"It's no use talking anymore, let's fight!" Looking at the viciously shouting mutated demon, Moriarty took a deep breath and responded in a deep voice in the universal language of the plane.
"You bastard!" Hearing Moriarty's answer, the raging anger stored in the devil's heart was suddenly ignited. He just heard a roar, and then like a blood-red whirlwind, it violently clashed towards Moriarty.
.
"So fast!"
In almost the blink of an eye, the mutated demon crossed a distance of more than 20 meters and came straight to Moriarty. Its speed was completely different from when it was the leader of the Gog Demon. Moreover, it had evolved.
With the baptism, the deceleration restraint of the "muddy footsteps" that originally entangled the demon was completely eliminated. Therefore, when the demon takes action at this moment, it is full of firepower and extremely ferocious.
"Whoa!"
Facing the demon with murderous intent, Moriarty frowned, but instead of retreating, he moved forward with a sword and slashed at the demon's head. In an instant, the demon also tied its fingers into a knife, and its black claws turned into a sword.
The silent dagger stabbed towards the opponent's sword edge.
"when!"
When the sword and claws touched, Moriarty felt a huge force coming from the palm of his hand, and he could hardly hold the dagger in his hand. But fortunately, the effect of the brute force potion still continued in Moriarty's body.
So with just one thought, the magic dagger in his hand became as calm as a mountain again.
After a head-on confrontation without any tricks, Moriarty retreated directly with the power of the devil's stab, quickly widening the distance from the enemy. While retreating, Moriarty quickly
He glanced at the magic dagger in his hand and saw that the blade was basically intact, but there was a gap the size of a grain of rice where it had just been struck by the devil's black claw.
Seeing Moriarty suddenly retreating, the mutated demon immediately howled and strode forward to chase him. Although the demon suffered some small losses in the fight just now, half of its sharp claws were even neatly chopped off by Moriarty's magic dagger.
Next. However, how could a demon who longed to drink the enemy's blood and eat the enemy's flesh give up so easily because of such a minor injury?
So, on the open sand and gravel land in front of the small valley by the Rainbow River, Moriarty and the mutated demon started a bloody battle in which you came and went, sometimes dividing and then joining together.
In less than five minutes, Moriarty used two healing scrolls and the healing potion in the potion set. Even so, the numerous wounds on Moriarty's body were still bleeding.
, and completely dyed the damaged robe with almost only the left half left red.
After all, the mutated demon possesses the powerful strength of a fourth-level warrior, plus its scale armor with excellent natural protective capabilities and sharp and vicious black claws. Moriarty, who is not yet a level two warrior, can indeed withstand a close battle with him.
Incomparable pressure. If it weren't for "Breath of Wind", "Petrified Skin", "Bloodthirsty", Brutal Strength Potion and many other buffs that were constantly supporting Moriarty, I'm afraid he would have been unable to hold on long ago and died.
The devil's claws are down.
Among them, the one that helped Moriarty the most was his "petrified skin". How many times when the mutated demon's claws were about to cut through Moriarty's body and tear it completely apart, a dark green magical light appeared
The screen will flash out in time. Under the light of the light screen, Moriarty's skin will instantly become as rough and hard as a rock. Therefore, although the devil's claws are sharper than a razor cut, they can only inflict damage to the opponent.
It caused some moderate to mild skin injuries, but none of them were able to seriously injure the enemy.
However, compared to Moriarty's bloody battle, the mutated demon was also scarred and miserable. Under the "sharp" edge of the magic dagger, the body armor on the demon's body was cut off piece by piece like fish scales.
On the chest, back, arms, thighs, shocking wounds and sword marks replaced the original neat, fine and shiny scales. Especially under Moriarty's several fierce attacks that seemed to replace injuries with injuries, the mutated demon was even more damaged.
He was severely injured, and even a bloody hole the size of a fist was opened in the vital part of the center of the chest by the opponent's dagger. If the devil hadn't unleashed its full potential at that time and forced Moriarty to retreat, it was very likely that he would have been killed by the sword.
Pierced.
Therefore, when the mutant demon and Moriarty briefly separated again and took a breather, the demon's eyes when looking at the enemy were no longer as arrogant and crazy as before. Perhaps even the mutant demon himself did not notice that in the deepest part of his bloody pupils
There has been an extra darkness called fear unknowingly.
Looking at the many injuries on his body, Moriarty took a sharp breath and suppressed the dizziness caused by the continuous blood loss. There was not much time left for him, and there were less than five minutes left.
The various magical buffs are about to reach a critical point. By then, Moriarty, who has lost "Breath of Wind" and "Petrified Skin", will no longer be able to defeat the mutated demon in front of him.
"Come on!" After drinking the only endurance supplement, Moriarty shook the dagger in his hand again and rushed towards the demon.
