The shriveled skin of Messica was wrapped around the thick bones, the ribs protruding from the roots, and the eye sockets withered and sunken from the three heads, looking like a huge skeleton. From time to time, a dark blue flame exploded from its body, which was the light emitted by the disintegration of demon items because they lost their magical power. Even the equipment and protection are completely disintegrated, as if suddenly fell from the throne of a cruel king and turned into an insecure beggar. The huge psychological gap also brings a huge sense of insecurity, although it is clearly facing Brando and Charles still had the advantage, but Messica immediately used the remaining power to cast a flame shield on herself.
It seems that this will make it feel more at ease.
But Charles did not react slowly. Brando asked him to do it. He immediately grabbed the staff that fell on the ground and read the spell aloud: "I turned this sharp and sharp into a sharp blade to separate everything. , According to the law of Tiamat, Demites' Blade Fang!"
He moved a hand knife forward, and the air was stacked in front of him to form a bright wind blade, and then instantly slashed towards Messica, the lord of hell not far away.
The flame shield hanging next to Messica is much stronger than the gadget on Brando Crimson Blessing. The orange light on the magic shield is like a layer of orange grease flowing in it, as thick as the substance. . Shire's dragon's blade and teeth slashed fiercely on it, as if it was pierced into a pan and stirred violently, and the red grease on the hemispherical magic shield vibrated violently.
But it doesn't move.
"Hahaha!" Messica took a step back in fright at first, only to realize that Shire could not penetrate its shield. The three heads couldn't help smiling triumphantly. It seems that he has completely forgotten that he is still a hell demon. Not to mention being penetrated by the shield of the wizard in the golden realm, even if it is attacked like this, it is a huge insult to it.
"You can't kill me, wait to die!" it yelled arrogantly.
But it couldn’t laugh right away, because immediately after the dragon’s blade swept like a transparent blade, a dark long sword appeared from the back of the spell, and the slightly shiny blade was like a thin thin. The silver thread separated the rain screen, and the orange-red flame shield had no effect on this long sword. The long sword dangled from the space just like it was transparent and hit its chest.
Flashed.
Brando leaped high across the rain screen, a sword opened a two-meter-long opening in the monster's chest. With a cold face, he pulled the blade down in mid-air-as skilled as he had done the same moves in the amber sword thousands of times in the past-suddenly exploded a handful of purplish-red blood rain in the rainy night.
Messika's laughter came to an abrupt end, replaced by a sharp scream—or rather howl.
"Oh!"
The scream immediately turned into a howl, and the huge body of the Hell Demon even fell backward due to the impact. Brando fell steadily, and this huge demon king crashed to the ground at the same time.
But this Messica obviously did not hang up. Although the wound on its chest stretched from below the shoulder to above the lower abdomen, bones were deeply visible, and the flesh and skin blossomed to the sides to reveal a gem that shone like an obsidian inside. It was the dark magic stone of the demons, the source of their power, but this gem now looked bleak because it had lost contact with the river of sulfur.
It also waved its paws in the rain to get up. The devil’s powerful vitality was undoubtedly revealed at this moment. The damaged muscles and soft tissues and blood vessels were growing and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and some small fractures grew into new red in a blink of an eye. Scars that are knotted.
But Brando obviously won't give the demon king a chance to fully recover. He immediately jumped onto the devil's belly, stepped on its chest, and at the same time the sword tip was raised up and down the earth in his hand. sword.
"No, don't!" Messica finally panicked, and all three heads showed fear at the same time: "You can't kill me! I accept that woman's slavery, what you want, I can give you strength and power, And everything you want!"
Brando was unmoved.
"Ah, I see," it screamed like a pig. "I can help you revive that little girl!"
At that moment, the wind felt Brando's psychological changes: "Don't listen to its nonsense, Brando." She hurriedly reminded.
But Brando actually only moved slightly in his heart, and then reacted. "Resurrection?" He sneered, "Is it transformed into a demon, but Antitina doesn't need that kind of ending!"
Stabbed with a sword.
But at this time, a bit of cold light flew from the vast rain.
From far to near, a silver light just hit Brando's downward sword. When there was a clear sound, the sword of the earth leaned to one side, almost stabbing the magic gem on Messika's chest.
