Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 165

The battle is still going on, dolls are constantly being destroyed, and walking corpses are constantly being blown up.

All kinds of explosions, cracks, whistling, dull blows, and sharp piercing sounds filled the forest.

And even though Zhang Ang and Albert were far apart, they could feel the intensity of the battle on the battlefield.

Zhang Ang's palms were sweating, and he asked Albert nervously, "What should we do, we can't interfere at all."

Albert stared at the battlefield with a serious face, and said a word coldly: "Wait!"

Yes, if you think about it carefully, there is no other way but to wait.If you want to help, you are just trying to find a way to sneak attack, but this kind of sneak attack is very time-sensitive, and if you are not careful, it is easy to get yourself involved.

As time went by, there were fewer and fewer skeletons and walking corpses around the archbishop of the Skeleton Cult, and the battles on the scene became more and more intense.But the terrifying walking corpse that people can't see through his cultivation has never moved, and has been standing quietly at his feet, like a statue.

And Zhang Ang now has an intuitive understanding of Albert's strength. He is a master of martial arts at the venerable level with agility, and can grind to death the venerable corpse refiner of the Skeleton Cult with a speed that is against the sky.This is also the reason why those corpse refiners use all their internal energy to strengthen their physical bodies, but neglect to release internal energy externally, and are not good at using internal energy to change external energy.But it is obvious that there is absolutely no way to meet a powerful corpse at the martial saint level, or even a corpse controller at the martial saint level who can control so many corpses with the help of his true energy. looking for death.Of course, not to mention the weaker Zhang Ang himself.

Suddenly, the archbishop of the Skeleton Cult spoke, his voice was hoarse and sharp, like bones rubbing against sandpaper: "Andersen, do you really want to just fight with me like this? You know, time is not on your side ah."

But Mr. Andersen didn't answer, he was still handling the doll with a calm expression, and the movements of his hands were not chaotic at all.

"It's almost time to speak. Those of you who stay in the village should be almost dead. If there is no accident, my people have already caught up with your prince. What do you think?" , but what he said was obviously intended to disturb Mr. Andersen's mood.

Although Mr. Andersen's face was still calm, an accident still happened. A black bear paused for a moment, and the chief bishop in black robe immediately caught the opening, overturned it, and tore it to pieces.

"Oh, hahaha, we're still fighting, so don't be distracted. Don't worry, I won't do anything to him, and I'll take him to Copenhagen to exchange things!" The chief bishop in black robe smiled triumphantly: "I remember, there seems to be only such a prince in Denmark. Now the old king is not alive for a few days. We can definitely sell this prince for a big price. I don't know how many martial saint-level corpses can be exchanged for? This This transaction is really exciting.”

"You will not succeed!" Mr. Andersen's voice was very gentle, but with unquestionable firmness.

Following his words, several dolls came out of the exquisite carriage.

But these dolls did not participate in the battle, but began to collect the fragments and parts of the broken dolls, and brought them back to the carriage in a steady stream.

"Huh?" The head bishop of the Skeleton Cult gave a light snort. Although he didn't know what the use of those parts would be, it was definitely not a good thing.

The movements of his hands became faster, and his hands had already turned into phantoms all over the sky.

The offensive became violent all of a sudden, and the walking corpses even gave up defense in many cases, and directly exchanged injuries for action, trying to destroy those unique dolls.

"Since you still want to fight to the end, then don't blame me for being rude. When the time comes to catch your highness, don't blame me for not knowing how to strike." The voice of the head bishop of the Skeleton Cult became a little annoyed.

Although this kind of threat is childish and ridiculous, it is very effective. The offensive of Mr. Andersen's dolls is obviously smaller, and more of them are turned into defensive defense.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Ang couldn't bear it any longer, summoned his inner strength, and shouted loudly: "Mr. Andersen, don't worry, we have killed all the Skeleton Cultists in the village! The rest of the royal guards are going to protect His Royal Highness." , His Royal Highness, he will be fine!"

"Where did you come from, the little baby, talking nonsense there!" The black-robed chief bishop's eyes narrowed, and two walking corpses of the rank of venerables left the battlefield and rushed towards Zhang Ang and the others.

"Who are you? Are you real?" Although he had some doubts, Mr. Andersen sent a tree and a golden pig to block the two walking corpses.

"We are warriors who travel around the mainland. We have a large group of people, several venerable-level powerhouses, who are currently sweeping up the remaining Skeleton Cultists around. We specially sent the two of us to inform Mr. Andersen that there is no need to stay behind to deal with such evil heretics. Hand, His Royal Highness is very safe now, and our venerable powerhouses are going to protect him." Zhang Ang quickly explained very exaggeratedly, isn't it just a scheming?When I won't use it?

"Fart! How could there be so many warriors coming to this place where nothing is shit!" Hearing Zhang Ang's words, the head bishop of the Skeleton Cult shouted crazily, his face full of disbelief.

"Is it true? Go back and see for yourself." Zhang Ang stood up and retorted.

Seeing Zhang Ang and Albert standing up next to him, he saw the clothes they were wearing, and found that they were indeed not members of the Royal Danish Guard.The chief bishop's movements became a little flustered: "Fart! It's all fart! It's impossible! You two young brats must be lying to me. You are still at the rank of venerable. It's all fart!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Albert jumped up, turned into a brown light, and threw himself into the battlefield of the two walking corpses and the big tree golden pigs, like a light curtain, circling around the two walking corpses endlessly , making a clanging sound, hindering their movements.

Seeing this scene, the black-robed chief priest fell silent all of a sudden, his hands kept moving, but the walking corpses began to retreat, and surrounded him.

"He wants to run!" Zhang Ang couldn't help shouting.

Without Zhang Ang's reminder, Mr. Andersen also raised his trump card. The huge and exquisite carriage under his feet exploded, and countless large and small dolls flew out of the sky, turning into torrential rain and pouring down on the black-robed skeleton priest. past.

(End of this chapter)