The warrior who had regained his youth looked at the departure of this strong kinsman with deep fear and depression in his eyes.
"That guy is so strong, how can he kill him?"
"Mind flayers can be reborn even after they die. Can a more powerful devil really be killed?"
"You're really kidding me. I've been dealing with him for a hundred years. Don't you know better than me?"
"Really."
The warrior babbled, as if he was talking nonsense, but also as if he was explaining to himself and looking for excuses for himself.
A hundred years of chasing and fighting have long since made his soul dusty. Otherwise, he would not have become stronger in these hundred years, but would have been beaten more and more miserably.
There is no way to the sky, no way to the earth, the north and south poles, warm zones, oceans and islands, there is no place on the entire planet that he has not touched.
He really couldn't find a place to rest or a time where he could relax and take a few breaths.
That guy is always around, elusive and elusive, never giving him a chance to breathe a breath of freedom.
How could that kind of tireless existence, an evil existence that comes from a place where souls and energy have fallen, be killed by mortal beings like you and me?
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"Mission: The Devil Must Die."
"Mission requirement: kill the devil."
"Mission premise: survive."
"Task Reward: Enchantment (The Devil Must Die)"
"Note: Due to the disparity in strength between the enemy and ourselves, proceed with caution."
After Desan made his decision, the dungeon core, which had been silent for a long time, suddenly issued a mission.
He paused and continued to ride on the back of the Abyss Dragon, staggering closer to the territory.
He wanted to ask those creatures from other worlds if they had any news about hell and the devil.
"hell?"
"devil?"
The elf looked confused, but he finally understood after hearing Desang's explanation.
"We have had a guess over there that if the soul and energy extend from the middle to both sides, there will be two extremes."
"A world above, a world of holy souls and positive energy."
"Below is a world of fallen souls and negative energy."
There is a group of elves who have been studying this problem. They believe that the most holy souls will reach heaven, while the most corrupt souls will fall into hell.
The hells and devils Dessan mentioned are very consistent with the guesses and inferences of those elves.
Similar to this, there is another speculation, that is, the abyss, which means the final destination of matter and life.
Scholars and mages who study the abyss believe that hell is the world of souls and energy, and the abyss is the world where life and matter end.
Although he didn't learn any more useful information, the elves gave him a suggestion to publish a widespread announcement on the City Lord Forum.
Spreading the news that there are demons here will probably attract the elves who study hell to come here.
The existence of legendary series has basically got rid of the shackles of magic, and most of them have their own way of energy circulation.
So when you go to other places, at most you lose the blessing of magic power, but your essence remains unchanged.
Desan thought about it for a moment, but still did not choose to release the news.
He wanted to try to kill the devil. If he succeeded, that would be great. If he failed, then this would be a life-saving option.
Not long after, Desan disappeared again.
He rode a six-legged dragon and rushed towards the royal capital of the Nordachians.
The mind flayers invaded a large area of Nord'ach territory and took away the lives of many Nord'ach.
But the royal capital is still there.
His single-body strength is very strong, but there are at least 300 million mind flayers active on this planet, and he alone cannot kill that many.
There is no saying here about benefiting the world, there is only a saying about doing good to oneself.
Moreover, he has already protected thousands of civilians. As long as he does not die, the number of civilians can increase from thousands to tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands.
One day it will become even more prosperous than the Nordachians once were.
In past history, a city that was powerful to a certain extent would break down into two cities at a certain peak period.
This is the law of the Nordic people.
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On the mountain, the six-legged dragon climbed up easily, its six sharp claws tightly grasping tree roots, stone crevices and stone platforms.
A weirdo with three heads and six arms sat on its back, looking down at the scenery below the mountain.
The mind flayers surged toward the city wall like a tidal wave, and many Nordic warriors stood on the city wall.
Psykers unleash fire and lightning, blooming like flowers amid the incoming mind flayers.
There are also psykers who swell up like big fat men and are round and crushing the battlefield outside the city wall.
The big city was indeed a big city, much more advanced than their former territory.
At a glance, there are hundreds of psychics.
However, the mind flayers are not weak. There are also mind flayers who have seized the body of the psyker, shrinking and staring at the city wall in the dark, scanning the target they are aiming at with their fiery residual light.
A wretched mind flayer spread out its hands and ten fingers, and the dim spiritual energy was released, but the fluctuations were covered up by the chaotic mind flayers.
call out--
A sharp light seemed to fly from the sky, without a trace of spiritual energy fluctuations. The attack was completely driven by physical power and penetrated into the mind flayer's body with an incomparable sense of violence.
Then it penetrated his body at a bursting speed, the sharp arrow spinning, tearing his back into pieces.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere.
Chi chi chi——
A series of mind flayers were affected, and were seriously injured or even killed by this arrow.
"later!"
The mind flayers roared, the greedy look in their eyes and the instinctive trembling colliding with each other. On the one hand, they wanted to devour the guy's soul, and on the other hand, they were trembling with instinctive fear.
The three-headed and six-armed monster wielded two spears with its lower arms, piercing the bodies of the mind flayers one by one, then lifting them up and throwing them dozens of meters away.
The middle pair of arms each held a long knife, and the sharp blade accurately cut across the necks of the mind flayers, taking away their life.
The upper pair of arms bend the bow and set the arrow, and the right head is responsible for aiming and firing.
The six-legged dragon roared, and its huge body directly crushed over the mind flayers, trampling the mind flayers in front of them under their feet, leaving them bloody and bloody.
One by one, the mind flayers were thrown away from time to time and bumped into a group of mind flayers dozens of meters away. The mind flayers who could not dodge were hit hard, causing them to become dizzy or injured. A series of
wailed.
Wherever the three-headed and six-armed monsters rode on the six-legged dragon and charged past, there was a bloody passage of flesh and blood, and countless mind flayers screamed away.
"He's coming, he's coming!"
"The incarnation of death, the spokesperson of natural disasters, he is the controller of flames and the master of explosions. He is tireless and rides the invincible demon..."
"He's coming..."
The Mind Flayer, who had witnessed the strange people fighting, collapsed, roaring the nickname they had chosen for him, and fled in all directions, spreading fear.