Chapter 347 Whispering in the Dark Night
These rookies noticed him.
Savitar was not surprised by this, because he knew that he was not the idiots below, but the power hidden in the darkness.
Under the orders of the Librarian, the renegade Soul Drinkers began to shoot, and a large number of bullets passed by him and grazed his cloak.
But the Prince of Crows just sketched a cold smile.
Then he threw his halberd.
The weapon named [Crying in the Night] left his fingers with a terrifying roar, tearing a line of fire through the air and hitting the nearest enemy.
Bang——!
The halberd slammed into the ground, severing a Soul Drinker at the waist with a terrible crunch.
When the opponent's upper body slowly slid down, Savita was already among the crowd.
He held the end of the halberd's long handle and waved his hand gently. The rapidly rotating saw teeth immediately tore apart the body of the nearest person, and blood spattered in all directions.
This time it was as simple as not thinking for him.
Then with his clenched fingers, he made the roaring chain saw fly in the air, singing and slicing open a Soul Drinker rushing towards him as he rowed back.
The man's bulky body was broken from the waist, and the weapons fell from his fists into the bloody dirt.
Then the Prince of Crows rushed straight towards the stagnant stand where the soul spear was placed.
In the process, the Soul Drinker desperately tries to stop him.
But every collision, parry and stabbing was predicted by him. He seemed to be able to see every important point before it happened. His agile body accelerated to keep up with the blood that was displayed irregularly around him. Facts
“Stop him!”
Luco shouted loudly, but his own hand holding the sword was shaking.
Savitar stood on his toes, refusing to delay any single battle, turning his attention away from enemies he could not destroy immediately and focusing solely on the Soul Spear.
Suddenly, he saw a Soul Drinker holding an automatic cannon in front of him hiding behind the churning formation.
If he was allowed to fire, Savita felt that he might be a little passive.
So he decisively pulled out the bolt pistol on his thigh.
The moment he raised his pistol, Savita looked through the wide-spectrum window of the sight. He breathed half a sigh of relief, squeezed, released the other half of his breath, and connected it with the heavy weapon hand not far away. In a line.
After one breath, two explosive shells were shot out, whizzing and accurately passing through the eyepiece, penetrating deep into the brain of the heavy weapons hand from the right eye, and exploding the opponent's head half a second later.
The heavy weapons hand's body suddenly fell to the ground, and the automatic cannon that was about to fire immediately rolled down.
All this only took two seconds.
Savitar threw away his pistol, took a step across, his robes flew up violently, and flicked his halberd when a guy with a chainsword slashed from the right.
The roaring chain saw penetrated the opponent's back, preventing his forward movement and pinning him to the ground.
The corpse of the Soul Drinker veteran twitched, his chainsword still running.
Then he stopped.
Darkness suddenly fell.
This is the purest darkness, even enhanced eyes cannot penetrate it, and all sounds and touches are far away from him.
"Astral Knights."
A hissing sound sounded in the darkness.
A twisted figure emerged and transformed into a silhouette with terrifying spikes. Under the upward-curving horns, a group of wide eyes burned in the terrifying darkness, exuding incomparable hatred.
"It seems that you have embraced those powers."
The Crow Prince, shrouded in shadow, clenched the huge chain saw halberd in his hand, and at the same time he burned with an unnatural light , tentacles of blue fire wrap around its sinister wingers.
"You shouldn't do this." Sevatar approached the silhouette.
"Idiot."
"You are too confident."
The think tank director, who had succumbed to the power of chaos, hissed in reply, and then released the energy gathered in his palms.
The invisible arc wave attacks Savita. It is a turbulent wave and an unstoppable force!
The Prince of Crows suddenly turned into a fluttering shadow, directly avoiding the impossible impact, and then shrouded Sarpedon's head like a ghost.
"You are not worthy of making me confident."
Looking at the halberd whizzing overhead, Sarpedon roared loudly and raised the weapon in his hand - the soul spear.
Bang——————!
In an instant, the whole world trembled as the two weapons collided.
The two warriors were entangled together, their wills and bodies were in a stalemate, their limbs were shaking and the servo made a harsh friction sound.
Sarpedon originally had no power to resist Sevita, but the huge power of the soul spear also made Sevita dare not face it directly, especially the vortex on the spear blade.
Vortex weapons are some of the deadliest weapons in existence. They come in different shapes and sizes. They work by tearing a hole in the physical world, like a black hole.
Any matter or energy that is sucked into the subspace rift will disappear from this world.
They will eventually reach the Nightmare Land and become warp creatures.
Because of their destructive potential, Vortex weapons are also unpredictable, with warp rifts likely to weave across the battlefield until they eventually disappear.
Although Sevatar's "Crying in the Night" is a divine weapon forged in the Great Crusade, it is likely to be destroyed once it collides with the blade of the soul spear.
After wrestling for a while, both sides relaxed slightly.
Soon, a thunderous impact spread along each other's weapons, violently separating them.
Savitar regained his footing and rushed forward, brandishing his halberd.
Sarpedon struggled to hold up his mutated lower limbs, and while waving the soul spear to resist, he tried to squeeze out his spiritual power and project it towards the enemy, even though he felt as if his skull was torn into pieces. Thousands of pieces.
With a vicious curse, he unleashed another invisible surge of psychic energy that rushed towards Sevatar.
This time the Crow Prince just smiled and split the waves with a wave of his halberd.
Then he feinted a shot and used his halberd to deceive the opponent into swinging his spear. Then his attack suddenly changed and he directly took out the opponent's lower body.
“Uhhhh——!”
With a cry of pain, two of Sarpedon’s regrown lower limbs were cut off, and his whole body tilted to the side subconsciously.
Although he has powerful weapons and powerful psychic powers, he is still a poor warrior in front of Sevatar.
“I thought you would not lose to the devil’s will.”
Savitar stepped forward and looked down at the think tank director who was struggling on the ground.
"You wasted your last chance, in desperation you became its slave, you wanted to do something right, so you turned yourself into a monster, tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk tsk, pathetic."
“Hahaha...”
Sarpedon suddenly laughed, and black blood spilled from his mouth and dripped on the rock slab below.
"You... don't know anything..."
As he said that, he disappeared completely, and Sevita immediately raised his head sharply.
With a scream, the demons attacked.
(End of this chapter)