Vol 3 Chapter 371

Mesica's dried skin was wrapped in thick bones, the ribs were protruding, and the eye sockets were withered and sunk from the three skulls, looking like a huge skull. From time to time, a dark blue flame exploded from the body, which was the light emitted by demonic items that had disintegrated due to loss of magic. Even the equipment protection was completely disintegrated, as if it suddenly fell from the throne of a brutal king into a beggar, a huge psychological gap and a great sense of insecurity at the same time, though Brando and Shire still had an advantage, but Mesica immediately cast a flame shield on herself with the remaining power.

It seems like this can give it some peace of mind.

But Charles didn't respond slowly. Brando asked him to do it. He immediately grabbed the wand that fell to the ground, and read the spell aloud: "I made this sharp and sharp into a sharp blade and separated it. Everything, according to Tiamat's law, Demi's Fangs! "

He moved a hand knife forward, and the air stacked in front of him to form a bright wind blade, and then instantly cut to the **** demon Mesika not far away.

The flame shield hanging around Mesica is much more powerful than the gadget on Brando's red blessing. I saw the orange-red light on the magic shield as a layer of orange-red grease flowing, as thick as substance . Shire's dragon blade was severely chopped on it, as if he had pierced the oil pan and stirred fiercely, the red grease on the domed magic shield violently trembled.

But it didn't change.

"Hahaha!" Messica took a step back at first, only to find that Shire couldn't break through its shield. The three heads laughed proudly. It seems that I completely forgot that he is still a **** devil. Don't say that the shield was penetrated by wizards in the gold field. Even such an attack would be a huge insult to it.

"You can't kill me, just wait for death!" It cried arrogantly.

But it could n’t laugh anymore, because immediately after the dragon's blade that swept like a transparent blade, a dark sword appeared from behind the spell, and the slightly shiny blade was like a thin blade. The silver line separates the rain curtain, and the orange-red flame shield has no effect on this long sword at all. The long sword sways through the space just like it is transparent and just hits its chest.

A flash.

Brando leapt high through the rain. A sword opened a two-meter-long opening in the monster's chest. With a cold face, he pulled the blade down in mid-air--proficiently as if he had done the same move thousands of times in the amber sword--in the rainy night, he burst into a pile of purple blood rain.

Mesica's giggles came to an abrupt end, replaced by a scream-or howling.

"Uh-!"

The screams turned into sorrows immediately, and the huge body of Hell Devil even fell backwards due to the impact. Brando fell steadily. This huge demon king fell to the ground at the same time.

But Mesica obviously didn't hang up. Although the wound on its chest extends almost from below the shoulder to above the lower abdomen, the bone is deeply visible, and the flesh flutters to the sides to reveal a shiny gem like obsidian inside. It was the dark magic stone of the demon. The source of their strength, but this gem is now dim because it has lost its connection with the Sulfur River.

It is still waving its claws in the rain and wants to get up. The strong vitality of the demon is revealed at this moment. The damaged muscles and soft tissues and blood vessels are growing and healing at a speed that is visible to the naked eye. Some small fractures turn into new red between the eyes Knotted scars.

But Brando apparently would not give this demon king a chance to fully recover. He immediately jumped on the demon's belly and stepped on its chest, while the sword pointed down and raised the earth in his hand. sword.

"No, don't!" Messika finally panicked, and three terrified heads showed a look of fear at the same time: "You can't kill me! I accept the slavery of that woman. What you want, I can give you strength and power, And everything you want! "

Brando was unmoved.

"Ah, ah, I know," it screamed like killing a pig. "I can help you raise that little girl!"

After that moment, Brando felt a psychological change: "Don't listen to it nonsense. Brando." She hurried to remind her.

But Brando was just a slight movement in his heart, and then reacted. "Resurrection?" He sneered, "It's transformed into a demon, but Antitina doesn't need that ending!"

A sword stabbed.

But at this time, a bit of cold light flew apart from the vast rain.

A silver man from far to near just hit Brando's downward blade. When it sounded loudly, the sword of the earth suddenly turned aside. A magic gem stabbed close to Mesica's chest.

