became a little irritable. After he repelled Jaen Zar again, he ignored the spear that the opponent instinctively stabbed at him, and the sword blade went straight to the opponent's head, in a posture of exchanging injury for death.
But some kind of threat caused him to interrupt this strategy, turning around suddenly and swinging his sword.
When sparks burst out, he saw a smoldering eye shrouded in shadow armor, and two huge machetes.
"Drazaar!"
The name of the person Jaan Zar exclaimed was none other than the Nightmare Lord of Commorragh. When the other person appeared from the arch of the webway, even the Eldar present did not notice it. Only Veronica saw it.
Leman Russ was not familiar with the Dark Eldar, but he immediately judged that this guy was a tough guy, and might even be the strongest Eldar on the scene, so he immediately restrained his contempt.
The moment the weapons of the two sides separated, the silent Drazaar clung to Leman Russ like a shadow. The two sides clashed fiercely dozens of times within a few seconds. The weapons collided like thunder and lightning. Jain Zahar I was not idle either, I saw the opportunity and launched a series of spear thrusts.
Leman Russ, who had been quite handy at first, finally found some flaws under the attack of the two men. His left back shoulder was pierced by Jarn Zal's spear, but he still chose to use his sword to drive away Drazaar. The double blade towards his neck.
"I didn't expect Drazal to be here too."
After seeing De Lazare appear, Doral lost his previous nervousness and started thinking instead.
"Did he come on his own? Or was he informed by someone? Or was it Victor's trick?"
"Can he defeat Leman Russ?"
Veronica was more concerned with the problem at hand.
"With him coming forward and cooperating with Lord Jarn Zar, we can at least be undefeated. As long as Master Moganla's martial arts skills are free from behind -"
Doral paused for a moment, then whispered:
"With the power of the divine weapon in his hand, it may be possible to kill this beast, or at worst, banish him to the Supreme Heaven."
"this"
Veronica hesitated immediately. She looked around. The wild wolves were still fighting with the spirit tribe. Both sides were bleeding and falling. The hatred may have been forged here. If the king of the wild wolves fell here -
What would the other Primarchs who might also exist think?
What would Chagatai think?
And the mysterious bewitcher.
And Soshyan.
Doral seemed to see through Veronica's thoughts and whispered:
"Your Majesty, Leman Russ is extremely stubborn. It is very difficult to make him retreat, let alone capture him alive. The only way is to believe that he will not die so easily."
After a moment of silence, Veronica nodded, and accumulated strength in her left hand, ready to use psychic energy to save the opponent's life at any time.
As for the wild wolves, they could only bleed for this reckless act.
At this time, war groups continued to come from all directions to support them, and Ivahan's war group was among them.
"Come with me!"
Their target is a group of raging werewolves. They are trying to approach the Eternal Queen's chariot from the right side, while a group of sea guards are fighting against them. Shields are constantly being torn open, flesh is torn apart, but there are also huge furry bodies struggling. Fall down.
Ivahan narrowed his eyes and looked at the crazy beasts, choosing the first guy to die.
The moment he raised his hand, a flash of light erupted from the reaper's gun, hitting the werewolf's neck, cutting off the tree trunk-like neck in one stroke.
Although its body was still swaying, its head had already spun out.
At this time, Baina also tore off the arm of another werewolf, and a large piece of flesh was separated from the torso. In pain, the werewolf shook his head violently, and threw aside the broken helmet in his mouth. At this time, you can see To the heart of this savage thing, which still beats in the heap of minced flesh.
As it roared in challenge, a spear pierced it.
At this moment, a werewolf wearing a half-helmet and yellowed bone arm guards roared and rushed towards Ivahan.
When the beast roared, spittle flew everywhere, and it struggled to grab Sizhan with its bow arm. Ivahan easily avoided this attack - as easy as picking a candy at random from a tray.
Compared to these beasts, he was simply the embodiment of speed and elegance. He didn't even use long-range attacks. He just used his gun blade to chop and swing continuously to make the werewolf lose its balance. A pulse laser from his comrades also knocked this barbaric thing out. A bone-crushing blow.
However, as the battle continued, the flaw of the battle group also began to appear, that is, it was difficult to maintain the formation once the killing started.
Baina let her anger take control of her again, and it took Ivahan some time to find her again.
She was caught between two giant werewolves. Their fur-covered bodies were bulging with muscles filled with fanatical energy. Their attacks seemed to be given fury by the God of Destruction. Baina kicked one of the enemies, and her boots fell. The thorns tore open the flesh of the werewolf's jaw, but it didn't seem to feel any pain at all, and swung its claws towards the thigh of the howling banshee.
Although Baina pulled away in time, her thigh, which did not have much armor, was still scratched with three wounds. Although the wounds were not deep, they were still bleeding.
Then her mask hissed, stored energy rushing through the air into the werewolf's brain, and the beast twitched, gurgling in its throat and blood gushing from its ears and nose.
With this plan in mind, Ivahan pulled the trigger, and the Reaper sprayed out a deadly torrent that instantly engulfed the werewolf, and the skeleton could even be seen flashing in the outline of charred flesh.
The remains of the beast then fell to the ground, completely lifeless.
By this time, Baina was already fighting with the second werewolf. Due to the injury to her leg, which affected her speed, she failed to dodge in time and was lightly "scratched" by a sharp claw on her back.
The blow caused Baina to lose her balance, and the wet blood caused her to fall to the ground.
(End of chapter)
