Mesika's shriveled skin was wrapped around its thick bones, its ribs were protruding, and its eye sockets were withered and sunken from its three heads. It looked like a huge skeleton. From time to time, dark blue flames burst out of its body, which was the light emitted by the disintegration of demonic items due to the loss of magic power. Even its equipment protection had completely disintegrated. It was as if it had suddenly fallen from the throne of a brutal king to a penniless beggar. The huge psychological gap also brought with it a huge sense of insecurity. Although it was clear that it still had an advantage against Brando and The Shire, Mesika immediately used its remaining strength to cast a Flame Shield on itself.
It was as if this would make it feel more at ease.
However, The Shire's reaction was not slow either. When Brando asked it to attack, it immediately grabbed the staff that had fallen to the ground and recited the spell loudly, "I will turn this sharp and sharp into a sharp blade, so that it will separate everything. By the law of Tiamat, the Blade of Demetrius!"
He moved his hand forward, and the air in front of him stacked into layers of bright wind blades, and then instantly slashed at the Demon King of Hell, Mesika, who was not far away.
The Flame Shield hanging around Mesika was much stronger than the little thing on Brando's Crimson Blessing. The orange light on the magic shield was like a layer of orange grease, so thick that it was almost solid. The Shire's Dragon Blade slashed fiercely on the magic shield. It was as if it had stabbed into a pot of oil and stirred violently. The red grease on the hemispherical magic shield shook violently.
But it did not move at all.
"Hahaha!" Mesika took a step back in fear at first, only to find that The Shire could not penetrate its shield. The three heads could not help but laugh proudly. It was as if it had completely forgotten that it was still a Demon King of Hell. Normally, it would be a great insult to it if its shield was penetrated by a Gold-level Wizard.
"You can't kill me. Just wait for your death!" It shouted arrogantly.
But soon, it could no longer laugh, because after the Dragon's Blade swept across like a transparent blade, a black longsword appeared behind the spell. The slightly shining blade was like a thin silver line that parted the rain. The orange-red Flame Shield did not have any effect on the longsword at all. The longsword flashed through the air as if it was transparent, and it slashed right into the Dragon's chest.
A flash.
Brendel leapt through the rain and opened up a two-meter-long wound on the monster's chest with his sword. With a cold expression on his face, he pulled the blade down in mid-air. His movements were so skillful that it was as if he had completed the same move thousands of times in The Amber Sword. Suddenly, a purplish red rain of blood exploded in the rainy night.
Mesika's laughter stopped abruptly and was replaced by a sharp scream, or rather, a howl.
"Ah-!"
The scream immediately turned into a wail, and the huge body of the Demon King of Hell even fell back because of the impact. Brando landed steadily, and the huge Demon King fell to the ground at the same time.
But Mesika obviously did not die. Although the wound on its chest almost extended from below the shoulder to the lower abdomen, it was so deep that the bone could be seen. The flesh split open on both sides, revealing a shiny obsidian-like gem inside. It was the Dark Magic Stone of the demons, the source of their power. But this gem was now dim because it had lost its connection with the Sulfur River.
It was still waving its claws in the rain, trying to get up. The powerful vitality of the demons was undoubtedly revealed at this moment. The damaged muscles, soft tissues, and blood vessels were growing and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye. Some small fractures grew into new red scars in the blink of an eye.
But Brendel was not going to give the Devil King a chance to fully recover. He immediately jumped onto the Devil King's stomach and stepped on its chest. At the same time, he raised Halran Gaia high up in the air.
"No, don't!" Mesika finally panicked, and the three heads showed a look of fear at the same time. "You can't kill me! I accept that woman's slavery. What do you want? I can give you power and authority, and everything you want! "
Brando was unmoved.
"Ahhhhh, I know," it screamed like a pig being slaughtered, "I can help you resurrect that little girl!"
At that moment, the Wind Empress felt the psychological change in Brando, "Don't listen to its nonsense, Brando." She hurriedly reminded him.
But Brando's heart was only slightly moved, and he immediately reacted. "Resurrect?" He sneered, "It's turning into a demon, but Amandina doesn't need that kind of ending!"
The sword stabbed down.
But it was at this moment that a cold light separated the rain and flew over.
A silver light came from afar and hit Brando's downward blade. With a clear sound, the Halran Gaia suddenly tilted to one side, almost piercing the Magic Stone on Mesika's chest.
