Brando had just finished shouting when he suddenly realized that the Knight who had rushed out of the room in a panic were not running towards him. Instead, they were screaming and running towards the outside of the house. Brando was stunned. What happened? He turned around and suddenly felt that the whole manor was trembling violently. It was as if a giant beast was walking on the ceiling. The wooden planks were making unbearable creaking sounds, and dust was constantly falling down.
"Not good!" The Knight Captain Ronin's face changed. The voice had reached the stairs in a blink of an eye. "Watch him!" Brando shouted as he rushed out of the corridor and looked towards the stairs. He did not know when this manor was built. The stairs were built in the style of the flamboyant sculpture of Anson the Eleventh. But at this moment, the artwork was trembling violently as if it was suffering from asthma. The fakes of famous paintings hanging on the corridor fell to the ground like hailstones.
Brando did not have time to mourn for these expensive fakes. Suddenly, a dazzling light rolled up from the stairs. Golden flames spewed out and instantly turned the paintings on the ground into ashes. The temperature in the corridor suddenly rose. The flames flooded the corridor like a waterfall from the second floor. Several Knight who did not have time to escape were engulfed in the sea of flames. They only had time to let out a scream, which was dragged out from their throats and then turned into a mournful wail under the night sky.
For a moment, the whole corridor was illuminated in golden red. The flames reflected on Brando's face, but the flames that extended forward bypassed him as if they were afraid of him, forming an oval hole. "Magic flames!" Brando stood in the middle of the hole and immediately recognized the essence of the flames. But there was only one thing that could create such a waterfall of flames. Brando squinted his eyes without changing his expression and gently pressed his right hand on the hilt of his sword.
Then, with a loud bang, a violent monster rushed out of the flames. This monster had a huge bullfrog head with long horns on its head. Its skin was as red as blood, and its muscles were bulging. Its arms supported its body on the ground, and its small hind legs were filled with the explosive power of a frog.
But the most eye-catching thing about this monster was the raging flames on its back and arms. Its eyes were spitting fire, and smoke with the pungent smell of sulfur was constantly coming out from its bloody mouth. This was a Lord of the Abyss, also from the Scorching Hell. It was an evil creature from the Sulfur River. However, compared to the low-tier demons that the Black Flame Sect's disciples controlled, this Lord of the Abyss was considered a real big guy. It had high intelligence and its strength was equivalent to the peak of Gold-tier.
Why would such a thing appear in the core area ruled by the Holy Cathedral? Brando was extremely puzzled. But just when he noticed the demon, the monster also noticed him. It immediately let out a deafening roar and raised its flaming claws to grab Brando.
The monster's flaming claws were almost the size of a round table. Brando did not dare to be careless. He quickly stepped back and dodged, and the monster's claws hit the ground with a bang. A circle of flames spread out from the monster's palm. The wooden floor on the first floor of the manor was instantly charred with red sparks. The Abyssal Lord missed its attack, so it pushed off the ground with its claws and then pounced on Brando.
The Abyssal Lord from the Sulfuric River was covered in flames. Its body was about four times the size of Brando. Its body almost filled the entire corridor. As it moved forward, the flames on both sides of its body gradually pressed against the wooden walls on both sides of the corridor. The wooden planks let out a terrifying cry and were then swallowed by the flames. It was as if they were being sucked into the world of flames behind the Abyssal Lord. Behind Brando was Luo Ning's room. If he took another step back, Felaern and the Nightsong Tiger would definitely not be able to protect themselves. Helpless, Brando could only raise his sword with both hands and take a step forward. The sword in his hand was swung towards the monster's chest in a circle.
In terms of absolute strength, Brando was slightly inferior to the Abyssal Lord. But with the amplification of the Power Crystal, if his sword were to hit the monster, it would be enough to cause it to suffer. The chest was the Abyssal Lord's weak spot. The monster's intelligence was extremely high. When Brando swung his sword, it immediately stretched out its long claws and grabbed Brando's sword.
Its movements were astonishingly fast. Brando did not even have time to retract his sword. The claws of the Abyssal Lord seemed to be made of metal. The steel sword that Brando used to conceal his identity actually let out a teeth-numbing screech when it cut through the Abyssal Lord's claws. For a moment, sparks flew everywhere.
Brando's attack was stopped. He could only feel his hands going numb. The Abyssal Lord's Strength was at least a hundred points higher than his. Fortunately, his base Strength was also over two hundred points, or else he would have been sent flying. Brando could not help but take a deep breath. The approaching Abyssal Lord's scorching hot breath almost set his lungs on fire. Even though he knew that this feeling was not real, he could not help but hold his breath.
