"Tyrell! Your holy sword can't hurt me! High in the sky above the Stone Fortress, Diablo laughed wildly, swinging its thick claws to easily dislodge the oncoming Adruin, and then roared and spewed a bloodlet of lightning at the Righteous Arch.

Behind it, the Archangel of Destiny, Iseriel, flickered here, and the crystal stick wrapped in a rich Flame smashed down on the head of the Dreadlord.

Boom!

With a muffled sound, an arm made of pure hellish energy stretched out from the pitch-black aura beside Diablo, easily blocking the blow.

As the white gold flame flew, a fierce black flame slammed down the crystal stick, forcing Iseril to retreat.

The strength of this terrifying monster is so terrifying that only the heroic angel Impreus can compete with it.

After the two archangels were forced to retreat, Diablo immediately began to fight back, and it quickly moved through the sky at a speed completely inconsistent with its huge body, steaming black flames and a terrifying aura everywhere surging towards the two archangels.

Tyrell waved the Adruin in his hand widely, and the pure white light emitted by the Righteous Flame formed a solid barrier around him.

Terrifying black flames slammed into the ramparts, and the violent tremors sent Tyrell flying violently.

On the other side, Isseril danced the crystal stick in his hand into a ball of white-gold light, and the divine aura was firmly guarding him.

Raging!!

The fire of fear ignited the air around the battlefield, and the two archangels involuntarily stepped back step by step.

They are constantly trying to shake off their current decline and fight back against the Dreadhead, but Diablo's great strength and extremely unfavorable forms on the battlefield make their efforts pale and powerless.

"Give it up! The Eternal War is coming to an end! The High Heavens must be destroyed! ”

Diablo shouted loudly, and the black fire of fear around him turned into a ball of fireballs the size of a small house and smashed into the two archangels and the holy stone fortress below.

Not far from this battlefield, three super powerhouses of the legendary level who were reinforced by humans were fighting with two strange ** who looked exactly like Diablo, but their bodies showed a pitch-black luster.

These things are the primordial incarnation of the Dread Demon God, and they are also one of the fear archetypes.

They have a strength that is not inferior to Diablo himself, but they are only less resistant to blows.

But this terrifying energy monster is largely immortal, and as long as Diablo itself is not in trouble, it can summon these avatars endlessly from the Realm of Fear.

Marcel, the Angel of Wisdom who had previously fought against Diablo with Tyrell and Iseriel, suffered a great loss at the hands of this incarnation, and was seriously injured by Diablo before he had to withdraw from the field to receive treatment from Oriel, the Archangel of Hope.

Now only the two archangels of Tyrell and Isseriel are left facing the Dreaded Demon God, and as for the strong ones reinforced by the human side, it is not enough to face Diablo's true body head-on.

Therefore, they can only help the two archangels around to sweep the formation, help them attract the attention of those incarnations, and reduce the pressure on the archangels.

However, after losing a strong combat power, Tyrell and Iseriel were completely suppressed when facing Diablo, and even though they also unleashed their primordial power, they still looked a little unsightly in front of the Dreadgod Domain, which had fully formed the Dread Domain.

Just as the two archangels were losing ground under Diablo's furious onslaught, the situation on the battlefield of the fortress below was becoming more and more critical.

Diablo, who was in absolute advantage, suddenly stopped the pace of continuing to attack.

The demon god stood silently in the air, his eyes suddenly filled with astonishment and disbelief in the yellow mist.

"What's going on?"

This sudden scene made both archangels feel a little inexplicable.

The Archangel of Fate flew up to Tyrell with a long stick in hand and asked him with some confusion.

"I don't know, what kind of conspiracy is this demon playing?"

Tyrell's hand holding Edron trembled a little, and the blow he had just collided with Diablo made him feel a little overwhelmed to this day.

"Be vigilant and see what it wants to do....." Isseriel waved his crystal stick, and a cloud of platinum flames surrounded the two of them.

Diablo, the Dreadgod of Horror, is the youngest of the Three Demon Lords of Hell, but he is also the most dangerous and scheming.

In the previous battles of the Eternal War, the High Heavens did not suffer a lot at the hands of this guy.

Just as the two archangels were raising their vigilance, Diablo, who was in the Fear Domain not far away, suddenly let out a scream that shook the sky.

A pure golden flame burst out from inside its body, and the intense divine energy was like a bomb that directly submerged the Dreaddemon God in it.

Not far away, in a realm intertwined with frost and flames, three human powerhouses dressed in plain robes and wearing purple masks on their faces suddenly saw the two-headed demon god avatars that were still roaming their primordial realms before suddenly turned into two black sparks, and then disappeared directly into the void.

The three of them glanced at each other, and their eyes under the masks were a little inexplicable.

At that moment, a roar of vengeance came from within the Realm of Fear, a majestic and majestic voice like an enraged king wielding a war hammer to slay the rebels.

"Diablo! The time for revenge has finally arrived! I've been waiting for this moment for thousands of years!

The enmity between you and me has finally come to settle today! ”

"Ahh Leorick!! How is this possible!? How can you... Belch! Ahh!!hhhh ”

This voice made the Dreaddemon God feel great consternation and disbelief, Skeletron's curse was originally placed by it himself, who else in this world can lift this curse except it?!

The golden flame burned brightly over its body, and the real pain it felt was from its soul.

When it cursed Leoric, it had twined its soul with Skeletron's soul because of its confidence in its own strength.

In order to absorb the fear caused by Skeletron's killing, it will feed itself.

But this soul bond has directly brought a huge backlash to it today, and the liberated King Leorik does not hesitate to ignite his own soul to severely damage this hellish demon that has brought great disaster to Tristram!

"This voice... Leorick?! He... Wasn't he turned into Skeletron? Tyrell watched in a bit of a daze as Diablo was constantly tormented by the golden flames, and for a moment he forgot that he was on the battlefield.

"Whatever it is, it doesn't look like a trap anyway, Terry! Here's your chance! ”

The Angel of Destiny quickly came to his senses, and he shouted at Tyrell, and then rushed towards Diablo with his crystal club.

"I know!" Tyrrell quickly came to his senses after this reminder, and with a display of the holy sword in his hand, the whole person turned into a holy light and rushed forward with Iseriel.