Lord of the Desert

Chapter 171
Many snake people are venomous.

Hong Fan reached out to support the exhausted soldier, wanting to check the wound on his neck.

But the battlefield did not give him this leisure.

The evil wind came from behind.

The sand shield gathered itself in the air and was blown away by one blow.

Hong Fan took advantage of this gap to push away the soldiers, raised his arms high, and supported the sharp claws under the cover.

The force of this blow was greater than expected, and it actually made his knees fall short.

This is an elite snakeman more than six meters long, covered in ocher scales, and judging from its size, it should have endured three blood sacrifices.

It is almost the combat power of the initial stage of human beings in the Chaotic Realm.

The snake man spat out the letter, his cloudy yellow eyes stared at the prey, and his paws pressed down hard.

Regarding strength, it also has self-confidence within the clan, how can it look up to a short and thin alien race?
However, just as the snake man was expecting the sound of tendons snapping, his arm was lifted abruptly.

The howling sound surrounded by wind and sand filled its inner ossicles.

Standing up from under the sharp claws was a sand-cast warrior nearly ten feet tall.

The snake man retracted the letter, twisted his waist and thrust out his right claw, inserting it into the warrior's breastplate.

Immediately locked up by solidified quicksand.

Offensive and defensive instant conversion.

Hong Fan clenched the snake's claws tightly with one hand, pushed back a few steps with his weight advantage, and held the snake's head with the other hand, and slammed it against the female wall.

Several city bricks were shattered, and broken scales splashed everywhere.

The snake man struggled frantically, but he couldn't let go of his hands, so he could only use his long tail to whip him.

But it's useless.

The flaming flow of true energy surged inside the sand armor, raising the temperature to [-] degrees Celsius, which instantly disabled the snake man's arms.

The gravel on the breastplate deformed and surged forward, fixing the upper body of the snake man and turning it into a guillotine.

The sand knife beeped.

A second later, the snake's head fell to the ground, and the cut surface was smooth.

The still twitching corpse of the headless snake was pushed down the city wall.

Hong Fan dispersed to Shajia, and was about to join the next battle circle, when he heard the high-frequency sound of the battle.

The snake people reacted immediately.

The snakemen who hadn't reached the city wall turned back and retreated, while those clinging to the city wall bounced down the city.

As for those who have already gone to the city, they became more and more violent, attacking and changing their lives regardless of the cost, until they died.

The uproar faded away.

The sun is pressing heavily on the western sky, pouring down the red twilight.

It shines on the city like blood, and it shines on the blood like ink.

Hong Ping took off his pocket-handle, and threw the rasp-hand ax that had already cut its curly blade back to the corner of the wall.

The sharp weapon was released, and the fear and exhaustion suppressed by the hormone suddenly surged up.

He took a few steps in a daze, and his legs were about to collapse when his legs gave way.

At the critical moment, a boost appeared in the armpits.

But Hong Fu rushed half a step beside him and held him back.

After eating this fight, Hong Ping felt his hands and feet getting colder and colder, and he was forced to lean over half of his body weight.

"Brother Ping, you can do something yourself."

Hong Fu cried out in a low voice.

"I'm also very vain."

Hong Ping turned his head to look, and saw the little fat man's forehead was stained with blood, and his clean face was bloodless.

"Sorry, I really can't control my hands and feet..."

He lowered his head and said, inexplicably a little embarrassed.

In addition to the fists and kicks in ethnology, this is the first physical contact between the two cousins.

"Sit down and have a rest."

Hong Fu replied.

The two moved staggeringly, leaning against the parapet.

Then, they didn't dare to glance left and right, but looked up tacitly to watch the sunset.

At dusk, the rays of the sun are particularly strong, making people confused.

"Hong Fu."

Hong Ping called out suddenly.

"I did a lot of shameless things in the past, and I will tell you today."

He tilted his head slightly.

There was no reply.

Hong Ping was at a loss.

He turned his head to look, and found that Hong Fu was laughing silently with his head resting on his hands.

"What time is it, and you still pick up that crap?"

The little fat man glanced at his cousin and laughed.

He felt a tightness in his waist, and he pulled out a hand, but pulled out a half-embedded residual scale from the armor.

The scales were stained with blood of unknown origin, staining Hong Fu's fingers red.

"It's a small matter, but it must be said now."

Hong Ping also laughed.

"Otherwise, in today's situation, who knows if there will be a chance in the future?"

He turned his gaze away as he spoke, and forcibly looked at the snake man who died under the parapet a few meters away.

The smile fades quickly.

But the cold hands and feet became warmer and stronger.

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An hour later.

The four fields were completely dark, as if they were covered by a curtain.

Rows of torches were lit behind the parapet.

Most of the soldiers went down to the city to eat and rest, and the auxiliary soldiers and the reserves went to the city to dispose of the corpses and do simple cleaning.

As for the messy ditches, no one can take care of them.

Hong Fan stood alone on the top of the city, looking down at the city by the light of the fire.

In the pit, a snake man who had been disemboweled was lying on his back, his body pierced by several wooden thorns.

But its eyes are still wide open, as if it is staring at the people in the city.

Snakes have no eyelids, only transparent scales to protect the eyeballs. Hong Fan has long known this.

Whether in the Zhonghua of the previous life or the Dahua of this life, snakes are closely connected with concepts such as "immortality" and "death without stiffness".

Gein's unique temperament gives people the feeling of being between Yin and Yang.

Behind Hong Fan, footsteps approached.

He turned his head and saw Hong Lie coming.

"The statistics came out after the war."

Hong Lie also stood against the wall and said.

"In this battle, 320 three-headed snake men were killed, and we had 150 casualties."

"74 dead, 28 seriously injured, and 52 slightly injured who can fight again in the short term."

Hong Fan sighed.

It's not ugly to say that one person exchanges two snake people.

The problem is that Jin Hai is the defender, with strong bows and crossbows and sufficient city defense equipment.

"With the fearlessness of the snake people, if the defense of the city is changed to fighting in the wild, I am afraid that the exchange ratio of one to ten can be played."

Hong Fan said in a low voice.

"It won't be so easy next time."

Hong Lie nodded.

They could all see that the attack in the afternoon was just a temptation by a foreign race.

As the son of God's private army, the opponent doesn't know enough about human methods.

After throwing down more than [-] lives today, there will definitely be adjustments next time.

The two were speechless for a while.

The fire flickered, and Hong Lie also saw the snake man crucified below the city.

"It's obviously dead, but it looks like it's alive."

Hong Fan said, his voice was faint.

"When I was not dead earlier, I looked lifeless."

"The muscles on the face of the snake man are sparse, and it is difficult to see the expression."

Hong Lie took the conversation.

"So after every battle with the Snakeman, the first thing we do is to behead him to make up for the knife."

Hong Fan suddenly asked: "Are the snake people afraid?"

Hong Lie was speechless.

At this time, a rough voice responded.

"of course!"

It was Liao Zhenghao passing by while patrolling the city.

"Fortune tellers often say 'There is no good or bad in the way of heaven', has my nephew heard of it?"

He came over and patted Hong Fan on the shoulder.

"It's auspicious if you can get what you want, but it's bad if you don't have it."

"With gains and losses in the heart, there will be a heart of worry-according to Buddhism, it is because of 'ego' that troubles arise."

"Since snake people have desires, they will naturally be afraid."

Hong Fan asked after hearing the words: "What does the snake man want?"

"They want blood!"

Liao Zhenghao replied without thinking.

(End of this chapter)