Ryan ran very fast.
The wings on his back weren't for flight but for acceleration.
They had a special magic attribute that allowed him to run faster when he flapped them.
He had always used these wings to speed up and approach the enemy.
This was the first time he was using them to escape.
His body, which weighed several tons, was like a high-speed tank that was charging forward crazily, crashing into everything around him.
He was too scared. For the first time in all his years of life, he felt the fear of death.
At this moment, he couldn't care less about the dense ice blades on his body or the bleeding. He ran for the rear after he broke out of the tornado.
Even the remaining ten thousand Berserk Bone Devils under his command fled.
Roland looked at his blue bar in the eye of the tornado. He had half of it left, confirmed the direction, found the nearest enemy group, and walked over.
The devil army wasn't in a good situation at this moment.
They had run into a tough opponent.
The players also found that the devil army didn't seem as strong as they thought.
They were strong, but their formation was messy!
It was a simple arrangement of three units: the frontline, the middle army, and the remote troops in the rear.
Their strategy was to charge without thinking.
The Balrog swung his giant axe down heavily again.
If it were a regular human Shield Warrior, he would've been cut into the ground.
However, the Great Wall of Steel that was connected by the shields absorbed a portion of the greataxe's attack power and reflected the rest back.
Even he couldn't break such a defense link, let alone the other devils.
That was the power of teamwork.
It was also the technique that the players were best at.
On the left flank, the sky full of summoned creatures were entangled with the devil army and successfully attracted the attention of at least ten thousand devils.
It was impossible not to be attracted to them.
These girls were really strong.
The hundred or so people summoned more than ten thousand summoned creatures and fought together on the ground and on the ground.
They were divided into three groups, and one wave after another seemed to charge at the enemy.
After every wave of attack, a thousand summoned creatures would die, but they could successfully exchange for two to three hundred devils.
As for the summoned creatures that were lost, they would soon be replenished.
Also, the summoned creatures seemed to be closely connected, but they were actually square arrays of about three hundred.
Once a large-scale spell was launched, they would immediately disperse in a regular pattern.
After all, they had always thought of Roland as their enemy, and what was Roland's strongest point?
His AOE damage was exaggerated to the extreme, as well as his ridiculous mobility.
As for the Elemental Incarnation that other professions were afraid of, they didn't think much of it.
A competition of endurance?
Elven Summoners were no weaker than humans.
Was that why they were practicing in secret?
He came up with a formation that could reduce the chance of being hit by AOE spells, yet he didn't clash with Roland?
But in this kind of situation, they managed to get together.
The effect was very good … … Against the Devil Race's small scale attack Devil Dust?
Only a few of the summoned creatures were hit.
But Solisa still wasn't too happy.
There was indeed an effect, but it was different from what he had expected.
Roland's blue fireball explosion?
The effective killing radius was at least a hundred meters, and that did not include the effect of the heat wave from the explosion.
And the effective killing radius of these magic spells was only ten meters or so?
Twenty meters at most?
There was no point in comparing the two.
Solisa commanded her guild members to hold back the devil soldiers that they had "lured" from the left flank, slowly eroding the enemy's forces.
In fact, it wasn't exactly eroding … They would kill at least a hundred devils every two minutes or so.
But compared to Roland's efficiency?
It was indeed a bit slow.
So it was eroding.
And the Little Cat's Companion Guild on the right, together with other guild members, engaged the devils.
It was also the Shield Warriors who took the enemy's attacks head-on so that the Archers and Spellcasters in the rear could attack.
That was it?
The army of a hundred thousand devils was blocked again.
Lawrence the Firelord slashed his axe heavily at the shields again.
It still didn't break the defense of the human Warriors.
He was a little angry. Take a step back?
He took a deep breath and blew hard.
A stream of black and red flames spurted out of his mouth.
With a whoosh, it enveloped three Shield Warriors in front of him.
The devils around him were so scared that they immediately avoided the flames.
After spitting fire?
He put on a smile.
The Firelord's flames were very hot?
