Three Good Salary Kings Stand on the Ark

The scarlet light began to flicker, the same light as when pouring blood into the stone necklace and summoning Mareda before, the blood-like fluid began to ooze from the red-marked wax stone, dripping on the open space in front of it above.

The blood-like liquid began to meander and crawl, and it began to heat up just like before, and finally it was branded on the ground. With the scorching red light on, another figure emerged from the void.

Wearing black iron armor engraved with mottled traces of time, and wearing a long pitch-black hood to cover his face, only wisps of black smoke can be seen coming out of it, and a heavy and huge epee is carried on his back. The length of a person's height can give a glimpse of its power.

"Oh? This is..."

Mareda looked at the figure summoned by Teresis using the red wax stone in front of him, and raised his tone slightly.

"Isn't this the loser?"

As if he had heard Mareda's words and was summoned, the Loser, whose body was as stiff as a statue, turned his neck slightly, making a piercing clicking sound.

"laugh--"

Holding the Great Sword of the Lost in the backhand, the swing that stirred up the air in the hall suddenly exploded, but in a moment, the terrifying epee had already come in front of Mareda.

Immediately summoning the rebel shield, Mareda perfectly blocked the sudden attack, pulled out the giant cavalry spear with his backhand, and raised the spear to stab him.

But as if he suddenly remembered something, he turned his stab into a shot, shot the loser away, turned his head and shouted at Tracys:

"Your Highness! Control him!"

Teresis, who was still stunned by the sword of the loser and didn't react, was startled. He held the red wax stone tightly, poured his will into it, and turned it into a chain of bondage, entangled towards the loser. .

The loser, who was repelled by Mareda and was still thinking about fighting again, slowed down and finally stagnated. After a while, he stood up again and walked slowly in front of Teresis, standing like a black tower.

"Huh, it's a close call, Your Highness."

Mareda also put away the giant cavalry spear and rebel shield, walked to the lost man, and knocked on his armor.

"The lost who were born because of the original sin scholar... They have no body and their own world, and they can only wander in the cracks of the world forever. People who have lost themselves have neither origin nor end, and can only wander forever. "

"Your Highness, you have really drawn a good card, and it is the kind that is in groups."

Tracys looked down at the red wax stone in his hand, then looked up at the lost person in front of him, and stretched out his hand again.

In the empty hall, the scarlet light kept flickering.

Chapter 541 Bad Things

Within the stronghold of the Tower of Babel, Ashes was staying here right now, struggling with the allocation of personnel in this stronghold.

Because of the loss of the king soul and Chuhuo's status as a blank slate, Ashes is unaware of the changes in the world line, and also ignorant of the upcoming danger. Now he wants to know how to bring this group of himself together. The guys who didn't know each other were put into suitable positions one by one.

If it was Teresia or Kelsey, they would definitely be able to do it seamlessly, right?

Sighing, Ashes had to admit that he was not good at this, so he simply put down the documents and went outside to relax.

Today's weather is not bad, the sky is rare clear, the sun is pouring down gently, just standing outside and basking in the sun is enough to make people feel happy.

Ashes thought so too, he walked up to the height of the stronghold, leaned over the railing and enjoyed the warm sunshine while watching the heads of the people in the stronghold move.

Everyone is building this stronghold in full swing, everyone is enthusiastic, and it is a thriving scene.

Ashes watched all of this, and just as some comfort appeared in his heart, he suddenly straightened up, looking at a certain direction in the distance.

He sensed that something was approaching this stronghold, and even though he lost his wide-range sensing ability, his body still responded faithfully.

That is the instinctive dislike of predators for a person with a soul.That is the instinctive contempt for those who have no roots.

At the end of the road in the distance, a group of figures slowly appeared, most of them were wearing armor with mottled rust, and without exception, they all wore masks that covered their faces, revealing only traces of black mist. hood.

They held pitch-black and hideous weapons in their hands, some were holding heavy swords, some were holding scythes, and at a glance, there were dozens of them.

"Those are... Losers?"

Ashes murmured, he still remembered his adventures in the country named Dolan Gureg, in which there were figures of these lost people, they would invade without any rules, regardless of occasion and time , had brought a lot of trouble to Ashes.

The investigators of the Tower of Babel also found this group of uninvited guests, and immediately issued an alarm. Someone came to find Ashes and asked what to do next, but Ashes kept everyone in the stronghold on hold.

"Stay in the stronghold, don't come out."

"What...? Mr. Ashes, you..."

"It's enough for me to go alone. Those who are not ordinary enemies, if they are entangled by them..."

Ashes shook his head, and didn't go into details. He just walked out of the stronghold alone, stood in front of the stronghold, and summoned the Manyan super sword with his backhand, waiting for the lost ones to approach.