This Abyssal Lord was the most troublesome enemy he had encountered after Andesha. Although Devard the Eagle was far more powerful than this cursed beast, he had actually used a trick during the duel. If Devard had gone all out from the start, it would have been difficult for him to win without using the Planeswalker System. However, the Abyssal Lord from the Sulfur River was not like a human swordsman who had learned the etiquette of nobles. They were born to fight, and once they entered the state, they would only use two hundred percent of their strength.
At this moment, Brando felt that his eyebrows were about to burn. The thought flashed through his mind, but his body did not slow down. He threw away his sword without hesitation and raised his left hand to parry the Abyssal Lord's claws. At the same time, he lunged forward and punched with his right fist. "The Fool's Frenzy! Get the hell out of here! "Brendel roared and unleashed all his strength. His right hand seemed to have penetrated through the gap in space and landed directly on the monster's chest. There was a muffled sound like tearing silk, and just as the monster raised its head, the expression on its huge and ugly face froze at this moment. With a loud bang, it turned into a red blur and flew backward.
"Ah!" The Nightsong Tiger, Felaern, and Mephistopheles who had never seen Brando use Frenzy before were so frightened that they could not help but cry out. Rhonin's face was pale. Of course he knew what the Abyssal Lord was. He thought that he would not be able to escape this time, but he did not expect that the Abyssal Lord would be able to send the Abyssal Lord flying with a single punch.
Who was the real Abyssal Lord?
He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Demons were indeed the most resilient of all monsters. The Lord of the Abyss had the ability to reflect damage, and he did not have the time to deal with it. As a result, he was heavily injured as well. His status had turned yellow, and his HP had decreased by more than 300 points. This was the result of activating the Berserk Innate Talent and increasing his Vitality by more than half.
"My Lord, your hand!" Mephistopheles suddenly covered their mouths. Brando's left and right hands were burning with Hellfire, as if he was wearing a pair of flaming gloves. If it was a normal person's hand, it would have been burned to ashes. However, Brando's magic resistance was extremely high, and the flames were only a little hot. Brando waved his hand, and the flames on his hand suddenly retreated like a gust of wind.
The knight captain, Ronin, looked at Brendel with even more reverence. He was definitely a monster. Ronin's feet were already on his sword, ready to break out of the encirclement and escape with the count if he was distracted. Although he was a Knight, his loyalty to the Earl was always his number one priority. However, when he saw Brando make a move, Rhonin could not help but sigh and give up on this unrealistic idea.
He looked at the direction of the corridor. The originally terrifying Abyssal Lord was sent flying by Brando's punch. After it crashed through the wall behind it, it was buried under the wall. Even the flames on its body had weakened a lot. A moment later, a thick smoke suddenly emitted from under the rubble. Then, sparks rose and formed a hexagram on the ruins of the manor. The hexagram quickly dimmed and turned into a pile of charred wreckage.
The Abyssal Lord was actually killed by his punch.
However, Brando was not too surprised. The power of his punch had almost reached the active Elemental Awakening stage, and it happened to hit the Abyssal Lord's weakness. Moreover, the Abyssal Lord was not a Boss, so it was normal for it to be killed by a punch. The Abyssal Lord was too careless. It probably thought that humans would not dare to fight it in close combat. As a result, it was taken advantage of by Brando, who had monstrous magic resistance.
Brando stared at the pile of ashes and panted. He turned to Felaern and said, "Abyssal Lords cannot be easily killed outside of the Sulfur River. After they receive fatal damage, they will transform into another form and be teleported back to the Scorching Hell. However, the teleportation circle will not take away the items they carry with them. Go and see if there are any spoils of war."
"Why me again?" Felaern could not help but ask.
"Because you are lucky."
Felaern could not help but stare at him in confusion.
However, Brando did not care. Instead, he turned back and stared at Rhonin. When the explosion on the second floor was heard, this guy's expression changed. Coupled with the reaction of the Knight outside, these Yanbao people must know something about this Abyssal Lord. Brando did not believe that a high-level Abyssal Lord would suddenly appear in the core area of the Holy Cathedral controlled by Erouine. He stared at Rhonin with a serious expression.
"I don't think there is a spatial passage to the Scorching Hell in this manor. Sir Knight, I think you should know something about it, right?"
Unexpectedly, Rhonin, who had softened his attitude before, was unusually firm this time. He pursed his lips and shook his head without saying a word. At this moment, a series of soft footsteps suddenly sounded. Brando turned back because he heard the footsteps coming from the half-burnt and crumbling staircase.
"I'm sorry, sir. I accidentally summoned this Abyssal Lord …"
A weak voice replied.
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(PS: Chest tightness, shortness of breath, and panic for a week. The examination said that it was a respiratory infection, myocardial ischemia, and there was no improvement even after two days of fluid transfusion. Thinking that it was the first day of May, I still wrote a chapter. It's so uncomfortable …) If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my biggest motivation.)
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