Chapter 264: Demon-faced lion, purgatory fire, one minute
"The devil's body is shaped!"
"Great Demon Halo!"
Moriarty's face was as dark as water as he looked at Mondoro, the demon-faced lion, who was running towards him at high speed, and the nearly a thousand demon warriors whose morale was bursting and their combat power had increased.
As expected, he was a very powerful person, and he prepared two "heavy gifts" for Olympus as soon as he took action.
Whether it is a high-level demon lion that has inherited the power of the demon warlord and absorbed the superior black flame, or a demon army that has regrouped under the aura of the great demon and whose strength has not declined but has risen, they are all formidable enemies that need to be treated with all their strength. And what makes Mori the most
What Arti is always worried about is the demon Yakuza itself. Even if he just stands motionless in the distance, the pressure the big demon puts on the entire human legion is greater than all the other demons combined. This is the strength of the Jakuza.
The terrifying strength of the person.
"Brothers Balalaika, come on, don't give the Demon-faced Lion a chance to charge into battle! Fight quickly!"
"Henry, give Naga a blessing spell!"
"'Crossbows' and 'guns' are firing with full firepower, don't let the demon army get close easily!"
"The sword and shield infantry and the war iron fists all stay put and prepare to take on the enemy's attack!"
"White, Guderian, Clausewitz, Gregory, don't make any moves yet, we have only one goal!"
Taking a deep breath, Moriarty raised his sword high and roared loudly!
The next moment, a gorgeous magical light lit up, and buff spells were added to the three brothers one after another. Moriarty himself relied on the power of the projection of the fire element field to directly add "powerful fire magic" to Naga.
"Defense" to deal with the threat of black flames between the demon-masked lion's claws.
"How long do you think it will take?"
At this time, the three-headed Naga had jumped out of the formation and faced the roaring Demon-faced Lion. But Tchaikov, who was leading the group, sneered repeatedly and seemed not to take his opponent seriously.
"three minutes."
Zhukov, who has always been "cautious and conservative", said solemnly.
"Two minutes at most!"
Chekhov didn't even think about it and just added more money.
"I only give you one minute!"
But Tchaikov revealed a more radical figure.
You must know that the opponent is a mutated high-level demon comparable to the Fire Sultan. Even if it is three against one, it is not easy to win. Especially this devil-faced lion was molded by a demon yakuza himself.
It is made of a strange black flame, and its standing strength is still unknown.
"Just one minute! We can't leave the adults there empty for too long!"
"Okay! One minute!" Upon hearing this, the other two Nagas did not hesitate and immediately shouted in unison.
Indeed, in the face of the attack of the powerful Ji Dao, it is difficult for mid-level professionals to achieve the ideal defensive effect even if they are grouped together. And the legendary demon has the strange ability of teleportation. Once it attacks Moriarty himself.
Then Olympus may be in danger of collapse in an instant. Only the three-headed naga can deal with the opponents in front of them as soon as possible and then quickly return to protect them. Moriarty's safety can be guaranteed to a certain extent.
When seeing the three Nagas joining forces to kill them, the Demon-faced Lion who had already rushed to the front of the formation roared ferociously without showing any signs of weakness.
Then, I saw it suddenly opened its huge mouth and spit out a ball of pitch-black fire, shooting straight at Tchaikov who was leading the way.
Different from ordinary fireballs, the black flame ball swelled up as soon as it left the devil's mouth, and its diameter became as big as a wheel. And the black sparks flying around fell on the weeds, instantly incinerating large areas of weeds into ashes, and even
There were no fireworks, but the ground was completely bare.
"Purgatory fire!?"
Seeing how domineering the black flames were, Moriarty's eyes narrowed again. At the same time, he also recognized that the black flames turned out to be the "Purgatory Fire", one of the famous three demonic fires in the demonic plane.
Purgatory fire, according to legend, is the "holy fire" given by the demon worshiped by demons. It exists in a mysterious demiplane called "Purgatory Valley". Only the powerful demons and above can pass some unique sacrifices. You can go there through the directional portal located in the Demon Temple. According to the records of magic books, purgatory fire has a very terrifying characteristic, which can ignore the target's defense and directly harm the opponent's soul with a certain probability. In addition, the black The fire itself is extremely hot and burns nothing. The two combined together make the fire of purgatory famous. Moriarty did not expect to be "lucky" to witness this rare magic flame today, and he was also surprised. What's more, just the black flame ball spit out by the Demon-faced Lion has such terrifying heat. You can imagine what kind of scene it would be like if the big devil personally used the purgatory fire attack.
"Damn it! Playing with fire!?"
Facing the incoming black flame ball, Tchaikov refused to dodge, and directly slashed at the fire ball with six knives.
"boom!"
Immediately, the black flame ball knife cut off the whole body and exploded. The overflowing black flames swept up like a storm, and then "swallowed" Naga.
"Brother!"
Seeing Tchaikov being hit by the black flame ball, Zhukov and Chekov on both sides screamed in surprise. What worried them even more was that Tchaikov in the black flame seemed to be suddenly immobilized. Let the demonic fire rage throughout your body.