"Madman!" Looking at Moriarty charging towards him without any scruples, for a moment, the mutated demon unexpectedly felt some intention to retreat in its heart. However, the enemy's ferocious attack could not allow it to retreat any longer, and the demon
I can only curse and fight to the death.
Different from the previous round where they sniped left and right, killing each other, this time in the confrontation, Moriarty assumed a ruthless stance of fighting to the death. He didn't even try to parry or dodge at all, and his sword went straight towards the huge thing in the center of the demon's chest.
The wound. It seemed as if he wanted to assassinate the enemy on the spot even if they both died together.
Under Moriarty's continuous and ruthless attacks, the mutated demon's ferocity was finally fully aroused. However, at this moment, Moriarty's offensive was so powerful that even the demons who fought back with all their strength were killed.
Suppressed to the point of being unable to move, he could only wait for Moriarty to become exhausted.
Finally, after attacking like a storm for a full minute, Moriarty's strength inevitably fell into an unsustainable situation due to excessive consumption.
Just like a spring that has been compressed too much, the devil's counterattack is also fierce and fierce. The moment it catches the opponent's shot and slows down, the mutated devil's pair of black claws are like two dark thunders, and it kills him in one fell swoop.
Moriarty's dagger was clamped tightly and could no longer move.
Then, amidst the roaring laughter, the devil twisted his claws with all his strength, and saw that the entire magic dagger's blade was immediately twisted into several pieces, and "chachacha" broke into pieces and fell down.
Under the extremely excited gaze of the demon, Moriarty, who had lost his weapon, actually raised his left fist and hit the huge wound in the center of the mutated demon's chest with a "bang". However, without the power of the sharp weapon,
Apart from causing some new pain to the opponent, what is the real significance of relying solely on direct strikes with bare fists?
"Human, it seems that you have gone crazy. But I don't mind cutting a madman into pieces!" The mutant demon looked at the bloody fist pressed tightly on his chest jokingly, and smiled coldly. At the same time,
The devil's claws have opened again, and in the next second they will pierce deeply into Moriarty's body, and then tear Moriarty's limbs into a pile of shapeless flesh and blood like shreds of paper.
But unfortunately, just when the mutated demon thought it was sure of victory and finally won this arduous battle, a series of bowstrings with the sound of death suddenly broke its dream forever.
In just an instant, five arrow clusters shining with a dull metallic luster bloomed on the demon's chest like five petals of the flower of death.
Looking at the crossbow arrow that appeared inexplicably on his chest, the mutated demon's eyes were filled with suspicion, pain and resentment. However, facts always speak louder than words. The core of his body was pierced by a series of sharp arrow clusters. Such injuries are no longer serious.
You can sustain yourself by relying on anger or will alone.
With a roar of despair and unwillingness, the demon fell straight backwards. Endless black blood overflowed from its chest like spring water, and soon stained large areas of sand and gravel into ink-like burns.
black.
Seeing that the last target finally fell down and died, Moriarty let out a long breath and felt relieved.
At this time, the destrength after the life-and-death battle and the weakness caused by extensive injuries swept through his whole body and mind like a tornado. However, before he sat down completely, Moriarty still struggled to use the only small part of his right hand.
The magic dagger completely cut off the mutated demon's neck. In this way, the last negligible change was completely eliminated by Moriarty. After all this was done, Moriarty half-sat and half-lyed on the sand.
He lay down, panting heavily, and began to slowly regain his strength and energy.
"Finally...win!" In front of Hockenheim's magic sand table, Schmidt and De Pla looked at the scene in the magic image and sighed heavily at the same time.
Although the process was full of twists and turns and thrills, the final result was that Moriarty killed the mutated demon in one fell swoop, and Depra couldn't help but feel extremely happy.
The high-level mage has forgotten how many years he has not been so excited and interested in something or someone. However, the Moriarty in the magic scene at this time can be said to be a special case among special cases. Not only is he a genius rarely seen in a century,
An alchemist, and Schmidt's nephew. De Pla can't even imagine what would happen to Hockenheim if Moriarty did not kill the demon with the final blow, but died in the hands of the opponent.
An intolerable loss. And just thinking of this, the high-ranking mage actually felt a little bit in the mood to complain about the dean. If His Excellency the Grand Arcanist had not asked such a weird and difficult task test question, how could Moriarty have fallen into
In danger of almost dying.
However, as a devout admirer of the dean, Depra quickly suppressed the feelings that should not exist in her heart and turned to look at Schmidt: "Schmidt, congratulations, Moriarty has successfully been promoted to the official level.
Mage."
"Thank you, Mr. Provost." At this time, Schmidt had returned to his usual expressionless face. He just looked deeply at the picture above the magic sand table and nodded slightly.
As for the dean of Hockenheim College who came up with the question, he had already left long ago, when Moriarty's battle with the devil was at its most intense.
