Chapter 1257: Battle of Darrow - A Slightly Failed Battle
Using the power of authority, Datas suppressed the fourteen legends with the broken realm of God.
Due to the racial authority of the Black Orcs, the Realm of the Broken God suppressed the seven legends of the Black Orcs better than the seven legends of the human side.
Tens of thousands of square kilometers of airspace were shattered, and a feeling of oppression spread from the outside to the inside, acting on the fifteen legends.
Feeling the world's disgust, the fifteen statues stopped tacitly, opened the passage from the real world to the shadow world, and transferred the battlefield into the shadow world.
On the ground, the war between the dead and the living entered its most brutal stage.
Thousands of square kilometers of land, centered on the city of Daro, turned into a battlefield.
Every moment, lives are lost.
Above the jungle, the banshee Nadas gave up further attempts, and two black light balls condensed in the center of her pale and translucent spirit.
In just a few breaths, it expanded to three meters high.
The next moment, the ball of light shattered, and two banshees with the same power as the banshee Nadas appeared in front of Weilin.
The long hair of the witch on the left is flowing, and the beauty of her face is enough to capture your heart at a glance.
The face of the banshee on the right side looked horribly rotten, with black snakes wrapped around her body, making hissing sounds.
After taking a look at that stunning appearance, Weilin couldn't help but be fascinated by it, but this thought just sprouted and then disappeared in an instant.
After experiencing hundreds of illusions created by [Reincarnation-Void], he has become immune to appearance to a certain extent.
Having extinguished the thought of probing, Weilin prepared to use all his strength to free the banshee.
"Human, welcome death!"
The banshee Nadas raised her head, her long pale hair dancing wildly in the wind, and suddenly opened her bloody mouth and let out a shrill scream.
The sound waves turned into gray-black ripples visible to the naked eye, exploding with her as the center!
The air twisted in the tremor, the ground cracked, and thousands of towering trees turned into fine powder.
The enchanting banshee raised her hands slightly, with faint blue breath of frost lingering on her fingertips. Wherever she passed, the air condensed into sharp ice crystals, sometimes illusory, sometimes solid, bursting towards Weilin.
The rotten banshee let out a hoarse and hideous laugh, and clasped her rotten palms together. Countless black snakes sprang out from the black air around her, their bodies wrapped in the stench of death, and their fangs dripped with corrosive venom, spreading towards Weilin.
Two completely different forces intertwined and attacked, one was extremely cold, the other was highly poisonous. Combined with Nadas's sonic attack, they almost blocked all of Weilin's retreat routes.
Under such an attack, Weilin closed his eyes, tightly grasped the [Sword of Anansi] with both hands, and the sword body trembled slightly. A strong wind whistled up, forming a rotating wind barrier around his body, dispersing the whistling sound waves.
The robes rustled and the hair danced wildly.
Immerse yourself in the mind and feel the flow of nature.
The magic power floating in the air was attracted and turned into countless tiny points of light, gathering towards the tip of Anansi's sword.
The fighting spirit and magic power in the body intertwined and resonated, a bluish-white light gradually appeared on the sword edge, and the surrounding air was distorted by the surge of energy.
In an instant, Weilin suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp light burst out from his eyes, and he raised the sword of Anansi and swung it down fiercely!
"【Empty-Broken】!"
The moment the sword fell, an invisible storm suddenly erupted.
Wherever the sword passed, the space shattered like a mirror, and countless transparent wind blades shot out in all directions.
In just a moment, the attacks of the three banshees were wiped out.
The attack power brought by the remaining [Void-Broken] remained undiminished, and countless wind blades slashed through the locations of the three banshees.
In one blow, one third of the jungle beneath their feet was destroyed.
"cough cough"
Half of the rotten banshee's body was broken, and she looked at Weilin's figure with fear in her eyes.
The enchanting banshee appeared behind Weilin on the right, staring at his back with fear in her eyes, not daring to take the initiative to attack.
The banshee Nadas's body became ethereal and floated high in the sky, with several flashes of purple light in her eyes.
Above the jungle, Weilin also did not make another move. He secretly absorbed the magic power in the mezzanine space to restore his own fighting spirit.
He used [Void-Break] to drain 80% of the Dou Qi in his body.
Although it only takes three minutes to recover, one dare not act rashly within these three minutes.
The fighting spirit and magic power that a human body can contain cannot compare to those of legendary races, but he has no intention of polluting his own bloodline.
On the premise of ensuring his own strength, he still wants to be a pure human being.
As they confronted each other, Weilin's fighting spirit quickly recovered.
Three minutes later, Weilin smiled as he looked at the banshee who was surrounded in a triangle. He said, "Banshee, please welcome your death!"
As soon as the words fell, the three banshees turned around and fled in three directions without any hesitation.
Seeing the banshee's actions that showed no integrity of a strong man, Weilin was stunned for a moment, then he reacted instantly. He instantly moved behind the rotten banshee and chopped her severely injured and broken body and her dying soul into pieces.
When he came to his senses again, the aura of the other two banshees had disappeared from his perception range.
Looking at the corrupt banshee slowly turning into nothingness, Weilin regretted saying that for a moment.
If I take action directly, I will kill one banshee first, then kill another one while they are stunned, and finally kill the last banshee when they are chasing me.
"Aren't all undead spirits not afraid of death? Could this banshee be a fake undead spirit?"
Weilin didn't think too much about this imperfect battle. He stood up and flew towards the main battlefield.
When you reach the edge of the battlefield, you can feel the huge power of angels.
On the battlefield, Kyle crazily slaughtered the undead on the earth.
[Life-Knight] is currently healing the seriously wounded and dying warrior.
[Death Knight], absorbs the soul fire and death energy of the dead, constantly strengthens itself, and hatches
[Blood Knight], standing in the air, acts as a bystander, occasionally firing a blood-red blade to kill the lich who wants to escape from the battlefield.
The fighting power of the three knights was witnessed by all the soldiers who participated in the battle.
In addition, the marshal killed the commander of the Undead Legion, and his glorious image became even greater in their hearts.
Looking over the battlefield, the Soul Intention Level Transcendents belonging to the Ninth and Twelfth Corps were besieging and killing the remaining Soul Intention Level Undead.
By listening carefully and listening to the conversations between the wounded soldiers on the edge of the battlefield, he soon understood the changes in the battlefield situation.
Kyle teamed up with the [Blood Knight] and killed thirty-eight soul-level undead in one blow.
The [Life-Knight] and the [Death-Knight] teamed up to curb the spread of the death aura and cut off the way for the death rune under the skull to be activated, so as to prevent the remaining undead from becoming more and more powerful.
"It seems nothing is wrong."
Weilin lowered his head slightly and murmured softly.