"Haha! You stupid bitch, turn to ashes in the holy fire of purgatory!"
On the other side, the Demonic Lion laughed heartily, and the remaining demonic face showed an indescribable cruelty and joy.
"Tai! Come and die!"
Seeing the demon lion laughing wildly, Chekov immediately became furious. He quickly rushed in front of the demon lion, and then slashed with six swords seamlessly, like a torrent of water hitting the opponent's neck.
"Click..."
As if it had cut into a layer of alloy armor, Naga's sword array landed on the neck of the Demon-faced Lion, only to cut out a spark, which was bounced away one by one. The Demon Lion even smiled contemptuously as if he didn't notice it, and then He suddenly swung out his claws and knocked Chekov away.
"Black stockings!?"
At this time, Zhukov on the other side suddenly let out a low cry. It turned out that he clearly saw that after Chekhov slashed six times just now, countless black threads suddenly appeared on the neck of the devil-faced lion, spreading all over the neck. It was these black threads that looked like woven armor that blocked Naga's powerful slashing. But in the blink of an eye, these black threads disappeared again and disappeared.
"Haha, you have good eyesight!"
Hearing Zhukov's call, the demon lion turned his head and smiled coldly, then without saying another word, he jumped up and pounced towards him.
However, Naga was already prepared. Zhukov, who had obtained the "Breath of Wind", was no slower than the Demon Lion. He immediately slid sideways to avoid the lion's claws, and then slashed the Demon Lion's back and abdomen with six knives, three up and three times. .However, the layers of black silk appeared again at this time, blocking all Naga's sword slashes.
"Ha, you bitch, tremble! Your swords can't hurt me at all! Look, our soldiers are about to kill you, and there is only death waiting for you!"
As if it sensed something, the Demonic Lion suddenly roared. And behind it, the rolling demon warriors roared up, pressing heavily toward Rheinburg like a dark cloud.
"Who are you calling a bitch!?"
And just when the demon lion was shouting triumphantly, a huge black shadow suddenly appeared next to it like a ghost. It was Tchaikov who was still burning with black flames all over his body.
"You weren't burned!?"
Unexpectedly, Naga would come to him with the Laker unscathed, and a look of surprise suddenly appeared on the demonic lion's face.
At the same time, Tchaikov waved his six arms. The original long knife in his hand had disappeared, replaced by a huge mace that was almost three meters long, as thick as a tree trunk, and covered with fine gold spikes on its surface.
"call!"
Accompanied by a scream of evil wind, the mace turned into a shadow and struck directly at the face of the Demon-faced Lion.
"it's useless!"
In the midst of the lightning and flint, the demon lion also roared violently. At the same time, large black threads intertwined and twisted like earthworms, tightly wrapping the mutated demon's entire head.
"It's useless!? I still have this!"
In an instant, another silver flash shone in Naga's hand holding the mallet. It was an ancient fist armor covered with magic patterns on its surface.
"Boom!"
Under the flickering light of the fist armor, the giant mace hit the demon lion squarely in the face.
"Crack!"
Like the eerie sound of broken porcelain, the seemingly tough and indestructible black silk shattered gently like a thin layer of ice.
"puff!"
The next second, large amounts of flesh and blood, turbid liquid, and even traces of out-of-control black flames spurted out from the huge notch in the center of the demon face that was broken by the mace.
Under the extreme pain, the demon lion wanted to scream, but could not make a sound. At this moment, the entire demon's face had turned into a "small basin", sinking deeply inward.
However, the Naga brothers did not want to let each other go so easily.
In the blink of an eye, Zhukov and Chekov also arrived on both sides of the Demon-faced Lion. Then twelve long knives were thrust out at the same time, and they were inserted straight into the demon's face along the gap opened by the mace.
"ah!"
Finally, the dying demon lion roared miserably, but was met with another crushing blow from the adamantine mace.
"boom!"
Like a ripe watermelon, under the heavy second blow, the demon lion's head was finally completely blown open.
Without its head, the huge body of the Demon Lion fell down, and a large amount of black flames burned violently from its body as if backlash, but in the blink of an eye, the entire Demon Lion was incinerated.
"Hmph, you want to burn me?"
Seeing the Demon Lion that quickly turned into a pile of black ash, Tchaikov smiled coldly.
"Brother, are you okay?"
On the side, Zhukov immediately came up and asked with concern. Although the black inflammation on Chaikov's body was finally extinguished at this time, it seemed that there were many burns and he looked quite embarrassed.
"It's okay. With your 'fire magic defense', Black Fire can't do anything!" With an arrogant smile, Tchaikov turned back and retreated to the formation: "Let's go back!"
"Yes!" Zhukov followed immediately.
"Brother, please lend me your boxing armor to play with, and I need to bring your mace too!"
At this time, Chekov also hurriedly caught up, shouting loudly.
"Three idiots!" In the formation, Guderian looked at the three Naga brothers who returned triumphantly in less than a minute with a look of envy on his face. At the same time, he could not stop muttering in a low voice: "'+2 armor piercing
"Breaking fist armor' plus '+1 armor-breaking golden mace', why doesn't Morty let me play with it..." (To be continued...)
