The line of defense of order composed of thirty-seven planes, the first of which bears the brunt of the mid-plane 'Black Steel Continent'.

This is a plane ruled by the god of metal, and the whole world is a heavy continent made entirely of metal, and the supergravity that exists at all times is enough to crush any ordinary person who accidentally enters it into a meatloaf.

With a conventional gravity of 1:5, the natural geographical advantage has become the first position to block the invasion of the abyss.

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The old pickpocket Bagir shook his stiff wings, and the unfamiliar body made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Grey feathers cover his body, and his hands and feet are like the claws of birds, but they are sharp enough to claw rocks with ease.

Through his shiny claws, Bagir could see his current reflection.

An ugly, hateful, vulture-like face, with a long beak that defies the bird's body structure, and grows dense, twisted and intertwined sharp teeth.

Thinking back to the experience of half a year ago, Bagir couldn't help but have a ridiculous experience.

Half a year ago, he was still an old pickpocket in the harbor city to make a living, until he was bewitched by the devil and became a blasphemer, everything went on a different trajectory.

After being hacked to death by a paladin, Baguir was resurrected from purgatory and became what he is now...... No, no, no, the memory is a little wrong, the original self was just a lowly depraved minion, until he was lucky enough to survive several major battles, swallowing the corpses of countless people of his own kind or demons before becoming what he is now.

The next infernal race - the Winged Demons! (Creature Levels 9-15)

Thinking back to his own experiences as a human being, Bagill finds it absurd and ridiculous.

Sure enough, those fat-headed and big-eared priests are all deceiving people, what's wrong with becoming a devil, and now he can tear apart several captains of the guard who used to be able to roll him all over the ground in almost a minute.

However, being a devil is not free.

The strict level of purgatory forces Bagir to obey the orders of a higher rank of the devil, and any slack and slackness may invite a severe beating.

After rushing out of the abyss, he followed a powerful arrogance demon to the black continent made of metal along with his allies of demons and demon mercenaries.

The gravity of 1:5 was only a few minutes, and the strong demon seed body had fully adapted to it, but the fallen minions that entered as cannon fodder together were crushed to death by nearly eighty percent when they first entered.

Damn it!

Bagir cursed in a low voice, without the cover of cannon fodder, he was directly exposed to the eyes of the enemy.

A mad-eyed monk dressed in an iron-gray robe rushed at it, chanting the name of the 'God of Metal', and then swung his metal short stick at Bajir and slashed at it.

The Winged Demon Man is unable to fly in this world, which is almost equivalent to nearly thirty percent of his combat power being abolished.

However, Bagir, who was still strong, did not care about the swing of the short stick, and grinned and reached out to pinch the monk's neck, pinching it off.

Looking at the corpse, still with a fanatical smile on his face, Bagir spat out:

"A bunch of maniacs!"

Do you really think you can enter the kingdom of God after death?

With a sneer, Bagil's chest bulged high, and immediately, a transparent shadow flew out of the monk's body and was sucked into Bagil's abdomen along his nose.

A terrifying chewing sound and a soul-piercing scream erupted in Bajil's grin.

Souls with faith taste good!

Looking around, the monks of the church fought with the demon seeds, but the number of demon seeds was far higher than the monks, almost thirty to one, and twenty-two inferior demons were separated from thirty.

The powerful Demon Tide tactics easily crushed the church forces that came to stop it, as if a carriage had crushed a praying mantis standing in front of the wheels.

To the left of Bajir are fellow devils, not only winged demons, but also all kinds of devils of different forms, inferior monsters of the lower rank, middle rank or no stream.

There are not many devils, but they are good at all kinds of tactics, and they are also good at figuring out people's hearts to set up conspiracies, and they can often win more with less.

Bagir doesn't like these people, and after retaining the mental will of a large number of humans, he prefers to fight alone like a demon, occasionally enslaving a few inferior demon species to serve himself.

The demons' attacks are often savage and crazy, reckless of consequences and costs, blindly charging, as if they have no brains.

Demon mercenaries are a bit special, they are hired armies, just to clear out some weak clergy, in the face of powerful cult forces, they are far away, let the demons resist.

The devil is also immersed in killing, but in the past few days, Bajir has been a little tired of it.

After a long journey, he repelled several incoming church forces, and his initial size had been reduced by one-third, and the arrogant war demon who was his top boss had his head cut off by a paladin as early as the last time, and now Bajir was being killed by his lieutenant, a hawk demon, who was his next level of advanced body.

Another attack was defeated, and finally, the demons reached their destination.

In front of Bajir was a steel jungle of black metal, a tall fortress with spikes that stood in all directions, and a floating sea of milky light slowly swam behind the fortress.

The final position leading to the fortress was a smooth and neat plain of shock, and as far as the eye could see, the demon seeds who came to support from all directions launched an extremely frantic attack on the steel fortress.

Between the floating seas of light, each time a white arrow of light slammed into the sky, and countless demon seeds died almost without resistance under the scorching of the arrow of holy light.

Bajir was shocked to see it, they were just one of the demon seeds that came to the aid all the way, and they were just an inconspicuous wave in the demon tide.

However, each round of light bolts can almost annihilate a dozen of these waves.

However, amid the screams of the Harpy Adjutant, Baguill had to charge hard.

If it retreats, it will be directly controlled by the fallen mages who accompany the army as a puppet, but it can be used as cannon fodder in the Shock Tide, or as food for the executioners sitting in the rear of the army.

"What is this?"

Almost wailing, Bagir charged, entering the battlefield to meet another round of light bolts.

In an instant, the sea of light rioted, and then condensed a ball of white light, rising like the sun.

The white sun sowed light at will, and the light of the holy light caused the demons to endure the sulfuric acid burning of their skin, but in the next moment, the sun flickered, and a thick white beam of light fell.

Countless demon seeds were annihilated in an instant in the light, and an astonishing blank appeared directly on the battlefield, and the amazing thing was that the white light only destroyed the demon seeds, without damaging the slightest bit of the surface. (https:)

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