At first, Mannoroth did not pay much attention to the seemingly weak dark energy whips.
From his point of view, it was just a meaningless display. His [Charge] and [Cleave] could destroy everything with brute force.
He immediately realized that he was wrong! Furthermore, he was ridiculously wrong!
The whips condensed from dark energy were so pure that even the knowledgeable Eredar Gemini was speechless.
They were illusory energy bodies that were weaker than gas, but in less than a thousandth of a second, they condensed again and again, turning into black substance that was frighteningly bright even in the dark.
A hundred times harder than steel!
A thousand times stronger than rubber bands!
Their unreasonable strength and tenacity held Mannoroth back even though he was in a frenzied state!
She grabbed his arm.
Jamming his elbow.
Strangling his throat.
Locking his limbs.
The whips of dark power that came from all directions out of nowhere actually stopped the top Lord of the Abyss, whose weight was measured in tons, as if he had been frozen on the spot as if he had been turned into a fossil.
The gigantic Splitting Mountain Sword was clearly just a centimeter away from cutting Duke's body, cutting this seemingly weak body in half with a single slash.
But!
So close yet so far away!
When Mannoroth roared and used all his strength, Mannoroth shouted.
When he roared in anger and wanted to burn his life and soul …
When all his strength and the dark energy in his body were exhausted …
He still could not move an inch forward!
In front of the calm Duque, he was worse than an oversized clown. He was like a bug that knew it was a spider web but still ran into it. It was a joke.
He was furious!
He cursed!
But he did not know that the name of this move was [Extreme Mental Whip] and not [Binding of Darkness]!
The pain that surpassed his physical body had already arrived. It was just that the pain was so intense that it instantly burned all the pain nerves in the area where he was bound. He did not feel any pain in his intense struggle.
But the next moment, a pain that came from his soul came from every corner of his soul. He finally realized that something was wrong.
"Ahhh!"
It was a pain that surpassed all his previous experiences and all his imagination.
"Ahhhh —"
That was the most extreme and terrifying pain that could almost burn his brain to a crisp.
"No — Ahhhhh —"
It was a despair and pain that even his soul, which he believed to be indomitable, would tremble in fear and submit to.
Perhaps the pitiful wretches who had angered the three titans of the Burning Legion and had their souls imprisoned and roasted for a thousand years had suffered such a tragic fate.
Mannoroth, who was famous in the entire army for being able to fight and not afraid of death, had his four relatively short hooves give way at the same time. His belly was stuck to the ground as he fainted.
Moreover, there was a foul stench coming from the back half of his abdomen …
That's right, because this fellow's body model leaned more towards that of a draconic human, his stomach just so happened to be too big, like a roly-poly doll. Just like that, his head slumped dejectedly on his thick neck, his eyes rolling back.
"My lord!" The Lords of the Abyss turned pale with fright.
Magtheridon, who was at the front, brandished his double-headed sword and rushed over to help.
"Hmph!"
A cold snort!
A green shadow rose from the ground and rushed into the sky.
In less than a second, it drew an extremely unscientific triangle in the air.
It was a flash of mournful red light.
It was violent and filled with an unparalleled sense of power.
Compared to the violent momentum of the Lord of the Abyss's charge, this scarlet axe was even more unreasonable.
Even though Grom was only one-tenth of Magtheridon's size, he had the weird special skill [Lord of the Abyss Specialization]. One [Blood Roar] was enough to teach Magtheridon a lesson.
The meter-thick super alloy plate was directly smashed by the axe.
Magtheridon was like a pale little girl as he let out an unscientific scream and retreated in panic.
King against King!
General against General!
It seemed like the Lord of the Abyss's side was completely defeated!
Duque waved his finger lightly, wanting to end this troublemaker Mannoroth.
Suddenly, an incomparably powerful will descended.
It was a terrifying will that was so huge that it felt like the entire universe was in his hands.
A cold glint flashed in Duque's eyes. He waved his finger, and the dark power that bound Mannoroth's body suddenly increased.
At this moment, most of the spectating demons could not help but change their expressions.
This "Infernal Affairs" really dared to kill!?
"Hmph!" A cold snort came from the void. Then, a super large sword wrapped in blue flames slashed down from the sky, about to cut Duque's Dark Whip.
However, at the very last moment, Duke put on a frightened look and only withdrew his energy the instant before the Flaming Saber arrived.
Oh no!
Oh, no, even if he kept telling himself that this was 10,000 years ago, when the Burning Legion was at its most powerful. When Duque saw Archimonde's green face run out to scare people, he still felt like he did not press the lid of his coffin properly and let Ack run out.
"Who are you?! Who gave you the right to kill my vanguard general? "Archimonde's shadow seemed to be unable to suppress his anger.
"Lord Archimonde! As Lord Kil 'jaeden's direct subordinate, I don't think I have to tolerate Mannoroth's provocation, right? "Duque did not back down at all. Instead, he rebuked Archimonde.
In the Burning Legion, the one with the biggest fist was the boss.
However, it was also relative.
Since ancient times, this kind of thing happened in any large organization.
Anyway, Duque had defeated Mannoroth in one move and displayed his value. He dared to bet with his integrity that Kil 'jaeden would definitely not bear to let the Best Newcomer of the Year be killed by Archimonde in a daze.
As expected, in less than half a second, Kil 'jaeden's huge image suddenly appeared behind Duque.
"Hehe! Don't be angry, Archimonde. Isn't it just a sparring session? Didn't your vanguard official not die? "
Hearing this, Duque heaved a sigh of relief.
He was a talent that Eredar Gemini had 'discovered'. As Kil 'jaeden's aide-de-camp, how could these two wicked demonesses let go of this opportunity to claim credit?
Needless to say, they must have called Kil 'jaeden over.
So Kil 'jaeden came out to smooth things over, and Duque was not surprised at all.
"Hmph!" Archimonde gave Duque a hard stare.
He would never have dreamed that ten thousand years later, it would be this little bastard in front of him who gave him the final blow. Of course, the guilty Duque had already changed his appearance before he transmigrated. Coupled with the large amount of high-purity dark energy he had absorbed, he had changed his appearance so much that Archimonde would not be able to recognize him ten thousand years later. Even if he saw him yesterday, he would not be able to recognize him.
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