It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

This time, not even a third of the people who rushed out of the siege with him remained, and Duncan couldn't take care of these now.His only task is to kill the commander of the alienated monsters that brought variables to the battlefield.

The moment he broke out of the encirclement, Victoria turned over and jumped off the horse, and quickly ran in another direction.

What she promised has been done, so the next battle has nothing to do with her.

Duncan smiled. If he had the chance, he wanted to thank the other party well. He raised his sword without the slightest hesitation.

A vertical slash carried the several-meter-long light blade and flame tail, and swung it down heavily.The black-robed priest didn't seem to expect that someone would break through the obstacle and rush in front of him. He only had time to raise his right hand and use his own palm to catch this powerful slash!

After a roar of metal collision, the violent burning fire spread to all directions in an instant.

The slender and sharp sword edge cut half of the opponent's palm, but it was difficult to continue downward. The sword was actually blocked by the opponent's empty hand!

Duncan could feel that the opponent's strength was even faintly superior to his own. If it wasn't for the hasty defense, he wouldn't even suffer a slight injury.

He quickly calmed down, took a deep breath, and fired thirteen swords again in less than a second!

The sharp claws and the sword wind collided with each other, picking up the dazzling sparks, the movements of the two were extremely fast, and the impenetrable attack made people breathless!

Ding!

Duncan's speed slowed down a bit by duplicating his limit for the second time, and the sword edge was firmly grasped by the opponent.

It was an old and withered right hand with metallic black scales.On his middle finger was a ring inlaid with round black gemstones the size of pigeon eggs, and the appearance of this thing made Duncan's pupils shrink suddenly.

The flowing fire and strong wind ignited and lifted the black priest's robe, and under the hood was a wrinkled old face with a mocking smile.

"Harrington Assamat—"

The foul-blooded nobles in the upper city, the parliamentary representative of the ancient noble faction, one of the most powerful foul-blooded species in Enoch, and the current leader of the Assamite clan - he did not die in the sea of ​​blood created by the queen out of control, but Appeared in the most inappropriate place!

There is no need for extra questioning and speculation, the conclusion has become extremely clear.

"You betrayed Enoch and Her Majesty the Queen!"

"Wrong, young man, it was you who betrayed Enoch."

Harrington clenched his palms tightly, squeezing Duncan's saber and twisting it into a shapeless shape, while the high temperature made the sword body red and soft.

He laughed wantonly:

"Sign a contract with those human wizards, give up hunting and our traditions, and survive on the feeding of the people of Set...willing to put away the fangs and sharp claws, and change from a noble wolf to a collared one dog!"

"I believe in the new master of this wilderness, who is far more powerful than those wizards, as long as you help my lord come - I will make the new king of dirty blood, and all human beings in the material world will become our noble blood like now servant!"

Duncan frowned, and began to gather strength again.

"You should have betrayed earlier. I have always felt that relying solely on Sophia is not enough to accomplish those things. There are other forces secretly supporting him. So don't talk about the bloodline theory. As early as the wizard You betrayed Enoch before you showed up.”

Harrington paid no heed to the irony,

"You're right, but what's wrong with surrendering to a more powerful force? The queen has failed. That idiot even lost control completely and destroyed our uptown! Hahaha, it's so ironic. This is what I used to do The king you serve?”

"I will not let you survive, there will be no place for you in the new order!"

The sword in his hand had completely melted into a puddle of molten iron. Along with the curse and high temperature, Harrington waved the molten iron and sprinkled it out. With Duncan's current distance, it was difficult to effectively dodge this attack.

In the next second, a bat-winged cloak appeared between the two of them, completely blocking the molten iron.

It was Maxwell, this old man who had been depressed after the Blood Queen lost control. Even when facing the charge of the alienated army, he only exerted a basic power of Blood, just to ensure that he did not leave the team.

But at this moment, he exposed his fangs again.

"You... deserve to die!"

The edge of the black cloak rolled up like a blade, and collided with Harrington's right hand covered with metal scales. Something like blood and fire spattered between the two, and they gradually lit up and emitted like red-hot metal. Blazing light and heat.

In the collision of these two forces, Assamat and Maxwell each took a step back.

"So it's your half-dead old dog. I've been thinking about it for a long time. If there is no Queen Enoch—you are worthy of being a member of the nobles with your half-blood?"

"Duncan Coleridge, you go back."

Maxwell's temperament changed back to the dignified old man under the throne, and he shouted loudly:

"Your strength is running out, maybe you still have a chance to forcefully go back now. After sending me to this place, your task has been completed, and now the rest is for me and Assamite. "

Duncan sliced ​​through several approaching aliens with the sharp edge of his shield,

"Stop joking, our task is to kill him, only in this way can we eliminate danger for the city."

Maxwell shook his head slightly,

"No matter what my result is, he will definitely die. You don't have to worry about that."

"And you can't die now, Enoch needs you."

The old man roared, waving his bat-winged cloak and began to fight another member of the dirty blood, blood and fire splashed across the space.If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, no one would have believed that there would be so much flesh and blood on the bodies of the two skinny old men.

The two were on par in terms of speed, strength, and self-healing ability. The overflowing power of the battle shattered the ground and shattered all the alienated creatures that approached.

"You are right, Assamite!"

"I'm just a dog raised by Her Majesty the Queen—so, I will kill anyone who dares to insult her! It's still the same even if she is dead now!"

The sharp edge of the cloak cut Assamet's cervical spine, his head clenched his teeth in mid-air, and a blood-red fierce light flashed in his eyes.