And they were attached?
When human beings touched them, they would be on fire and writhe on the ground in pain. Then, they would howl miserably and burn for a minute or two before they died miserably.
However, even though the three human Shield Warriors were engulfed in flames and turned into flaming men, they didn't move at all.
They didn't retreat, nor did they scream in fear.
They were so quiet as if they weren't burned at all!
Lawrence the Firelord felt that something was wrong, very wrong.
Devils could do that if they weren't afraid of pain, as long as they evolved into Berserk Mode.
But what the hell were these human beings? If they were in Berserk Mode, why didn't they lose their minds and stay where they were?
At this moment, supportive spells were cast from the rear.
Dispel, Heal minor wounds, Heal moderate wounds, Activate, and so on.
Very soon, the fire on these three people was put out.
Their heavy armor was burnt black, and their faces were also burnt black. Their eyebrows and hair were all burnt off. At this moment, Lawrence the Firelord realized that they had closed their eyes just now.
But now that the fire was out, they suddenly opened their eyelids again.
It was such a simple movement, but the burnt skin near the corners of their eyes was split apart, and the pink flesh underneath was vaguely visible.
The three people's eyes were very, very bright.
They looked at Lawrence the Firelord with fury and disdain in their eyes.
They seemed to be saying, "That's it! That's it? "
Because of the Healers from the rear, the three people seemed to be blackened, but they were actually fine.
New skin was already growing rapidly under their burnt skin, and the most torturous pain, because it was only one-tenth of the original, was like being stung by a scorpion for the soldiers who were often cut by others on the frontlines.
It was uncomfortable, but it was bearable.
However, such an attitude truly irritated Lawrence the Firelord.
He finally realized why Ryan kept saying that something was wrong with these people before the battle began.
Something was indeed wrong.
He stepped back and looked around.
He found that not only could he not break through, a lot of soldiers in the rear had been killed by remote attacks, including those on the left and right flank.
The tornado in the rear was gradually approaching.
Suddenly, he realized that his army of a hundred thousand had been surrounded by human beings?
Surrounded by twenty thousand people?
As soon as the thought occurred to him, he immediately realized that he had to escape.
Having no time to give orders, he turned around and ran, just like Ryan.
The devils were truly brave, but that was only when they had a favorable battle.
As a matter of fact, the devils had never fought a favorable battle in the human world.
For them, there were only two outcomes in a war.
A great victory or a great defeat.
There was never a middle outcome.
As a matter of fact, the devil army had long realized that something was wrong.
The destruction of the Mages and Ryan's escape both made them somewhat uneasy.
However, the devils worshiped and followed the strong. They could hold on as long as their leader didn't escape.
But now that their leader had fled, they immediately followed him.
The demons fled quite straightforwardly, just as straightforwardly as they attacked.
In the main plane, the news about the Devil Tribe was always about how powerful, how wild, and how they would fight to the death … Therefore, the players' impression of the Devil Tribe's army was always that of an 'army of iron and blood'.
But now, the army of iron and blood had actually fled.
The players didn't react for a moment.
After a few seconds, the guild chairmen shouted, "Remove the defense line, chase, chase!"
Every time a sword fell, a head would fall.
The players were in a killing frenzy!
Chasing and slashing, the archers ran and shot Far Shot, grinding up reputation points as hard as they could.
Killing a devil gave them at least some reputation points.
The spellcasters were a bit pitiful.
When they cast spells, they mostly had to stand where they were.
When the enemy ran far away, they had to chase after them.
It was just that the spellcasters' stamina and running speed weren't very fast.
Soon, they were left behind and didn't have a chance to kill the enemy. They were so anxious that they cried out.
Only a few of them who could teleport could barely keep up with the main force.
In the many livestream rooms, there was a lot of merry laughter when they saw the embarrassment of the spellcasters.
At this moment, Roland was already blocking the enemy's rear.
If he were a Legend, this tornado could have a radius of hundreds of meters.
Instead of only about a hundred meters or so of damage now.
