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Chapter 390 The Sword of Breaking the Deadlock

fanaticism.

Excited.

How could they resist the tide of change? Even when he was alive, he loved his country so much. But he was just a silhouette, a trapped beast struggling in a corner. They were not destined to be the end of Victoria.

Then complete the last "mission".

The Bloody King's shoulders trembled slightly, and he raised his hand. A scarlet light shone brightly, and a new wave of crimson blood mist swept across the battlefield. For a moment, the bloody monsters and the Victorian army had to stop and nail themselves to the ground with their claws or weapons. When the wave dissipated, the mist no longer obscured people's sight, and the battlefield became clear.

Thousands of blood lines converged in the blood-red palm. Compared with the thousands of ferocious blood-red enemies, the owner of the palm seemed weak and fragile, but not out of human. One could even vaguely see his human appearance. But when it pressed down on the palm, the creature's heart changed accordingly.

Fanaticism, as a stepping stone to rage.

Rationality collapsed step by step, and the final killing began. There was no longer any distinction between camps, enemies or friends. The drifting rain covered the blood.

But it couldn't block the sword light.

There was a moment of stagnation, and then time was crushed and pushed by the surging rage. The blue-haired fallen angel gritted his teeth and stabbed his staff into the ground. The blue light scattered fragments and sprinkled on the raindrops, and the falling battlefield sank into amber.

But the power of time was blocked in the eyes of the Bloody King. He stared at her with cold eyes, and murderous intent without a trace of impurities came out. Mastema frowned, but still gave a provocative smile.

She couldn't be distracted, and trying her best to stop the "rage" from spreading. However, this was the first time she felt her limit since she took control of the lock and key. Although the "lock" was not in her hand at the moment, the power of that equal existence gave her a sense of gap.

A giant beast roared, and an ancient gaze cast a glance. The turbulent power of time and space opened the "door", and unreserved coldness surged out!

"Are you afraid of the cold?"

Frost Star's Originium skills were stored through the "lock" and were now responded to by the "key". With the help of the Time Behemoth, it struck across time. A flash of scarlet appeared in the Blood King's eyes, and the ice crystals wrapped in the cold current stopped in front of him. The corrupted power dyed the black ice crystals red, and the condescending gaze in the dissipated crystal dust penetrated the battlefield. Only then did Mostima notice that even if the enemy was not as strong as his supporters, his body was taller than a building.

There was no response. A flash of blood appeared, and the stinging red of the claws' tips filled her vision. Her heart skipped a beat. A rainbow appeared in Sakota's azure pupils. He pushed away the staff, and time and space were distorted. His figure disappeared on the spot. The "key" drew a circle of bright and slender light, and the blue light flashed, bursting out with a powerful turbulence of time and space.

The key to time!

However, the turbulence that can drag the enemy into a certain moment in history seems to leave deep scars on the red enemy's body through some invisible force, and glittering liquid gushes out of the wounds, as if reflecting a certain moment in time.

The staff flashed back into Mastema's hands. Holding the "key" again, Mastema revealed a solemn expression. The staff shone, leaving her illusory figure in the space, like a mirror flash. The next moment, she raised the staff and resonated with her own figure. The azure magic light that connected the space imprisoned the world. The girl shouted:

"Lock of Desolation!"

Without the "lock" in his hand, the full power of this move could not be fully unleashed. In just ten seconds, the glowing flaw was caught by the blood-red figure in the transparent amber, and the instantly broken technique announced that the beast was out of the cage.

"Sure enough, this isn't an enemy that can be dealt with easily... It's too dangerous..." Mostima sighed. She was afraid that she couldn't defeat the Scarlet King alone. The opponent could make mistakes countless times, but she had no room for error. Judging from her performance just now, she would be in danger if she fell into the trap.

A streak of white light emerged, her brows relaxed slightly, but she couldn't help but smile bitterly, her blue eyes flashed, and she swung her staff again. The huge and heavy light blade covered her slender figure, the deep blue covered the battlefield, and blood shot out, and a claw tore the spell apart!

The white light overwhelmed the blood light, the sword light overwhelmed the claw light. The melodious white flames were like a cloak, like wings -

—The exhausted, white-haired Carters slumped on the ground. Texas, who was watching over the still unconscious Penguin Logistics, Young Big Bear, and the others, looked at the blood-red sky and asked Frost Star, "Are you okay? Do you feel any urges?"

