Chapter 1869: Seedbed of Plants (Nineteen)
Even if you are a fearless white-hot knight, you are still in need of some heat in front of my demon tyrant, and you are still unruly——
Although there is no sky and the sun is covered, amidst the evil clamor from the mechanical tyrant, the knight with sword and spear, who is dressed in pure white and looks inviolable, is drowned by the ferocious tentacles in that moment.
Although he dodged without forgetting to cut off a large block of fearful creatures with his backhand, the small space was really filled with this full-screen attack.
Obviously, the special confinement just created treats all targets equally, even him, the initiator, is no exception.
Not to mention that the hundreds of tentacles seemed to attack indiscriminately, but they additionally controlled the direction and strength. They actually followed the drawn boundaries and deliberately did not break the confinement.
With no way to avoid it, more than one piercing wound was left on his tall body in an instant. The scene of devastation made people almost instinctively feel unbearable.
However, the ferocious body showed no mercy and continued to charge forward in an instant.
Scoff——
Between the tentacles that have not been fully retracted, there is a ferocious huge claw, and each fingertip is a fang barb, which is directly split. That skinny body.
Of course, the price paid was that his hairless head, eyes and nose were all pierced by swords and spears.
"What a heroic guard. It's a pity that this place cannot escape its fate after all."
But it doesn't matter, as long as you can still talk.
The death announcement from Fu Qian in the next moment fully demonstrated the merciless heart of the glorious tyrant.
"How do you feel, Knight of the Apocalypse——"
And the meaning of madness.
Although immediately afterwards, the laughter that brought endless fear was interrupted by a special voice.
......
It's like the space is broken into pieces. Even if it is as powerful as the Brilliant Tyrant, blood is still spraying from top to bottom in it.
Unexpectedly, the white-hot knight who was almost torn into two did not continue to dodge or fight back. Instead, he squatted on the ground and stabbed the weapon in his hand hard into the ground - and then there was no ground. .
At that moment, everything in the prison area collapsed like dominoes.
The effect is that countless sharp crystals gather together to form a file, grinding everything in it crazily.
At least that’s how it feels for Fu Qian.
At the same time, judging from the white-hot knight who received dozens more wounds in the blink of an eye, this effect still ignores both the enemy and himself.
In addition to this gain, another point is that at least in the area below, La Nina is indeed not hiding.
With a little help, when the white-hot knight was unable to continue the pursuit, Fu Qian had already withdrawn from the original area of the ground as a prison.
The blow just now obviously consumed the previous arrangement.
The most amazing thing is that the ground in this area did not disappear, but turned into quicksand-like crystals, just like the previous comments on the feel of White Hot Knight.
The other thing is crystals, not ice crystals.
Except for the fact that there was almost no force when stepping on it, at that moment, I didn’t feel any chill from this extremely confusing scene.
It's really counter-intuitive.
But it was only for a moment, and soon the place gave people the same feeling as the black and green ice wall.
And Fu Qian didn’t have any more time to study it, because the White Hot Knight also jumped out.
……
It is riddled with holes.
There are no more appropriate words.
The follow-up hand took off the tattered head and threw it away, and then took out another one from the neck. It was different before paying. The points allocated to the health bar of the White Hot Knight were obviously still too far apart. One of the symptoms is that until this moment, the scars and holes all over the body show no signs of repair.
The previous speculation about the feel has been confirmed again.
In almost every wound, there are grains of crystal sand flowing down.
Although even if taken together, the total traffic is not too high, it is obvious that the countdown to this person's arrival has entered.
As expected, he was fearless. He just lowered his head and paid attention for less than a second. The next moment, the sword was pointed here again, obviously ready to fight to the death.
But it doesn't matter. It's one thing to prepare a stance. At least it's five consecutive attacks without coming up, right?
"You have no idea what you are doing, and you can't change anything..."
Looking at this tragic scene, Fu Qian let out a deep laugh in his throat, and the villain continued to speak his lines. Just come.
Of course, I don’t actually know what “what” is before paying.
I say these lines all the way not out of bad taste, but because they are in conflict with each other.
Compared with the previous plague, this white-hot knight is obviously more introverted and does not like to communicate.
But even so, Fu Qian still did not give up the idea that there must be my master in the threesome.
Considering this person’s style, no matter how polite his tone is, he will probably not receive any response to his small talk.
Therefore, the core concept of communication before paying is to start from this determined attitude of killing the enemy, guess what the other party is most likely to pay attention to, and try to touch it with certain elements.
For example, the most classic setting of guarding something and losing oneself in endless killing.
The sword in white armor moves forward indomitably. Considering the shape and look of this person, the probability of such a character is still a little bit high.
"Impossible..."
What is gratifying is that this effort seems to have finally paid off.
Although it sounded really vague, Fu Qian could still roughly identify the content of the words that echoed in his consciousness.
"The Seedbed...allows no impurity...profanity..."
And much more.
It’s a pity that there are no more.
In the last word, which seemed to be filled with endless hatred, the white sword turned slowly and made a movement similar to the greeting just now.
And without even holding on for a millisecond, the sword continued to move extremely smoothly in the next moment, sliding inch by inch over the neck that had already pierced a hole, and cutting off.
At the same time, the other hand lifted the head and held it in his hand.
......
So "unclean" actually includes oneself? Isn't it a bit too extreme?
Although the whole process is very fast, it is still too easy for Fu Qian to interrupt.
However, he did not do this. Instead, he watched the movements of the body until a white color that was difficult to describe with anything filled his field of vision.
After beheading himself, the other party launched an attack directly without any hesitation.
Compared to before, he seems to have really undergone some changes.
As the head is removed and the self is erased as dirt, the whiteness seems to become purer.
On the one hand, it seems that the White Hot Knight can no longer talk to himself, on the other hand, the destruction caused by the attack is even more exaggerated.
A long-prepared ordinary punch came forward, and Fu Qian silently assessed the body's feedback.