??Chapter 200: Chapter 195: Crush
Chapter 200: Chapter 195: Crush
“What are you talking about? A mount that has lived for so long, if it were a pig, would have beco legendary, yet I didn’t feel any legendary pressure from the one he’s riding.”
“It’s not a living creature but a magical lifeform created by the human race. Its strength is tied to the Demon Hunter Knight who inherits the armor. If the knight is strong, it’s strong. If the knight is weak, it’s also weak.
According to the records in the books, this magical construct, while not less intelligible than any of us, probably only retains several decades of mories. The mories of all the Demon Hunter Knights it had followed before have all been forgotten.”
“So, we just need to treat it like an ancient magical construct?”
“Yes, we don’t need to be too wary of it!”
…
The frenzied werewolf that pounced towards the Demon Hunter Knight was caught by him after having its forelimbs chopped off by two swords. The wolf’s head, exuding a brutal and bloody temperant, was held in his hand.
“Roar!” The Golden-level Werewolf who had been maid just twice roared in anger. Even with both its arms chopped off, it was still jumping around energetically.
Black Qi swirled around the severed part of its arm, attempting to extinguish the fla left by the Demon Hunter Sword’s attack. Through the flas, you could see its flesh twitching and the bones regrowing.
Regeneration of severed limbs, the signature ability of a golden body.
But the crazed werewolf had no chance to regenerate its arms. Under the gaze of more than a dozen divine staff and also the other three werewolves and four injured Blood Clan mbers.
The sudden appearance of the Demon Hunter Knight, holding the sword in one hand and the werewolf without arms in the other, his Demon Hunter armor lit up with crimson gold patterns, flickering.
Then, the werewolf let out a desperate howl, its wolf head slowly distorted under the pressure of the Demon Hunter Knight’s hand. Under the threat of death, the frenzied werewolf finally regained so clarity, just as it was about to ask its kind for help.
“Pop!” A sound like a waterlon exploding rang out, the crazed werewolf had no chance to call for help anymore because its head was directly crushed by the Demon Hunter Knight’s hand.
“Thud!” The werewolf corpse without the head and arms, sared with soot and brains, fell to the ground. The sound it made when it collapsed sent chills down the spines of the remaining three werewolves, and fear rose from the bottom of their hearts.
The other four mbers of the Blood Clan, their hearts split with fear, the werewolf clan, and their Blood Clan had been love-hate for countless epochs. Their struggles had never stopped, so they were more than clear about the strength of the slain werewolves.
“No need to be nervous, he won’t be arrogant for long. I’ve already notified Lord Andrei, who is on his way here. I don’t believe it, can a Golden-level Demon Hunter Knight still resist Lord Andrei who has already advanced to the third tier of Soul Intent?”
“Moreover, not only will our Blood Clan take action, those black dogs should also send soone substantial.”
“We’ll hold on for now, try to handle him as much as possible, don’t confront him, but we can’t let him escape.”
…
“First, let’s kill those little bats, they dared to say they don’t need to care about . Hehe, they need to see how formidable my master, Sir Zaluba is.” The eyes of the steel warhorse burst with crimson spirit light, its detection capability is beyond imagination, so, it heard every word the Blood Clan said, and thus, it was very annoyed now.
“Hmm!”
“Whinny!” A warhorse, draped in golden armor, sharp blades protruding from its forehead and joints, let out a long neigh. With the Demon Hunter Knight on its back, it once again launched a charge, aiming squarely at the four Blood Clan mbers who were debating tactics.
“Rumble!” As this magical warhorse nad Zaluba galloped across the sky, its speed broke through the sound barrier in the mont its hooves were raised. With rings of sonic blasts spreading outwards, it stirred up a mighty gust.
“Watch out!” “Get out of the way!” “Turn into bats!”
They didn’t have ti to evade at all. The speed was too fast. The four Blood Clan mbers couldn’t believe that the Demon Hunter’s mount not only had the ability to traverse through space but also held a normal charging speed that was frighteningly fast. This wasn’t a speed Gold Rank should possess – it was downright outrageous!
“Stomp!” “Stomp!” In an instant, Zaluba had charged in front of the four Blood Clan mbers. Its two tal hooves stomped heavily on two of the Golden-level Blood Clan mbers.
“Ah!” “Ah!” Screams echoed. One of the Blood Clan mbers was trampled on the chest, the other on the head by Zaluba. Threatened with the brink of death, the two Blood Clan mbers turned into a pair of blood mists.
Next, the blood mist was incinerated under Zaluba’s flaming hooves, burning away more than half of it. Finally, several dozen panic-stricken bats escaped in all directions. They were utterly terrified. This was simply a level they couldn’t combat against.
While Zaluba was trampling the Blood Clan, the knight on its back didn’t sit idle either. He swung his sword at the other two Blood Clan mbers.
Unfortunately, these Blood Clans had no intention of taking him head-on. Their only plan was to lure him out and then entangle him. Resorting to their bloodline skill “Bat Transformation”, the two Blood Clan mbers once again saved their lives at the expense of their vitality.
“Haha, a few little bats have experienced the might of Sir Zaluba, haven’t they? I’ve forgotten a lot and don’t rember much, but my battle instincts are still intact. How dare you belittle .”
“You deal with these few Blood Clan mbers, I’ll take care of those wolves. Any problem with that?”
“Okay, leave it to . Sothing as weak as them, I can handle.”
“Hmm!” The knight in golden armor stood up, carefully crouching on the saddle. With a spring in his legs, he leaped and flew towards the three werewolves who were already planning to flee.
Even the commands of the big figures weren’t as important as their own lives. They could always find another territory to blend in. After all, with their Gold Rank strength, they could survive anywhere.
But, the Demon Hunter Knight didn’t give them a chance to escape. The Golden Armor-clad knight landed in front of them, brandishing his sword to block their path: “Dark races that dare invade human territories shall be killed without rcy!”
“The Demon-Hunting Era is over!” a werewolf exclaid in both shock and anger, “How dare you be so arrogantly?!”
“Kill!” The Demon Hunter Knight didn’t even respond to the werewolf. Would a hunter explain to his prey?
… Under the dumbstruck stares of more than a dozen Divine Staff mbers, a seemingly showy and handso warhorse, chased a swarm of bats. Its crimson gold hooves, burning with flas, stomped incessantly. Each fall saw a bat burst, accompanied by a horrifying scream.
On the other side, a Demon Hunter Knight, clad in crimson golden armor and majestic beast-head helt, concealing his face, wielding a flaming greatsword, chased three werewolves alone… the scene was simply unbearable to watch.
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