"Ahhh!"
The Demon King of Hell screamed again. Today was probably the unluckiest day since its birth. A dignified King of Hell was like a pig hanging by a thread and being trampled on at will.
But it could only blame its bad luck. Among the Demon Kings of the lower world, Brando knew the true names of the seven lords of the upper hell who had been to the human world. This knowledge was meaningless in the previous world, because the seven of them had already been killed by the twenty-five-legged man, and no one knew when they would be resurrected.
But here, this thing had undoubtedly become its death sentence.
Brando's sword was blocked, and he subconsciously took a step back. It was a dagger that was now stuck in the grass beside him. The power of that thing was amazing, at least at the level of Elemental Activation. Of course, it was not at Mesika's current level of decline, but at the level of a true mid-level Elemental Activation at its peak.
Could it be a high-level demon?
He shook his numb wrist and looked up, only to see an old acquaintance standing in the rainy night.
The Eagle Swordsman, Devard.
"This guy …" This guy was obviously not here to seek revenge. Brando immediately thought of the person behind him, Grand Duke Arreck. He had almost forgotten about this guy, or perhaps it should be said that this guy seemed to have disappeared after leaving the Anderla Cathedral.
But now this old fox had finally appeared.
After he showed his last trump card.
…
In the middle of the battlefield, the demons' offensive had weakened.
In fact, the last few waves of their arrows had already begun to turn in the direction of the portal, leaving only a few Hellhounds and Brute Devils with manic thoughts to continue to besiege the princess and her party.
But they were no longer a threat. The strength of Leider and Cruz's Holy Cathedral Knight was more than enough to block the attacks that had lost their power. They used their actions to teach these chaotic creatures the courtesy of the battlefield.
The head of the killed demon was stuck on a spear. Those spears originally belonged to another group of imps. They should have been snatched from the Coast Guards at first, because the spears had the emblem and manufacturing number of Ampere Seale on them.
These spears formed a circle around the team.
"They are turning towards Brando," Her Royal Highness looked worriedly into the distance, "We can't let them leave like this!"
"But what can we do, Your Royal Highness of Erouine?"
Stephen, a Cruz Holy Cathedral Knight, replied with a wry smile.
Everyone was covered in wounds and exhausted. Most of the knights had been killed, and only two or three of them were left. There were also a few witches who had been supporting the battle from behind, but they were of no use in such a situation.
The witch named Babasha had also run off somewhere.
"Leave it to me!" A muddy and heavy voice that seemed to roll out from the throat replied weakly. The one who spoke was Garlock, who was lying on the ground and gasping for breath. He was pierced by a spear in the previous battle and his hand was seriously injured, "I may be able to cast a teleportation spell again. Although it won't be as far as last time, I can find a way to teleport you in front of them."
"But are you okay, Master Garlock?" Her Royal Highness asked with some concern. Anyone could see that the old wizard was not in a good state.
"Fortunately … Ahem, I have recovered a little strength and can cast it again." Garlock replied, "Don't worry, Your Royal Highness."
"Then I'll leave it to you, Master Garlock." Princess Gryphine nodded.
Leider suddenly walked over and patted the shoulder of the old wizard lying on the ground. Garlock glanced at the old lion of the kingdom. He shook his head and struggled to get up to get his staff. The Knight beside him hurriedly helped him up.
But Garlock the Wanderer gently waved his hand and pushed the others away. He picked up his staff and glanced at everyone one by one. Finally, he glanced at the portal that seemed to be far away in the sky.
Then he began to recite the spell. It was a little difficult at first, but it gradually became smoother.
The space began to tremble again.
A familiar white halo spread out over the battlefield. But this time, there were no more demon warlocks to stop the spell from taking shape, because they had already turned into stinking corpses.
The halo suddenly spread out in front of the demon army like a gate. The next moment, Princess Gryphine and the others appeared on the grass. A moment ago, they were still behind the demon army and were left far behind by these chaotic creatures. But the next moment, they were blocking the path of the demon army.
Everyone had a certain degree of resistance to teleportation spells. This time, they were only slightly dizzy and came back to their senses. They immediately saw the approaching Demon Army, and everyone immediately turned around to face the incoming Demon Army.
But it was at this moment that the princess suddenly realized that Garlock and the two seriously injured Anthony Knight had disappeared.
