At this moment, the heart of the demon believer Turner was full of joy.
Alban's attitude towards demon believers has always been extremely severe, and he is often sentenced to capital punishment. However, considering the special abilities of some demons, there are still many people with uncertain beliefs who secretly cooperate with low-level or low-level demons-they use the abyss magic to manage farms and dispose of waste materials. To be like a thief, I wish I could keep the devil under the bed in my bedroom.
Turner never looked down on the group, believing that demons were called demons for their own reasons.
They are weapons.
Since one can smear a deadly poison on the blade, using a demon is no big deal. It's nothing more than that the old stubborn Radicals insist so much for the sake of bullshit doctrine and stable rule, and all they want is the few silver coins representing piety in the believers' pockets.
The people are really stupid. The upper echelons of various countries are clamoring that they are not allowed to cooperate with the devil. They don't have one or two bone bombs in their weapons - that is the most amazing abyss magic.
Abyss magic is unique in the effect of destruction and damage, consuming the same power, it can often reap much better effects than the equivalent surface magic. The wounds they inflict are difficult to heal, and the combat is extremely difficult to deal with, and there is no weapon more suitable for the mob.
Since there are shortcuts, fools will not go. There are so many people who follow yang and yin, and they are not inferior to oneself.
A notorious robber, Turner didn't think he would be bothered by so-called "morality."
No, there is no meeting with the idiots who have been doing stupid things diligently and diligently with their own demons. In order to root out the unscrupulous rebels, Alban's emperor issued a temporary amnesty, allowing them "specially skilled people" to join the army. Using abyss magic to completely dissolve swill is not a combat skill, and the army clearly needs people who can "real use" abyss magic.
It's just that Emperor Etram has always been old-fashioned, and this amnesty order with a sudden change in style is destined to cause an uproar.
The riots made by the Radians were so loud that Turner heard a lot of wind. Prince Eldric even came forward to speak for the Rad Sect, hoping to persuade his brother who had "something wrong with his head".
The emperor's attitude was very firm.
But this has nothing to do with him as a gangster. As long as someone is willing to give gold, even if the opposite is the devil himself, he will dare to stuff those golden darlings into his pocket.
Demon believers are easy to find, and Turner never thought that there was actually a veritable demon warlock in his army. Looking at the remaining human parts, the host should have fifty or sixty.
Countless bulging and sturdy flesh tubes stretched out from the shriveled body of the old human being, and wrapped around the old man like vines wrapped around trees - the demon warlock didn't even need to wear clothes, the black and red flesh tubes wrapped tightly around his body, far away. From a distance, it looks like a grotesque heavy armor.
Dozens of vines have flower-like organs full of tiny sharp teeth at the end, and the viscous liquid drips down the sharp teeth, making a tingling sound of inhalation.
Just looking at the degree of alienation and momentum, this demon warlock can definitely be called a strong man.
The old man was usually taciturn, too lazy to talk to their demon followers who were born bandits. There were demon believers who didn't believe in evil before to provoke them, but they were stabbed in the head by a strange meat vine, which directly sucked the brains dry, and even his lower-level demons were not spared.
Through the horribly dead corpse, Turner saw the gleam of gold coins. With the help of such a monster, as long as you happily kill the army of that dog marshal, this is a rare legal killing party—
It's going to be a carnival.
He still thought so until he set foot on the battlefield. The shield soldiers took the lead, many demon believers marched forward with the only demon warlock, and the heavily armed cavalry and mages followed at the end.
They will use the power of the abyss to give the opposite side a merciless covering blow, and then let the army behind them clean up the remnants.
Even though Gallagher Salter's army looked majestic and impressive, in Turner's eyes, they were no different from handling meat ready for the grill. The more organized the army is, the less flexible it will be to deal with enemies related to the abyss.
After receiving the order, the demon believers took the lead. The ominous spells and rotten poison rushed towards the opposite side—
And then gone.
Turner thought for a moment that he was hallucinating.
As if swallowed by an invisible wall, the various group spells disappeared in the blink of an eye. The demon followers looked at each other, no one knew what was going on.
Even if the opponent is blocked with dragon breath stone armor, at least there should be a big explosion caused by the impact, but...
"There's really no color. Nice job, Nemo." Oliver clapped quietly a few times.