"Oh!"
The hell lord screamed again. Today is about the worst day since it was born. A dignified king of the underground hangs on a thread like a pig and dog, and will be trampled by people at will.
But it is also to blame for the bad luck. Among the demon kings of the lower world, the seven lord Brando of the upper hell who have been to the human world all know their real names. This knowledge is meaningless in the previous world, because the seven dead souls who have become twenty-five-legged men will be resurrected in that month and year.
But here, this thing has undoubtedly become its reminder.
Brando was blocked with a sword and took a step back subconsciously. What was thrown was a dagger, which is now being inserted in the grass on the side. The power of that thing is amazing, at least it has the strength of elemental civilization-of course, it is not that Messica is at such a declining level, but a true heyday. The elements of the civilized midstream level.
Is there a high-level demon
He shook his numb wrist and raised his head, only to see an old acquaintance of his standing in the rainy night.
Eagle swordsman Dejar.
"This guy..." This guy was obviously not looking for him to seek revenge, Brando immediately thought of the man behind him-Grand Duke Anlek. He almost forgot about this guy, or it should be said that this guy seemed to have disappeared from the very beginning after leaving the Great Temple of Anderfüller.
But now the old fox finally appeared.
After he showed his final hole cards.
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In the middle of the battlefield, the demons' offensive has become weak.
In fact, the few waves behind them had already begun to turn around in the direction of the portal, and only a few hell hounds and wild demons, full of manic thoughts, were still besieging the princess and her group despite orders.
But they are no longer a threat. The strength of the Templars of Raeld and the Cruz people is completely sufficient to block this lost attack, and use actions to teach these chaotic creatures to know how to be polite on the battlefield.
The head of the killed demon was |plugged into the spears—the spears themselves belonged to another group of little demons—at first they should have been snatched from the Hong Kong Guards, because there was Ampere on the spears Emblem and manufacturing number.
These spears formed a circle around the outside of the team.
"They are turning around to Brando," the princess looked at the distance worriedly: "We can't let them leave like this!"
"But what can we do, Honorable Her Royal Highness the Princess of Eruin?"
The Cruz's Templar Stephen replied with a wry smile.
Everyone was wounded and exhausted. The knights were all dead and wounded. Only two or three wounds remained. There were still a few witches who had been supporting the battle in the back, but they were not useful in this kind of scene.
The witch named Barbasha didn't know where she went.
"Leave it to me!" replied weakly with a muddy and heavy voice that seemed to be rolling from the throat. It was Garlock, who was lying on the ground and panting. He was pierced by a spear in his lungs in the previous battle, and his hand was also badly injured: "I might still be able to cast a teleportation spell barely. It was so far last time, but I can think of a way to transport you in front of them."
"But is it okay for you, Master Garlock." Her Royal Highness asked with some worry, and no one could see that the old wizard was in a bad state.
"Fortunately... Ahem, I have recovered a bit of strength underneath, and can barely use it again." Garlock replied: "Don't worry, Your Royal Highness."
"Then leave it to you, Master Garlock." Princess Griffin nodded.
Redd suddenly walked over and patted the shoulder of the old wizard lying on the ground, and Garlock glanced at the old lion of the kingdom. He shook his head, and struggled to get up to get his cane—the knight on the side hurriedly helped him up.
But the stranger Garlock waved his hand gently and pushed the others away. He picked up the staff, glanced over everyone one by one, and finally glanced at the portal that seemed to be far away in the sky.
Then I started to recite the mantra. It was a little strenuous at first, but it gradually became smoother.
The space began to oscillate again.
The familiar white halo spread out over the battlefield. But this time there was no demon warlock to stop this spell from forming, because they had already turned into a stinking corpse.
The halo suddenly unfolded in front of the demon army, like a gate. The next moment, Princess Griffin and others appeared on the grass. They were still behind the demon army a moment ago and were thrown away by these chaotic creatures, but the next moment, they were stopped on the path of this army.
Everyone has a certain degree of resistance to teleportation spells, this time it was just a little dizzy and recovered. They immediately saw the approaching demon army, and everyone immediately turned around and waited seriously.
But at this time, the princess suddenly discovered that Garlock and the two seriously injured Lantonilan knights were missing.
"Master Garlock and them?" Princess Griffin asked immediately.