The lost people come in groups, looking from a distance like a black cloud sweeping in, but only when you get close to the formation can you truly know the horror of these eternally wandering people.

The mottled armor rubbed against each other, making rustling noises, and deep black smoke continuously seeped from the gap between the hood and the armor, because they had lost their physical existence, and relied on unknown power to drive this body.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer!

The ground began to tremble because of their arrival, and there was a somewhat decayed atmosphere in the air, and muffled whispers began to ring in my ears, and even the original blue sky seemed to be covered by their appearance. A fine shadow.

When the losers approached a hundred meters away from the ashes, they stopped in unison, standing still like black stone statues, but the previous power did not weaken in the slightest, but became heavier up.

Ashes' eyes were fixed, and he held Manyan's giant sword against his shoulder with his backhand. He didn't know what the group of lost people were doing. It stands to reason that this group of existences similar to ghosts would only endlessly thirst for souls.

"Ta Ta..."

There was the sound of the armor touching the ground, and a white figure that was somewhat conspicuous among the black losers appeared from it. He strode to the front of the line and stopped after seeing the ashes.

“…”

Seeing the knight who put away his weapon, took half a step forward with his arms outstretched, and made a friendly welcome gesture, Ashes recalled his name almost instantly.

The iconic giant cavalry spear and rebel shield, as well as Yava helmet, Kingdom swordsman armor, Hyde knight armguards, Kingdom swordsman leg armor, except this time it is not a white spirit body state, it is the same as in his memory. The assassin named Mareda was exactly the same.

"Assassin... Mareda."

Ashes immediately heightened his vigilance, he began to know exactly what this guy in front of him was. When he was in the Tower of Black Mist, Mareda was deceived by wearing the White Ring and pretending to be a friendly Bai Ling. The wandering soul here, after gaining the trust of the wandering soul, backstabs mercilessly.

In other words, this is a bad guy through and through.

Ashes was almost overwhelmed by Mareda back then, but being vigilant, he still avoided the backstab of Mareda's giant cavalry spear and beheaded him, and avoided Mareda's tricks one by one when he met on the road in the future .

The two parties meet, one side is Mareda who is always thinking about how to backstab and the soul-hungry loser, and the other side is Ashes who is currently in a blank state. When these two groups get together, what will happen next? Of course there is no need to say more.

Raising the giant cavalry gun, Mareda waved his arms at Ashes. Behind him, the bodies of the sculptural losers made a rattling sound, and then their movements suddenly became sensitive, turning into black clouds and facing Ashes. pounce.

And Mareda himself did not stand still and watch the battle. He raised his shield and mounted his spear, and started charging with the giant cavalry spear. The tip of the spear pointed directly at the ashes that were only a hundred meters away in front of him.

The losers charged forward, and Mareda followed closely behind, which was far stronger than the offensive of those absolutists. Now it was just an ordinary 802 bucket of ashes, so naturally they dared not drag it down.

With a flip of his wrist and light crushing with his fingertips, he crushed an embers of fire, the power of the fire poured into his body, and burning lines appeared on his body.

Ashes couldn't use the embers before, and couldn't even take out the soul wooden box with some props, but after Teresia announced a formal struggle against Teresia, he found that some props had been unlocked , the reason is unknown for the time being, but it may be related to Theresia.

Manyan's huge sword was held in both hands, and the battle was imminent.

Chapter 542 Say it again, the battle is about to speed up!

The No.1 Loser's attack has arrived. The Loser's great sword slashed down, surrounded by gusts of wind, but this level of attack is naturally not a threat to Ashes. The sword turned back and pressed down the big sword, and then it was a heavy and powerful upward thrust.

The huge force tore apart the lost person's chest cavity and head. Under the broken armor and hood, there was no trace of the flesh, only a wisp of jet-black mist lingering in it.

These are the lost ones, born because of Andil's obsession with "original sin", they lost their bodies and turned into existences that wandered in the land of immortality forever.

For such existences, just destroying the conventional vital points is not enough to knock them down completely. If you give them enough time and soul, armor and other things can be easily restored, so if you want to kill them, just It must be crushed together with the rotten soul within.

A sword pierced the lost person's chest and head. Ashes grabbed the black smoke viciously with his backhand. No matter how hard he struggled, he didn't relax in the slightest. The pattern of burning flames on his body suddenly highlighted. The ashes began to devour, taking the souls of the lost fully within themselves.

When the black mist was completely absorbed by the ashes, the mottled armor and the heavy sword of the Loser immediately scattered like a broken thread, and slowly dissipated into a puff of black smoke, until even the last trace of existence was eliminated. no trace.

