Sanctuary Paradise

Chapter 681 Midfield
The Moon Devil Zerg...were killed by the aftermath of the attack?!

In the sky, Tafina looked at the scene on the ground, her pupils shrank slightly, and then she realized something in an instant. Without caring about anything else, she decisively shouted at the communication device:
"Everyone! Retreat immediately..."

Zheng——! !

Before Tafina could finish her words, there was a clanging sound of a blade, and a dark red blood light bloomed from the pitch-black impact. A huge amount of dark red blood energy burst out, instantly dispersing all the demonic power covering the ground, revealing a figure standing in the big pit, with fluttering white hair and dark red blood light floating in his eyes that were completely swallowed by black.

over……

A terrifying chill spread throughout Tafina's body. Facing the blood energy rising into the sky, she felt as if her consciousness was frozen there. For a moment, she was completely unable to think. She could only watch the white-haired young man draw out the blood-colored long sword in this world that had become abnormally slow, making a slashing motion. In this world that was as slow as a last glimmer of light, she felt the madly approaching death and coldness, and then...

Om-! !

A golden light appeared, and almost at the moment when the white-haired young man was about to cut with the sword, a tall black-haired young man with a body glowing with golden light and holding a huge black sword taller than himself in both hands suddenly appeared in front of him. The huge black sword in his hand instantly collided with the blood-red long sword that exuded amazing blood energy!
clang! !

The long knife and the heavy sword collided, causing a loud noise like a mountain collapsing. The surrounding ground also collapsed with both parties as the center, leaving spider-web-like cracks, causing the ground within a hundred meters to sink a large section. The dark red blood energy that should have exploded towards the surroundings condensed towards the blade in the hand of the white-haired young man because of the appearance of the black-haired young man.

The next moment, the dark red blood energy collided with the pitch-black pressure, shaking all the surrounding broken rocks into the air. The black-haired young man slightly bent his feet and blocked the slash with an extremely steady posture. Then he took a step forward, and in the golden light, he slashed the dark red blood energy compressed on the sword together with the heavy sword in his hand towards the white-haired young man.

Entangled Blade, Return to Heaven!

boom--! !

As the sword fell, the terrifying slashing pressure was filled with blood and energy, creating a huge slashing light as high as five stories, which forcibly pushed the white-haired young man back and plowed a gully more than two hundred meters long on the ground before it subsided.

So strong...

In mid-air, Tafina looked at the two people who had completed two collisions in less than half a second and caused such huge damage. Her throat moved slightly and her mind was filled with the palpitations of surviving a disaster.

Although there was no substantial evidence, her intuition told her that if the black-haired young man had not appeared in time to block the white-haired young man's knife, she and the warlocks on the armored plates of the fortress below would probably have all turned into blood mist in the dark red blood energy.

Pfft!
The sound of people falling to the ground could be heard from the armored plate. After several noble warlocks who were closer to the ground came to their senses, their legs went limp and they fell to the ground. Their bloodless faces were filled with fear. A female noble warlock who was less courageous even peed her pants while trembling.

Although it was only a brief moment, the gaze at that moment, the devil-like aura of the white-haired young man and the charm attribute of -1 point directly left indelible mental trauma to these noble warlocks who had never even seen blood twice.

"Monster...Monster..." "Help...Help..."

"I...I don't want to die..."

If you don't want to die so much, can't you stand up and run to a safe place?

In mid-air, Tafina, who had taken advantage of the two seconds of confrontation between the black-haired and white-haired youths, rushed back to the vicinity of the fortress and hid in the small side door used for attack. She glanced at the noble warlocks who could not even move on the armored plate below. A hint of contempt flashed in her eyes, but she did not pay too much attention to them. Instead, she focused her gaze on the two people who were still in confrontation, and unconsciously clenched the pyroxene staff in her hand.

For a moment, the entire battlefield seemed to be caught in a strange atmosphere.

The roar of artillery fire, the shouts of killing mixed in the strong wind...all the sounds seemed to be gradually fading away, making the surroundings become quieter and quieter, and even giving people a feeling that one's own breathing and heartbeat can be clearly heard.

Zheng!
The clanging sound of the blade instantly made Tafina's spirit tense to the extreme, but the next second, the action of the white-haired young man made her and other warlocks in the fortress stunned.

"This is…"

From the bird's-eye view from above, it can be clearly seen that the white-haired young man standing at the end of the ravine did not continue to attack after confronting the black-haired young man in front of him for a few seconds. Instead, he turned his wrist and put the blood-colored long sword into the scabbard at his waist with a crisp sound. After taking a deep look at the black-haired young man with his pupils that were completely swallowed by the darkness, he turned around from the quickly formed space teleportation array and disappeared on the spot with the explosion of space fluctuations.

