novelweb Chapter 1108: Human Monks vs. Demonic Wolf Tribe
Chapter 1108: Human Monks vs. Demonic Wolf Tribe
Saint John of the Holy See proposed to join forces with the Knights of the Round Table to fight the demon wolf together, and divide the holy spring water equally after victory. His tone was extremely arrogant.
"I have no objection." King Arthur of the Knights of the Round Table frowned slightly and said.
Frankly speaking, he couldn't see through the depth of the Demon Wolf King, but he could feel that this old wolf king was not simple, and it would be difficult for him to defeat him alone. If he could join forces with Saint John, he should be able to win without any problems.
"Wait, if you, the Knights of the Round Table and the Knights Templar, come up and divide the sacred spring water, what about us independent cultivators? We want the sacred spring water, too!" Some independent cultivators present protested.
They have come here with great difficulty and they also want to enjoy the fruits of victory.
St. John glanced coldly at these casual cultivators and said, "Reward according to merit. Anyone who kills the enemy and contributes will get a share, even if they are casual cultivators. If anyone dares to be cunning, don't blame me for not recognizing anyone with the cross sword in my hand."
No one would do a business that would lose money.
After he said this, the group of casual cultivators finally felt relieved.
They are all powerful monks, so naturally they won't go all out.
"but……"
Then, St. John changed the subject and once again glanced at the scattered cultivators in the field, saying, "The cultivators in the East are not within the scope of distributing the holy spring water. Especially the cultivators from the great Eastern countries, please leave on your own accord. Everything in this small world belongs to us in the West. You Easterners have committed an unforgivable sin by coming here. You are simply daydreaming if you still want to share the holy spring water."
Non-my family, its heart must be different!
After all, the spearhead was pointed at the East, at the monks of our great Eastern country!
"Your Excellency the Holy Son, aren't you generalizing? Although I have an oriental face, I have a western heart. As long as you give the order, I am willing to charge into battle for you, and go through fire and water without hesitation. I believe there are many oriental monks like me. I hope you can give us a chance to perform." An oriental monk stood up, with a pointed face, and said shamelessly, clearly licking the West.
"You want to be a dog? Then I'll give you a chance to be a dog. Perform well. As long as you take the sacred spring, I'll give you a share." The Son of God John smiled coldly, his eyes full of deep contempt.
"Thank you, Saint Son, for giving me this opportunity. I will definitely perform well and live up to your expectations." The pointed-faced oriental monk thanked him without any shame.
However, there were also some tough Eastern monks who stood up and said, "Holy Son of the Holy See, your tone is a bit too arrogant. After the fall of the gods, everything in this small world is ownerless. There is no longer a distinction between the East and the West. Those who are capable will get it. What you say does not count at all."
"Yes, you have no say. As a monk from a great Eastern country, I protest."
"I protest too!"
……
There were many monks from the great Eastern countries present, and they all stood up to express their dissatisfaction.
"Shut up! Do you think I'll give you a chance?"
Just as the tough Eastern monk finished his words, suddenly a sharp sword light was swung out from the hand of Saint John, cutting through the sky. It was crystal clear like a silver-white silk thread, and it cut off the head of the tough Eastern monk in an instant from dozens of meters away.
This tough Eastern monk was a master, yet he was killed instantly by the Son of Saint John.
All of a sudden, all the Eastern monks in the field trembled in fear.
Those who are timid should withdraw immediately and not get involved in this dispute.
"Demon Wolf King, your Demon Wolf clan has been enjoying this sacred spring for too long, and it's time to change the owner of the sacred spring. If you retreat quickly, your Demon Wolf clan will still be the masters of this world. We humans will retreat after enjoying this sacred spring." The Son of Saint John said to the Demon Wolf King, his kind tone full of threats.
In short, he was determined to get this magical spring water.
"The human race is stubborn and unyielding! They deserve to be killed!"
The Demon Wolf King was furious on the spot.
As the masters of this small world, the Demon Wolf Clan has never been threatened by anyone.
Ouch!
The Demon Wolf King opened his bloody mouth and roared, and suddenly endless icy energy gushed out of his mouth, like a mountain torrent during the rainy season. Wherever it passed, everything was destroyed and frozen.
The icy energy contained countless ice cones and ice arrows. Many monks were unable to dodge and their bodies were pierced on the spot.
