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Volume Two: Demonic Invasion Chapter 216, Conspiracy (9)

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    Ralof fought back his sleepiness and raised the steel sword, but after a while, his arm sank weakly.  Claudette saw Ralof's move and said with contempt: "Your Highness, Second Prince, since even raising a weapon is a problem, what reason do you have to insist on fighting?" He turned to the field, although  Raloff's personal guards resisted desperately, and the veterans all had superb combat skills, so only two of them have died so far.  But they were destined to be overwhelmed by the Krislin family.

    "Really? Do you really think so?" Larov raised the steel sword again, this time his arm was strong and strong.  He did not attack Claudette, but cut his own arm with a sword - the scars were shocking and blood kept gushing out.  The severe pain burned Raloff's nerves, making him particularly awake now.  The second prince first pressed the Imperial Sword against his own wound. The Imperial Sword, which contained the power of fire, immediately generated extremely high temperatures and burned Ralof's wound.  The prince showed pain in his eyes, but still strode forward, thrusting the imperial sword into Claudette who was about to turn around and retreat.

    "How is this possible" Claudette felt a pain in his abdomen, "You"

    Painful sweat flowed from Larov's forehead. He smiled slightly, but was finally defeated by the God of Sleep. He fell to the ground unable to hold on and closed his eyes.  The Imperial Sword is released, its fiery energy is constantly weakening due to the lethargy of the sword holder.

    But before that, Claudette only felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen. Although Ralof only penetrated the tip of the sword a little due to pain and coma, Claudette still suffered from tremendous pain.  He found that it was difficult to swing the sword, and the flame energy on the Imperial Sword actually burned his strength and will.  Now Claudette himself was close to falling.

    Once he falls, others will definitely be shaken, and it will be even more unpredictable who will win.  So Claude held on, slowly walked to the wall, stood leaning against the wall, and gave instructions loudly to show that he was still alive.

    "Control Claudette Crislin first, otherwise we have no chance." Lear discovered Claudette's injury.  When he woke up from his sleep, he immediately found several knives hanging around his neck.  Fortunately, he reacted quickly and summoned a bear and wolf, successfully killing the enemy. At the same time, he transformed into a werewolf to help everyone fight.

    At this time, they had gathered together back to back, forming a roughly circular formation.  This formation is quite defensive, blocking the waves of attacks from Krislin's private army like a rock withstanding the stormy waves.

    ??When Jess thought about using high-level magic, his body, especially his head, felt a burst of pain. Now he can only use negative magic to interfere with the enemy.  The archers seemed to be taking special care of him and kept shooting at the dark mage. He couldn't get away now.

    At this moment, Kahngere barely had the energy to move freely.  It rushed out of the crowd and approached Claudette in a few breaths.  The second son of the Krislin family was covering his wound, sweating and preparing to fight back.  Karngel could already see Claudette's neck being twisted by it, and there was an uncontrollable excitement and bloodlust in its heart.

    "Cut with the momentum!" Claudette took a step to the right and blocked Carngere's claws with his long sword.  His body was pushed against the wall by the werewolf's huge force, and he used the wall behind him to deflect the werewolf's tsunami-like blow.  He retracted the sword, and then took advantage of the werewolf's lack of time to recover. He quickly turned around and tore the werewolf's body apart like a piece of paper.  It roared back, growling ferociously at Claudette.  This sword skill is specially used for defense and counterattack, and it is an advanced sword skill.

    The werewolf rushed towards Claudette again. At this time, his power could only allow him to use one more attack. After the attack, his power would be completely consumed and it would take about ten minutes to return to normal.  The werewolf was injured, but its strong physique allowed it to continue fighting, but Karn Gale himself understood that it would have to retreat for a while at most.

    Both sides are at the end of their tether.

    "Forge Blade!" Claudette, worthy of his experience in the battlefield, quickly chose his attack method - using his most fierce and powerful move.  Its power is extremely terrifying, and it can be said to be a skill that can defeat the enemy with one blow.  His hands are shaking, which means that all the strength of the body is concentrated in the warrior's arms.

    Soon, he jumped up high and rotated rapidly, like a tornado flying in mid-air, and the sword blade also rotated with the rotation of his body.  He was very fast, and at such a close distance, and with the opponent being a powerful warrior, Karn Gale had no time to dodge.  The sword chopped into the werewolf's body again and again, like the flames and hammers in a furnace constantly bombarding the metal.  When Claude was exhausted, the werewolf fell to the ground covered in blood.

    Claudette used this sword skill, and as soon as his body stopped, he was carried away by the violent inertia.

