At the moment of taking the risk, dudean's heart was extremely nervous, worried that he was in a coma and deliberately luring himself to approach.
But he had to do it, and there was only one chance, and if he really passed out of the coma, his caution would have been foolish.
Whoosh!
The sharp edges and limbs of dudean's body instantly approached the rickets old man, all pointing to the weak parts of his body. One of his heart was raised to his throat. At the next moment, the sharp edges and limbs of his body all hit each other. However, the thin scales on the rickets old man were extremely tough, which exceeded dudean's imagination and was much harder than steel.
His sharp blade and limbs just barely penetrated into his body, but they failed to penetrate.
At this time, rickets old man seems to be stimulated by pain to wake up, pain hum, open eyes.
Seeing his eyelids open, dudean's heartbeat is almost still. The gap between the two makes him feel the crisis of death in an instant. His brain has a burst of fever, and he roars wildly with all his sharp edges and limbs.
"Die, ah..." He roared ferociously, and his sickle like sharp blade turned into countless shadows. He was so fast that he only had a virtual shadow. He did not know how long he continued to attack. When dudean felt a feeling of extreme weakness coming to his heart, he slowly woke up, and his rapidly waving body stopped. He looked at the rickety old man under his feet, but saw that his body had already It's dilapidated, with no sound at all. It's a tragic death.
In his throat, chest, head and other fatal parts, blood holes appeared, especially in the neck, almost completely broken, leaving only a trace of blood hanging.
Dudean was stunned for a long time. He couldn't help but lift several sharp blades and stab his body into his body along the wound. He picked up his body and looked at him repeatedly. Finally, he was sure that his heart was cut off and his heart stopped. He could see through X-ray that a small piece of his heart was cut off, and the vertebrae in his neck was cut off. He was dead to death.
The master who swept the wall is dead.
He died in front of himself.
There was an unreal feeling in dudean that it all seemed to be much easier and smoother than he had expected.
The second base he had prepared for this was not useful as a trap for the next step.
After a long time, he slowly regained his composure, waved his arm and cut off the head of the rickety old man. Then he took his head and flew up to the ruins of the explosion. He looked around for the two remaining intruders. Although there was no other high-level heat emission on the scene, it did not rule out that they had hidden heat.
Live to see people, death to see the body, otherwise his heart will not be peaceful.
Half an hour later, Tudian finally found the bodies of the other two invaders, but only the remains, half of the fat man's head, one arm of the burly man, and his magic weapon knife.
Dudean flew back to the rickets old man's decapitated headless body, and now he is basically sure that all three invaders were killed here.
These intruders who make the inner wall area headache incomparably, are so damaged in his hands. It's a bit inconceivable to think about it.
However, in order to prepare for the day, he mobilized almost all the resources in the outer wall area. The black powder filled into the whole holy mountain was more than 1000 tons. Mining and manufacturing alone cost a lot of manpower. In addition, it was a crucial step to lure the invaders here and make them unprepared. Any wrong step may be another Bureau noodles.
In addition to blocking the pursuit of the inner wall area, his purpose of detonating the wall of sigh was to let the three of them relax their vigilance.
You should know that there are two levels of impact, one is intentional preparedness and the other is unintentional resistance.
Whoa!
He breathed a little, and felt a burst of exhaustion. His physical strength seemed to be completely overdrawn. He sat down on the ground, rested and recovered. At the same time, he felt another signal tube in his luggage bag and opened it. A green smoke bomb immediately rose to the sky.
A moment later, there was a sound of horse's hooves, and Noyes arrived here with a knight of light.
Seeing the ruins around dudien, Noyce and a group of bright knights were shocked and unbelievable. If it was not for the residual outline of the surrounding buildings that let them know where this was, they could hardly imagine that this huge pit was Mount uto full of holy flowers.
Noyce saw dudean's pale face and ran over at once. "How are you, young master? Are all the invaders dead? "
"Dead." "Send someone here at once, block this place, find the pieces of their bodies, and send someone to bring herrisha here. I'll go to the inner wall later," he said, gasping
When he heard the wound healer's intention, he didn't know what he was going to do "The intruder has been solved. Why do you want to go to the inner wall area? Why don't you wait until the wound is healed?" he askedDudean took the medicine from him. While applying the medicine, he said: "the master in the inner wall area is also seriously injured now. I must kill her before she recovers. Otherwise, it will be very difficult to find such an opportunity in the future. If I don't come back, it may not be able to come back. You can let kaki and their families leave the Vatican and remain anonymous and live."
Hearing dudean's voice, Noyce felt a throb in his heart, and could not help saying, "young master, don't say despondent words. You will certainly come back. You are the only one who can escape from thornbush prison for hundreds of years. What is this little difficulty
Du Dean's mouth slightly tugged, as if showing a wry smile. The thorn flower escaped from prison is nothing to him now. However, it seems that he has left a deep impression on Noyce. He sighed in his heart and thought that if I could have more pioneers to help me, his chances of survival would be much higher. Unfortunately, he had to fight alone, only herisa Can accompany him.
Noyce saw the bitterness in dudean's eyes, but he was still reluctant to speak. He knew that it was useless to say anything to encourage him at this moment. He might as well try to help him give advice. However, if he wanted to give an idea, he thought that he could think of it. Most of the time, dudean had already thought of it, and it was useless to say it. Suddenly, he felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart. He really wanted to be able to I can't help him.
Seeing his angry face, dudean patted him on the shoulder and said, "don't worry. I'm sure it will be all right with herisa. Go and bring her here. I'll heal first."
"I see." Noyce took a deep breath, nodded and agreed, and turned to command a group of bright knights to guard dudean here.
"The dragon mother didn't chase after her. Most of it was sequelae, and she needed to cultivate herself. Otherwise, she had no reason to miss this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. I hope the dragon clan has no healing elixir that can help her recover her fighting power immediately. Otherwise, it will be a bad trip..." Dudean was sitting on the ground, and a young knight of light held a stone behind him and leaned against him.
Dudean took a look at the young knight and said thanks. Then he leaned on the stone and used dragon blood technique to speed up the recovery of his body injury. Meanwhile, he thought about the chance of going to the inner wall area.
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