Chapter 1381 Centaur

Qilidogan confronts Lancelot, and a fierce fight breaks out between the two.

But when humanity's top aliens faced off against the generals of the Three-Eyed Clan, they were at a huge disadvantage from the beginning.

Qilidoan's fighting style has no fancy, pure aesthetics of violence, violent sword moves and agility at a speed that is inconsistent with his size.

Every move he made created a huge storm, and even Lancelot, who was at full fire, found it difficult to find a flaw.

But even so, he still wants to fight and attack Qilidoan with the sword in his hand!

"boom!!"

Qilidoan's giant sword hit the protective shield Grad hard. The powerful force caused the air to distort, and an invisible shock wave rippled out in all directions to the west.

The surrounding land for dozens of miles has turned into a huge pit, unable to withstand the power of the two of them.

Lancelot flew backwards, but he used this method to remove the huge force transmitted to his body through the protective shield.

His arms were a little numb, and he couldn't help but hissed.

"Is this the power of giants? What a powerful and terrifying race!"

His eyes became more cautious, and in front of him, a white giant figure slowly emerged from the dust.

Qilidoan walked towards him like a god, with a face full of indifference and ruthlessness, like the God of Death who pronounced death.

Lancelot's mouth was bleeding, but he looked up to the sky and laughed.

"The knight of hell who fell into the netherworld, dye the flag of the rebellious heaven red with my blood!"

"When Angel Zheyu falls into the dust, I will sing the hymn of doomsday with my torn throat!"

Loud singing accompanied by ancient tunes echoed in the air, and a powerful force burst out from Lancelot's body.

When the skill [Knight's Hymn of Hell] was activated, the flames of hell around Lancelot became more raging, wrapping around his body like a tornado. Black mist wrapped around his torso from under his feet, and gradually, the flames appeared on his skin. A series of strange lines.

This allowed his injured body to be repaired and made him stronger!

He raised the sword of conquest, pointed it at Qilidoan, roared angrily, and turned into infinite flames and rushed over!

……

The Knights of the Round Table are already fighting with the Kingdom's army led by Qilidoan.

The two powerful forces can be clearly felt even from a distance.

Zhang Yi had a big sniper on his shoulder, looking over there and frowning slightly.

The burial master, Gao Changkong and others were also watching.

At this time, going to help may be the best way. After all, in the face of the war with the alien race, their internal fighting among humans can be temporarily put aside.

However, humans have never been animals that think about the big picture.

Gao Changkong cast his gaze towards the Holy Spirit Temple on the zenith and slowly narrowed his eyes.

"While someone has attracted the attention of the Three-Eyed Tribe, we can take the opportunity to enter the Holy Spirit Temple to find the source of God."

Chen Xiaozheng asked: "What about Batu? That guy is now in Zhang Yi's hands. If Yi Yi cannot find us, he may be in danger."

Gao Changkong raised a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"No, it's safest in his hands."

"Because Zhang Yi is a very smart man, he knows that only the living Batu has value, and the dead Batu has no meaning to us. When we seize the treasures in the Holy Spirit Temple, I will pay a sufficient price in exchange. "

After Chen Xiaozheng heard this, he nodded and no longer had any opinions.

Gao Changkong turned around and looked at the soldiers of the Xiaza family who were cleaning the battlefield behind him.

He said to the soldier commander Nima: "Next, you have to make as much noise as possible here. The bigger the better, do you understand?"

Nima nodded solemnly.

He knew that people like him were going to be used as bait, but as a loyal chief descendant of the Xia Zha family, he knew his mission very well.

So he turned around and roared angrily: "Kill all the Three-Eyed clan members here, leaving no one alive! Burn down all the houses, and let these bastards see how powerful we humans are!"

There were echoing voices around him, and Gao Changkong took Gu Man and Chen Xiaozheng and left here quickly.

They avoided the Nash soldiers along the way and headed toward the Holy Spirit Temple above their heads.

Looking all the way from here, crossing the intricate stone bridge, you can step onto a long and narrow corridor that seems to be built in the air. At the end of the corridor is the entrance to the Holy Spirit Temple.

But just when Gao Changkong was about to steal the chicken and sneak into the Holy Spirit Temple while the melee was taking place elsewhere, in the long and narrow trapezoidal corridor in front of him, a huge horse's hooves stepped on the black stones and appeared step by step at the end of the mist.

It was a tall centaur, with the body of a war horse and the upper body of a three-eyed tribe. He was covered in silver-gray armor, with a twisted horn helmet on his head, and arms as thick as doorposts. Carrying a long knight's lance on his shoulder.

The moment he appeared, the air around him seemed to freeze.

Gao Changkong and the other three felt the fear of death in him.

People who kill enough people will have an aura called murderous aura about them.

This kind of thing cannot be seen or smelled, but everyone can clearly feel it.

It is said that when every creature dies, it instinctively releases a biological hormone to remind its companions to stay away from danger.

Therefore, the man in front of me has killed countless people in his hands.

He walked slowly over and looked at Gao Changkong and the other two men playfully.

"There are actually insects that dare to covet the Holy Spirit Temple? How interesting!"

The great general of the Nashe Kingdom, Canahiu, was a centaur with a spear.

Superpower index, 20000 points, black tank level.

Gao Changkong's eyes narrowed solemnly.

He did not expect that he would meet the second Ypsilon from Nash Country so quickly here.

And the momentum of this one seems to be even more amazing than the previous Qili Doan!

"Is this the guardian on the only way to the Holy Spirit Temple?"

Gao Changkong's voice was a little helpless, but his focused eyes indicated that he was ready to fight.

……

Another Ypsilon-class battle breaks out!

The momentum was so astonishing that even Zhang Yi, who was sniping at the Nash soldiers in the distance as if he were strolling in the courtyard, couldn't help but look sideways.

"What a powerful deterrent. I feel that it is no worse than the Burial Master. There are indeed enough strong men in Nash Country! Fortunately, most of them have been affected by the apocalypse before becoming stronger. Otherwise, as time goes by, with their racial talents, I didn’t know how scary it would be.”

"Maybe he will become the Titan Demon God in myths and legends!"

Zhang Yi felt a little horrified.

But he doesn't care about these things. His team has the smallest goals and the most flexible actions.

Moreover, he does not attack the strong ones. Everyone in sight is his hunting target.

Let the Burial Master, Gao Changkong, Lancelot and others test the strength of Nash's strong men first. At the critical moment, Zhang Yi will take action.