The Experimental Log of the Crazy Lich

Chapter 786: The decisive battle (12)

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The hypocrite Sophokri has unknown abilities and unknown trump cards. He is a rare intellectual among the big demons who think with muscles. Although there are many records of shots, they show different abilities. Too much messy and uncertain information equals No intelligence.

He obviously deliberately blurred his true intelligence, and his true strength has been hidden in the shadows.

Judging from his past experience and character, his conspiracy and tricks are far more than swords, and he is more like a devil than a demon, and in his contact with him at that time, it also proved that he was also an overly cautious and cunning existence.

In the battle of the underworld, according to the changes of the situation, I tore up the contract several times and regretted being shameless. I found that the whole process of paddling in the bad situation was unscrupulous, and finally I shamelessly bowed my head and confessed. If rumors of these deeds go out, it can be said that It is to lose the face of the Lord God.

The same is true in the Principality of Sara. Even if the gate of the abyss was opened, he only sent his subordinates to probe carefully. After finding out that we were on the opposite side, he gave up the plan of forced arrival without hesitation, even though he never gave up.

Being resourceful, calculating, and being cautious, this is the way to survive, but it is not the way to be a leader, and it doesn't fit his status at the top of the world at all.

It can be said that among all the main gods of the abyss, the hypocrite Sophokri is the last one. Whether it is reputation or strength, it is not favored by the world.

But being able to live to this day does not prove that his path is not necessarily wrong.

At this point, I couldn't see through him.

The hero's armor of light has no holy light at all. The pitch-black demon in gorgeous armor spreads its wings, and the bat wings spread out over a hundred meters, but it is not the wind.

Those wings are gathering light.

All the light is moving closer, and the particles of light are captured by the black wings, or in other words, all the brilliance is being swallowed by it.

The black bat wings are fully unfolded, covering the entire sky, all the brilliance gathers and wears away on it, but instead imprints it like an angel. Under the reflection of the brilliance, the originally hideous face turns into calm.

At this time, I could see his face clearly. The place where the facial features should have melted, and the dark faceless person turned into a shadow that devoured light.

Under the cover of brilliance, at this time, Sophokri's face was like a twisted black hole, blurred for a while, the wings of light and the wings of darkness overlapped, and there was a faint hymn around the multi-winged demon king. The corners are wrapped with the magic pattern of the cross.

The big devil descended from the sky, and the night and light accompany him at the same time. This strange sense of sacredness and ritual makes him more like an angel than a demon.

This is definitely not the ability that a big devil should have, let alone what that armor can do. On the contrary, that gorgeous armor is covering and suppressing his true posture.

I vaguely feel that the Sophocles in this matter are his real face, the existence of light and dark intertwined.

But what puzzled me the most was his posture, the attitude of fighting me to the death at all costs. This was a big change from him who used to fight against the wind.

"Desperately trying to help Danatis? This is absolutely impossible, what is he doing?"

Today's battlefield has attracted too much attention, and Sophokri has not hesitated to reveal his strength, which is completely inconsistent with his usual character.

Originally, we chose opponents based on our own strength gap. The strongest Titan took care of Danatis, and I faced Sophokri, who should lack the will to fight, but at this time, he had no plans to communicate at all. Out of the form of all-out fight, it seems that I am unlucky again.

But Sophokri will not give me a chance to doubt. At this time, even if I suppress the doubts in my heart, I can only fight well.

When the battlefield on the western front was gradually upgraded to an epic mythical battlefield as the war progressed, the war on the eastern front was impossible to stop.

The rancid monsoon blew through the mountains, large swathes of dark clouds gathered together, the wind and rain fell unnaturally, and the dawn sun also pierced this evil sky.

Seemingly prepared for the heavy rain, the church priests of the southern sect raised the light of redemption one by one, and where the light enveloped, the evil raindrops could not fall.

The dark clouds were dispelled by the light, and in the thickest dark clouds, there were faint sounds of male curses and screams.

And above the dark clouds, the cruel dragon battle is also going on.

Yes, the dragon battle, the battle of the giant dragon with one to one hundred.

In the sky, the angry king of tyranny rolled himself into a ball, and the two huge dragon heads could not stop swallowing flames and ice. , turning it into a desert and a scorching hell in an instant.

At this time, the mighty Devil Lord encountered the greatest crisis in his life.

Hundreds of ancient dragons are besieging this "rebellion and shame of the dragon clan", "the black history of the living dragon clan".

The red dragon was breathing flames flying at a high speed, and the bronze dragon jumped on Sal Weinstein's back and shredded its dragon scales with its own hard claws. Even the weak and stupid green and white dragons grew into ancient dragons. After that, it was also an extremely terrifying behemoth of war.

Dragon Breath and Dragon Might have become the least valuable things on the battlefield. The magic resistance of both sides is astonishingly high, but the spellcasting ability is mediocre. The result is that this dragon battle can easily turn into a bloody biting air battle. .

At this time, whoever has thicker skin and whose minions are sharper, obviously, in this respect, Sal Weinstein is amazingly powerful.

There are dragons falling from the air, and dragons are constantly rising from the ground. With the joint efforts of the three dragon cities, today's dragon army does not need to worry about the follow-up, just gradually weaken him. Enough to see.

But today's protagonist does not belong to the legendary Dragon City.

The translucent Nightwing danced in the sky, but the popular body was shrouded in a cloud of black mist, and only the scarlet pupils were flashing a strange brilliance.

The dragon of death, the dragon of the underworld, the dragon of death.

The messengers of the underworld did not reveal their appearance, and the mist covering the dragon's body was also a kind of protection for others.

After all, as the incarnation of death, spreading death is already an instinct. If the weak beings on the main plane see their true bodies, or are watched by their eyes, they may die directly.

The bloody battle in the underworld that day was staged again. During the besieging of other dragons, the underworld dragons flew in a high-speed loop and hunted skillfully.

They, surrounding the powerful "devil lord", lowered their hair and started breathing attacks from time to time. They didn't need to participate in hand-to-hand combat at all. The breath of the death breath was more dangerous and deadly than any existing dragon breath.

The dragons are proud of their strong physical resistance and magic resistance, which are meaningless in the face of the death breath of the underworld.

Every time he was spit out by the dragon, Sal Weinstein didn't care if he had just started the war. He hadn't seen through the characteristics of the dragon, but it didn't prevent him from discovering that the situation was wrong. With every breath, he was moving closer to the end of his life. .

Salweinstein was tired and exhausted. The memory of repeated battles and defeats in recent years appeared in his mind, and an inexplicable fear was in his heart.

"Am I going to be rubbed to death by this group of low-level lizards?"

He wanted to escape, but he couldn't escape amid the besiegers of the giant dragons.

And the familiar power fluctuations in the west made him eager to rush to the western battlefield immediately.