The man in black robe who was kneeling on the ground raised his head slightly, and out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of the two huge and sharp butcher knives crossed in front of him.
He saw a thick dark brown blood scab that had condensed on the blade, and a gelatinous plasma slowly dripping from the tip of the blade.
An extremely dark and heavy emotion suddenly surged out from the depths of his heart, overwhelming his defenses and releasing all the despair and unwillingness in his heart.
The evil contractor of the Spencer family tried his best to retain his last shred of reason, and finally resisted the urge to directly hit the blades of these two butcher knives.
He knelt on the spot with his mouth open, breathing heavily like a fish out of water. His face was extremely pale under the hood of his cloak, and cold sweat was dripping down from his forehead and the tip of his nose like a waterfall.
The huge and terrifying figure stood in front of him, staring at him quietly with its blood-red eyes without pupils, but it did not rush to chop it into pieces like it did with other targets.
The man in black robe knew that he didn't have much time, and the man in front of him was not known for his patience.
He only has a chance to say one sentence. If this sentence fails to arouse Lakanos's interest, then he is dead!
So he used the little reason he had left to focus on his next sentence. After pondering for a long time, he said it before Racanos raised the butcher knife.
"I will bury myself with the despair of my enemies, Lord Lakanos..."
He said these words in a hoarse voice as if he were speaking his last words, and then buried his head deeply again, using all his mind to throw away all the beautiful visions in his heart, leaving only the deepest pain and hatred.
As soon as he finished speaking, two strong winds with a strong smell of sulfur and fishy smell roared toward his neck from both sides, but finally stopped on both sides of his neck.
Racanos stopped.
He knew that he was about to succeed.
"Hate and pain...have nothing to do with me." The King of Despair's tone was as dead as ever, but it also contained a different meaning.
"But...your tribute was delicious, so I decided to fulfill your last wish..."
"If you are desperate, you should die..."
call!!
The scarlet wind whizzed past him, and just as it arrived, Lakanos' figure disappeared silently.
At the same time, a dark red light point shot from the direction of the Gate of Hell, directly imprinting on the back of the neck of the man in black robe lying on the ground, leaving a mark that looked like two butcher knives crossing.
"Remember, your life is mine..."
A deep whisper sounded in his mind, followed by a sharp pain that penetrated into his bone marrow!
"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!"
The man in black robe was rolling on the ground in pain. This kind of pain was simply beyond anyone's imagination and made him unbearable at all.
After a long time, the pain subsided a little, and the man in black robe gasped and got up from the ground, lifted his hood that was soaked with sweat, revealing a livid face.
Lakanos' reaction was beyond his expectation. He never expected that the King of Despair would actually regard his soul and life as a tribute to invite it to take action...
This means that no matter what the outcome of this battle is, he will not be able to save his own life.
Unless the King of Despair dies...
But if even it dies on the front line, it means that the Purgatory Fortress must be destroyed.
In this way, he still has only one way to die!
"Damn it!"
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but curse angrily, and then, as if he had thought of something, he raised his head and looked at the Gate of Hell not far away.
However, the gate of hell at this moment has been completely enveloped by a blood-red whirlwind. With his power, it is not difficult to see that no existence below the extraordinary level can even think of breaking through this death whirlwind!
Rakanos has sealed the gates of hell!
Although this ban will not last long, it is enough to block the escape paths of all the demons in the Purgatory Fortress.
"asshole!"
The man in black robe cursed bitterly again.
His face was a little pale, and his eyes were full of gloom.
Rakanos's power is no worse than any demon king-level existence, but it has never planned to break away from the King of Fear and stand on its own.
The reason is that only a tragic death in despair can give it strength. Any demon who has not lived enough will not serve such a master with such a cruel and twisted personality.
Submitting to the King of Despair will only lead to death, because only the moment when you die has the greatest value to it.
Now, the contemporary head of the Spencer family has become the only living servant of Lakanos...at least temporarily.
...
At the same time, outside the Purgatory Fortress, the insect swarm army and various human legions were ready to go.
After a period of continuous bombardment, the defensive shield over this magic castle had become so weak that it was almost invisible.
It could break at any time, maybe in the next second.
Under this situation, Xue Hua ordered all the insect swarms and human legions to immediately prepare for an attack. After the insect swarm's firepower covered and smashed the turtle shell and continued to extend a certain distance into the city, they immediately launched the final attack on the Purgatory Fortress.
total attack.
In the late winter war zone, Nelson brought an elite force of about 500 people.
Although this force is small in number, they are all elites who survived Azmodan's attack on Winter's End Hold.
Moreover, in order not to lose his reputation in the late-winter war zone, General Edwin even selected the best among the few thousand men left in the two legions, and finally organized such a small-scale super elite force.
According to Nelson, in this small force of 500 people, there are more than 200 top professionals with levels above level 85, and among the remaining 300 people, there is no one below level 8.
Among them, there are even seven quasi-legendary powerhouses who have just passed the level 90 mark and nearly fifty top level professionals who are close to the legendary limit at level 89.
Although the battle on the front line of Winter End Castle was indeed a tragic disaster, it also allowed many talented people to begin to shine.
The emergence of this small force is the best proof.
They will be led by Nelson, who is best at small-group elite combat, and will become the sharpest blade in the professional army.
By the time all preparations were completed, the shield of Purgatory Fortress had reached its limit.
With the final salvo of firepower from the heavy artillery governor and spear hunters, the nearly transparent shield finally shattered into a sky full of stars with a "bang"!
"Zagara! Extend the firepower! Let the projectiles launch poisonous banelings to cover the entire wall we face!"
Xue Hua gave an order, and the long-range artillery fire of the insect swarm began to bombard the city and walls of Purgatory Fortress.
The sky full of thorns, spears, needles and various cannonballs whizzed past his head, and smashed directly into the Purgatory Fortress!
Woohoo!! Boom!!!
Amidst the ear-piercing roars, huge fireballs rose up in the Purgatory Fortress. Countless winged demons and other flying demons that tried to take off were suppressed by the powerful firepower and pushed back into the city. The air force of the insect swarm took advantage of this.
At this time, air strikes on the city began! (To be continued)