He was riding on a horse, following the general. The generals obviously didn't really plan to let them go to the battlefield. Rather than letting them fight, it was more like giving them the safest position for An's sake.
The general even left only one horse for them.
But Nemo wasn't displeased with it, since he couldn't ride a horse anyway.
Lord Demon King was sitting nervously behind Oliver, one arm was tightly around Oliver's waist, and the other was stretching his staff nervously. Rather than concentrating on the Shadow Shield, which should fill his entire field of vision, he was trying to control its color.
"Actually I wanted to make it white." Nemo muttered a little disappointedly. "It looks alright, doesn't it?"
"I can see a little, but the person on the other side shouldn't. That's enough, at least it's not pink."
Oliver clenched the reins with his left and drew the Sword of Rest from the ukulele with his right - out of some sweet thought, he did not want to scabbard the sword again. The leader of the tumbleweed added a dark slot behind the armor, and carried the ukulele directly behind his back as a substitute for the scabbard.
But now that Nemo was on his back, Oliver simply hung the ukulele from the saddle.
"If it's white, maybe they can misunderstand what powerful surface spells are here... It's almost ineffective." Nemo kept talking, obviously still worrying about the color matching of the shadow shield.
The general glanced at the mage who had a wrong focus without saying a word.
The experienced generals were a little stunned by this sudden change. Before the attack of the spell on the opposite side, they had actually let the shield soldiers in the front row burn the protection scrolls at the same time - as a result, the parchment scrolls had not had time to open, and the ominous piles of The spell just flew halfway, and disappeared like a spark falling into the water.
It's dying.
The general prided himself on seeing people accurately, and after contacting him during this period of time, he still had a good impression of the two young attendants of the princess. The two young lads did not rely on the princess Alban behind them to act arrogantly. On the contrary, he was well-behaved and polite, well-bred, and did not cause any trouble for the army.
The marshal didn't mention the tumbleweed, but after knowing Ann Savage's true identity, most of the people took those rumors as a blindfold, and didn't think of these young people in the direction of monsters. The general didn't plan to let these two beautiful young men go to war at all, and he arranged them directly behind him, so that the guards who accompanied the army could follow them.
Now he is not sure what he is protecting two things, the one that was just a young mage, he did not understand from beginning to end.
Who is the backer behind the princess
"How about you let out a little momentum? It should be useful to frustrate their spirit... Uh, can you release momentum at a certain point?" Oliver pulled the reins and lowered his voice.
"If there is no Demon Warlock on the opposite side." Noticing the shocked look from the general, Nemo cautiously lowered his voice. "I don't know what his knowledge reserve is... If the identity of the superior demon is recognized too early, the news will only cause trouble to Marshal Gallagher."
"Okay, you make sure that the abyss magic doesn't mess up, and the army is mine." From this angle, Nemo couldn't see Oliver's face, but he could hear the tension in the other's voice - it was a little nervous. Means eager to try.
Nemo tilted his head slightly and looked at the densely packed enemy army on the opposite side. He took a breath and decided to let Oliver's head continue to block his view and give himself a few minutes to calm down.
Even if the expeditionary army at the bottom of the abyss is much larger than the number on the opposite side, at least most of the expeditionary army is hidden by darkness, and perception and seeing are two different things after all. Nemo's heartbeat quickened with nervousness, and he swallowed hard.
"Going on," Oliver whispered. "I may need your help then, Nemo."
"Anytime," Nemo said, burying his face in Oliver's armor.
"What are you two going to do?" Perceiving the restlessness of Oliver's horse, the general's voice was a little broken.
"Let's go drive the other side away." Oliver let out a long sigh. "Thank you for your care, sir. Could you spare us an hour and a half, if possible?"
"What are you talking about, the other side has already started to attack—"
The young head of the tumbleweed showed a slightly restrained but bright enough smile, and directly broke through the guards guarding in front.
The demon cult Turner almost thought Gallagher's army was insane—even if it was the strong forwards, that wasn't the way to go.
The horse even had two people on it, and it was completely impossible to tell whether it was here for a fight or for a run.
"Move!" The commander behind him ordered dissatisfiedly, clearly dissatisfied with the inaction of this group of demon believers. Even if the emperor's pardon came before, Alban's generals, who were used to the old days, had a hard time accepting this group of guys who had no connection with the devil.
For the gold coin, Turner happily gave out again—
Once again, the spell was broken, but the distance of the break was much closer than the last time.