Disappeared……

Tafina looked at the white-haired young man who suddenly turned and left, and looked at the huge gully on the ground that still retained a strong dark red blood aura. She was stunned for a moment, until the long whistle sound representing retreat came from a distance, she realized what had happened.

The enemy... retreated.

"Is this... the end?"

Tafina murmured as she looked at the scene in front of her. As if in response to her question, the next second, the voice of the black-haired young man suddenly came from her ears:

"It's just halftime, they won't give up that easily."

Lord Black Sword?!
Facing the black-haired young man who suddenly appeared beside her, Tafina's back first tightened, then she breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the tall and reliable figure of the black-haired young man, and said a little embarrassedly:

"I'm sorry, Lord Black Sword... I made you laugh."

Although she was a great sorcerer, she was shocked and distracted by the aura of the white-haired young man when he appeared from a distance of hundreds of meters. Even though she knew that this was related to the unimaginable power gap between the two sides, in her opinion, it was still an extremely serious mistake.

"It doesn't matter."

The black-haired young man shook his head and didn't care about this little thing. In his opinion, it was a very good thing that the gray-haired girl, a wizard who was barely a third-level second-tier wizard, could remain calm when facing the aura of the white-haired hunter.

"Notify everyone else to return to the fortress to rest. Everyone should gather at the main gate in eight hours."

"By the way, remember those who were scared and ran away this time, and tell Ryan to send them to the front-line troops separately."

The black-haired young man said, and after giving an order to Tafina, he didn't say anything else. He took a step forward, and his figure disappeared again in a space fluctuation.

"Yes, Lord Black Sword!"

Upon hearing this, Tafina put her legs together and made a military gesture of accepting orders. Not daring to delay any longer, she stepped on the pyroxene shuttle and flew towards the warlocks below.

Although they didn't know why the enemy suddenly retreated, for them who had been fighting for a whole day, this was equivalent to a long rest period, which was absolutely extremely precious.

……

Hughland Fortress.

"Brother Randy! Um...um, I guess you're not hurt anywhere, right?"

"Don't worry~ I'm a roaming hunter. When it comes to running away and staying alive, all of them combined may not be as good as me~!"

The top of the dark brown fortress was obviously more bumpy than before. The young nobleman caught the little white-haired girl who rushed towards him and smiled confidently, but then he seemed to have thought of something, and a helpless look appeared on his face, and he said:

"Well~ Although it seems like I was the one who got away this time?"

Unlike the white-haired young man and the black-haired young man who fought passionately from day to night, from the atmosphere all the way to the fortress gate, and had thousands of rounds of back and forth, the confrontation on his side could be said to be extremely leisurely. The whole process was basically just him and the masked guy chatting nonsense with each other while dodging each other, and there was never a head-on collision at all.

"That's why I hate guys like this who are even more cunning than me~!"

The noble young man sighed, and after thinking about the other party's performance in his mind, he gently rubbed his temples, showing a helpless expression, but his gray-white pupils were full of solemnity. A soul system that has opened the soul space and mastered some kind of stand-like ability...

Considering that the other party is also a violator, maybe it shouldn't be simply regarded as a substitute ability? Instead, it would be more appropriate to regard it as a puppet ability?
the most important is……

"In the end, we still haven't figured out that guy's cards?"

The young nobleman narrowed his eyes, looked up at the gray-black fortress standing like a mountain in the distance, and a hint of thought flashed across his eyes.

Originally, he wanted to rely on the advantage of his Ranger's Mark to detect the opponent's specific information, but he didn't expect that the opponent's information level was hidden like a real Pioneer. Not to mention detailed abilities, in the end, after detecting for a long time, he couldn't even detect the opponent's profession.

Could it be that the guy really got himself a pioneer status?
But in this case, how did the other party manage to ignore the limit and enter...

"Um...Um, Brother Randy?"

"Hmm? Xiaoyun, what's wrong?"

At the top of the fortress, the young nobleman lowered his head, thinking in his mind. At this moment, the little white-haired loli in his arms suddenly spoke hesitantly, which made him come back to his senses.

"No...nothing, I'm just a little curious...Could that Black Sword be the sinister guy in the Sanctuary Paradise that you mentioned before, Brother Randy?"

The little white-haired girl asked hesitantly, obviously still not forgetting what the young nobleman had talked to her about before.

When the young nobleman heard this, he was startled at first, then he laughed and said:

"Huh? It's not possible, and it's definitely possible. If it weren't for this guy, I would have performed a handstand in public when I got back!"

If before the war he was doubtful whether the so-called black sword was the bastard that perfectly inherited the "legacy of the Holy Land" as he guessed, then after seeing what happened on the Samsara side and the situation on the battlefield, he was completely certain.

