The Legend of Fatality

Bai En strode into the room from the outside. He calmly raised his magic pistol again. He has two shots left to use, and there are too many targets in this room. He needs to choose those dangerous and vulnerable guys carefully.

The puppet warrior holding Flynn had been shattered by bullets shot by Bane ’s magic pistol, so the screaming evil wizard on the balcony was his next target. The figure in the robe screamed frantically, and Bai En could only hear the inconsistent spell, and he saw the evil wizard holding up his black cane.

The terrible evil forces gathered in the air, shimmering with light, and a shadow seemed to rush out of the vantage point where the evil wizard was. Bai En jumped to the side, avoiding the path of dark magic. It passed by him without causing any harm. Baien felt a slight nausea, and then completely disappeared into the air.

Bakun learned and used the magic of the Dakenas language to drive evil. He is very familiar with this power, and it is almost impossible to rely on the negative effects of dark magic to affect him. At least this poor magic is not enough.

Bai En calculated quickly with his eyes, raised his magic pistol and fired at the evil wizard on the balcony trying to defend. A painful cry came from above, and the wizard's body bent down. Bai En smiled with satisfaction. They are not ordinary bullets. They are the best weapons he can find now. The figure of the evil wizard retreated from the balcony, and he clutched his chest in pain.

Bai En tried to make a shot for the wounded but not dead evil wizard, but the guy had disappeared from the balcony. Bai En had to turn around and looked at the others in the room, looking for his next target.

The situation here is still very dangerous. The believers recovered from the surprise and began to move in the direction of Bai En. The puppet warrior and Flynn, who were hit by Bane's magic pistol, lay motionless on the floor.

Nokranstov appeared beside Bane and plunged into the oncoming crowd. The ax in his hands clenched powerfully toward the devotees of the evil gods, and the zealous believers were chopped with blood. The face under the helmet he wore brought a contemptuous expression, and he didn't like these guys who believed in evil spirits at all.

Bai En aimed at a believer who was rushing towards him. The believer's eyes were wide, and Moss's magic spell was shouted in his mouth. When Bai En shot his opponent's head with a shot, the inexplicable spell was actually reflected. He held the curse of a magic musket.

Bai En pouted, scorning the deceased's curse. More and more people appeared beside him, and the soldiers began to rush into the room, rushing to the evil believers. Bai En saw Morris throw a fiery fireball into the other party's crowd, and the subsequent explosion killed at least five or six people.

Baien took gunpowder and bullets from his belt and began to reload the magic gun. At this time, an evil **** believer who didn't know where he came from rushed towards him. Bai En frowned and noticed that the other party didn't take any weapons at all.

Although he was curious about how the other party was going to kill himself, he took a step back, withdrew the sacrificial knife in his right hand, coldly cracked the fool, and knocked him aside before he hit himself.

When he reloaded the ammunition, another guy staggered at him staggeringly. He hesitated. Instead of using the magic gun, he pierced the sacrificial knife brutally and quickly into his worn robe. Body. When Bae pulled out the sacrificial knife, the man collapsed on the floor, and the blood in his chest pumped on the stone floor.

On the left side of Bain, Antaratum squeezed out of the soldiers of the Fatalin Association who entered the room. He walked towards the group of believers of evil gods, and his waving staff clapped on the body of the cultist, striking a powerful blow, breaking his limbs and breaking his head.

"Bai En, you go to save him!" Antalam shouted, knocking a cult believer away from him with a punch. When he fell, the thick wooden staff was also shot on his head. "Go!"

Bai En nodded coldly and walked towards the altar. Antaratham commanded the soldiers to form a tight formation, fighting the devils in this crowded room.

Some cultists are also shoulder to shoulder, fighting any Fatalin soldiers with any weapons they can find. Some still recite the mantra. Some evil wizards among them began to unscrupulously release magic, most of the magic fell on both sides, but the believers of evil gods did not seem to care at all.

Bane took Nokranstov slowly and strenuously toward the rotating fireball, even a dozen yards away, the heat and stench caused by a flame were dispersed. With his armor, Nokranstov rushed into the other party's crowd, knocked out some of them, and started a scuffle with the others.

Baiun fired two consecutive shots to solve the two evil wizards in the crowd who seemed to intend to kill both sides, and then walked to Flynn who fell to the ground. After solving his enemies in Knockranstov, he walked in front of Bai En, turned to face the crowd of cult believers, waved his axe lightly, and stared with threatening eyes at the attempting to move forward believer.

Thanks for his protection, Bai En folded his arms, knelt down, and put a hand on Flynn's shoulder.

"Can you still go?" Bai En said softly to Flynn.

Flaine looked at Bai Eun dimly. His face was severely burned and he looked exhausted.

"He is coming ..." he said breathlessly.

Ban looked at Fran with concern and noticed that he had lost consciousness. Bai En took a deep breath and stretched his arm under his arm, pulling him hard. Flynn seemed to regain a little consciousness, but Bai En had no time to confirm, he put him directly on the shoulder. The believers of the Evil God did not seem to be ready to give up Flynn. They moved a few steps in the direction of Bane, but Knokranstoff stopped them unkindly.

"We have to get him out first," Bai En snapped at his bodyguard.

"There is no time," Frian, who was held by Bai Enkang on his shoulder, shook his head and gritted his teeth ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ He was coming! He must be killed! Otherwise we all have to die. "

Flynn stared at the fireball on the altar behind Bai En. Bai En also turned to look at the rotating sphere. It began to beat at a steady pace, just as the heartbeat became more and more powerful. He felt fear born from this. This group of evil wizards tries to build a crack, a gateway to another world that is only crazy and turbulent.

He had seen such things before. Flynn was right. If they don't destroy this **** thing now, they may never have another chance. He drew a small bottle of liquid from his jacket and looked at the crystal bottle with some distress.

Bai En knew that his spell could not deal with this hot fireball.

"Antalam!" Bai En shouted loudly. "Do you have a way to deal with this stuff?"

Antalam heard the shout and turned to look at the fireball on the altar that was still spinning and making a heartbeat, and shook his head in pain. His spell also did not work on this **** thing His spell will be burned to death by this fireball before it even forms.

"Damn, can you still do it?" Bai En asked Frian to put him in a slightly safer place, looking tired. "Spells of both of us ..."

"We have to do this now," Flynn stared at the rapidly expanding sphere seriously, "Give me the bottle."

"Wait a minute," Bane suspected that if Flynn forcibly released this spell in his current state, he would die due to excessive use of magic power.

"Antalam! Morris! Come here, we cooperate with Flynn to release this spell!" Bai En shouted.