Sword and Sorcery and Martial Arts

Chapter 88 The True Body
"Hahaha! Braggart, you can't do it now!" Baron, who was resting on the ground, taunted the Night King who was lying in the pit and was constantly being tortured.

Two priestesses walked to Baron's side to help him heal his injuries with divine magic.

Harmer joined Rhodes with a warhammer and beat the Night King in the pit together.

"This bat's vitality is really tenacious, and it's still not dead yet." Hammer stopped and wiped his sweat and said, and then he began to hit its head with a warhammer.

"I don't know how long this old bat has lived. It has sucked the blood of countless people to survive to this day. If it couldn't stand the beating, it would have been beaten to death." Baron said lying on the ground not far away.

Those who did not resist the beating were killed, and those who survived were all resistant to the beating?Rhode suddenly had such an idea in his heart.

Weber rubbed his head and walked forward, holding the dagger he got from the priest of the Death Cult and said, "Let me just finish it."

Rhodes once again smashed at the Night King with all his strength, making another intimate contact between his head and the ground. Weber took the opportunity to rush forward and cut off the Night King's head from behind. The King stopped struggling and remained motionless.

Just as Rhodes breathed a sigh of relief and was about to rest, the mace in his hand was snatched away.

The Night King whose head had been severed stood up again, holding the mace he had just snatched from Rhodes in his hand, and a thicker black mist rolled over his body than before.

It grabbed Hammer's war hammer, and together with the hammer, it threw Hammer out with one hand like throwing garbage.

"Damn mortals, you dare to kill my avatar. If you didn't waste most of the divine power in my avatar to show off my strength, you wouldn't even be my avatar's opponent." Rhode's mace was bent and thrown to the ground, and he said again, "Now I have descended all the divine power, and today you will all die in the hands of the great Adrian!"

Standing in front of the Night King, Rhodes felt the oppressiveness brought by the Death Cult's mask at that time. He was trembling all over. Even though the golden sun was high in the sky, he felt extremely cold.

Why is it endless, one kills and another appears.

"Start with you." The Night King teleported to the priestess who had the least sense of presence, and the priestess exclaimed and took a few steps back.

The black palm passed through the chest, leaving a huge hole. It laughed, "Kill the boring prey first, and enjoy the interesting ones slowly."

"Why are you talking so much nonsense? If you want to kill them all, don't you get tired of talking so much nonsense?" Baron, who was lying on the ground, roared angrily.

"Don't worry, I can kill you last, and I will play with you before that. Forget it, let's play with you now." It said again.

"I smell that you have similar scents, are you blood relatives?" It teleported to Rhodes again.

The Night King violently pulled Rhodes away with his palm, and Rhode rolled a few times in the air before falling heavily on the ground. The moment he landed, the Night King teleported to him again, and brought him back to the ground. went back.

"Did you have a blast just now? Now it's my turn." The Night King said.

It picked up half of the mace with jagged teeth and hit Rhodes who was about to stand up.

Rhodes lay on the ground again, gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain, and taunted in a strange way, "Damn bat, stop hitting it."

The King of the Night was furious when he heard Rhodes learn what he had said before, and picked up Rhodes who was on the ground. It felt a tingling pain from its hand, but it returned to normal in an instant. It saw two needles inserted into it. in its hands.

"You still dare to prick me with a needle?" The King of the Night breathed heavily from his nostrils.

Similar to what Rhodes thought before, the poison-hardened golden needle can't have any effect on it, and he taunted, "I can understand your angry mood, just bent my mace and was pierced by the thorns on it. Don't rub the blood on me, my clothes are very expensive."

After being ravaged by the dragon man, he is not afraid of being abused by something again, nor is he afraid of angering it even more and suffering more painful torture.Taunting it and seeing it pissed off can also ease the fear of death in your heart.

"Shut up!" The Night King slapped Rhodes in his hand.

"Can you stop moaning? Hurry up! Just pinch my neck, will you? Do you want me to teach you?" Rhodes roared at it, constantly attacking it with Taizu's long fist , but it was not easy to exert force and did not cause any harm to it.

"Stupid mortal, do you think I will admire you like this?" the Night King said angrily, and his palm added a little more force.

"What is there to be proud of, like a mouse that eats too much salt and can fly, admiring me? Stop talking nonsense, you have bad breath, I don't want to smell it anymore." Rhodes sneered.

The Night King gasped angrily, and with a wave of his hand, a black mist knocked Webb and the remaining priestess flying in front of him.

The dagger in Weber's hand fell to the ground. It carried Rhodes forward and picked up the dagger, "You used this dagger to kill my clone just now, didn't you?"

It took a look at the dagger and commented, "Yes, it is a sharp dagger. I will use it to peel off your skin."

The dagger began to vibrate violently, bounced off its hand, and fell to the ground.

Waver picked up the dagger and stabbed it. The Night King blocked it with his hand, and the dagger pierced its palm.

It looked at the dagger in Weber's hand in disbelief, it didn't expect this stalker to be able to hurt it.

The dagger gave it a strange feeling, and it felt that the dagger was constantly sucking its blood.

The Night King quickly slapped Weber away, dropped Rhodes in his hand, and pulled out the dagger.

Rhodes, whose neck was loosened, began to breathe rapidly. He just felt that he was about to suffocate to death.

He is a little desperate now, he doesn't know what the hell is in front of him, is it really a god?

But dying at the hands of God is not too shameful. Life in the short few months after time travel is much more exciting than his life in the decades before time travel. Although he still has a lot of regrets in his heart and wants to do a lot, But it is estimated that this time it will definitely not survive.

Looking at the dark green flames that suddenly ignited on his body, he felt that incomparable power surged from his body, and he regained the confidence to survive.

Rhodes let out a roar from his throat. It wasn't the Nord battle cry, which was much stronger than the Nord battle cry. He didn't have time to experience it. He took out the horizontal knife from the system space and launched the final charge towards the King of the Night.

The dark green flames turned black for a while and then dark green again, but Rhodes didn't notice that the Night King deftly dodged several attacks from Rhodes, a teleport opened the distance, and the dagger fell in place.

"Why do you even dodge the attacks of mortals?" Rhodes roared, "Coward!"

Rhodes now thinks carefully about the so-called King of the Night who descended from all the divine powers. He is only fast, powerful, teleports, and can control the black mist to attack physically. In fact, he is not much stronger than them.

Its strength is not even a god in the narrow sense, at most it can be regarded as a creature with extraordinary strength.

The incarnation of divine power is nothing more than the ability to transform into countless bats like those vampires imagined in the previous life.

Looking at the Night King who was always naked and the dagger that fell to the ground, Rhodes found that its teleportation seemed unable to carry items.

If the King of Assassins was present, he might be able to perform a "God Killing" feat.

"After all, it's just a false god who thinks it's a god. No, it's not even a false god. Compared with the great power of our Lord, its power is like dust and the vast universe." A voice sounded, and the owner of the voice had an insight into Luo moral thoughts.

Rhodes felt that the voice was very familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for a while.

He saw a phantom of a handsome middle-aged man with blond hair standing on top of the dagger, and Rhodes suddenly remembered that this seemed to be the Death Cult priest who had been killed by him...

(End of this chapter)