After the fireball, hordes of imps began to move out from the portal. These demons, who were only as tall as a human child and were as red as fire, could not be called an army at all. However, their numbers alone were overwhelming. Brando held Amandina in his arms and looked up to see a dense and frightening dark red sea. It was as if red paint had not passed through a green palette, but had just rolled up.
Countless Imps flapped their wings and staggered up dozens of meters into the air. For a moment, the entire battlefield rose up from the ground like a tsunami. For a moment, only locust-like Imps were left on the ground and in the air. They covered the sky and covered the sun.
Amandina was so scared that she almost stopped breathing. Her fingertips turned white as she gripped Brando's shoulder tightly. In the blink of an eye, the sky full of imps rushed down like a huge wave. She was so scared that she immediately closed her eyes and turned her head to Brando's chest.
"Get ready to fight!" Brando roared.
The Knight raised their heads and prepared to meet the first wave of impact. "Long live the kingdom!" "Long live Erouine!" No one knew who was the first to shout, but the few voices were slightly weak in the overwhelming screams.
But everyone's heart was surging.
This was the dream of a hero that belonged to everyone. Reality had locked the pace of men and women, but until that moment really came, everyone could laugh loudly, cry happily, and shout to their heart's content.
In a situation where life and death had lost their color, any scruples could only be turned into the most sincere of emotions. The Knight was going to dedicate their lives to their motherland. Even if it was only for a second, it could become eternal.
Life and death had long been disregarded. Next, they just had to use their swords to determine the winner. This was the only thought left in everyone's mind. The huge wave crashed head-on. Everyone subconsciously held their breath, but at that moment, a thunderous roar suddenly exploded behind them.
"I demand the Law of Power!"
The old Wizard Garlock's hair and beard stood up. He stepped forward and pushed his five fingers into the void. "Back off!" He roared angrily, and a transparent halo spread out in all directions with him as the center. However, if one looked closely, it was not a halo, but a splash of water that was being pushed away.
The little Evil Demon that was still flapping its wings and leaping forward in midair was slapped by an invisible giant hand the next moment. It screamed and flew back. Some of them even flew hundreds of meters and crashed into the metal platform of the portal, their brains splattering everywhere.
It was as if a giant dragon had breathed out, and the entire sky had calmed down.
"Attack forward!" Brando took the opportunity to swing his sword forward, roaring as he charged forward. He raised his sword and drew an arc of watery light in the curtain of rain. With a slash of his sword, just the pressure of the sword pushed the rainwater to the sides. The wind pressure formed swept forward, sweeping into the dense formation of the imps.
The first row of imps that bore the brunt of the attack seemed to have been crushed by an iron hammer. Their forward momentum paused, and their heads and chests suddenly deformed at a speed visible to the naked eye. They were strangely flattened and folded backward, and in a moment, they exploded backward like a pink mist of minced meat. With a loud bang, the first three rows of imps in front of Brando's half arc turned into a mist of blood, and more of their kind were directly blown away by the pressure of the sword.
The next moment, the pressure of the sword completely erupted. Countless invisible blades exploded in all directions like a storm, and for a moment, countless limbs flew into the sky, accompanied by a series of screams.
The might of this sword actually created a perfect circle within a radius of thirty meters. At least twenty Little Demons were turned into minced meat under this sword, and the number of broken limbs was even more uncountable.
The Knight did not have time to cheer, and immediately rushed forward to occupy the open space, but at the same time, the whole team was surrounded by an ocean of imps.
Dozens of imps swarmed forward and completely surrounded a Knight of Lantonilan. They used their claws, teeth, and even bites on the Knight's arm or shoulder armor. The Knight struggled to resist, and turned around to pierce the throat of the imp that tried to climb up from the back of his horse. However, more imps grabbed his arm tightly at the same time, making his movements more and more difficult. In the end, after the Knight killed three or four imps, an imp finally lifted the helmet and scratched his face with its claws.
The Knight let out a scream and immediately tilted off the back of his horse. In an instant, he was dragged down by countless hands, and after a series of screams, he was dismembered by the imps on the spot. Even the poor warhorse was torn to pieces.
Brando could not help but feel a wave of disgust when he saw the imps grabbing the Knight's broken limbs and turning toward him with their faces covered in blood. Although it was not that he had never seen such a scene in the game, it was, after all, a product of 'reconciliation', and was not directly displayed in front of him like this.
