Messika's shriveled skin is wrapped around thick bones, the ribs are protruding, and the eye sockets are withered and sunken from the three heads. It looks like a huge skeleton. From time to time, a ball of dark blue explodes from its body.
The colored flames were the light emitted by the disintegration of demonic items due to the loss of magic power. Even the equipment protection completely collapsed, as if he suddenly fell from the throne of a cruel king and became a penniless beggar.
The huge psychological gap also brought about a huge insecurity. Although it was clear that she still had an advantage against Brando and Ciel, Messica immediately used her remaining strength to cast a flame shield on herself.
As if this would make it feel more at ease.
But Charles was not slow to react. Brando asked him to do it. He immediately grabbed the staff that fell on the ground and read the incantation loudly: "I turn this sharp and sharp into a sharp blade and separate it."
Everything, according to the law of Tiamat, the blade of Demetrius!"
He pushed his hand knife forward, and the air piled up in front of him to form a bright wind blade, and then instantly slashed at the Hell Demon Lord Messika not far away.
The flame shield hanging next to Messica is much more powerful than the gadget on Brando's red blessing. The orange light on the magic shield is like a layer of orange-red grease flowing, as thick as substance.
Ciel's dragon blade fangs slashed hard on it, as if it was pierced into an oil pan and stirred violently, and the red grease on the hemispherical magic shield shook violently.
But it didn't move an inch.
"Hahaha!" Messica was frightened at first and took a step back, only to realize that Ciel could not penetrate its shield. The three heads couldn't help but burst out laughing proudly. It seemed that they had completely forgotten that they were still a Hell Demon King. They should not say anything on weekdays.
The shield was penetrated by the wizard of the golden realm. Even receiving such an attack was a huge insult to it.
"You can't kill me, just wait for death!" it shouted arrogantly.
But it stopped laughing immediately, because immediately after the dragon blade fang swept across like a transparent blade, a dark long sword appeared from behind the spell, and the slightly shiny blade was like a thin strip.
The silver line separated the rain curtain, and the orange-red flame shield had no effect on the long sword at all. The long sword swayed through the space as if it were transparent and hit its chest.
A flash.
Brando jumped high through the rain. A sword opened a two-meter-long gash in the monster's chest. He pulled the sword blade down in mid-air with a cold face - a very skillful movement.
Just like he had done the same move thousands of times in Amber Sword in the past - a handful of purple-red rain of blood suddenly exploded in the rainy night.
Messica's wild laughter stopped abruptly and was replaced by a sharp scream - or rather a howl.
"Ouch——!"
The scream immediately turned into a howl, and the huge body of the Hell Demon even fell backwards due to the impact. Brando fell steadily. The huge Demon King fell to the ground at the same time.
But Messica obviously did not die. Although the wound on its chest extended almost from the shoulders down to the lower abdomen, the bones were deeply visible, and the skin and flesh split open to both sides, revealing a gem that shone like obsidian inside.
It was the demon's dark magic stone. The source of their power, but this stone now looks dim because it has lost its connection with the river of sulfur.
It was still waving its claws in the rain and trying to get up. The demon's powerful vitality was clearly revealed at this moment. The damaged muscles, 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 colors in the blink of an eye.
The knotted scar.
But Brando obviously would not give the demon king a chance to fully recover. He immediately jumped on the demon's belly, stepped on its chest, and at the same time raised the tip of the sword downwards and raised the Earth in his hand high.
sword.
"No, don't!" Messica finally panicked, and all three heads showed frightened looks at the same time: "You can't kill me! I accept the slavery of that woman. Whatever you want, I can give you strength and power,
And everything you want!”
Brando was unmoved.
"Ahhhhh, I know," it screamed like a pig being killed: "I can help you resurrect that little girl!"
At that moment, Fenghou felt Brando's psychological changes: "Don't listen to its nonsense, Brando." She quickly reminded him.
But Brando actually only had a slight movement in his heart, and then he reacted. "Resurrection?" He sneered: "It means transforming into a demon, but Antitina doesn't need that ending!"
A sword thrust down.
But at this moment, a bit of cold light flew out from the vast rain.
A ray of silver light moved from far to near, hitting Brando's downward-facing sword blade. When there was a clear sound, the Earth Sword suddenly tilted to one side. It missed the magic gem that was close to Messica's chest and stabbed it.
