Arad's crooked savior

"Uncle Bwanga, do you still remember the Wailing Cave near the Alvin Line of Defense twelve years ago?"

Baan's clothes were in tatters, and a ray of red light in the shape of a cross was revealed at his heart. The shattered bones and flesh were healing visibly, and his powerful vitality made the Bantu warriors look at him with solemn eyes.

If an ordinary human being is seriously injured like this, it would be difficult to even take a breath, and it would be time for a professional team to prepare to carry him away.

It was the blood-drinking cross from Taimat of Despair. He melted into the flesh and blood of the heart and promoted his own evolution. Now he is no different from the pretender.

"I still remember it so clearly that it seems like it happened yesterday. At that time, I had just grown up and entered the realm of the Awakened Sword Master. People who know me praise me for my extraordinary talent, which no one of my age can match. right."

Bwanga was silent when he heard the words, but he was not distracted by the memories. One of the empirical dogmas of the older generation of Bantu people is that you should never have the slightest pity for the beasts you have fought with, because it is very dangerous. It could kill you.

But what Barn said was right. The young boy was the Awakened One, which really surprised Aganzuo and Xilan at the time. With passion and the desire to make contributions, they joined the Empire's "Sorrow" Cave Investigation Team", their courage is commendable.

"Uncle Bwanga, did you get anything from the Screaming Cave?" Baan pointed to his heart, his face covered with blood, and grinned horribly, "I got something called fear. "

The extremely arrogant and arrogant swordsman genius thought that the sky was high and the sky was vast. He held a corner of his hand and allowed me to travel around. However, he was severely beaten in the Wailing Cave and almost died on the spot.

Kane, the new leader of the Imperial Purple Mist Regiment, died, his sister Lynne also died, and a number of other members of the investigation team all died in the Screaming Cave.

Even though he fought side by side with the other three sword masters, he was still crushed by Sirocco. If Luxi hadn't unlocked the chain, went crazy, and slashed Sirocco's core with one knife, he would have been buried in the Wailing Cave and turned into a corpse. For mud.

What Barn couldn't accept the most was that he learned through a series of investigations afterwards that when Sirocco, who loved warmth and sunshine, was suppressed in the cold, dark Wailing Cave, his strength had long since disappeared.

Oh my god, how powerful and shocking would a peak apostle be?

Ozma gave the most perfect interpretation, fighting from the Chester area to Vetalon in just half a day, unstoppable and invincible.

Become stronger!

Only by becoming stronger can your destiny not be dictated by others. Only by being stronger can you step on the cheeks of the arrogant. Only by being the strongest can you be superior to everyone.

strength!

Baan was already slightly crazy. The strong shock brought to him by the Screaming Cave and Ozma prompted him to use all means to achieve his goal, just to look down on everything.

"Uncle Bwanga, the empire's experiments have already produced considerable results. In at most two years... no, one year, we will be able to come up with effective methods to eliminate the risks of experiments. By then everyone will be able to There’s a chance to gain strength.”

Barn couldn't hide his enthusiasm, shook his recovered arm, picked up his dagger again, and continued: "Nowadays, although the frequency of transfer phenomena is much lower, disasters are still frequent in the Arad continent, and the apostle's The remaining aura caused many monsters to mutate, and the people suffered greatly."

"Uncle Bwanga, think about it, if everyone can become a professional professional stably, then there will be no need to worry about the intrusion of monsters. Wouldn't this be an aspiration for world peace?"

After a lot of verbosity, Buwanga said sarcastically with a cold face: "Then, how many people will die during the experiment? The empire's experiment is full of ambition and desire, and I can't see the slightest trace of reason in it. The results of your people's pursuit of happiness are only pale bones all over the ground."

"Before building a great foundation for eternity, isn't it normal to make some small sacrifices?"

If the Delos Empire mastered the relevant abilities, would it really be as Barn said? I'm afraid it's not necessarily the case. The Kaxiu sect in the demon world is a very clear example.

When "ordinary and ordinary" suddenly hit the jackpot and possess extraordinary power, they will only quickly amplify the dark side of their hearts and try their best to show their sense of superiority.

The Royal Knights are indeed one of the most elite knights in the empire. Even though the Bantu tribe has wizards and shamans to help them, the Walker tribe and the Tulus tribe are also the bravest warriors. They still only fought evenly and hurt each other.

The outcome of the battle between Bwanga and Baan is also the key to the outcome of both parties.