"Oh!"

Hell devil screamed again. Today is about the worst day since its birth. A mighty underground king lives on the line like a pig and dog, and has to be trampled on.

However, it is also blamed for it. Among the seven demon lords in the lower world who have visited the human world, Brando knows their real names. This knowledge is meaningless in the previous world, because the seven dead souls who have been reduced to twenty-five-foot men, do not know that they will be resurrected that year.

But here, this thing has undoubtedly become its lifeline.

Brando's sword was blocked and he stepped back subconsciously. What was lost was a dagger, which was now inserted in the grass next to it. The power of that thing was amazing, at least it had the elements of civilized strength-of course not to say that Mesica is now at a level of decline, but a real one. The elements of the heyday developed the level of the middle reaches.

Is there a high-level demon?

He shook his tingling wrist and raised his head, but saw an old acquaintance standing in the rainy night.

The Eagle Swordsman Djal.

"This guy ..." This guy obviously didn't come to him for revenge, Brando immediately thought of the man behind him, Archduke Enrique. He almost forgot about this guy, or it should be said that this guy seemed to have disappeared since leaving the Anderle Grand Temple from the beginning.

But now the old fox finally appeared.

After he showed his final hole cards.

...

Central battlefield. The demon's offensive has weakened.

In fact, several waves of Fengya behind them have begun to turn around in the direction of the portal, leaving only a few hellhounds and barbarians full of manic thoughts, who are still besieging the princess and others despite their orders.

But they are no longer a threat. The Templars of the Relder and Cruz are fully capable of blocking this loss of attack, and using actions to teach these chaotic creatures to understand politeness on the battlefield.

The heads of the killed demons were stuck in spears--the spears themselves belonged to another group of little demons--at first they should have been taken from the Port Guard, because there were amps on the spears. Thur's emblem and manufacturing number.

These spears formed a circle around the outside of the team.

"They are turning around to Brando," Her Royal Highness looked anxiously in the distance: "We can't let them leave like this!"

"But what can we do, Your Royal Highness Princess Eruin?"

Cruz's Templar Stephen replied wryly.

Everyone was hurt and exhausted. The knights were dead and wounded, leaving only two or three wounds, and a few witches who had been behind to support the battle, but it was not useful in this scene.

The witch named Babasha did not know where he had gone.

"Leave it to me!" Said a murky, heavy voice weakly as if rolling from his throat. It was Garlock who was lying on the ground panting. He was pierced by a spear in his lungs in previous battles, and he was badly injured in his hand: "Maybe I can barely cast a teleport spell once, although not as far as last time. But I can think of a way to teleport you They go ahead. "

"But are you okay like this, Master Garlock." Her Royal Highness asked a bit worriedly, and anyone could see that the old wizard was not in good shape.

"It's okay ... keke, I recovered a little strength underneath, and can barely do it again." Garlock replied: "Relax, Your Royal Highness."

"Then leave it to you, Master Garlock." Princess Griffin nodded.

Suddenly, Relder walked over and patted the old wizard lying on the ground, and Garlock glanced at the old lion of the kingdom. He shook his head and got up struggling to get his cane-the knight on the side hurriedly helped him up.

But the geek Garlock gently waved away the others. He took the staff and glanced at everyone. At last I glanced at the portal as if far away from the sky.

Then he began to chant mantras, which was a bit difficult at first, but gradually smoothed out.

Space started to shake again.

The white halo that seemed to be acquainted spread out over the battlefield. But this time there were no more demonic warlocks to stop the spell from forming, because they had already turned into a stench body.

The halo suddenly unfolded in front of the Demon Army, like a gate. next moment. Griffin and others appeared on the grass. They were behind the Demon Army the moment before and were thrown away by these chaotic creatures, but the next moment they were stopped on the road of the Army.

Everyone has a certain degree of resistance to teleporting spells, but this time it is just a little dizzy and then comes back. They immediately saw the approaching demonic army, and everyone immediately turned around and waited.

But it was this time. Suddenly, the princess found that Garlock was missing from the two seriously injured Knights of Lantonilan.