Bright and majestic? Upright?
Go to hell, who the hell is so noble and upright as to personally set a trap for others, or so upright as to cooperate with a violator and get away with it?

He even seriously suspected that the other side was able to cram in an excess of people into this war world not because of the violator called Performer, but because the black-haired young man who looked intimidating and solemn on the surface had done some shameful things in secret with the identity of a pioneer. Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain why a violator could do such a thing.

"Xiao Yun, I remember you registered a forum account for Paradise Express? Please help me post an article now. The title should be "Revealing the True Identity of the Black Sword"!"

After the young nobleman finished answering, he seemed to have thought of something, looked down at the white-haired little Lolita in his arms, and a cunning smile appeared on his face.

Since it has been confirmed that the other party is the representative figure of this generation of the Holy Land, he naturally has no interest in competing with him. But even if he doesn't want to compete, as a competitor, he has to do something, and spreading rumors about the other party is the best way to do it.

"This one……"

"Don't worry, don't feel guilty. I assure you that the real face of that guy called Black Sword is definitely different from what you saw on the Internet!"

"But...but, Brother Randy, the topic you just talked about..."

"It's already been published in Paradise Express."

The little white-haired girl stammered, took out a newspaper from her bosom, and handed it to the young nobleman. Hearing this, he was startled at first, then looked at the newspaper in front of him, and finally fell silent after seeing the topic of "Heartless! The Black Sword's True Face You Don't Know!" which firmly occupied the top three related contents. There were posts ranging from talking about the dark side of the Black Sword to various bizarre hobbies, and even each of them came with a tens of thousands of words of essays to prove it.

"Brother Randy, do you want to continue sending the one you just mentioned?"

"...Forget it. I don't think many people will receive the letter even if I send it. You should just focus on preparing your army of undead, Xiaoyun."

……

Dika Fortress.

"So, what's going on."

Inside the messy fortress, the white-haired young man looked at the werewolf youth in front of him and spoke.

In fact, the retreat just now was not his own wish, but the werewolf youth suddenly said that they did not have enough troops, so he had to stop temporarily and chose to retreat.

"Well, just like what you saw, Brother Bai, it's all lit up."

The young werewolf coughed, looked at the empty hall beside him, and said awkwardly.

"..."

The white-haired young man was silent for a while after hearing this. He looked around and glanced at the Inhuman priests who did not dare to approach the entrance. Then his eyes fell on the werewolf young man again and he said:

"I remember you said the first batch of troops would be enough for at least two days."

"Well, this... theoretically speaking, it is like this, but Brother Bai, you can't blame me for this! It's because the other team is too damn outrageous! Let me tell you, the other team is using it like a ghost, and they surrounded our people out of nowhere. If I hadn't shared the vision with several of them, I wouldn't even know where they came from..."

The young werewolf coughed and explained, becoming more and more excited as he spoke. It was obvious that he was greatly stimulated by what happened today.

All along, because he was a summoner, he had learned some simple tactics from level one to level three. Although he couldn't say he was very sophisticated, at least he could give some orders.

But after this battle, the werewolf youth was completely confused by the opponent. Although they had similar or even superior forces, the opponent's army and attack rhythm were just the same, and he was beaten so hard that he didn't even know what he was doing in the end.

To describe the feeling specifically, it's like you're still in F2A, but the opponent is directly commanding four lines, showing off all kinds of micro-manipulations, and can turn all those small battles that seem evenly matched into big advantages for you. In the end, they use similar or even inferior forces to beat you into a Muggle in front of you with a confused look on your face.

Although the werewolf youth struggled hard during this process, after realizing that the tactics that popped into his head would only be seen through by the opponent and have a counterproductive effect, he obediently continued to choose the charge style of play, and then... then it became like this.

The troops that should have been able to sustain for two days were wiped out in one day. Although a second wave of troops for the general attack was on the way, the werewolf youth's intuition told him that if the current problem was not resolved, the same or even worse result would most likely occur later.

"Anyway, Brother Bai, I think we need to find an experienced foreign aid as soon as possible. Do you have any ideas?"

"..."

Inside the fortress, the white-haired young man was silent for a while after hearing the words of the werewolf young man. He looked at the trembling Inhuman commanders in front of him, thought for a while about the camp characteristics of the Gusa Alliance and his own fighting level with the werewolf young man, and then continued to remain silent.

For a moment, the atmosphere seemed to become somewhat dead silent. The white-haired young man looked at his contact list. After a long silence, he raised his head again and said:

"Contact Randy."

The white-haired young man said, as if he had made some kind of decision, and said to the werewolf youth:
"Tell him to cooperate in the second half."

……

(End of this chapter)