"I'm sorry that you turned into such a ghost, but no matter what, I will definitely kill the Purple Mist Group and the legion at that time. No one can stop it." Bwanga easily picked up the huge totem blunt weapon, which looked like It was a palace pillar, and it left a deep mark on the ground.

"It's a pity that we can't have a good time over wine. There is good wine in the palace..." Barn sighed helplessly, feeling a little careless. Immediately, he suddenly unlocked his ghost hand chain.

The bright red veins spread rapidly from the arms, and covered Baan's neck and face in a few breaths. His handsome and fair appearance was quite strange and awe-inspiring at the moment, like a crook who was studying evil secrets.

"Although the Empire failed to find a way to cure Ghost Hands, through experiments on many Ghost Swordsmen, it has mastered a method to become stronger without losing their sanity."

Suddenly, Buwanga's pupils shrank, and the two bright feathers beside his ears, which symbolized the identity of the clan leader, were cut off by a sword light that was so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye, and they fell to the ground.

Baan raised his left hand proudly, confidently and calmly, as if he felt that the victory or defeat was determined, "The ghost hand, combined with a trace of transfer power, gives me faster and stronger power."

In order to become stronger, he will do whatever it takes.

"His mentality has changed, and he can no longer return to his true nature and set foot on his origin. However, through a series of experiments and grafting, he has almost the origin-level destructive ability." Bwanga murmured, quickly raising his weapon and facing Bane's attack. offensive.

Ding!

With the sound of gold and iron clashing, Bwanga's totem blunt weapon that had been blessed by the wizards was actually cut off by the sharp sword light, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror.

The battle between the two was like a gust of wind and rain. The sword energy was criss-crossing, splitting the earth and affecting a large area. A mountaintop was flattened and collapsed, rolling down.

Baan became more and more courageous as he fought, his eyes widened with excitement, hot breath was exhaling from his mouth and nose, and the bright red lines covering his skin seemed to come to life, gaining the absolute upper hand.

"Uncle, your physique is the most perfect I have ever seen. With just a little evolution, you can leap into the sky and look down at the world from the top of a holy mountain...storm style!"

puff!

Bwanga's shoulders, arms, waist and abdomen were all spattered with blood, and he frowned solemnly. As the swordsman's second life, his huge weapon was about to be whittled into a bare stick.

Boom!

A broken sword blade suddenly fell to the ground. Baan was stunned and slightly shocked. In the flash of lightning, his dagger was broken by some hard object.

"Bantu hunters always carry a second short knife with them when they go hunting." Bwanga said calmly, throwing away the wooden stick in his hand and replacing it with a one-foot-long weapon.

This thing is still a raw ore sent by Ye Lin. It is said that it comes from the highest holy mountain in Tabols. There is a very powerful big eagle that rests on it every day to practice. It can break the mountains with one claw. The ice dragon is in front of it. There might just be flying caterpillars and so on.

"So Uncle Bwanga, you can also use a dagger." Baan threw away the broken sword in his hand. He looked very evil when he smiled. The crimson twisted ghost hand began to squirm, the skin and flesh split, and a section of cold light emerged. The fierce bone blade.

"For asking this question, it seems that you have really forgotten where your sword is." Bwanga wiped the wounds on his body. In just a few minutes of fighting, Baan left a few wounds on himself. With ten wounds, his iron tower-like body was bathed in blood.

"Those who have a tacit understanding with weapons and can resonate with them are called sword souls. Those who are proficient in wielding hundreds of weapons and can be driven at will are the sword masters! I am just used to using blunt weapons, not that I know nothing about other weapons. Barn, you can't even Have you forgotten the concept of Sword Master?"

The burly body like a snowdrill erupted with terrifying speeds that were not suitable for its size. The stream of Bwanga's sprint seemed to turn into a mighty divine wolf, with some indescribable divinity attached to it.

The ultimate swordsmanship: Wolf God Slash!

The wolf god gives courage, the cow god gives strength, and Kunilai can fly kick (cross out)... The mythical beasts worshiped by the Bantu people are not non-existent nihilistic things. They indeed draw from their own beliefs and the patterns of mythical beasts painted by wizards. , and received considerable benefits.

Baan's heart fluctuated very obviously, almost breaking through his ribs. He used his arm as a knife, and his body turned into a bright red stream of light, intersecting with the phantom of Bwanga's divine wolf.

Instant cut!

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