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Volume Two: Demonic Invasion Chapter 205: Killing the Gargoyle

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    "Cuckoo¡ª¡ª" The gargoyle made a strange sound. It flapped its wings and faced off with the Ataks in the air. Neither party wanted to act rashly.  It does not look strong, but it is very powerful. It can catch people high in the air and slam them to the ground. It can also absorb the magician's elemental power when it is close enough, preventing the magician from casting spells.  In addition to releasing elemental blades, some gargoyles also know a variety of magic.

    This is because some of them used to live in places such as churches, palaces, magicians' residences, and noble mansions before they became weapons of demons, so they acquired special powers without knowing it.  Most scholars believe that obsidian can automatically remember and absorb some indescribable things in the surrounding environment, and bless them to oneself.

    Dwarves take advantage of this characteristic of obsidian and put obsidian weapons and armor into the steel waterfall. When they take it out after two or three years, they will find that it has become sharper.  If you place it in a place such as a volcano or snowy peak, it will possess elemental power after a while.  If you place it in a church for worship, it will be able to cause more damage to undead creatures within a few months In short, some gargoyles are placed in special places and have special abilities.

    This gargoyle obviously also knows special abilities. A red light flashed in its empty eyes, and one of the Atak soldiers fell to the ground instantly.  Others gathered around him, only to find that the unfortunate man had no external injuries and was breathing evenly. He just fell asleep.  Sleeping on the battlefield is an act of courting death. When the gargoyle raises its wings, a green blade of light will rush towards the ground.

    "Darkness isolates!" Jace raised his staff, and the green light blade was instantly shattered by a beam of black light.

    "Be careful with it, archers are ready." Rarov ordered.

    "Blood!" Bert took the sword back, and the red light continued to gather and flash on the blade.  Blood energy appeared more than a thousand years ago. At that time, warriors were often at a disadvantage in battles with magicians due to the lack of long-range attack methods. At that time, more magic appeared, causing the profession of warriors to become more and more  weak.  During that "Magician Era", various countries began to reduce the size of their infantry and vigorously develop magicians.  Many people thought that this continent would be ruled by magic.

    But he is an excellent warrior, and he vows to provide energy attack methods to warriors.  Since the warrior has little mental power and no magic power, he uses his own blood as "magic power", condenses it into the weapon, and then uses his own strength and a little mental power to launch it "blood energy"  born.

    Hundreds of years later, "anger" appeared, and senior warriors turned their emotions into energy, bursting out with extremely terrifying destructive power.  As a result, the status of magicians has been weakened, and the ensuing "Dragon War" has severely damaged the profession of magicians. Who can calculate how many outstanding magicians there are with their terror?  Wisdom died in the dragon's breath.

    The gargoyle knew the consequences of being hit by blood energy, so it immediately swooped down and sent out another mental shock.  Bert stumbled, and he accidentally glanced at the gargoyle.  Even though he was strong-willed, he felt an extremely heavy sleepiness coming over him. Bert shook his body. At this time, he felt that sleeping was a very comfortable thing, as if there was a soft bed underneath him.  , as long as you lie down, you will immediately fall into a warm dream.

    He understands the horror of illusion. This kind of magic can paralyze people's brains and create hallucinations.

    "Bert, don't sleep!" Lear ran over and patted Bert hard, hoping to save Bert from his sleepiness.  But the druid's work was destined to be in vain. Bert tried his best to ensure that he did not fall directly.  He fought desperately with the God of Dreams, and also fought desperately with the coming God of Death.

    Even Bert would die if he was caught by a gargoyle and dropped from a height of several hundred meters.  People fighting gargoyles should be careful when they suddenly fly to a place where they can't see them, then use their claws to grab one of them by the collar, and throw the unlucky guy from a place as high as the tower to watch him turn into a  A miserable pile of red mixture.  Among the remaining self-awareness of the gargoyle, the most important thing left is "attack".

    Being caught and thrown out by such a big monster is a painful way to die.  This gargoyle also understands this. As obsidian with an endless lifespan, its hands are stained with countless amounts of blood.  It has heard countless times the beautiful sounds of humans falling to the ground, and the painful whispers of their dying struggles.  It has seen countless times, human skulls being smashed by the hard ground, blood and brains spurting out, and more humans, every inch of the body's bones have lost their integrity.  When the gargoyles are satisfied to examine the results, they often only need a kick to find that their bodies are in pieces.