Easily beheaded a Loser, but Ashes was not optimistic, because there were dozens of such guys, and because of the gap in absorbing souls, the remaining Losers had already pounced on them and started to attack Ashes launched a siege.

The Lost Ones were soul-hungry guys. Not only did the death of their companions not arouse any fear in them, but they became even more manic and excited because Ashes gained the companion's soul and strengthened his body.

The endless, never-satisfied greed drove the Lost to attack Ashes, and everyone tried their best to break him down and eat his flesh and blood for a moment of satisfaction.

The giant sword and sickle attacked at the same time, and several lost people had already surrounded Ashes. Facing the huge disadvantage in numbers, Ashes had to adopt a defensive posture. Three zombie dogs alone were enough to make people frightened. , but now dozens of losers are besieging Ashes.

The almost frenzied attack did not stop at the slightest, and it hit like a violent storm. The exquisite skills honed through countless lives and deaths and the strengthening of the embers allowed Ashes to parry all of them while still leaving a little chance to breathe. From now on, just keep your feet steady and slowly look for opportunities to defeat them one by one——

But will the battle really go so smoothly?

Don't forget, apart from the loser, there is one person on the battlefield who has not joined the battle.

Mareda, who was charging with a giant lance in his hand, took aim at the gap and stood up to stab, but Ashes had already been prepared. He was no longer the immature undead man he used to be. He had experienced too much of these dirty tricks. Too much.

The tip of the giant cavalry spear was only a hair away from Huihui's body, and he was still using the Manyan giant sword as a shield to block the attacks of several lost people. This time, Mareda's attack seemed to be sure.

But you brother Ashes is your brother Ashes, your body twisted into a posture that almost reached the limit of the human body, and narrowly avoided the stabbing of the giant cavalry spear, with a huge shock, the attack of the loser was parried, Ashes He turned around and kicked Mareda viciously in the chest.

"boom!--"

Even the air trembled. It is needless to say how much strength Ashes used for this kick. Mareda's body was directly bent into a > shape, and the whole person fell down at a speed that was even better than when charging. Flying out, it smashed into the woods beside it with an unlucky loser.

The siege of the Lost Ones was temporarily breached, and Ashes would naturally not miss this opportunity.

Dual-wielding huge smoke-filled swords, Ashes pressed his body and spun, the giant sword rotated and swept across, and the thick obsidian sword directly cut through the waists of several losers around him, and it was very impressive. Benzyou∥blinkhuanQiao Wei Wei refers to blowing the curtaincurtain?/p>

The loser's team was downsizing again, while Ashes, who had been replenished with souls, fought more and more fiercely. From the passive defense at the beginning, he slowly regained the initiative in the battle situation. The battle has already reached a fierce stage.

The people in the stronghold are gathering, watching the battle from a distance, the giant sword intersects with the giant sword, the sickle and the giant sword clash, the attack between the two sides is so fast that the naked eye can barely see it, and the power of each strike penetrates into the ground , even they who are far apart can perceive a thing or two.

The intensity of the battle is still gradually escalating, the surrounding ground has been destroyed beyond recognition, and bursts of smoke, dust, wind and sand are blown up by the rioting air, dancing frantically around the battlefield.

This battle once again refreshed the impression of the people in the Tower of Babel on Ashes. They all knew that Ashes were strong, but they always felt unreal. Now that they could witness this fabulous battle with their own eyes, they realized that Ashes was standing with them at all. Existence in a different dimension.

At this time, Mareda, who was kicked by Ashes, finally regained his strength, got up from the mess around him, and poured down a mouthful of elemental bottles. Make up and come back.

He picked up the giant cavalry spear and the rebel shield again, glanced at Ashes who was fighting fiercely with the lost ones from afar, and couldn't help but click his tongue.

"This is the power of a king...it really cannot be underestimated."

Straightening his helmet, Mareda sprang out from the woods, but this time he was well-learned. He just swayed back and forth on the edge of the battlefield with a gun in his hand, making an offensive posture, but he didn't enter the field for a long time.

Mareda was aware of Ashes' defense against him, so he simply put pressure on him. If he went in rashly, he would not only return with no success, but also be kicked or slashed again, and he would be in danger.

Ashes naturally understood Mareda's thoughts, and it was not surprising that Ashes, who was already good at intrigue and backstabbing, would make such a choice.

The offensive of the Lost Ones became more and more fierce. Mareda has been wandering around and exerting invisible pressure. The people in the Tower of Babel watched the battle nervously, and Teresis, who was hiding in the distance, also cast his sight.

So now again, the battle is about to pick up speed!

Switching the Manyan Great Sword to his right hand, Ashes freed his left hand, and a red lotus surged in his palm.

Chapter 543 Do you understand the gold content of the big dragon tooth?