"He stayed over there, Your Royal Highness. His power was long enough to transmit everyone. The three of them stayed after discussing it." Reyder sighed and replied.
Her Royal Highness suffocated slightly, how could she not understand the meaning of this as clever as she was.
"But why didn't you tell me?"
"Everyone has the right to choose to be a hero, Your Royal Highness. He is waiting for us in another world, and we are just coming afterwards-after stopping these monsters."
The half-elf girl bit her lip.
"I understand." She nodded.
The old white lion bowed slightly to her. That was the etiquette the old courtier had done to the young princess, and then the old knight turned around with a long sword in his hand. At that moment, thunder and electricity were added, winding and shining in the sky, piercing through the layers of dark clouds.
The demon army has discovered the'mantis' that was blocking them.
They did not intend to stop.
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The demon's superiority on the battlefield has been stripped off layer by layer, but the original absolute superiority has become entangled with each other at this moment. There seemed to be two dying opponents on the battlefield, waiting for who to suffocate first.
Brando stood in the heavy rain and stared at the eagle Dejar in front of him. This Anlek’s swordsman, every part of the two of them didn’t seem to be fished out of the water, but who Did not pay attention to this.
What does Anlek want to do
As early as in the sword of amber, players had such suspicions.
Because of the bizarre death of Her Royal Highness Princess, all the spearheads were directed at the Grand Duke—and the Cruz people. But the conspiracy behind it is obviously much more than that. Players have also found traces of cultists from it, but this series of investigations finally dissipated due to the demise of Eruin.
Brando prefers to believe that there is a suspicion in Grand Duke Anlek, but now that the eagle Dejar appeared, it really confirmed his guess.
It's just not necessarily what he wants to see.
The eagle swordsman Dejar has drawn his long sword in front of him. Brando was in a dilemma for a while, should he let go of the Lord of Chaos? The problem is that the Shire is obviously not an opponent of Dejar.
This guy didn't know what was going on. He recovered from his severed hand for a few days, thinking it was the devil's credit. At least when he was in the temple before, Brando still saw that this guy holding a sword in one hand didn't look like he was healed.
This thought flashed through his mind.
Dejar has already shot at him with a stride. "Charles!" Brando shouted.
Charles immediately began to deploy the next protective spell. He picked up the staff, but no one thought that at this time, the oak staff in his hand shattered like glass without warning.
The shattered pieces of wood seemed to be hit by something, and instantly spontaneously ignited, turning to ashes in a blink of an eye. The young wizard couldn't help screaming, and a large piece of skin had been burned off the hand holding the staff.
"What the hell is this!" He looked up.
A visible ripple in the air was sweeping across the battlefield.
The arc then crackled across the grass, and the meadow where it passed by was immediately scorched. The human hair also stood up like it was swept by static electricity, immediately emitting a burning smell.
"The Ring of Lightning!" The Charles cried out strangely.
This is not a superb spell, nor does it occupy a high number of rings in the ring spell system. But no one has ever heard that the range of a second-ring spell can cover a battlefield that is several kilometers wide.
Without Shire's spell cover, Dejar stabbed Brando like a bolt of lightning. As a last resort, Brando had to abandon Messica in his hand, drew the sword of the earth from the chest of the king of chaos, and at the same time rolled back and let go of the sword.
Messica on the ground let out another howl of pain. But it finally found a chance to get out. It didn't care to wait for the chest injury to recover, and immediately got up from the ground.
"Charle, what's the matter? What about your spells?" Brando asked without looking back, reluctant to regret it. He was anxious, because he didn't know how long Antitina could support. If the soul died out, even Martha would not be able to save her back.
The problem is that time is running out.
"I don't know!" Charles was looking in the direction of the lightning ring.
He immediately let out a changed scream.
Brando has never heard Shire make such a gloomy voice. He heard his mage attendant shouting his name, "Lord Lord, look behind!"
There was a loud noise.
Brando turned his head subconsciously, and then he saw Ampesser's direction dumbfounded. A huge black shadow was breaking through the ground and slowly standing up from the ground.
At that moment there was only a blank in his mind: "This is impossible!"
How could there be a Titan Colossus here.
Could it be that he has already passed through the last era of the Slate War
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