Warlord

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Bauer would never have thought that this joyful long-range attack would turn into his single-way ticket to hell.

Dom had fallen, and although Gunabel had fled, Bauer believed that this terrifying woman could easily find the cold man. Bauer looked at his limp left hand. There was a bowl-sized hole in his shoulder. It was a severe, penetrating injury, inflicted by the war spear in Valkyrie.

The tip of the spear was not as big as a bowl, but when it pierced Bauer’s shoulder, the energy that was attached to it expanded the wound. Bauer could clearly feel the energy that the War Goddess attached to the spear invading his flesh and blood in a shocking and annihilating way. Even his bones were instantly vaporized by this energy.

Now the bright point of the gun was pointed at the tip of Bauer’s nose. And in the eyes of the big Russian, the image of Valkyrie’s icy figure was reflected.

“Surrender, I admire your perseverance. If you are willing to surrender and tell me how you came here, I will not kill you. ” Valkyrie said in his usual indifferent tone.

If she had wanted to, Bauer would have died long before the second round began. But Valkyrie was not ready to kill him. He wanted to force useful information from him.

Bauer and the other two had abilities at rank 6 to 7. It was impossible for someone at this level to silently bypass the Jurian Mountains and appear in the snow behind Asgard.

It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that the moment intermediate espers like them appeared near the Devil’s Desert, Asgard’s defensive system would be activated. After all, anyone with a mid-ranked strength or higher would have a certain degree of destructive power. It was impossible for Asgard to allow these ticking time bombs to appear in the vicinity at any time.