Chapter 291 Broken Angel Statue

"Oh, no!"

Sisildin was horrified and raised his hand to block it reflexively. He never thought that Gerrera would really kill him regardless of the consequences. A group of ordinary barbarians, don't they know that this is a powerful angel?

"Yes, they are all stubborn barbarians who have never seen Tyrael." The last thought flashed through Sisildin's mind before he lost consciousness. The horror in his eyes gradually turned into relief. These damn barbarians are dead.

A cold light flashed, and the Blade of the Bonebreaker faithfully reflected the meaning of its name. The horror in Sisildin's eyes had not yet turned into relief, and he was cleanly split in half by the sharp axe blade.

With a puff, half of the broken arm fell to the ground along with Sisildin's body. Gerrera didn't even look at Sisildin, and then he threw himself on him and started a whirlwind. It has to be said that the few professionals who survived were really unlucky. They were anxious about Sisildin's safety, and they rescued him so quickly. This whirlwind can just catch them all in a short time.

These survivors are not as wealthy as Sisildin. Sisildin has a vitality potion for emergency treatment. But they only have a strong healing potion. This potion is good, but it can't heal their injuries in a short time. Under a whirlwind, the sharp axe blade wrapped in cold light easily cut through their armor, leaving a fatal wound on their chest that was enough to see the heart.

There were several muffled sounds in succession, and several corpses were scattered far away. Gerrera stopped spinning, glanced coldly, and then rushed to Tyrael who was fighting in the distance.

At this time, Tyrael was no longer as strong as before. The speed and strength of the attack were far less than one percent of the level that almost killed Ultado in the first shot. Uta and others are experienced masters. Lan Wu asked them to take the initiative to take on the task of auxiliary attack when he made his first move.

Even a clone of Tyrael could not hold out for long under the 42nd level skill and the powerful legendary sword's high damage. When Gerrera strode to the front, Tyrael was chopped to the ground by Lan Wu, the main attacker.

Gerrera would never miss this chance to finish him off. With a kick of his feet, he instantly jumped up. The Blade of the Bonebreaker turned into a cold light, and swept from bottom to top. Tyrael immediately became a flying man again, and was lifted into the air.

"Beautiful." Lan Wu couldn't help but praise loudly, and immediately took off his right glove. With his right hands together, he thrust into Tyrael's chest like lightning.

With a light sound of puffing, faint light spots splashed. Lan Wu's right hand deeply sank into Tyrael's chest. The whole person squatted on him, and instantly fell to the ground like a meteor.

Lan Wu was in a good mood. The remaining nine small amulets around him were devouring the remaining magic power in Tyrael's body at a crazy speed. In just a few minutes, the first small amulet lit up completely.

The second, the third... When the fifth small amulet lit up completely, Tyrael's body had become illusory and almost disappeared completely. Lan Wu couldn't help but sigh. The attack just now was a bit fierce, otherwise he could at least fill two or even three more small amulets now. But he was not greedy. He used up six and replenished five. But after killing Sisildin's group and Tyrael's clone, this deal was not a loss.

Just as he was about to squeeze out the last magic power of Tyrael's clone in one go, Tyrael suddenly gathered up and finally turned into an angel statue full of cracks, falling to the ground with a thud.

"Fuck." Lan Wu was really unhappy. After all, it was a clone of Tyrael. Even if it was beaten half to death and almost devoured, the remaining magic power was much higher than the magic energy absorbed by the demon. With just this little, I'm afraid I have to kill at least more than 30 powerful demons like the Moon King to match it.

"What is this?" Lan Wu was unhappy, but he knew what was going on. He picked up the palm-sized angel statue and shook it at Gerrera and the others. Gerrera glanced at it, shook his head, and told his team to sit down and catch their breath without saying a word. He had just killed the survivors such as Sisildin in one go, and he had also consumed most of his energy. Lan Wu shrugged his shoulders and looked at Uta and the others. Unexpectedly, no one looked at this side. Everyone ran to the corpses happily and took off their equipment quickly. "Okay." Lan Wu had no choice but to put away the angel statue. He could understand it. The ambush just now was indeed not easy. It seemed to be only half an hour, but in fact, Gerrera and the others had burst out with all their strength from the beginning. If Sisildin and the others had not been tragically encountered by the all-dark gold team led by Gerrera as the spearhead, I am afraid that at least a lot of people would have been killed. Gerrera and the other five looked down on the equipment on Sisildin and the others. But in the eyes of Uta and others, there are still many good things on these corpses. After all, it is not easy to collect a complete set of dark gold equipment. No one is as lucky as Gerrera and his friends, and they are also wealthy, so they can only use gold equipment with better attributes to make up the number.

After a tidying up, Uta and others are in high spirits. This ambush can be said to have achieved brilliant results. Not only did no one die in the battle, but not even one was seriously injured. A bottle of powerful healing potion was taken to deal with it. Of course, this does not include the battle madman Hurtado.

"Gerrera, this is your share." Uta strode over and threw out a few small things.

"Thank you." Gerrera raised his hand and grabbed it in his hand, and stuffed it into the space bag without even looking at it.

He knew Uta's character. Although the things he threw were few, they were all rare amulets, rings and other valuables. If he didn't accept them, there might be trouble again, affecting the next action.

Compared with Uta and others, the discipline of Grela's small team was quite strict. Weiss and the other four didn't even ask what the equipment Uta threw was. They took out potions to heal their wounds and took the time to recover their strength.

After resting for ten minutes, Grela suddenly stood up and ordered without question: "Let's go, leave here quickly. Don't let others see us here."

No one opposed Grela's order. Everyone knew what consequences their actions would bring. Uta and others immediately jumped up from the frozen ground and turned back to the top of the hill without saying a word.

At this time, Will was already anxious and couldn't sit still. The battle just now completely stimulated the blood of the Immortal King in his body. If he hadn't had to take care of Hurtado, who had temporarily lost his fighting power, he would have wanted to participate in such a fierce battle.

Without waiting for Gerrera's order, Weiss jumped over and carried Hurtado. Just as Gerrera was about to lead his men to leave the hill and try their luck at the location of the warlord Shank, Lan Wu suddenly called out to everyone.

"I have a good place, I wonder if you dare to go."