One sword!
Although it was a sudden attack, the originally arrogant demon warlord was cut in half with just one sword. Pernleus, who fell from the sky, raised his sword and pierced one of the demon's heads without hesitation. The flames erupted from the demon in an instant. It spurted out from his ears and nose, and within a moment the demon's twisted upper body was reduced to ashes.
In the disconnected second half of his life, that ugly head stared at Penleus with endless fear, twisted and struggled to crawl towards the altar.
The lizard-shaped warlord demon immediately put aside Caludia, who had almost lost his fighting power. The remaining head aimed at Pernlius and began to spit out black flames. The strange flame that could freeze everything was burning to Pernlius. The moment Si's body was touched, a golden flame rose fiercely. Even the ominous blood mist in the altar could not suppress this rising flame.
If the devil's black flames give people the impression of the coldness that freezes all things and the deathly silence of despair, then the flames on Penleus's body are like the burning flames of life, full of warmth and hope.
The flaming sword drew a dazzling golden light, and the huge sword energy condensed with high temperature penetrated the blood mist like an aurora!
The surrounding air was filled with a scorching sensation. The warlord demon had already slashed through the two heads with just a flash of sword energy. The demon's huge body melted like butter cut by a hot knife, and the revenge in his body was like lava. Blood like blood kept spraying along with the wail of the warlord demon, until two huge vines swept down and tore its huge body into pieces.
"You┉┉you┉┉Penleus!"
After killing the two defeated warlord demons, the Lord of Thorns, Beresite, looked at Pernrius almost angrily, and even those two pairs of terrifying green eyes were full of disbelief.
Peenleus turned a deaf ear to the howling of the Thorn Lord. Instead, he just focused his attention on the hypocritical figure in the blood curtain on the altar.
In the blood pool that erupted in the center of the altar, the phantom of Mosta, the Lord of Pain, stared at Perenlius with endless hatred and murderous intent. After the two warlord demons were instantly killed, the entire blood pool boiled again and floated away. The blood mist instantly condensed into a face-like shadow, slashing towards Pernrius from all directions.
At the same time, Lord of Thorns Beresite's ugly body began to bulge as if vines were crawling. A large number of vines pierced Beresite's skin and spewed out. The demon lord became like a tree in an instant. Alien plants generally should not appear in the world. The flowers and fruits spread countless disasters.
Peenlius raised his sword to meet him, and at the same time, everyone present suddenly found themselves wrapped in a golden ball of light, like some kind of protective layer. Even the violent power fluctuations around him could not affect it at all. Come in.
This is the true strength of Pernleus!
Elcid watched Peenlius's battle intently. As a sword wielder, Elcid was able to recognize the power of Peenlius's sword, which was far beyond his ability to concentrate his energy and energy on one point. This was the realm he had been pursuing all his life.
Both the blood shadow of the sickle and the vines were broken open by the sword energy, and the vines struck by the sword energy burned rapidly like a fire doused with fuel. In front of the flames of Pernleus, the vines seemed to have met their nemesis. No matter how they ran rampant, they were reduced to ashes in the flames.
Suddenly, the ground next to Peenlius cracked open, and a large vine instantly sprang out, twisted and overlapped. The terrifying appearance of the Lord of Thorns, Beresite, emerged. Huge claws made of vines were covered with fangs. He grabbed Pernleus fiercely.
"Be careful! Perenlius!" Although he was shocked by the power displayed by Perenlius, Elcid couldn't help but roared when he saw the demon lord launching an attack together with the demon master in the altar behind him.
By transferring his body underground and instantly moving to the opponent's side, Lord of Thorns Beresite is confident that he will severely damage the opponent with this blow, even if the opponent is that existence┉┉
boom!
However, a huge explosion sounded the next second. Beresite looked at his sharp claws in shock. There was now a shield in Pernleus's hand, with a huge ruby inlaid in the center. The golden and red shield with the wings embossed shone slightly with fire. The red light formed a barrier of fire around Pernleus, which easily blocked Bereset's claws like an insurmountable mountain.
Peenleus stared at the demon lord coldly with his golden eyes, and then cut the thorn lord's wrist with a sharp blade, and the flames immediately spread from the wound to the thorn lord's body.