"It's okay... I'm really irritable, but I can still control it. Are you okay?" Frost Star let out a breath. The survivors had finally cleared out a safe area. However, being able to clear out the safe area was not only thanks to the support of Mostima's companions and the remnants of the vanguard such as the Horn, but also meant that the blood tide was about to come to an end - the enemy was not endless.

"There are too many wounded... The explosions just now were dirty bombs..." Liberi looked at the grieving scene in the safe zone, his eyes dimmed slightly. "I wonder how many more people will be infected after this war..."

The remnants of the vanguard army are in the city, and the protection of the paralyzed mobile city may be better, but more soldiers are still fighting on the front line. In this situation, any extra optimism will be called naive.

"..." Horn looked at her own injuries. The bloody, protruding open wounds on her arms and lower abdomen warned her to give up some irrational behaviors, but she couldn't calm the raging fire in her heart. She bandaged the wound hastily and looked up at the tired team members. Bagpipe's exhausted look made her choose to silently pick up the shield and stand up.

Rupert stopped her, and their tired expressions were reflected in each other's eyes.

"He died a meaningless death so that fewer people would live. Don't let him down."

"That's our...war." Horn stood firm, his gaze blazing, attracting the attention of the wounded. Seeing the disappointment in Texas's eyes, his gaze couldn't help but turn sad. "We can't...let him, a foreigner, risk his life while we sit here and catch our breath."

"Captain..." Bagpipe stood up quickly, and the Storm Commandos gathered spontaneously. She looked at the bloody back of Rupert, and everyone could see how bad her condition was.

"You can't even get past me now, it's even a question whether you can reach it." Texas was unwilling to extinguish her enthusiasm.

But even more, I don't want to watch her burn out. Victoria is not like Syracuse. Their flames are still shining.

"A soldier never refuses to die on the battlefield. I just don't want my enemy to be you, my friend."

"Texas," Vayfan stepped forward and said earnestly, "This is Victoria's wish. Our goal... is now crystal clear."

Looking at the pieces of flames soaked in bright red, they stood up. No spark spoke, but they all burned firmly. Texas had nothing to say. He looked back at Frost Star and others. The remnants of the vanguard army set themselves on fire. Ice and snow glanced sideways, and birds hummed softly.

The flames spread out of the city, surpassing the flowers along the way.

Rupert asked Liberi for help, picked up his two swords and followed him. A white light flashed on the two swords for a moment.

"I'm going over there for a minute. I feel a little...uncomfortable." Sora stood up. She seemed to be the first person in Penguin Logistics to wake up from her coma. The effects of her rage seemed to have subsided, and she indicated that she was feeling a little inconvenient.

"Be careful." Fiammetta nodded and warned.

Walking around a ruin, "Kong"'s steps were no longer frivolous, and her expression changed. After waiting for a moment, she took off her disguise.

Carters' figure emerged from the ruins.

"Boss... be careful. I have a feeling that Rupert has figured out I'm a fake... You two know each other well..." the intelligence officer with the Silver Crow Ring complained, "You're making things difficult for your subordinates..."

"No need to guess. If you've noticed it, then she must have noticed it." Kong brushed off the soot on his body without dwelling on it. His eyes were filled with worry. "...He's gone again."

"Boss...be careful, we..."

"I know. I won't act capriciously. He's taught me this many times." Sora shook his head. "Go help the Rhodes Island camp. We can't interfere on the front lines. Take care of the follow-up work and keep an eye on the situation."

"clear."

At the moment of identity exchange, a sword chant pierced the bloody curtain. Everyone's eyes turned to the fleeting sword light. Kong couldn't help but blurt out:

"You must be joking... Commander Wei..."

Following the light of the "Cloud Rift" sword, a blood shadow was slashed into the sky. However, in a moment, an even more terrifying force tore apart the remaining sword light, and the blood shadow fell back to the ground at a speed faster than when it rose. Then, a sound of tearing silk whistled through the sky, and a white flame shadow turned into a meteor and slammed heavily into the battlefield filled with people.

Ling Dengxian coughed up a large amount of blood without hesitation. After just a few exchanges, he confirmed that the other party was like the evil demon, with extraordinary essential power.

As if sensing his duty, Bai Guan responded proactively, broke through his body, and was held in his arms. A path was opened on the blood-red battlefield, and a lone blood shadow, with a monstrous blood color, approached step by step.

The Bloody King truly stepped onto the battlefield.

The battle ended, and the curtain was torn open by the sword chant!