"Ouch!"
The Demon King of Hell screamed again. Today is probably the most unlucky day for him since his birth. A majestic king of the underground is hanging on by a thread like a pig or a dog, and has to be trampled on at will.
But it's also because of its bad luck. Among the demon kings in the lower world, Brando, the seven lords 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 those seven have already become
The soul of a dead man killed by a twenty-five-legged man still doesn’t know when he will be resurrected in that month and year.
But here, this thing has undoubtedly become its talisman.
Brando's sword was blocked, and he subconsciously took a step back. What was thrown over was a dagger, which was now stuck in the grass nearby. The power of that thing was astonishing, and at least it had the strength of elemental enlightenment - of course not talking about Mei.
Sika's current level of decline is actually a mid-level level of enlightenment with elements from its true heyday.
Are there high-level demons?
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 obviously didn't come to him to seek revenge. Brando immediately thought of the person behind him - Grand Duke Anlek. He almost forgot about this guy, or it should be said that this guy seemed to have never
As soon as he left the Andover Cathedral, he disappeared.
But now the old fox finally appears.
After he showed his final trump card.
…
In the center of the battlefield, the demons' offensive has become weak.
In fact, the next few waves of their arrows have already begun to turn around in the direction of the portal, leaving only a few hellhounds and wild demons full of manic thoughts, ignoring orders and still besieging the princess and her party.
But they no longer pose much of a threat. The strength of Laird and the Templars of the Cruz people is completely enough to block this attack that has lost its strength, and use actions to teach these chaotic creatures how to behave on the battlefield.
The heads of the killed demons were stuck on spears - the spears themselves originally belonged to another group of little demons - they should have been snatched from the Hong Kong Guards at first, because there were amphorae on the spears.
Seer's emblem and manufacturing number.
These spears formed a circle around the outside of the team.
"They are turning around towards Brando," Her Royal Highness the Princess looked worriedly into the distance: "We can't let them leave like this!"
"But what can we do, my dear Princess of Eruin?"
Stephen, the Cruz Templar, replied with a wry smile.
Everyone was covered in wounds and exhausted. The knights were completely dead and wounded, with only two or three wounded left. There were still a few witches who had been supporting the battle from behind, but they were of no use in such a scene.
The witch named Babasha ran away to nowhere.
"Leave it to me!" A muddy and heavy voice that seemed to roll from his throat replied weakly. The speaker was Garlok, who was lying on the ground and breathing heavily. He was injured by a long stick in the previous battle.
The spear pierced the lungs, and the hand was seriously injured: "I may be able to barely cast a teleportation spell, although it's not as far as last time. But I can find a way to teleport you in front of them."
"But are you okay with this, Master Garlock?" Her Royal Highness the Princess asked with some worry. Everyone could see that the old wizard was not in a good state.
"Fortunately...ahem, I have recovered a little strength and can barely use it again." Garlock replied: "Don't worry, Your Highness."
"Then leave it to you, Master Garlock." Princess Griffin nodded.
Laird suddenly walked over and patted the old wizard lying on the ground on the shoulder. Garlock glanced at the old lion of the kingdom. He shook his head and struggled to get up to get his cane - the knights on the side hurriedly
Help him up.
But Garlok the Stranger waved his hand and pushed the others away. He picked up the staff and glanced at everyone one by one. Finally, he glanced at the portal that seemed to be far away in the sky.
Then he started chanting the mantra, which was a little difficult at first, but gradually became smoother.
The space began to vibrate again.
A familiar white halo opened over the battlefield. But this time there was no demonic sorcerer to stop this spell from taking shape, because they had already turned into a corpse exuding a foul smell.
The halo suddenly spread out in front of the demon army, like a gate. The next moment, the figures of Princess Griffin and others appeared on the grass. They were behind the demon army a moment ago, and were far away from these chaotic creatures, but
The next moment, they blocked the path of this army.
Everyone had a certain degree of resistance to the teleportation spell. This time, they were just slightly dizzy and came back to their senses. They immediately saw the approaching demon army clearly, and everyone immediately turned around to wait for it.
But it was at this time that the princess suddenly discovered that Garlock and the two seriously injured Lantonilan knights were missing.
"Where are Master Garlock and the others?" Princess Griffin asked immediately.