"No wonder the Killing Lord doesn't want a lord like you to become a member of his army. You are really too weak┉┉"
The flaming blade then penetrated Beresite's chest. The originally arrogant demon lord seemed to have seen the most terrifying thing, and he couldn't even express his resentment and curses. Struggling to escape from Pernleus's sword, with his body still being swallowed by the flames, the demon lord fled back into the blood pool in embarrassment like a bereaved dog, leaving only the pain that still echoed in the altar. Wails.
Peenleus also did not pursue the escaped demon lord. There wasn't even a hint of joy on his face, he just stared at the shadow in the blood pool with sharp eyes.
"Who is he? How could that demon lord kill him so easily?"
Both El Cid and Caludia stared at the familiar figure in front of them in shock. Only the paladin Feline and Bramy had an expected expression, but they looked at the figure of Peenlius. Bramy couldn't help but reveal a bitter smile.
The voice of Bramy, the chief priest of the Storm God, sounded in El Cid's mind again.
The shadow of Mosta in the blood pool let out an earth-shattering roar, and in an instant the entire altar completely disappeared. The surrounding space suddenly turned into a seemingly infinite space filled with countless blood-stained torture instruments. Countless people imprisoned on the torture instruments were wailing at the top of their lungs. The cries full of despair were like the inside of hell. Sonatas generally bring visceral horror to the listener.
There is some kind of strange power in the voice of Mosta, the Lord of Pain. Everything begins to crack wherever he goes, as if being subjected to thousands of torture instruments, protecting El Cid, Brami and others. Some minor cracks appeared in the light ball in an instant, but in the end the light ball was not completely shattered.
"As a master, Mosta! Your power is much weaker than Areguso's!"
Poynleus said these words in a cold tone, which was enough to make the angry Lord of Pain go further into a frenzy. In front of this astonishing shock wave, Poynleus' whole body burned with flames. In the flames, Poynleus Without any damage, it was as if the flames were his body and limbs. The burning flames began to condense together, forming an armor on Penleus' body that was both metal and burning flames.
Five pairs of wings floated gently behind Penleus like burning fire feathers. Like the radiance of salvation, the imprisoned souls in the entire forest hell could not help but raise their heads, stare, long for, and shout. , looking forward to redeeming himself.
The ten-winged angel who represents salvation, not only does Plamy know the identity of Perenlius, but the Lord of Pain also knows the enemy in front of him. He once even fought against Areguso, the strongest murderous Lord in the abyss. In this battle, it was almost evenly matched and it was difficult to decide the outcome. In terms of strength, Mosta really did not dare to underestimate the opponent in front of him.
If it were normal times, Mosta might have to consider whether the cost of fighting Perenlius was worth it, but now the anger of the destruction of the main altar made Mosta lose his mind.
The power of the abyss in the altar began to concentrate to a certain point, and Mostar's huge figure began to loom in this hell full of torture instruments. His upper body had human expulsion, but his arms were like sickles like a mantis, and his lower body It was a disgusting body like a worm, covered with various instruments of torture. The Lord of Pain roared angrily, and the entire field seemed to be boiling.
A more powerful shock wave than before came with the shadow of the sickle, and wherever it went, the ground and the sky seemed to be torn apart.
Shackles of pain! The power of the demon master brings not only physical pain, but also endless mental destruction! Countless souls were swept up, rolling at high speed like a tornado. Those despairing and wailing souls were like sharp blades, constantly cutting anything they could come into contact with.
so horrible! El Cid protected Tokni, who was in a coma, in the ball of light. Looking at this scene that was like the end of the world, El Cid knew that if there was no protection from this ball of light, even if the golden holy cloth were there, This soul storm will be shattered in an instant.
"That's it? What a pity, Mosta. It seems that the power of the abyss in your main altar is not enough for you to step into the main material plane."
The golden blade flashed, and the seemingly frightening soul storm was split open in an instant. The flames on Pernius' blade even spiraled along the storm, using those crying souls as fuel, making the entire soul storm explode. Turned into a fire tornado.
The burned souls screamed, but unlike despair, it was a voice full of relief. Compared with being trapped in the devil's realm and being tortured forever, for these fallen souls, perhaps complete annihilation is the greatest thing. of relief.
At this moment, Mosta's shadow came out with an unwilling roar.
"If your true self completely entered the main material plane, you might still be able to fight with me, but now┉┉"
A trace of anger flashed in Pernleus' golden eyes burning with fire: "Go back to the Twisting Nether, demon!"
The flame sword shone with a dazzling red light, piercing the ground like a huge pillar of flame. In an instant, the surrounding space began to fall apart under the soaring firelight. (~^~)