However, after all, he had been on the battlefield for a long time, and the burning anger in his heart was far stronger than the feeling of nausea. He protected the pale Amandina with one hand, and with a wave of his right hand, the sword flashed, and the three imps that pounced on him were suddenly cut into seven or eight pieces of minced meat.
The stinking rain of blood blended into the rain and sprinkled on the two of them. Blood beads and minced meat fell on Amandina, so disgusting that she almost vomited, but she hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand.
"What's wrong? Are you okay? "Brando quickly took the time to ask.
"No," Amandina shook her head weakly, "My Lord, take care of your own safety."
"I know."
"Look over there!" Someone screamed.
Brando looked up and saw that in the red sea, several hill-like behemoths were 'breaking' through the waves. Their tall bodies seemed to be made of dense flesh mounds, and their three huge heads moved up and down as they galloped, each revealing a scarlet tongue. These monsters rushed down from the hills not far away and crashed into the dense formation of the imps, directly knocking the low-level demons away or trampling them into minced meat. It seemed that they did not need to consider slowing down at all.
Cerberus.
Behind them, there were more Cerberus, just like a group of sharks converging into the red sea. The towering backs exposed in the midst of the monsters were their fins that separated the waves.
Brando's heart tightened, the demons' reaction was faster than he expected. He suddenly found that he had underestimated these monsters. He estimated the combat power of these demons based on the level of his own era, but he soon found that these demons seemed to be more powerful than in the game.
"Close the formation, be careful of their breath!" Brando had to remind them loudly, "The Shire!"
"I understand, My Lord!"
Under the protection of a few Knights, the young wizard held a staff in his left hand and pointed his right hand into the distance — the Magic Triangle forward. "Dragon Strike!" With a loud bang, the light net expanded in front of The Shire, and a beam of green light shot out from the blazing center, passing through the curtain of rain and drawing a slightly curved straight line along the horizon.
The light beam hit the head of a Cerberus and penetrated it diagonally from the back into the cerebellum, completely vaporizing the spine and part of the brain. The other end of the light spear went straight out, and the huge force pushed the hill-like demon back, and its corpse fell far away into a group of imps, crushing countless of them.
Then, two low-level Cerberus could not dodge in time and were burned to ashes.
The green light beam went forward, unstoppable.
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On Brando's retina, the ghostly green numbers were jumping. This number was a little higher than he had expected, but this was not a good thing. It meant that the Cerberus was a little higher than he had expected. To be honest, the players in the game encountered demons very late in the game. At that time, things like the Cerberus were just cannon fodder, and he really did not consider how strong the demons were.
But now, it seemed that they were at least at the upper level of the Gold level.
They were indeed the sixth-grade troops of this era.
The Shire turned around and released another Dragon Strike. This time, after the demons learned their lesson, they had little effect and only killed one Cerberus. In just the time it took to cast two spells, the huge Cerberus had already closed in on them.
The first to bear the brunt was Brando, who was at the front. One of the Cerberus was like a madman as it knocked away the imps and pounced on him, three huge mouths biting down on his shoulder and head at the same time. If Brando had been a moment slower, he would have been decapitated.
But unfortunately, before they could open their mouths, Brando nimbly ducked, as if Brando had already dodged before the Cerberus could attack. It just so happened that the timing was critical, and the monster did not even have time to react and had already pounced on empty air.
It bit the air, and Brando had already drilled under its head. His left hand let go of Amandina's elbow and struck upwards, hitting the Cerberus' neck with a crack.
The Cerberus was different from the Cerberus. It took them a long time to become the leader of the Cerberus, and after countless battles, their combat experience was much richer than their low-level counterparts. As soon as Brando drilled under its belly, it immediately reacted, lowering its head and opening its mouth to spit.
If it was a normal warrior, they would have been spat out. Unfortunately, it was facing Brando, and the young lord was even more familiar with it than the monster itself. He struck upwards with his elbow, and immediately knocked the Cerberus' spit back to its original form.
It whimpered, and almost vomited back into its stomach. The intense pain made the Cerberus unable to retaliate, and then Brando took the opportunity to stand up and directly held this huge thing up high. At the same time, he swung Halran Gaia in his right hand and directly cut it in half.
… … (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to qidian.com to vote for me. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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