"He stayed over there, Your Highness Princess. His power is no longer enough to teleport everyone. The three of them stayed after discussion." Laird replied with a sigh.
Her Royal Highness the Princess was slightly suffocated, how could she not understand the meaning of this as she was so smart.
"But why didn't you tell me?"
"Everyone has the right to choose to be a hero, Your Highness Princess. He is waiting for us in another world, and we just arrived soon after stopping these monsters."
The half-elf girl bit her lip.
"I understand." She nodded.
The old white lion bowed slightly to her. This was the courtesy that an old courtier showed to a young princess. Then the old knight turned back with a long sword in his hand. At that moment, thunder and lightning intertwined, winding and shining in the sky.
Pierce through the layers of dark clouds.
The demon army has discovered this 'mantis' standing in front of them.
They had no intention of stopping.
…
The demon's advantage on the battlefield has been stripped away layer by layer, and the original absolute advantage has become entangled with each other at this moment. It seems that there are two dying opponents on the battlefield, waiting for who can die first.
Brando stood in the pouring rain and stared at the eagle Dejar in front of him, the swordsman of Alek. Every part of their bodies did not look like they were fished out of the water, but who
Didn't pay attention to this either.
What does Alek want to do?
As early as Amber Sword, players had such doubts.
Because of the mysterious death of Her Royal Highness, all fingers are pointed at the Grand Duke - and the Cruz people. But the conspiracy behind it is obviously far more than that. Players have also discovered traces of cultists, but this series of investigations
Eventually it completely dissipated due to the death of Eruin.
Brando preferred to believe that Grand Duke Anlek was suspected, and now the appearance of Eagle Dejar confirmed his suspicion.
It's just that it may not be what he wants to see.
The eagle swordsman Dejar had already drawn his long sword in front of him. This left Brando in a dilemma. Should he let go of the King of Chaos? The problem was that Ciel was obviously not Dejar's opponent.
This guy doesn’t know what happened. He recovered from his broken hand in a few days. It seems to be the devil’s work. At least when Brando was in the temple before, he didn’t think this guy was injured when he was holding a sword in one hand.
The look of recovery.
This thought flashed through his mind.
Dejar had already shot towards him. "Char!" Brando shouted.
Charles immediately began to arrange the next protective spell. He picked up the staff, but no one expected that at this moment, the oak staff in his hand broke like glass without warning.
The broken wood pieces seemed to have been hit by something, and they spontaneously ignited again and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye. The young wizard couldn't help but scream, and a large piece of skin had been burned off the hand holding the staff.
"What the hell is this!" He raised his head.
A visible ripple in the air was sweeping across the entire battlefield.
The arc then crackled across the entire grassland, and the grassland where it passed was immediately scorched. People's hair also stood up as if it had been swept by static electricity, immediately emitting a burning smell.
"Ring of Lightning!" Ciel screamed strangely.
This is not a superb spell, and it does not depend on how many levels it occupies in the circular spell system. But no one has ever heard that the range of a second-level spell can cover a battlefield several kilometers wide.
Without Char's spell cover, Dejar stabbed Brando like a bolt of lightning. As a last resort, Brando had to give up Messica in his hand and pull out the Sword of the Earth from the chest of the King of Chaos.
, and at the same time rolled back to get out of the way of the sword.
Messika on the ground let out another howl of pain. But it finally found a chance to escape. It didn't care about waiting for the injury on its chest to recover, and immediately got up from the ground.
"Char, what's going on? Where's your spell?" Brando asked immediately without looking back, regardless of pity. He was anxious because he didn't know how long Antitina could sustain it, if the soul completely died.
, I’m afraid even Martha can’t save her.
The problem is, time is running out.
"I don't know!" Ciel was looking in the direction of the ring of lightning.
He immediately let out a changed scream.
Brando had never heard Charles make such a rude sound. He heard his mage attendant shouting his name loudly, "Lord, look behind you!"
There was a loud bang.
Brando turned around subconsciously, and then he was dumbfounded to see a huge black shadow breaking through the ground and rising slowly from the ground in the direction of Ampelser.
At that moment, there was only a blank left in his mind: "This is impossible!"
Why is there a Titan statue here?
Could it be that he has traveled to the final era of the Slate War?
…(To be continued)
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