"Where are Master Garlock and the others?" Princess Gryphine asked immediately.
"He stayed over there, Your Royal Highness. His strength is no longer enough to teleport everyone. The three of them stayed behind after some discussion. "Leider sighed and replied.
Her Royal Highness was slightly stunned. How could someone as intelligent as her not understand what he meant?
"But why didn't you tell me?"
"Everyone has the right to choose to be a hero, Your Royal Highness. He was waiting for us in another world, and we were just going to arrive later — after stopping these monsters. "
The half-elf girl bit her lip.
"I understand." She nodded.
The old White Lion bowed slightly to her. It was the etiquette of an old courtier to a young princess. Then the old Knight turned around with a longsword in his hand. At that moment, thunder and lightning intertwined, zigzagging and flashing in the sky, piercing through the layers of dark clouds.
The demon army had discovered the 'mantis' blocking their way.
They had no intention of stopping.
… …
On the battlefield, the advantage of the demons had been stripped away layer by layer. The original absolute advantage had now become entanglement. It was as if there were two dying opponents on the battlefield, waiting to see who would die first.
Brando stood in the pouring rain and stared at Devard the Eagle in front of him. Neither of them looked like they had been fished out of the water, but no one noticed this.
What was Arreck trying to do?
As early as in The Amber Sword, the players had such suspicions.
Because of the bizarre death of Her Royal Highness, all the blame was directed at the Grand Duke — and Cruz's people. But the conspiracy behind it was obviously far more than that. The players had also found traces of the cultists, but this series of investigations eventually dissipated completely because of Erouine's demise.
Brando would rather believe that Grand Duke Arreck was the suspect, and now that Devard the Eagle had appeared, his guess was confirmed.
But it might not be what he wanted to see.
Devard the Eagle Swordsman had already drawn his longsword in front of him. This put Brando in a dilemma for a moment. Should he let go of the King of Chaos? The problem was that The Shire was obviously no match for Devard.
He didn't know what was going on with this guy, but his broken hand had almost recovered in a few days. It must be the devil's work. At least when Brando saw this guy holding a sword in one hand before in the temple, he didn't look like he had recovered from his injury.
This thought flashed through his mind.
Devard had already shot towards him. "The Shire!" Brando shouted.
The Shire immediately began to set up a protective spell. He picked up his staff, but no one expected that at this time, the oak staff in his hand shattered like glass without warning.
The broken pieces of wood seemed to have been hit by something, and in an instant, they spontaneously combusted and turned into ashes in the blink of an eye. The young wizard couldn't help but scream, and a large piece of skin had been burned off the hand holding the staff.
"What the hell is this!" He raised his head.
A ripple visible to the naked eye in the air was sweeping across the entire battlefield.
The arc of electricity crackled as it swept across the entire grassland, and the meadow where it passed was immediately scorched. And people's hair stood up as if it had been swept by static electricity, and immediately there was a burning smell.
"Ring of Lightning!" The Shire screamed.
This was not a high-level spell, nor did it occupy a high level in the ring spell system. But no one had ever heard of a level two spell that could cover a battlefield that was several kilometers wide.
Without The Shire's spell cover, Devard stabbed at Brando like a bolt of lightning. Brando had no choice but to give up Mesika in his hand, pull the Halran Gaia out of the King of Chaos' chest, and at the same time, roll back to avoid the sword.
Mesika on the ground let out another painful howl. But it finally found a chance to escape, and without waiting for the wound on its chest to recover, it immediately got up from the ground.
"The Shire, what's the matter, where's your spell?" Brando immediately asked without looking back. He was anxious because he did not know how long Amandina could hold on. If her soul completely disappeared, even Martha would not be able to save her.
The problem was, there was not much time left.
"I don't know!" The Shire was looking in the direction of the Ring of Lightning.
He immediately let out a shrill scream.
Brando had never heard The Shire make such a sound, and he heard his mage attendant shouting his name, "My Lord, look behind you!"
There was a loud bang.
Brando subconsciously turned his head, and then he was stunned to see a huge black shadow breaking through the ground and slowly standing up from the ground in the direction of Ampere Seale.
At that moment, his mind was blank, "This is impossible!"
How could there be a Titan Statue here?
Had he traveled to the end of the Slate War?
… (To be continued. 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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