    ? ?The defeat had been decided, Claudette fell heavily to the ground, and then stood up with all his strength.  He felt like he was crumbling, but he still stood on the grass in the manor, unyielding, like a mountain. No matter how hard the blow was, it could not shake him.  The hard training as a child and the battlefield training as an adult made him a steel-hard warrior.

    "Kan Gale!" Lear was shocked, but he was fighting a leopard warrior, and the opponent's sword followed him like a shadow, leaving no time for Lear to breathe.

    Kangel only felt that his vision was gradually blurring, the gray field of vision became darker, and the red color symbolizing prey had disappeared little by little.  There wasn't much pain, the werewolf's senses were numb.  It stretched its limbs, turned its back, and stared at the moon in the night sky. The blood-red moon that once appeared in its field of vision now turned back to its original beautiful silvery white color.  The moonlight cast a cold, clear light. Under the reflection of the moonlight, Kangel felt that the blood that once flowed happily was gradually solidifying, and the heart that once beat fiercely was gradually slowing down.  The long-lost peace appeared in its heart.

    It felt like it didn¡¯t want to move anymore, and some broken memories were pieced together in the moonlight.  Once upon a time, there was the glory of Standal's vigilantes, the thrill of hunting demons, and the exhilaration of drinking. Everyone fought not for fame, fortune and money, but to protect the continent of Windekenf from being invaded by demons Later, everyone hated and  Insult them and hunt them.  Like other companions, Karn Gale became cruel and violent. At first, he would transform when he saw the moon. Later, as long as it was a round object, it could ignite the madness in Karn Gale's heart In the end, they lasted for a long time.  The ground remains in werewolf form and is difficult to recover from.

    Karn Gale feels that his body is shrinking, his hair is shrinking, his sharp teeth have returned to their original blunt teeth, and his bloodshot red eyes are only a little red like those of ordinary Atak people. His desire to kill and bloodthirsty soon disappears.  To calm down, he felt fine at the moment.  Even though Destil's scythe was hanging on his throat, he was still willing to trade a thousand years for this moment.

    "Kangel Buriel!" His world is filled with color again, the dark night sky, silver moonlight, green grass, red blood, everything is so beautiful.  He roared, madly persistent.

    "Kangel Buriel!" He straightened up and stared at his human body greedily.  Two lines of blood tears flowed from his eyes. This was contaminated werewolf blood. Once it was drained, it meant that the werewolf had been permanently restored.  In history, only dead werewolves would shed it, and no one could extract the cursed blood while it was alive.

    Kangere looked at the human arm that he had returned to normal. He had missed it countless nights. It looked at other human hands with envy more than once. There were no terrifying claws or pitch-black hair.  "Kan'gal Buriel - I am not a werewolf, I am not a werewolf! I amStandal Vigilant! Always!"

    He felt that everything had been let go and it was time to go to the underworld.

    "Kan Gale" Leer kicked the orc over and looked at Karn Gale's body bitterly, "no" He couldn't imagine that his partner who had fought side by side for a long time died like this.  His last roar before his death made Leer feel desolate.  Yes, every Standal werewolf is like this, living a life full of painor suffering.

    "Claudette Crislin" Lear turned to Claudette, he had the desire to tear the opponent into pieces.  He was out of breath, but this uncontrollable desire to kill would not be disintegrated by fatigue.  Just like the legendary Germanic berserkers, they would be immersed in the pleasure of killing and become arrogant and uninhibited. The more they killed, the braver they became, and they enjoyed the fun of fighting.

    He is not a berserker, but he must avenge his dead friends.

    The moon was bright and the stars were bright, Li'er passed through the crowd, without stopping along the way, using his body to knock away the enemies and break through the obstruction of countless private troops of the Krislin family.  He is very fast and can jump over the helmets of his enemies.  Many spears stabbed him, but Leer just didn't want to give up.  Many times, he did not dodge the attacks that he could obviously avoid. The arrows landed on him, but Leer was unaware He rushed forward like lightning, and soon he was close to Claudette.

    The druid felt the pain only after he stopped, but he had no time to appreciate it.  He strangled Claudette's neck and shouted into the killing banquet: "Stop! Claudette Crislin is in my hands now." He was trying not to crush Claude directly.  First of all, he has more value, and secondly, he is Bert's brother.

    "Crislin." Claudette roared at the helpless Chrislin private army, "Remember, when your commander is under duress, do not care about his life or death, just continue to fight. I order you to give up on me  , killing the second prince Larov and all his relativesWei, Chrislin - long live!  he roared impassionedly.
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