Time seemed to stand still.
Yu Mengzhou looked up at the Demon Prince on the high platform, while Angra looked down at the humans standing on the ground.
What should I do? Should I do it? How should I do it? I have to kill him, but where do I start? This thing is as big as a magic horse. It can crush me to death just by charging...
At this moment, Yu Mengzhou's mind was in a mess, his thoughts were flying, countless chaotic ideas gathered and scattered, he appeared calm on the surface, but he was already in a panic inside.
He had killed chickens and ducks, witnessed the pomp and circumstance of weddings and funerals in the countryside, and helped the village butchers at the market. After arriving in the Demon Realm, he had killed quite a few little demons, and his record in front of the fortress was nothing short of brilliant... But those were either forced upon him to make a living or forced into resistance, and he had no experience in taking the initiative.
In silence, Yu Mengzhou's eyes trembled slightly, and he suddenly saw the wound on Angela's waist and abdomen, which was right at the junction of the human body and the horse's body, as if it had been pierced by the horns of a mad bull. I don't know how much time has passed, but it still retains the fresh appearance of when it was injured, and it seems that it has not healed at all.
Falke! That must be the sign that Falke had seriously injured him, no wonder his voice was still sickly. Ha, so my chances of winning are a little better!
In the millisecond when his eyes were slightly misaligned, Angela suddenly spread out his huge bone wings and quickly soared into the air from the high platform. Yu Mengzhou was finally able to get a glimpse of the Demon Prince's full appearance.
— Half-man, half-horse, with ferocious horns and bony wings that swarmed with wind. He had no horse tail behind him, nor did he have the slender, powerful, entangled and free snake tail of a demon horse. Instead, he had a scorpion tail that was made of black and gold, like an ancient bloodletting spear. The sharp blade on the top flowed with thick golden poison, enough to string together and tear apart an elephant.
Does he want to run, or does he want to strike first
None of the guesses mattered. At this moment, Yu Mengzhou seemed to have used up all the good luck for the rest of his life. His brain was blank, but the muscles in his body moved at high speed like a conditioned reflex. His right hand suddenly grabbed the single-edged hoof-trimming knife in his arms and threw it into the air!
In order to adapt to the size of the demon horse, he had spent a lot of effort to modify this hoof trimming knife. He straightened the curved surface of the blade to make it sharper and able to cut a larger area, making it look like a small crescent moon.
At this moment, the momentum of this crescent moon was really like a ray of light and quick silver light, hitting the prince's soaring figure without bias. The echo of it sinking into the flesh and blood was extremely silent, but Angra was about to let out a thunderous roar for it.
“Ah!” Angra screamed, and then fell heavily to the ground from a high altitude. His sharp and thick bone wings kept twisting and struggling, trying to support his heavy demon body. He violently destroyed the statues of “Falke” and “Dead Star” and smashed the hard marble horse head. “A person as lowly as an ant dares to fight against destiny!”
His violent scorpion tail coiled like a mad snake. Yu Mengzhou seized the opportunity, tightly grasped the long alloy hoof clippers in both hands, rushed forward and delivered a heavy blow!
The loud noise of the metal colliding was deafening. The scorpion's tail at the front was like a piece of very hard steel that had been soaked in low temperatures for too long. It suddenly broke and flew into the back of the "Pilgrim" stone sculpture, splattering venom.