The chainsaw sword was filled with oppression from the hilt to the blade. The lord of the courtyard held the hilt tightly, and a pleasant smile hung on the corner of his mouth, quickly jumping out of the airdrop cabin. The powerful footsteps echoed on the metal floor inside the bridge, making a heavy echo.

His eyes quickly swept across the enemy in front of him - a group of foreign samurai warriors were coming from the column of the bridge, wearing heavy silver armor, holding silver swords in his hand, and approaching him quickly.

Xia Xiu looked at them, with a bright smile on his handsome face, and said to them without any concealment:

"Hi."

This simple greeting, at this moment of life and death, was like a gust of cold wind that instantly swept across the hearts of all the foreigners of Gith.

At this moment, a trace of uneasiness flashed in the eyes of the foreign warriors of Gith, and the uneasiness became stronger with Xia Xiu's hearty laughter.

Then, the roar of the chainsaw sword tear through the air and began to spin wildly. The sharp sawtooth turned like a roar of beasts, swinging towards the Gith foreign warrior in front.

With a deafening impact, the screams instantly resounded through the bridge. The protective armor of the foreign warrior of the Gith foreigners was easily torn apart like paper under the power of Xia Xiu, and blood and metal fragments scattered.

Soon, Xia Xiu was the only one left on the battlefield.

He held up a blood-covered chainsaw sword and muttered:

"It's more comfortable to use incarnation combat and apostle mode..."

As he said that, he walked towards the flagship of the [Kresh].

Today, no Gis foreigner can walk out of this ship alive.

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The officer residence inside the Kresh Hub was filled with bloody smell at this moment, the ground was covered with stains of blood, and bright red liquid meandered along the metal floor, like sinful rivers.

On the metal walls, the traces left by the explosion made the entire space filled with a burning smell, the air was mixed with the fishy smell of smoke and gunpowder, and the sound of metal colliding echoed in the narrow corridor.

clang clang clang—

Bang bang bang-

The sound of the Explosion Gun was clear and heavy, and the sound of metal was deafening. The explosion was piled up with fragments of the explosion in the corners of the wall. Several fallen corpses lay on the ground, and blood poured out from their wounds, wetting the surrounding floor.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The Gith foreigner Zelkas Tares stood in the center of his residence, his eyes full of anger and despair. His hands trembled violently, and he held the silver sword that was already covered with gaps. The sword was covered with deep cracks and was almost about to break.

The captain was covered in blood, his silver military uniform had been dyed dark red, the edge of the helmet was also scratched, and blood beads on his forehead slid down his cheeks.

His eyes were filled with pain and anger, and he looked at the enemy in front of him, a group of sons who rushed into the courtyard with a fierce gesture.

Their armor also carries traces of large and small, unevenness, among which one of the sons of the courtyard had a cracked breastplate.

A burnt scar can also be seen from the cracked breastplate.

However, facing his injuries, the expression of the son of the courtyard in front of him was as steady as Mount Tai.

"Ahem, you bloodthirsty demons!!!

The elf named Ursang was right, the Abyss Majesty, the Golden Tyrant... He will eventually bring tremendous disasters to the entire heaven and the world!"

Zelkas' eyes were red and coughing, with a strong hatred in his voice.

He struggled to hold the blood-stained silver sword and pointed at the enemy in front of him.

Standing in front of him was the gray knight Joashan Mura, wearing heavy armor and emitting a sense of oppression.

Hearing Zelkas' roar, Joashan's eyes became even colder, and his anger almost made him unable to suppress himself. He raised the giant chainsaw sword in his hand and slashed towards Zelkas.

"Here, teacher...you can't defile the reputation of Abraham's crown."

The Gray Knight's voice was low and cold, like a command from hell. He slashed down with a sword, and the sword body violently cut through the air, causing a whistling.

Zelkas tried his best to resist with the silver sword in his hand. The long sword with insufficient strength came into contact with the chainsaw sword, and instantly made a harsh metal collision sound.

"Damn the Devil, you are just a son of the Abyss with the power of the Abyss Lord. How could I compromise with you!!!"

clang—

When the sword light flashed.

The Grey Knight's blood-stained helmet cracked and blood appeared on his forehead.

On the other side, the sword body of the long sword of the thousand-man leader was hit hard, making a crisp cracking sound.

The headmaster changed his expression, blood was overflowing from the corner of his mouth, and he staggered back, but he still tried his best to raise his sword to fight back.

Click—

After a crisp sound, a hint of astonishment flashed across Zelkas's face - he looked down and found that his long sword had been cut into two pieces, and the tip of the sword was breaking between his hands.

At the same time, the gray knight's chainsaw sword quickly approached, leaving a deep wound on Zelkas' chest, and blood spurted out like a fountain, dyeing his military uniform red.

Zelkas spurted out blood, his body staggered backwards involuntarily, his eyes full of astonishment.

"You...devil..."

The voice of the commander became weaker and weaker, his lips trembled, and the anger in his eyes was gradually replaced by despair.

The gray knight took out his bombardment gun and pointed it at the commander of the thousand-man.

"The next goal of the courtyard is your queen."

The thousand-man chief coughed up bleeding and pointed at the gray knight.

"you……"
Chapter completed!