"Who is talking?"
The huge Borahla waved its tentacles.
"I said, who gave you the courage to show up here."
Zi Tong walked down the stand, leaving the purple light curtain blocking a large number of tentacles, exposing her breath to the visit of the giant Zerg.
"You are exactly the same as the life signal sent by Gumharo before he died."
Bola Hera howled loudly, and the tentacles scattered outside his body shrank and gathered around his body.
"You didn't notice me until now?
Your perception is really weak and pitiful."
Zi Tong said softly.
"Human, you will pay the price for insulting the great Borahla."
As soon as he finished speaking, dozens of ferocious tentacles waved like purple pupils.
The impact of Boom's tentacles stirred up flying stones and smoke, and the earth shook.
However, the petite figure with long snow-white hair flashed past without any harm.
"This is how powerful you are compared to that siren.
You are so clumsy and ridiculous."
Roar As if he couldn't bear the excitement, this time Borahla waved more tentacles, like a giant wall, the ground shook in the air, and the roaring and solid stadium stands turned into a pile of debris in an instant.
Stone ruins, and many blood stains of people who had not had time to escape.
But when the smoke and dust dissipated and the vibration stopped, Zi Tong's petite figure remained stable.
She stood quietly on the top of a tentacle, the chaotic smoke and dust disturbed her long snow-white hair and danced in the wind.
"Your ignorance will cost you your life.
No Zerg has ever dared to set foot in the interior of the empire."
Returned twice in a row without success.
Borahla's tone slowly became calmer, "Human, do you think these are the powers of the great Digger King?
I highly doubt that my brother will die at the hands of a person who can only dodge."
"If you want to know how he died, I will satisfy you."
Zi Tong responded indifferently.
"Hahahaha" Borahla laughed loudly, "Then let me wait and see."
As he said that, a large number of tentacles suddenly attacked Zi Tong.
Half of the space in the arena was filled with black tentacles, and there were tight gaps between the tentacles.
There was no room for dodge.
Faced with this indiscriminate saturation attack, all Zi Tong could do was resist.
When those pair of purple pupils shone with a faint light.
The girl casually picked up a broken and huge load-bearing column beside her.
The heavy column was as light as a feather in her hand.
It's hard to imagine how this delicate body can have such strength to exhale loudly and let the air sink in the abdomen. call The waving sound of the cracked ears carried a savage and huge power, and the thick pillars collided with the overwhelming tentacles. boom The earth is hollowing and the tentacles are wailing.
The hard concrete floor was torn apart like fragile tofu.
The colliding tentacles were squeezed into a puddle of green pus by the terrifying pressure, and the thick load-bearing pillars were shattered into dirt.
The girl took advantage of the gap created by this blow to escape from the densely packed ground. rushed out from the tentacles As fast as a flash The lavender light drew an ultimate light, with snow-white tail-like long hair, stepping on the constantly wriggling tentacles, and rushed towards Borahla's body like a shooting star.
Roar The tentacles that quickly retracted in an attempt to block the direction of Zi Tong's progress, the girl took a deep breath.
The right hand points together to form a knife, and a layer of hazy purple light adheres to it. call out Under the extreme power and speed, the simple and direct hand knife has unimaginable sharpness.
Tentacles as thick as buckets can be easily cut open like pieces of paper
brush brush brush brush The hand knife struck out in layers, with a purple halo like a blooming flower from the other side.
The body fluids splattered by the broken tentacles gave the blooming flower an unusually bloody beauty.
The purple meteor goes straight up, nothing can stop it, Borahla is proud of its spear and shield.
It loses its due role at this moment.
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"Impossible" Borahla hissed, spitting out a sour smell from his huge mouthparts.
But no matter how hard it struggled, it still couldn't stop the approaching purple pupil.
The approaching purple light brought an increasingly strong sense of crisis.
Finally, the purple meteor crashed into the spherical body of Borahera with a pale tail.
The hand knife cut open its solid shell and immediately made a huge three-meter-long wound.
Hiss Borahla hissed in pain.
The wound opened by the purple light was extremely painful, like a burning fire burning his heart.
Zi Tong, who had succeeded in one blow, did not pause, and swung the hand knife repeatedly, cutting off several tentacles from the roots.
The giant insect was in pain, and it swung its tentacles with all its strength and smashed into the surroundings in chaos.
Many people were smashed into flesh as the earth shook and the mountains shook. cake.
"What are you waiting for?"
Zi Tong shouted in a very stern tone while launching an attack on Borahla, "Escape without fighting is the honor of an imperial soldier."
"Don't think that anyone will come to support you.
If even my figure can't come in, the battle outside will only be more severe than here."
Zi Tong's words shocked the nerves of the survivors.
Who could survive the attack of a sub-peak level Zerg until now, who was not an elite warrior from each major family?
Due to the lack of weapons and their trust in Zi Tong, they had luck.
He thought that as long as he could survive until the end, Zi Tong would naturally have a way to kill this Zerg.
But now it seems that although Zi Tong has the upper hand, her tone is not relaxed.
Zi Tong's words aroused the hidden honor of the warriors.
When the first warrior made up his mind to rush towards the giant insect, more and more people looked at each other and bravely stepped forward.
Without weapons, the mutant form was their only option.
Something that can threaten Borahla, even if this form does not last long, no one wants to be a coward who runs away without a fight in the eyes of others.
"Lord Quinn" In the only and small safe spot in the arena, Clay carefully asked the tall man for instructions behind the purple light.
"I will not interfere with your freedom.
My mission is to protect Miss Nighteye.
You can join the battle, or you can continue to hide here.
But I can tell you in advance that the light curtain will not last long."
"What about you?"
Clay asked Orici.
"I" Oric smiled casually, "I'll leave this kind of thing to you core descendants.
I won't participate as a useless person."
"Coward."
Clay snorted.
"Whatever you think."
Orici didn't care at all.
Looking at Clay who finally rushed out of the light curtain, Oric's indifferent expression finally began to change.
It was an expression that had never been shown to outsiders, and was different from any superficial disguise.
At this time, he His expression was unusually "real", "Everyone who should leave has finally left, can we start?"
Such a strange sentence did not arouse any doubts in the other two people.
On the contrary, their expressions were taken as a matter of course.
"Did you arrange all of this?"
Quinn's deep voice was filled with anger.
"Do you think I have the ability to mobilize a sub-peak Zerg?"
"What's your opinion?"
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Quinn turned to Nighteye and asked.
"Orich has no connection with the appearance of this Zerg.
There is no thread of destiny connecting them.
That's all I can see.
Other things are beyond my current ability."
Nighteye answered briefly.
"If anything happens to His Highness, you should know the consequences."
Quinn said after half payment.
"I want to make it clear that it's him, not us.
I have nothing to do with this matter at all."
Nighteye corrected.
Quinn snorted after hearing this, "It's best if it doesn't matter.
No one can bear the responsibility of such a large-scale insect attack in the heart of the empire."
"This is something Fronsar needs to worry about."
Oric said lightly.
"But he is your father."
"Father" Oric glanced at the tall Quinn and said, "Maybe."
He twitched the corner of his mouth casually
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