"You mad dog! You should die with your master!"

The hot blood suddenly pulled his head back, and an extremely dangerous familiar feeling flashed through Duncan's consciousness, and he immediately warned:

"careful!"

The soil under Assamet's feet shattered, and a handle as thick as a child's arm bounced up. It turned out to be an ax handle.

It was completely exposed from the soil. It was seven feet long and the ax handle the size of a wheel looked like a terrifying weapon belonging to the legendary giant.

That is Alan Zmissy's lost relic—Sir Ruthvan's ax of punishment!

Harrington grabbed it hard and swung it forward!

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Chapter 70 The End of the Noble Blood

The moment he lifted the battle axe, several wounds opened on Harrington Assamite's exposed skin, and the flowing blood evaporated into a dense scarlet mist.And his strength also began to increase at a terrifying rate.

The relic's properties cause the user to bleed continuously, gaining thirteen times the physical strength before the blood is completely drained.Its characteristics will increase with the number of devoured souls. Before Alan Zimixi lost it, it was already unknown how many people were killed in the wilderness.

Although Harrington's physical strength is not as terrifying as Allen's, it has at least reached the standard of the upper blood nobles.The power that was originally equivalent to Maxwell was magnified to the extreme at this time, which suddenly broke the fragile balance between the two!

Harrington swung a black trajectory, which was a terrible hurricane set off by the ax blade!Even the ground that was not in contact with it fell apart under the invisible fluctuations, and the rain curtain in midair was torn apart by the power of the giant axe!

Harrington Assamite grinned grinningly. The muscles on his skinny arms were knotted, and iron-black metallic scales covered his entire upper body and face. The old man's facial bones became thick and protruding outwards. It was like wearing a majestic mask made of cold iron.

This change makes him look like a dragon descendant of a certain subspecies, which is a characteristic of only the oldest dirty blood. Their bloodline is closer to the age of gods, and their appearance is obviously different from ordinary humans.

Maxwell's right arm was deformed and twisted under this terrible force. The white arm bones stained with blood were misaligned and bent, piercing the muscles and skin of the elbow. The wrist and fingers were even more twisted.

And the black cloak like a bat's wing was completely shattered before it touched the giant axe, scattered into black butterfly-like debris and burned.

Sir Rusfan's ax of punishment broke through all of Maxwell's defenses, and slashed head-on on the old man's chest!

His lower body flew out, while the upper part of his chest was hung on the barbs of the axe, and his gray intestines and internal organs flowed out mixed with hot air.

"You should die like this, and the dog should die with its owner."

Harrington sneered.

He is confident that he can defeat either Duncan or Maxwell, but he is not sure about facing them both at the same time.

At best, those alienated people could only obey some simple orders, which would not be of much use in the melee between the three of them.However, the old man of the secret party suffered a serious mental decline after the death of Queen Enoch. He was instantly severely injured and lost the ability to fight under this obvious trap, which made the battle no longer suspense.

"And you too, Harrington Assamite...a dog who betrays its master dies a worse death."

"Let's go Duncan, I said I would kill him, maybe it's too late for you to go now."

Maxwell's throat made a strange sound. Because of the power of the holy object, his right arm was completely severed from the joints as if he had been punished by ancient punishments, but his left arm remained intact in an inexplicable way.

This old mad dog has probably lost his mind. The Queen's fall and the subsequent blows left him with no ability to distinguish the situation.

Harrington thought it was ridiculous. He looked at the opponent with mocking eyes and punched him weakly with his left hand, hitting him on the chest.

But the corner of Maxwell's mouth held the same sarcasm, and then the smiling face was quickly covered with a layer of yellow-green mildew, and the old man's skin swelled and then burst out sticky yellow pus.

Is this the uncontrollable and cursed outbreak of the foul blood when it was dying?

Harrington suddenly felt itchy in his chest, and the old nobleman's expression became horrified, because he saw a rusty bronze bracelet on the other's left wrist.

"Rotten bracelet!? Ah, you are crazy——"

He immediately let go of his right hand holding the sacred battle axe, but the palm stained with the opponent's blood was unnaturally swollen, and there was a heart-rending pain under every scale covering the skin!

His eyeballs fell out of their sockets suddenly, and his tongue was constantly expanding and even blocked the old man's narrow throat. His face became red and purple.

The bracelet fell to the ground along with the rotten and festered arm. It was a sacred object that had been blocked by the blood for a long time. To use this kind of thing, at least half of the members of the noble council needed the approval.

And now that Uptown has been destroyed and Harrington has defected, Maxwell himself can be counted as half of the members.

Harrington Assamite had tried to find this item before Enoch's chaos erupted and he was about to flee. In his opinion, most of the items in the city should have been swallowed up by the sea of ​​blood that could swallow magic power.

What's more, if you want to use this level of sacred objects, you must sacrifice at least ten high-ranking filthy blood as human sacrifices, and there is no such number of nobles in Enoch now.

Perhaps the existence of top bloodlines like them can barely meet the needs of the ceremony, but Harrington is completely unable to understand why people like him are willing to waste their lives in such a place.

The greatest fear of life is death. In order to prolong their lives, the characters of the ancient aristocracy are even willing to be drained of blood and fall into a long sleep in the state of mummified corpses.For him like this, it is completely incomprehensible that someone in a high position would sacrifice himself for such a ridiculous reason.

"Give me flesh and soul...I wish this body was born a plague, I wish this body was born a hurricane."

"For... Her Majesty Rosalia!"

The old man's voice was full of loneliness and relief.