If you keep praying, even if you are not dead, you will fight endlessly.

This is the promise of the ancient and Mongolian tribe to the outside world, and it is also the glory created by countless ancestors who stained the battlefield with blood.

It was also at this moment that when this prayer penetrated the cold wind, drifted through the city, crossed countless distances between life and death, and fell into Amon's ears, he seemed to have experienced an unprecedented soul touch.

"I am a citizen of Xueshan and a inheritor of ancient Mongolia."

"I am a believer of the God of Strength and Courage, Kelma's Blade."

"I sing the name of the gods and walk in the dark with a sword."

"Where you pass, you will be relieved until you die, and you will be relieved until you die..."

As he struggled to stand up from the wall, Amon thought of the prayer, which was faint and intermittent, then became loud and vast, until it became hoarse roar.

"Don't stop until death!!!"

The fury voice resounded throughout the world, integrated into the sky, integrated into the glory created by the ancient and Mongolian tribe for thousands of years, and also integrated into the depths of his bones, blood and soul.

The two-headed cow monster did not understand where Amon's changes came from, but as a top predator on the wild wilderness, it had the wisdom of being unruly and rich hunting experience.

At this moment, its instinct made it make a decision.

It did not stop, but instead stepped on the ground with four claws. The body swooped forward a little faster in the broken floor tiles.

Its two cow heads swung randomly, and its knife-like horns cut through the air in the air, with a hissing sound, causing sharp waves of air to roll.

At the same time, with the roaring prayer shaking everywhere, Amon ran out like a crazy look.

He also did not choose to avoid it. The memory fragments flashed in his mind made him clearly know that as long as he gave the two-headed monster a little time to brew, he could easily kill him whether it was spitting out flames or strong acids.

So, he needs to charge, just charge at all costs.

Although this seems to be no different from seeking death, it is a risky attempt in the end.

The extreme strength of A Meng was brave enough to draw his sword, and the sword with both hands flew across the sky, bringing out a half-moon white mark. The coldness of the sword light even gave people a glimpse of cold murderous intent, slashing through the air and hitting the horns of the cow monster again.

Clam!

Bang!

Moo!

There was no doubt that Amon flew again, and this time he could no longer stop his body. He was smashed back to the previous wall like a sharp arrow.

This time, a big hole was directly smashed into the wall, and Amon was embedded in it, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and there was no pain in his body.

His keen perception allows him to make better judgments, but it also brings him more pain. The only benefit may be that he remains awake even if he is so severely injured.

Although the two-handed sword in his hand was still firmly held by him, only half of it was left. The wide and thick sword spine was broken from it, and the fracture was smooth.

The two-headed cow monster also stopped and shook his head on the spot. Obviously, although it had an absolute advantage, the force of the recoil still made it a little dizzy.

But in just a moment, it raised its head again.

This time, when the four bull eyes stared at Amon at the same time, endless anger appeared. It did not expect that this prey... actually hurt it.

But that's all.
Chapter completed!