Not only the Demon Wolf King can breathe out icy air, but the other Demon Wolves can too. This is their bloodline talent.
As a result, the scene suddenly became lively, and the freezing air was raging, like the Yellow River flooding, and it was out of control. The temperature at the scene suddenly dropped by dozens of degrees, and the cold penetrated into the bone marrow.
The roars of hundreds of demonic wolves resounded through heaven and earth, shocking the entire small world.
"Oh no, run away! This Demon Wolf King is too terrifying." Seeing that the situation was not good, many human monks quickly ran away.
But King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table and St. John's Knights Templar remained unmoved. They took out their shields and erected them in front of them, forming an iron wall that blocked the impact of the icy air and the piercing of ice cones and ice arrows.
After this breath, more than a dozen human monks were lost. Some were killed, some were frozen, and some were injured. It was a horrible sight.
"Kill!" The Demon Wolf King took a step forward, causing the earth to shake, and gave orders to his demon wolf offspring.
The icy breath just now was just an appetizer after all, what was next was the real fight.
If these human monks want to occupy the sacred spring, they must step over the corpses of their demon wolf clan.
Boom boom boom!
Bang bang bang!
Hundreds of demon wolves followed the orders of the Demon Wolf King and charged towards the human monks like sharp arrows shot from powerful bows and crossbows, leaving behind a trail of afterimages and whistling winds, with a terrifying momentum.
In their eyes, human monks are nothing more than food, and very delicious food at that, making them salivate. They can swallow them whole in one bite without even having to clean up the battlefield.
It has been a long time since they had eaten such delicious food, so they all looked like they were injected with chicken blood, and their eyes were red.
"Brothers, let's fight! Kill these magic wolves, and the holy spring water will be ours. And all the treasures left by the gods on the world tree will also be ours." King Arthur swung the greatsword in his hand and chopped off an adult magic wolf that pounced on him madly, splitting the huge wolf head in half.
The twelve Knights of the Round Table each held a sword in one hand and a shield in the other, and their movements were in unison, forming a battle formation.
However, the power of the demon wolf was so great and its speed was so fast that it quickly defeated the battle formation.
"In the name of God, kill them! Victory belongs to us, to the human race!"
Over there, St. John, the leader of the Knights Templar, pulled the reins suddenly, and the tall horse under him rushed out like a tiger coming down the mountain, showing no fear against the magic wolf.
There was no doubt about the power of St. John. He swung out with the great cross sword in his hand. The sword light, accompanied by holy light, cut through the sky, and instantly a demon wolf was beheaded.
But the Templar Knights following behind him were quickly dispersed by the magic wolves, and some of them could not even control their horses.
After all, the number of demon wolves was still too large, more than a hundred of them, several times the number of human cultivators.
Moreover, the magic wolf has extremely tenacious vitality. If its head cannot be cut off, even if a sword pierces its body, it can still jump around and charge at the enemy.
The Demon Wolf King transformed into an old human, about ten feet tall, tall and majestic, holding a huge axe as big as a door panel. Every time the axe chopped down, it would bring up an ice storm.
Click!
The Demon Wolf King swung his axe, and a thick axe blade instantly tore through the sky and earth, bringing with it a rolling cold wind and energy, chopping a knight of the Knights Templar alive along with his horse, turning him into a bloody mud on the ground.
"You are courting death, old man!"
When the leader of the Knights Templar, Saint John the Son, saw this scene, he became furious and urged his tall horse to rush over.
He held a large cross sword in his hand, the sword body shining brightly. Taking advantage of the momentum of the warhorse, he held the sword with both hands and chopped it with force. Suddenly, a white sword light that was ten feet long fell from the sky.
Clang clang!
The white sword light was extremely bright and blazing, and it was clearly a huge cross-shaped sword made of sword energy and the power of light. It was like a weapon in the hands of a god, powerful enough to split a mountain into pieces.
"Holy Light, Cross Sword, cut it for me!"
As he swung his sword, the Son of Saint John let out an earth-shaking roar.
"Holy Son, I'm here to help you!"
King Arthur's voice was heard, and almost at the same time, he swung a sword towards the back of the Demon Wolf King.
King Arthur's sword was extremely sharp, and it had the power to cut through the nine heavens.
