Chapter 662 9.86

Chapter 662 86

Red has never received any formal combat training since he was born. A small part of the martial arts he can display comes from the blood of his ancestors surging in his body.

Most of it comes from the underground world of Constantinople.

In the chaotic and disordered gang fights, the fights between the lower-level gangsters will suddenly break out without warning. The gangsters picked up the first weapon they saw and swung it at the opponent's head with all their strength.

Red Blood Pigeon, unconsciously seriously injured, casually chose the weapon he was best at.

A fire stick exposed in the ruins of the building.

As early as 230 BC, Roman craftsmen had mastered the production process of cement when they built the temple. Mixing sand, soil, broken shells, and quicklime in a certain proportion can produce a plastic material like liquid stone. After being poured into the mold and naturally solidified, it can easily become any shape they need.

This material does not have much rigidity to be studied.

The broken mud bricks hit Wang Ergulei's head and broke into slag without any surprise. With his face covered with sand and dust, the powerful dragon herder was actually a little surprised at this moment.

Severe injuries and overdrawn psychic energy seriously affected his reaction ability. He was glad that the initiator of such a thundering attack was so weak. For some reason, he even used cement slabs, which were obviously too useless weapons.

This intensity of attack could not even penetrate his facial scales.

Naturally, it could not cause any harm to him.

Wang Ergulei did not want to pay attention to this sudden enemy. If the opponent could only launch this level of attack, he would not be afraid of hundreds of enemies of the same level.

Compared with this seemingly brave new force, the biggest threat is obviously the two Viking pirates who are at the end of their strength. It is the best time to kill them while they are weak. If these two people are allowed to recover their strength and fight again, this difficult battle will increase many variables.

Wangergulei didn't want to pay attention to Red, but that didn't mean Red wanted to let him go easily.

When the boiling blood burning all over his body was activated, all the emotions in the hearts of mortals had completely disappeared, and the only thing driving all his actions was the fighting instinct from memory.

Under the cover of dust, Red jumped up, grabbed the top horn of Wangergulei's head and smashed it hard to the ground. Wangergulei obviously didn't expect that the inconspicuous Viking boy would have such great strength. If he was not careful, his whole body would be immediately poured down by the huge force.

At the moment of losing balance, Wangergulei actually had a rare feeling of confusion. As an outer god descended from the outer domain, he had spent his life herding dragons, cultivating dragon kings, fighting giants and ancient gods, and successfully survived to this day.

He never thought that he would be thrown down in the ruins of Constantinople by an extremely ordinary mortal in an almost humiliating posture.

After the dark giant lost his balance, Red casually scooped it from the air behind him. No one could see what he picked up, until a transparent silk thread was wrapped around Wangergulei's thick neck.

Red bent his body into a reverse arch shape in a high roar, and the silk blade as thin as hair deeply embedded in Wangergulei's neck, bringing out a large ball of thick blood foam.

The shadow of death loomed again, and Wangergulei stabbed the broadsword in his hand behind him without hesitation. With both hands tightly holding the silk blade, Red had no room to dodge. The black broadsword with black mist rising pierced Red's shoulder blade.

After launching this attack, he was even more surprised.

The huge force strangling his neck did not weaken at all, but the black broadsword in his hand was stuck in the gap of Red's hard bones, and he could not pull it out for a moment.

The ancient memories remaining in his brain were slowly activated.

Wangergulei thought of the Viking ancestors he had seen more than 10,000 years ago.

The group of blond men who tore dragons with their hands and wielded axes to drive away frost giants.

The fighting style of this young man was surprisingly similar to that of the crazy people in his memory.

His threat level instantly increased in Wang Ergulei's mind. The flying blade on his neck tightened more and more, so that Red's palm also began to break, oozing hot blood.

Taking advantage of the moment when the silk flying blade was lubricated by blood and gradually slipped out of his hand, Wang Ergulei struggled desperately. The sharp filaments had already cut his neck scales and deeply embedded in his flesh and blood.

Risking more serious injuries, he stretched out his palm and grabbed the sharp thin wire tightly, sucking air into his lungs.

The extreme suffocation was temporarily relieved, and Wang Ergulei tensed his muscles and tried to stand up from the ground.

Red hung on his back for life, but it was a pity that the weight of a mortal was not a burden for this old outer god. At the moment when he was about to stand up completely.

Sat had gathered his strength again and swung the flaming axe to hit him head-on.