Chapter 417
Not far away was a towering city, where the army formed by the empire and the northern foreign races fought fiercely.
On the battlefield, shouts and screams continued.
What followed were countless broken limbs and completely lifeless corpses, with hot blood flowing from their wounds and infecting the frozen soil beneath them.
At this moment, more than 10,000 people were fighting here.
But no one noticed.
One of the imperial soldiers was forced to come to the edge of the land under the pursuit and interception of several foreign soldiers.
Even the blade in his hand was knocked away by the opponent, and even his body could not help but sit on the ground. All he could see through the helmet.
There was only the blade swung by the foreigner and the angry roar, "Go to hell, you empire trash!"
Facing this knife.
It seemed that death was right in front of him, and the imperial soldier was powerless to see it, but at this moment, his peripheral vision saw the snow beside him.
It seemed that there was a sharp blade hidden.
Without any hesitation, he grasped it with his right hand.
The next moment.
His consciousness was instantly brought into the illusion.
And the desire in his heart was also completely drawn out, until he finally fell into endless desire.
He completely became a killing devil!
And the outside world.
Just when the blade in the hands of the alien soldier was about to hit the neck of the imperial soldier, a sharp blade with a cold light under the scorching sun.
It had already cut off the right hand of the alien soldier holding the knife, and the speed was so fast that even the people present could not see what happened!
Just the next moment.
The alien soldier's broken hand was immediately sprayed with blood, and his mouth burst into a painful howl like a pig being slaughtered.
"Ahhh... my hand..."
But the voice was not finished.
His head also left, and the noisy wailing also returned to silence again, in the shocked sight of the surrounding aliens.
The imperial soldier who was sitting on the ground slowly stood up and stood there, with an unknown time in his hand.
There was a blade full of cracks, and on the handle there was a half-ghost face made of special patterns.
It was the Demonic Knife Thousand Blades!
Just standing there, it gave the alien soldiers in front of him a great sense of oppression, as if the beast standing in front of them was choosing people to eat!
The leading alien soldier's throat moved slightly, and then he tightened the blade in his hand and said coldly, "Don't play tricks here, come together and kill him directly!"
As he said, he took the lead and walked forward with a knife.
The others followed closely after seeing this.
But facing these people, the imperial soldier sneered under his helmet, "Die... You all will die!"
Facing the leader who attacked.
He raised the sharp blade in his hand and collided with the blade.
The alien soldier couldn't help but sneer at this, "You dare to swing at me with a broken knife that will fall apart at any time, go to hell!"
But the next moment.
The blade that seemed to be broken at any time was cut off like a knife cutting tofu, and it swept across his neck.
When the head flew, he couldn't figure out why.
Before the other alien soldiers were shocked, they were also killed one after another by the imperial soldiers, and they did all this.
But he didn't stop.
Instead, he rushed into the battlefield with a knife and started killing people wantonly. In his eyes, there was no enemy or friend!
Like a battlefield meat grinder.
Wherever he passed, there was death!
This also attracted the attention of both sides.
On the south side of the battlefield, there was a burly man wearing a black windbreaker and a lush yellow hair, half covering his murderous eyes.
The corners of his mouth slightly raised on his beard of the same color as his hair, and he said, "It seems that something interesting has happened. What happened to that soldier of the empire?"
A middle-aged uncle who was wearing the same suit and had pale braids standing up beside him, who looked like a gentleman, looked at the situation below and said in a low and magnetic voice.
"Let's observe it first."
While speaking.
The killing on the battlefield never stopped for a moment.
Until this body was completely damaged.
But when he fell, he tried his best to suppress one of the alien soldiers and stuffed the magic knife Qianren in his hand into the other's hand.
The next moment.
His head was cut off from behind.
But the alien soldier under him was also swallowed by desire at this moment and became an evil ghost!
Continue to kill on this battlefield.
Seeing this scene, the white-haired man finally realized something, "It seems to be because of the knife. Could it be that the knife is alsoIs it an imperial weapon? "
He pondered for a moment.
Then he called the signalman and said, "Pass the situation here to Lady Esdeath and ask her to go to the battlefield in person!"
"Yes!"
The soldier turned and left immediately after hearing that.
The sturdy man on the side looked at the battlefield in the distance and couldn't help but sighed, "Ordinary soldiers can have such strength with that knife. If you get that knife, you will definitely get a lot of experience points, right?"
But the white-haired man stopped him in a deep voice, "Daidala, don't rush forward before you know the details of that knife. "
After giving a reminder.
He then carefully observed every move on the battlefield.
…
As time went by, the entire battlefield was littered with corpses, and the target turned from the original two-army fight to the evil ghost.
It was seen in the center of the battlefield.
Surrounded by countless broken limbs, like the abyss of hell!
It frightened everyone present.
But at this moment.
Above the sky, a ferocious dragon-shaped dangerous species flapped its wings and soared, bound by a chain around its neck, and on its back.
Standing a beautiful figure.
She was seen wearing a flawless white military uniform, and a military cap symbolizing the imperial identity on her waist-length blue hair.
And on her chest, there was a special pattern.
On that beautiful face, the sky-blue eyes overlooked everything below, and the corners of her mouth could not help but rise, "Is this the special imperial tool that Liva said? Interesting. "
The words fell.
The giant dragon under him also flew down, until it was close to the ground, and the figure jumped down from the dragon's back.
Falling directly to the center of the battlefield.
And the evil ghost who was slaughtering wantonly seemed to have sensed the danger, subconsciously turned his head, and looked over with a pair of murderous eyes.
Ajuromaru, who was watching the show, also turned his eyes.
When he saw the person coming, he was not surprised, "The strongest general of the empire, Esdeath? It seems not bad to choose her as the master of the sword..."
While thinking.
On the battlefield, Esdeath looked at the evil ghost in the sea of blood and corpses in front of him, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but slightly raised.
"Don't attack?"