But the Demon Wolf King was neither slow nor hurried. He first swung out with a storm axe, and the shocking axe light and the cross lightsaber collided violently, making a shocking noise, like a heavy missile exploding, and the shock wave it created rushed in all directions like a hurricane.
The Son of Saint John and the horse under him were nearly knocked over by the shock wave. It was obvious that they suffered a great loss in this confrontation.
Then the Demon Wolf King turned around and punched.
Boom!
This punch was thrown with a simple and majestic force, and the shock wave of the punch was like a raging wave in the ocean, invincible.
Dang Dang!
The sound was like a huge bell, which made the eardrums of everyone present burst.
Click!
The terrifying sword light slashed out by King Arthur shattered.
Immediately afterwards, King Arthur was knocked back with his sword.
It was really horrifying that the Wolf King actually took on King Arthur's sword with his physical body and even beat King Arthur back.
"What a strong body!" King Arthur was horrified.
"Damn, why is he so strong?" Saint John exclaimed.
At this time, the battle was completely one-sided. The Wolf King alone held back King Arthur and Saint John. The battle was going on back and forth. The remaining dozens of human monks suffered heavy casualties under the siege of more than a hundred wolfs. Some had their throats bitten, some had their heads crushed by their iron hooves, and some had their limbs bitten off...
Especially, Saint John looked down on the Eastern monks just now, and the Western monks in the field retreated and did not participate in this war. Some of the trash who were loyal to the West were also killed or disabled.
"Holy Son, save me!"
The oriental monk with a pointed chin and monkey cheeks who would rather be a dog was defeated by the joint attack of the two magic wolves and shouted for help from the Son of Heaven, John.
However, John the Son did not even look at him.
The next second, his head was bitten to pieces by the demon wolf.
"Ah, help!"
Click!
"Ah, no!"
Pfft!
……
The battle was one-sided, and in a short while, most of the human monks were killed or wounded. Both the Knights of the Round Table and the Knights Templar were badly wounded and in disarray.
"If this continues, we will all die here. Where did that old guy Blood Emperor go? This dark bat wouldn't be hiding in the dark, hoping to reap the benefits?" Saint John said loudly.
He mentioned the Blood Emperor of the vampire clan, old Nicholas.
Originally, the blood clan and the Holy See were irreconcilable, one represented darkness and the other represented light. But at this juncture, the enemy of my enemy is my friend, and it might not be a bad idea to join forces with the Blood Emperor.
"Kill them all, leaving no one behind!"
The Demon Wolf King roared, preparing to launch the final attack.
Clang!
But at this moment, a sharp sound was heard in the sky, and a streak of blood lightning fell from the sky, turning into a dazzling blood light, as if a huge blood cloud fell from the sky.
It was a long spear that broke through the air, emitting a sharp edge that was breathtaking and as fast as lightning.
The tip of the spear was pointing at the Demon Wolf King.
"not good!"
The Demon Wolf King was horrified and felt a breath of death approaching, so he quickly dodged.
boom!
The Demon Wolf King reacted so quickly that the moment he sensed the murderous intent, he dodged violently, crushing the ground with his feet, leaving a big pit and spreading countless large cracks. He almost flashed ten meters away, and the time he took was negligible.
boom!
A moment later, a long spear appeared in the large pit where he was standing. Most of the spear was sunk into the ground, leaving only a small part of the handle.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
The bodies of the four demon wolves standing around exploded on the spot and turned into four balls of blood mist.
And they were simply shocked by the aura of the spear and exploded to death.
"You are a bunch of trash. You were defeated by a few wild dogs. You have brought shame to the human cultivators."
Following the sound, a human figure landed on the ground, at the edge of the sunken pit.
This was a Western man wearing gorgeous clothes, with blond hair and blue eyes, and a face as sharp as a knife, like he was from an aristocratic family. However, the two sharp fangs sticking out from the corners of his mouth revealed his identity, not human, but vampire.
This handsome Western man was none other than the common master of the thirteen blood clans, the Blood Emperor.
It is true that if you speak of Cao Cao, he will appear.
Saint Son John had just been muttering the Blood Emperor, and now the Blood Emperor appeared.
"what!"
Not far away, the Demon Wolf King let out a painful roar. There was a bloody mark on his back, deep enough to see the bone.
His reaction speed just now was obviously very fast, he almost flashed away, but he was still injured.
This shows how terrifying the shot that the Blood Emperor just fired was.