Chapter 3473 The imprisoned Space Marine
"Go to death!"
The witch spirit burst out like a lioness, and she jumped towards a higher round pole. She did not intend to climb up there, but rushed down with the force. The sharp blade in her hand pointed straight at the opponent like the sharp claws stretched out when the falcon dived down.
Dogo knew this was very powerful and retreated repeatedly.
In a flash, although he set out to attack from his opponent, there was a shallow scratch on his right face.
The moment it landed on the round pole, Bishop Wu Ling suddenly turned around and kicked Dogo's temple hard. Dogo retreated, left the shaking round pole, and came to the new platform, while the other party's scimitar chased him in front of him like life.
Dogo rolled in his belly, lowered his axe blade, and then lifted it up suddenly.
The hot metal almost touched Wu Ling's throat. She wanted to knock the opponent's weapon off, but the opponent smashed her dagger with her fist.
It was not until this time that she realized that the power and speed of this furnace descended were extremely exaggerated.
More importantly, he was still very cunning. Everything he had shown weakness before, but now she seemed to be a little too late to take it seriously. The battle axe carved red marks on her arms and legs. Although it was not deep, the witch spirit had to retreat step by step.
At this time, the audience's emotions were also mobilized. A wonderful fight was so exciting that they ignored some changes.
On the isolation wall not far from the Cold-Blooded Arena, some visions were spreading, and sticky shadows began to surge, and a hurricane containing cold energy was blowing out. The protective symbols on the protective wall began to spill like scattered sand, and soon a gap was formed, a dark door leading to the shadow world.
Until this time, the guards of the guard wall did not realize what was going on, until the cold flames ejected from their eyes and mouths, burning through their few soul curtains.
Soon, groups of ghostly Mandelas formed an army and rushed out.
The Mandelas chose a clever opportunity, as if they knew that the Cold-Blooded Arena would perform grandly at this time, and the defense must be the weakest at this time.
"Mandela is here!!!"
Until the harsh alarm echoed in the cold-blooded arena, all the Adas were shocked, and then there was chaos. The hostess of the arena stood up in shock and immediately explained to the followers around them.
When the daughters of Kane were preparing to surround their holy land, Mandela had swept the city around the arena, causing heavy losses to the city. It seemed that shadowy enemies were everywhere except under the cruel blade of the Kane believers. "Our business is not over yet!"
There was a hatred at Dogo. Bishop Wu Ling, who received the order, pulled away and floated away with a rope, but Dogo fell into the ground with the falling stone pillar.
But no one noticed at this time, and Rozim had already disappeared from his position. "I just said it would definitely be messy."
Kick the last slave guard away with a kick. Rozim ran to Dogo with a smile, and he flew over with a bottle of wine. As a result, the other party flew over with an axe, which scared him to the side. "Hey hey hey, I'm not planning, I didn't really let you."
Dogo glared at him, then grabbed the bottle, poured it down, and wiped his mouth.
"Damn it, the stinking smell of that numb bitch in your nose. If you let me do this next time, we will break up!"
"Oh, it's not like that."
"She fucking keeps putting her feet on my face!"
"How many people want to eat but can't eat it."
"What?"
"What?"
"She's fucking tucked her feet on my face!"
"How many people want to eat it but can't eat it."
"What?"
"No, let's go now. The old madam discovered that she would definitely not let us go. I have seen a lot of things like them. She turned her back faster than flipping books. I guess she had been sharpening her knives with Victor." "How did you calculate that Mandela would come at this time?" "I asked someone to secretly write a protective rune on the guard wall. As long as they are not idiots, they can definitely see it." "It's so messy outside now. Do you know how to go?" "Of course."
"There's a mess outside. Do you know how to go?" "Of course."
Just as the two passed through the underground prison area of the arena, a voice suddenly stopped them. "I guess it's Gao Gothic, is it human, wait." Hearing this very unique shout, Rozim stopped and turned to look at the cage of darkness on the right, where a hand stretched out, looking quite strong, but scarred.
Dogo, who was standing beside him, kicked him.
"Stop getting too much trouble, time is tight now! Don't go wrong again after a while!"
"I'll test, wait, I can help you, save, I'm a Space Marine."
"Satellite Marine!?"
Rozim walked over and took out his lighter.
A man with a click, his skin looked a little dark, but his appearance seemed a little simple, but half of his face had tattoos, dark eyes and dark hair, and a man with only a tattered animal fur coat on his body. His body was quite strong, and he could see the nerve interface, but he was wearing shackles on his neck and wrists.
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"Brother! Brother!"
Seeing Rozim's lighter, the man who called himself a Space Marine hurried forward, dragged the chains, grabbed the railing and pressed his face on it, and said flatteringly:
"It's okay not to save it, can you give one!"
"Yeah, you are quite addicted to smoking. You are a Space Marine, don't worry, Dogo, it's not a minute or two."
As he said, Rozim took out a cigar from his pocket.
"Look at you being locked up for a long time? You're smelling all over your body, come on."
Carefully took the cigar handed over by Rozim. When the lighter lit the cigar head, he took a deep breath in a hurry.
In an instant, the cigar was missing a quarter, and the guy shivered, then his entire face relaxed and slowly exhaled thick white smoke.
"It's been so good~"
"What battle group are you from?"
"The battle group? No, we are in the whistling vortex."
"Screaming vortex? Does the empire have this place?"
"Yes, it's still very big."
"Maybe it's a place I don't know, why aren't you a whistling vortex?"
"That's true."
"It's true."
"What's the name?"
The man who was sucking a cigar had a brief hesitation when he heard this question, and then pretended to be relaxed and replied:
"Phantom Knight."
"Phantom Knights Chapter? Well, I don't know much about the Empire Chapter, so how did you get caught here?"
"Don't mention it, a fucking group of space undead didn't know what crazy they were going, so I just took us directly The hometown was shoveled, and everyone ran away to death. I and a dozen brothers wanted to find a place to settle down and summon everyone. But I didn't expect that the space undead spirits had just left for a while, and the spirit tribe came again. They originally wanted to leave, but they couldn't let go of those people and the others were dead. So I was caught alive and sold here. Fortunately, I could fight and I could always win. Those perverted spirit women who liked to make people lick their feet didn't kill me."