    A place filled with arrowsIt shot onto the gargoyle's body, but it could only embed a little bit.  It doesn't care about such minor injuries. As long as you give it an obsidian stone half the size of your palm, it can automatically absorb it and restore its own strength.

    "Vine!" Lear waved the branch, and the vines sleeping underground immediately emerged from the soil and snow, tightly entangled the gargoyle's legs, forcing it to land.  The gargoyle's body hit the ground heavily, but it was not hurt.  It struggled a few times and soon regained its balance.  At the same time, the Atak people came up and slashed at it with various weapons.  Although its body is strong, it still cannot withstand such a fierce attack.

    It kicked its legs, tore off the vines, pushed away the Atak soldiers with its cold claws, and then ran out of the encirclement net.  But Lier continued to summon vines, constantly restricting its power so that it could not fly as freely as before.

    "Continue to attack!" Larov said firmly, unable to let such a beast fly around.

    ¡°I don¡¯t know if it lost its sense of direction in the chaos or something, but the gargoyle began to rush aimlessly.  The soldiers spread out to avoid being reduced to flesh under the gargoyle's footsteps. After cutting Li'er's vines once again, it decided to fly.  It ran forward, hoping to use a run-up to make its flight smoother, butin front of it was a tower.

    The burning tower collapsed immediately after being hit by it, and the twenty demon archers inside were also crushed under the wooden planks.  The gargoyle could no longer maintain its balance. It fell heavily to the ground and became the culprit of burying the demons together with the wooden board. The black gargoyle and the gray wooden board formed a sharp contrast.

    Bert also returned to normal at this time, and he strode towards the gargoyle.  Others also know that the creature struck by Burt's bloody giant sword definitely has no reason for Yukimura.  The Atak people were all very competitive, and they did not intend to throw away the credit for killing the gargoyles in vain, so they rushed faster one by one.  However, when they were still about ten meters away from the fallen gargoyle, the gargoyle suddenly waved its claws, sat up on the remains of the tower, and pounced on the Atak.

    "Damn it, it's just pretending!" Larov cursed, but he still couldn't avoid the fate of soldiers being knocked down by it.  The gargoyle kept roaring and grabbed a hired shooter with its claws, making a ferocious expression.

    "You bastard!" The others saw it in great pain, and they all quickened their pace in the hope of saving the unfortunate mercenary.  But the gargoyle it would not leave this chance. This violent beast pinched the Atak with his left hand, grabbed his head with his right hand, and then pulled out hard, and blood suddenly spurted out from the broken neck.  The gargoyle made a sharp sound, like drinking wine, turned the mercenary's headless corpse upside down, and then gently held it, and the blood and internal organs immediately flowed out, flowing unstoppably into its greedy mouth.

    Seeing that their partners who had fought together before were now brutally killed in this way, everyone burst out with extreme anger.  Although the gargoyle has no emotions, it still moves backwards out of instinct.

    "The ultimate collapse, splitting the mountain!" Burt jumped high, and with the fierce attack of his sword blade, one of the gargoyle's legs was removed.  It flapped its wings, but it was too late and could only fall to the ground again.

    "Kill this bastard!" The soldiers swarmed up and attacked it crazily.  Soon, this gargoyle lost the ability to move, and at most it could only scare people with its still hideous and terrifying appearance.

    ?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? out of grief and turned to the mercenary's body has been transformed into a human body, and his thrown out the head.  Facing such a terrifying scene, the first thing everyone felt was not fear, but anger, anger towards the demons and the demon army.  People can still recall that just half an hour ago, the owner of this body was still chewing the meat of the Snow Troll, laughing and making trouble with others, playing cards, and talking about women and fighting skills.

    What comes to mind is that he once deceived a certain partner at the gambling table, cursed others, had a bad temper, and liked to tease girls with obscene words.  But now, no one still harbors any ill will toward him.  The dead are the dead, there is no need to stay angry.  His problems, after his death, became bits and pieces that no need to worry about.

    "Bury him" One of the hired shooters slowly walked to the body of the deceased and started digging a hole with his hands.  Others came up one after another, dug a grave with him, and put the body and head of the deceased into it.  According to the custom of his hometown, the bow and arrows he used during his lifetime were also put in it.

    Everyone lined up, saluted the deceased respectfully, and recited traditional prayers: "God of War, God of Death. The weapons in the hands of the warrior have been lowered. I hope he will ascend to the Hall of Valor, with the scythe and the carriage. Please have mercy on this noble warrior."  Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, do not stay what should be gone; hatred and hatred, hatred and hatred, do not continue what should be dispersed."
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