It was done by the two people right away.
The man controlling the mount appears to be a swordsman, and behind him is a mage with a staff. Although I didn't see the brilliance of any magic, everyone can guess that the mage has a ghost.
The magic of the demon followers instantly had a clear goal. The odd-shaped super-fiends turned around and started to attack the horses that came running alone. This provocation is too arrogant, and even the demon believers who are used to being arrogant are a little angry at this time. However-
Invalid, invalid, still invalid.
Turner's forehead began to seep sweat, and he subconsciously looked behind him. Finally, the Demon Warlock, who was surrounded by them, sneered, raised his eyes, and took a spell-casting posture.
In fact, their goals are far less powerful than they appear.
"Too fast!" yelled Nemo. "Oli, Oli, slow this horse down—I'm going to be spit!"
"It's out of control!" Oliver shouted desperately in the gale of movement. "Hold on, Nemo, you're not going to vomit over such a small thing—the enemy is ahead! Omg."
"We're going to hit the shield on the opposite side!" Although Nemo was still holding his staff, his eyes were tightly closed. He didn't know whether to be helpless or fortunate. The chaotic battle in front of him made him completely unable to match the battlefield that Ulysses remembered.
"We won't!" Oliver clenched his sword and wrapped his arms around the horse's neck. "Friend, please, calm down—"
A dim light flashed, and the horses calmed down inexplicably. Its speed gradually slowed down, and it stopped in front of the enemy shield soldiers, with a little doubt in its big eyes.
Oliver shivered and sighed, just staring at the enemy's shield soldiers.
"Uh." Oliver threw the Sword of Rest, his expression a little embarrassed. "Good afternoon?"
Nemo hugged Oliver's waist tightly, took a few deep breaths to suppress the vomiting, and almost broke his lover's waist.
The two are too close, and most of the demon believers dare not continue to go out, lest they injure friendly troops. It's just that they don't need to go out now-
Great black light.
The Demon Warlock supported his body on flesh vines, and moved to the front of the formation like long-legged insects. The magic rushed towards the two of them with sharp arrows, seeing that the two figures who were not very strong were about to be engulfed.
Turner's spirit was shocked, and the other demon believers who were confused and confused also raised their heads - yes, even if the other party really used some strange protective props, they couldn't resist the real superior demon flesh and blood. Their trump card, although unpleasant, is more than enough to destroy a city, not to mention two young boys who have broken away from the big army.
A new twist emerges.
A strange gray fog spread out, the spell disappeared, and the sharp arrow hissed and fell to the ground as shards. The gray fog completely blocked the path of the army and separated the two armies very simply.
"I don't know how to say it more appropriately, but please withdraw."
Ignoring the approaching demon warlock, Oliver raised his voice, and the gray fog wrapped around the sword of rest: "Your allegiance now is not at all the emperor of Alban - the emperor is dead!"
He knew it was useless, but he had to say it anyway.
"Arrogant boy." The old demon warlock knocked his shield soldiers into the air without hesitation, creating an open space for himself. "It's you who should retreat, but since you're here, there's no need to retreat."
A piece of meat vine lashed towards Oliver and was caught by Nemo who was behind Oliver.
"I'll give you the army." Nemo pulled the vine, jumped off his horse, and forced a smile. "Leave this to me."
"Don't underestimate the enemy!" The commander of the enemy army raised his sword and shouted loudly. "Kill these two first!"
Unfortunately, his orders were not carried out.
The Demon Warlock was dragged directly in front of him by the young Mage, extremely annoyed. The clear sky was suddenly covered with overcast clouds, and the dark circles descended from the clouds one by one, and it was about to hit this young man who didn't know what to do.
But the black-haired mage only did one thing.
After the shadow that obscured his vision rose, Nemo's fingers pinched directly into the Demon Warlock's shoulder and penetrated into the flesh. Then something screamed across the sky—the scream didn't come from the Demon Warlock's mouth, but from the inside of the shriveled and deformed body.
The old demon warlock opened his eyes wide and looked in horror at the cross-shaped pupil on the opposite side.
"Shh." Nemo made a silent gesture with his spare lips, his expression more nervous than the Demon Warlock himself. "Sorry, I can only give you a secrecy spell."
This ridiculous war, which was later recorded in the annals of history, officially began.