The escaping devils only had to circle around on either side.
But even so, the tornado still sucked in a lot of small devils and strangled them to death in the tornado.
The players were having a great time and were having a great time.
It would be strange if they weren't having a great time fighting a hundred thousand people.
The netizens in the livestream rooms also had a lot of questions.
Why did the devils look so noob?
It was just that the players on the battlefield didn't think so much. It was a rare opportunity to farm reputation points, so why not continue?
All the devils except the succubi deserved to die. Wouldn't it be great to turn their lives into points and exchange them for their own equipment and attributes?
At this moment, the players on the battlefield were even more excited. It was as if the epic equipment and attribute skills in the reputation store were already waving at them.
And the spellcasters were even more anxious.
However, extreme joy begets sorrow.
At this moment, a blue firebird flew over in the distant sky.
At first, there was only one blue dot, but it was fast.
In a short while, it flew over.
A blue bird wasn't rare, but a blue firebird was.
If this blue firebird was huge, it would be even rarer.
The players all stopped, and even Roland stopped using the tornado to kill the enemy.
The blue firebird hovered above their heads.
All the players, including Roland, were gulping.
Because this bird, really, really, really, really big.
It hovered in the air, its wings spread out, at least two hundred meters long.
It was at least three hundred meters long.
It flew very low, less than fifty meters from the ground.
It was much larger than an adult dragon.
The players looked up and could see the blazing blue flames on its body, boiling and flowing like magma.
"Oh my God, what the hell is this?"
That was the voice of many players.
Most players felt that they were being crushed by an invisible creature's level.
They even had a feeling that they didn't dare to go up against this thing.
And the devils also stopped.
They looked at the blue firebird in the air and let out a crazy roar.
Morale was high.
That embarrassing escape just now seemed to be an illusion.
In the livestream, there was a sentence that kept flooding the screen.
"I don't think it's good. Run, brothers."
Roland also wanted to run, but he found that, although the Dimensional Anchor that Ryan used earlier was gone, he couldn't use spatial magic at this moment because the space was chaotic.
The enemy didn't forbid spatial magic, but just by being there, it caused chaotic ripples in the nearby space.
The firebird hovered twice, then suddenly shrank into a ball of blue fire and landed among the devils and humans.
Eventually, it turned into a tall, beautiful, blonde, and curvaceous woman in a blue dress.
The players froze for a moment, then all looked at Roland.
Because this woman was too similar to Queen Andonara.
They were almost carved from the same mold.
And even more importantly, this woman also had a long, golden braid that almost reached the ground.
The blue firebird … also looked a lot like Andonara.
Roland immediately remembered something.
When he went to get the Hero's Sword with Andonara, Diablo said that the Hero was a traitor to the Realm of Devils.
Then this woman … should be Andonara's ancestor, the legendary Demon Goddess Phoenix.
However, Phoenix was supposed to be a 'good' person, but why did he stop them?
While Roland was thinking, the woman spoke.
"I'm told that the Golden Sons can be resurrected?"
None of the players said anything.
At this moment, all of them saw that the moment the woman could speak, a long health bar suddenly appeared on her head.
Behind the health bar, there were five skulls.
After the woman spoke, she became hostile and turned into an enemy.
If you dare to show your health bar, I dare to kill you!
That was only if you had the right equipment and level.
No players would think that when their levels and attributes were suppressed.
Damn it. She had one more skull than a Legend. Was she a Demigod?
Run!
The players were smart and had keen instincts.
Most of the time, they would fight desperately if they couldn't escape, but that was only if they could cause damage to the enemy.
This woman, on the other hand, was a Demigod.
It was impossible for them to beat her. They might not even be able to break a hair.
Let's run.
Of the thirty thousand people, one would be lucky to escape.
However, when they were about to turn around …
The woman extended her hand and pointed at the players.
A sky full of flames spurted out from her jade-like fingers.
It was really a sky full of blue flames.
That was no longer a small area. It was overwhelming and directly enshrouded all the players.
The kind that had no blind spots.
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