The demon … was very powerful.
It was so powerful that even the warriors recognized by the nobles couldn't shake it. Even a slap that couldn't even be considered a formal attack could smash a person's head into a rotten watermelon.
A dog-like demon with four feet on the ground opened its huge mouth and swallowed the entire person, along with the armor and the weapon in his hand. The horrifying teeth that sounded like millstones grinding the body and metal, as well as the guard's dying wails, lingered in his ears.
After seeing such a scene and hearing such a sound, just the thought of facing such a thing made their hands and feet tremble uncontrollably.
It just so happened that such a thing was actually transformed by his dearest family member.
The huge demon didn't just spread its massacre towards those damned Bloodsail Pirates, it also extended its claws of death towards those who were originally 'on the same side'.
It didn't differentiate between friend and foe, and killed as it pleased.
This was simply a nightmare.
This kind of nightmare seemed to be endless.
Resistance was meaningless, and all who resisted had been crushed to dregs.
There was also no point in running, because the two ships were only so big, and there was nowhere to run.
Every survivor was a pitiful wretch waiting in despair for the final judgment to come.
At this moment, a shining holy existence descended from the sky.
Looking up blankly, he recognized that it was the radiance of arcane power unique to mages.
A powerful mage? Who could it be?
After almost forcibly conscripting all the private mages of the nobles, Stormwind still suffered a crushing defeat in the battle of magic. The Storm Kingdom's Wang Clan's Mage Squad only existed in name.
There were only a few high-ranked mages still active on the frontlines.
Obviously, it was the one that the nobles didn't want to see the most: Sea King Duke Marcus.
The mortal enemy that the nobles would never reconcile with had become their greatest savior. This had to be said to be ironic. Of course, this was only for the nobles that were still alive.
Not even 1% of the nobles that were still alive now.
It was very simple. The demons from Karazhan could easily develop believers among these people whose hearts had been corrupted, and even directly turn them into demons.
A pure soul was the most powerful line of defense. Even the leader of the Burning Legion, Sargeras, had to spend decades to completely corrode Medivh's soul. It was still an incomplete version, because at the very end, Old Mike still jumped out and gave CEO Sam a big explosion.
But when it came to nobles with pure hearts, Duque chuckled.
Not every noble was qualified to be a Paladin, and not every noble was named Bolvar Fordragon.
When the pirates arrived in front of the nobles, most of the nobles were desperately protected by their guards and gathered together. When the pirates' butcher knives saw the necks of these nobles that had actually become devils, the devils naturally jumped out and revealed their true bodies.
In such a crowded situation, how many people could survive if the demon directly bloomed in the middle of the crowd?
Anyway, when Duque landed on the ship, he did not see any nobles surviving … Oh, surviving in human form.
"Duque — Marcus —"
It was a roaring blast of air that was like a raging storm and a huge wave.
Well, Duque couldn't hear it clearly, so he used his little finger to pick his ear.
"Did someone just call me?"
"Bastard — you are! It's all your fault! "
Facing this more than three-meter-tall mutated demon with a typical blue demon guard body and a nondescript human head, Duque was dismissive.
Duque snorted coldly, and suddenly a huge piece of ice rose under his feet, raising Duque's body like a high platform. In the blink of an eye, Duque was already standing on a two-meter-high platform.
This way, he could look down on the demon.
"Ah, sorry, you're too short, I didn't see."
"You're presumptuous —" The demon suddenly pounced.
"You're the presumptuous one!" Suddenly, a mysterious blue magic circle appeared in front of Duke, and a powerful [Arcane Impact] turned into a huge fist, and the demon that was charging at him was pushed back even faster than when it came.
"Bang bang bang!" The demon that crashed into the cabin knocked over a lot of things, but the demon quickly climbed out again.
"Oh, it's you, Sir Phame Brando. We haven't seen each other for more than half a year. How come you've grown uglier? " Under the watchful eyes of dozens of survivors on the deck of the two ships, Duque mercilessly mocked the demonized Phame Brando.
"I'm going to peel off your skin and make it into a carpet —" Phame roared and charged again. But this time, he didn't charge recklessly. His two claws were glowing with a black light.
Unfortunately, the gap was too big.
Phame Brando, who had been driven out of the Storm Royal Magic Academy by Duque, had also missed the Dalajan recruitment last year. As a result, before becoming a demon, Sir Brando was still at the level of a magic apprentice.
Demons were also divided into different levels. The more powerful an existence was, the more powerful it would be after it became a demon.
How strong could a guy like Fahm, who had wasted half a year, be?
Putting aside the fact that Duque was already a Sky Mage, even if Duque was still an Earth Mage, he could still easily beat him up.
Twelve Hands of Magic appeared and shot out Arcane Missiles. For Fahm, it was like a storm.
"Puff, puff, puff —"
Everyone was dumbfounded. In their eyes, that unparalleled, terrifying demon was nothing but a punching bag in Duque's hands.
Every Arcane Missile could easily blast a muscle on Brando's arm or thigh into pieces. The number of bullets that flew past Brando's body was the same number of holes or gaps that appeared on his body.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
In less than ten seconds, Brando had become a human stick. Oh, no, a demon stick.
His limbs were all broken, and there were terrifying holes the size of a human's fist on his body. Every hole was spewing out bluish-purple demon blood.
Even so, Brando was still alive.
Rolling on the ground in pain, wriggling his wounded body like a worm, Phame Brando could not stop laughing.
"Hahaha! Duque! In the end, you're just as dirty as me. What saint who saved the world? What hero who fought against the orcs? Aren't you just like me, filled with vengeance and hatred?! Hahahaha! I despise hypocrites like you the most. I know you won't let me go, so I'll wait for you in hell! Hahahaha! "
Suddenly, a huge ice coffin wrapped around Brando, ending this demon's life.
Looking at the burning warships in the distance, Duque muttered to himself, "I just killed a demon, but this demon happened to be called Phame Brando."
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