Before the demon defenders in the room could catch their breath, the door that looked so thick exploded and turned into shards of wood that flew everywhere.

Before the smoke cleared, the soldiers of the Demon Minions Army entered through the smoke. Holding their shields aloof, they formed a slender tortoiseshell formation, and with neat steps, they rushed into the temple.

The demon defenders on all sides fired a volley of bows and arrows, but most of them were nailed to heavy shields. Only a few magic arrows pierced the shield, inflicting casualties on the Demon Minions.

After surviving a rain of arrows with their shields, the demons of the servant army suddenly dispersed, and these heavily armored shield soldiers got out of the way, and the lightly armed demon troops rushed in with their swords held high, instantly expanding their attacking front.

The demon defenders were caught off guard, but they also knew that they could not retreat. So they wielded their swords and fought with the enemy in front of them, desperate to kill the enemy back.

An old demon used the long sword in his hand to slash down a neatly armored demon soldier, but his long sword got stuck in the gap in the armor and couldn't pull it out.

Another demon in heavy armor, carrying a giant shield and a long sword rushed over, and he had to abandon his sword and flee.

The giant shielded servant soldier ran through a demonic defender who stood in his way, desperate to kill the old demon who had stumbled and fled. Behind him, several demon defenders had been cut down by the other servants, and black blood had soaked the wooden benches used to worship the origin of magic.

The old demon finally had no way back, and several demon defenders had already died in the places he passed. He stooped down and picked up a long sword from the ground, turned and slashed at the enemy who was constantly chasing him.

The demon soldier with the giant shield was also unambiguous, and raised the big shield to directly withstand this powerful slash.

Then he twisted his elbow and relocated his shield to his arm. In this way, the long sword is embedded in the shield, and the torque of the shield will cause the long sword to come out of the opponent's palm, which can be regarded as directly disarming the opponent.

It's a simple fighting technique, and as long as the shield player keeps training such tactical moves every day. As he twisted his shield, the sword stabbed out from the edge of the shield and slammed into the other's chest like a snake spitting out a letter.

Attacking the head or limbs is stupid, and the most effective way to fight is to aim at the chest attack that is easiest to target. Inflicting unbearable damage on the opponent as much as possible is the way to win the battle.

The old demon was also a veteran, and he felt from his palm that the long sword was out of control, so he decisively let go of his hand holding the long sword, and followed the direction of the opponent's twisting shield, avoiding the oncoming long sword.

It's a pity that this kind of dodge, although it can effectively avoid the opponent's stabbing sword, has to discard the weapon in his hand.

I saw that the old demon took out a dagger from his waist, jumped high and stabbed it into the neck of the servant soldier.

The dagger pierced accurately through the collar, avoiding the helmet and sturdy shoulder armor. Blood flowed through the cracks in the armor, and the demon threw away his sword and shield, clasped his hands around his neck, and staggered to the ground.

But before the old demon could rejoice that he had won the battle, he saw a demon with a helmet and armor rushing towards him.

The old demon picked up the steel longsword produced by the Ellanhill Empire on the ground with his foot, and prepared to have a good fight with the other party.

He was confident that he had already slain seven enemies who had come to him alone because of the rout along the way. These demon soldiers of the servant army look tall and brave, but they lack training, they can only attack in the way they are trained, and they do not have the spirituality of warriors.

So, once he got to the room where the queue couldn't function, he was able to find an opportunity to take out the recruits.

The center of gravity was just right, and the extremely sharp steel longsword of Iran Hill gave him incomparable courage, as long as he had such a weapon, he felt that he could fight three more strong men like the one just now.

The demon of the servant army on the opposite side wore a mask armor and didn't look stronger than the others, and as long as he avoided his sword-wielding slash, he could find an air strike back.

After sketching out a set of counterattacks in his mind, the old demon bent down slightly, gathered strength, and prepared for battle.

In the next second, he saw the other party's long sword stabbing in front of his face with lightning speed.

Before he had time to think about it, his head had just turned off when the blade of the long sword opened his ears. Black blood splattered, and the old demon's hair stood on end in a cold sweat, and he immediately took a few steps back, only then did he stabilize his figure.

The other party seemed to be stunned for a moment when he found that this old demon could actually open his sword, and then he lifted his face armor, revealing a delicate face: "Not bad! You can catch my sword! ”

High-level demons! The old demon had a spirit all over his body - this was not a character he could deal with, and the gap in combat power between him and a high-level demon was the gap between a mortal and a high-level magician.

Instinctively, the old demon wanted to turn around and run away, but he didn't dare to move a single step. Because if even one is not careful, he will be killed by this dangerous enemy in front of him.

He didn't even know why such a high-level demon would take the lead in rushing into the demon temple wearing ordinary armor.

"Curious?" Buckling his visor back to his face, the young high-ranking demon slashed a feathered arrow from the side with his longsword with a wave of his hand.

Another high-level demon who was also wearing a mask came over with a long sword stained with black blood, glanced at the old demon opposite, snorted coldly and said to the young high-level demon: "Don't underestimate the enemy! ”

"Got it!" Reminded by his companion, the young high-level demon stopped talking nonsense, and rushed towards the old demon with a flick of the long sword.

The old demon was terrified, and he held his sword in front of his face, and with all his strength he blocked the blade that rushed straight at him. Before he could dodge, he was hit in the shoulder by oncoming magic.

His entire arm, shoulder, half of his neck, and a chest were instantly shredded by the beating lightning.

At the moment when this old demon fell, he saw magic shining everywhere in the hall, and on the side of the servant army, there were at least dozens of powerful high-level demons, who were launching a bloody slaughter.