"Master Gallock, are they?" Princess Griffin asked immediately.

"He stayed there, Your Royal Highness. His strength was not enough to teleport everyone, and the three of them were left after discussion." Reid sighed.

Her Royal Highness suffocated slightly, so clever as she couldn't understand the meaning.

"But why don't you tell me?"

"Everyone has the right to choose to be a hero, Her Royal Highness. He is waiting for us in another world, and we are just here afterwards-after stopping these monsters."

The half-elf girl bit her lip.

"I see." She nodded.

The old white lion bowed slightly to her. It was an old courtier's courtesy to the young princess, and then the old knight turned back with a long sword. At that moment, thunder and electricity intersected, winding and shining in the sky, piercing the clouds.

The Demon Army has found the 'Mantis' in front of them.

They have no intention of stopping.

...

The demon's advantage on the battlefield has been stripped away layer by layer, but at this moment the original absolute advantage has become entangled with each other. There seem to be two dying opponents on the battlefield, who is waiting for one step to die.

Brando stood in the heavy rain and stared at the eagle Dejar in front of him. The sword swordsman of Enek, the two of them covered everywhere on the body, but they didn't seem to be taken out of the water, but who Did not pay attention to this.

What does Alek want?

As early as in the Amber Sword, players have such doubts.

Because of the bizarre death of Her Royal Highness Princess, all spearheads were directed at the Grand Duke-and the Cruzs. But the conspiracy behind it is obviously much more than that. Players have also found traces of cultists from it, but this series of investigations finally disappeared due to the death of Eruin.

Brando would rather believe that there was suspicion in Archduke Enrique, and now the appearance of the eagle Djeal confirmed his guess.

It is not necessarily what he wants to see.

The eagle swordsman Dejal had drawn his long sword in front of him. Let Brando have a dilemma for a while. Would he let go of the King of Chaos? The problem is obviously that Charles is not Djal's opponent.

This guy didn't know what the situation was. He recovered after a few days of broken hands, and wanted to come to the devil. At least when he was in the temple, Brando also saw that this guy didn't look like he was holding his sword in one hand.

The thought flashed through his mind.

Djal had already shot at him in a short stride. "Charle!" Brando shouted.

Immediately he began to deploy the next protective spell. He picked up the staff, but no one thought that at this time, the oak staff in his hand broke like glass without warning.

The shattered pieces of wood seemed to be hit by something, spontaneously ignited again, and turned into ashes in an instant. The young wizard couldn't help screaming, the hand holding the staff had been burned off a large piece of skin.

"What the **** is this!" He looked up.

A visible ripple in the air swept across the battlefield.

The arc crackled across the grass, and the meadow was scorched as it passed. The human hair also stood up as if swept by static electricity, immediately exuding a burning smell.

"Ring of Lightning!" Charr screamed strangely.

This is not a superb spell, nor does it occupy a high number of rings in the ring spell system. But no one has heard of the scope of a second ring spell that can cover a battlefield that is several kilometers wide.

Losing Char's spell cover, Djal stabs Brando like a flash of lightning. As a last resort, Brando had to give up Mesica in his hand and pull the sword of the earth out of the chest of the king of chaos while rolling back to let go of the sword.

There was another painful howl from Mesica on the ground. But he finally found a chance to get away, he could not wait for the chest injury to recover, and immediately got up from the ground.

"Char, what's the matter, your spell?" Brando didn't hesitate, and immediately asked without looking back. He was anxious because he didn't know how long Antitina could support. If the soul had completely died, I am afraid that even Martha could not save her.

The problem is that time is running out.

"I don't know!" Shire was looking in the direction of the ring of lightning.

He immediately screamed in a loud voice.

Brando had never heard such a disgusting voice from Charles. He heard his mage servant shouting his name, "Master, look behind!"

There was a loud noise.

Brando turned his head subconsciously, then he was stunned to see the direction of Ampelsel, a huge shadow was breaking through the ground and slowly rising from the ground.

At that moment there was only a blank space in his mind: "This is impossible!"

How could there be a Titan Colossus here.

Has he reached the last days of the slate war?

... (to be continued)

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