Chapter three hundred and seventy-fifth group destroy
"Everyone, be careful, this guy is very strong."
Seeing her companions arriving, Erza Netwalka finally gained some confidence, but she still couldn't help but feel a little palpitated when she thought about the scene where she was almost killed instantly.
"Don't worry, he has been under my spell. Without a weapon, no matter how strong he is, it will be meaningless." The blond man with a back of his head, who is the captain of the fourth demon team of Edras Kingdom, Shugboy chuckled lightly.
,road.
"Don't take it lightly, he is very likely to have more than one piece of magic equipment." The captain of the first demon team, that is, the muscular black cat "Pansalili" looked at the "wing equipment" behind Ur and said seriously.
road.
"Haha, you're too nervous, Lili. The four of us are here, plus there are so many soldiers, so what can he do no matter how strong he is?" The captain of the third demon team, a young man with a small tuft of white hair on his forehead
"Xius" said with a relaxed expression.
Click~~
A large number of soldiers poured out, and in the blink of an eye, there was almost no free space left in the palace.
Whoa!
As soon as many soldiers came in, they saw corpses on the ground, and their expressions suddenly changed. Everyone raised their spears and pointed them at Ur in mid-air, with extremely wary expressions.
Wait until the scene is a little quieter.
Pansalili slowly emerged from the crowd, looked up at Ur with a solemn expression, and said: "Surrender! Foreign assassins, even if you have such rare "flying equipment", the content in your equipment
When the magic power finally runs out, you won't be able to escape."
Ur didn't answer.
Instead, he looked down at the Dark Dragon Blade that suddenly "softened" in his hand. At this time, the Dark Dragon Blade seemed to be finished. It drooped down softly. The blade was like a piece of paper, close to Ur's hand.
Back of hand.
"What a shame!"
Wu Er silently scorned the Dark Dragon Blade in his hand. Forget about being timid. It is still so soft. How can Wu Er use it?
Other people's swords would rather break than bend.
My own is rather bent than broken.
This piece of crap is better than just taking off your skirt.
After spending a little time, Ur finally inserted the soft thing back into the scabbard. Only then did Ur finally have time to turn his attention to the people below.
"Last warning, if you still don't surrender, then we will take coercive measures." Pansalili saw that Ur didn't reply from the beginning to the end, and his eyes gradually darkened. He held a huge black sword in both hands.
A pair of wings similar to those of Harpy, but larger, appeared quietly from behind.
"Finally everyone is here!"
Ur's eyes lingered on the four of them for a moment, and suddenly, he spoke his first words since the battle.
But just this simple sentence caused the pupils of the four captains below to shrink at the same time.
Especially Erza Netwalka, she was the only one in the room who had actually fought against Ur. The moment Ur spoke, a thought suddenly emerged in Erza Netwalk's heart.
A very bad premonition.
Boom!
Pansali stomped on the ground with one foot, spread his wings behind him, held the sword in both hands, and suddenly shot out towards Ur.
However, just when Pansalili had just flown halfway, Ur was seen looking at him indifferently, his lips suddenly opened slightly, and he faintly uttered one word:
"wind!"
Ding!
The emerald-green magic circle suddenly emerged from the soles of Ur's feet, and wisps of white air lingered around the magic circle, quickly setting off a violent wind in the palace.
Before Pansali could get close to Ur, he was directly swept away by a white wave of air. He instantly lost the direction of his flight, spun around in mid-air several times, and hit a pillar in the palace.
Huhu~~
The storm became more and more violent. Not long after, the magic circle under Ur's feet rolled up a violent white air flow, like a tornado, and swept all the soldiers in the palace into the air. Even several captains were caught in this flow.
Under the strong wind, it was difficult to resist for a while.
The magic in this world is released by removing weapons and equipment, which means that the power of these magicians is far inferior to that of Aslant.
The storm moved back and forth in the palace, and soon formed a cycle.
A large number of soldiers were flying everywhere in the air like rags. For a time, the entire palace was filled with various screams.
Wuer looked at the many soldiers in the palace who were blown up by the strong wind indifferently.
The magic circle under your feet is shining more and more intensely!
"Turn of Fire!"
Ding!
When the wind magic power of the magic circle under his feet gathered to a peak, Ur suddenly opened his mouth, and faint words spat out from his mouth. In an instant, the emerald green magic circle suddenly turned into fiery red, and heavy flames rose around the magic circle.
The endless violent wind in the palace also transformed in an instant. First a little spark rose, and then like a flame meeting boiling oil, it quickly swept through the entire palace.
boom!
The strong wind disappeared and was replaced by a sea of fire.
Scorching flames burned blazingly in the palace, and soldiers in mid-air fell to the ground one after another, followed by screams like purgatory on earth.
"Ahhhhhh~~"
"Help!"
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In the endless flames, countless soldiers rolled on the ground in pain, wailing.
Due to the serious lack of magic power in the world of Edras, Ur cannot use magic power in this world arbitrarily, because once the magic power is exhausted, it will be difficult for him to find a way to replenish it.
Therefore, when Ur was fighting Erza Netwalka before, he had always strictly controlled the consumption of magic power.
It has two main purposes.
One is to reduce unnecessary magic power loss.
The second is to attract all the enemies here. In fact, the Kingdom of Edras does not have many high combat capabilities. As long as these people can be eliminated at once, it is worth spending a little more magic power.
The flames transformed by wind magic at the level of a destructive storm almost burned the entire palace, and the screams below did not last long before gradually disappearing.
Even among the three captains, except for Erza Netwalka and Pansalili who held on for a while, the other two captains also fell into a coma under Ur's blow, not knowing whether they were alive or dead.
Zheng!
After Shugboi was defeated, the Dark Dragon Blade on Ur's waist instantly regained its strength, as if it had regained its fighting power after a period of rest, and made a crisp sword cry from the scabbard.
"Asshole~"
"I will never...let you go."
Pansali looked at the annihilated demonic troops around him, the grief and anger in his heart could not be concealed, his eyes were filled with bloodshot eyes, and he supported his body with the black sword, tremblingly getting up and trying to fight Ur.
However, as soon as he stood up, Ur had already teleported in front of him and Erza Netwalk, and the Dark Dragon Blade was instantly unsheathed.