The soaring light even attracted Kil'Gardan's idea, and the fraudster pursed his lips at the sight of Venucci. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"I really don't want to admit that these poor little creatures were once my compatriots." With that, Kilgardan nodded at Venuschi, "Little one, join the Legion, your innovation will give you a place in the Legion - the great Burning Legion is much stronger than the useless Light." ”

"Even, how about I try to resurrect your poor parents?"

Venucci, however, did not lift his head, but concentrated on the largest set of instruments, and the scorching light burned all over his body, but it did not hinder his skillfulness in installing them.

The ignored fraudster let out a low roar, and a demon-summoning circle appeared not far from Venucci, and four Cerberus surged out of it, roaring towards Venucci.

Seeing this, Drunken Wind hurriedly cast the Genshin clone again, and rushed forward to stop the four hellhounds, just one clone corresponds to a hellhound.

"Can I only say that it is worthy of Kilgardan?"

The Cerberus that was originally just a low-level demon was greatly strengthened under the summoning of Kilgardan, and these demons were not only able to devour arcane energy, but even the elemental and true qi of the drunken wind were swallowed up a lot because of the surprise when they were fighting!

Drunken Wind swears that he will never choose demons as opponents again, especially these damned Cerberus.

If we talk about Doomsday Guard and Hellfire, the smell of burning sulfur is emanating from all over the body; Then, the Abyss Demon King exudes a foul stench that represents decay; And the most disgusting Cerberus, they have no smell of their own, but in the feeling of drunkenness, these big dogs who love to gnaw on magic, and the smell they emit is called hunger - it is difficult to describe this feeling, like a starving ghost, who can never eat.

These greedy hellhounds treat drunken and deadly attacks as the best delicacy.

As a result, the elemental clone of the drunken wind has become a burden. Lacking the means of physical attack, Drunken Wind became constrained, and could only force these damn hellhounds back through the furious thunderbolt,

Eventually, after a constant battle, Drunken Wind discovered that these Cerberus were extremely weak in defense against magical attacks based on physical attacks - the flames could not hurt them, but the flames ignited by alcohol could severely burn them!

Discovering this phenomenon, Drunken Wind finally found a way to deal with these Cerberus.

"Drunken clouds!"

"Flame Breath!"

The Cerberus found that their means of survival, against magic, were completely ineffective in the face of a fire ignited by a high concentration of alcohol. So they began to wail in the flames, but still could not escape the fate of being burned to death.

"Rubbish! How could the Burning Legion have such a waste - Cerberus burned to death by the flames, you will become a joke of the worlds and disgrace the Burning Legion! ”

Kilgardan roared, and just as he was about to summon the demon again, Venucci's instrument was finally ready, and the holy light in the instrument began to charge, and the holy light on the little one's own body served as a charging fire, igniting the huge reactor.

The instrument began to be enveloped in light.

"Oh no, the energy in the pendant is not enough to support the operation of the instrument!"

Vinucci had no choice but to find that once he ran this huge Holy Light Transmitter with all his might, the Holy Light in his pendant was just a drop in the bucket! In desperation, Venucci could only install the angry heart in his hand at the energy source in the center of the instrument.

The light began to flow smoothly in the instrument, and Venucci watched it all in fascination, smiling with relief.

"Feel the power of the Light!"

Inside the crystal at the top of the instrument, a huge amount of holy light extracted from the heart of anger was gathered, and with a roar from Venucci, a substantial beam of holy light was formed, shooting directly at Kil'Gardan's shadow shield.

Kil'Gardan, the shield that could bounce off Lothar's full force, melted like butter cut by a red-hot knife. The holy light from the Atamar Crystal not only shattered Kil'Gardan's shadow shield, but also sliced off a fiery red beard like a tentacle on his jaw!

"Enough is enough, you damn little bitch!"

Kil'Gardan had conquered countless worlds and had never been so humiliated - he had never imagined that a stinking child would be able to hurt his own body, even though the child had the power of the Atama Crystal, but the wound was the wound. At this moment, Kil'Gardan is desperate for revenge, the most brutal of revenge.

"Wanderer! Your soul will be tormented forever! At this time, Kil'Gardan had already crawled out of the summoning circle with half of his body, and he stretched out his left hand, and pointed his index finger at Venuschi, a ray full of aging and pain, from Kil'Gardan's index finger, pointed at Venuschi.

At this time, the little guy was still immersed in the joy of his successful invention, and did not realize the danger, and although Drunken Wind and Onexia had discovered the ray, it was too late to stop it.

At this moment, with a loud roar.

"Help!"

Lothar rushed to the scene.

He grasped his sword in his right hand, and in his left hand he held up a large, red-hot stone, the corpse of a slain Abyssal Demon, which absorbed the power of the curse before it fell apart in an instant, turning into ashes.

His own attacks failed one after another, causing Kilgardan to fall into a rare rage.

"Good, mortal. I was just trying to surprise my old friend, but I didn't expect to meet such an interesting ant as you - since you're willing to fight, I'll let you know what the power of the Burning Legion is! ”

With Kil'gardan's words, pure shadows and evil energy descended from the sky, weaving into a dense web of negative energy, covering Drunken Wind, Onexia Lothar, and Venucci.

Just when the large grille was under the large grille, Venucci turned all the instruments to the maximum power.

At this time, the shattered person did not have a single intact skin on his body, and his shriveled body was scorched by the holy light, but he could not shed even a drop of blood. Especially on his chest, Bai Sensen's ribs can already be seen!

The enormous, unbearable pain made the little one's consciousness begin to blur.

But in the midst of this endless pain, Venucci smiled brightly.

"I succeeded, and the Light did not abandon me! Grandpa Veron, did you see that? The Light is not dead and will not die! ”

With the last of his strength, Venucci tore through the net of negative energy, and then, throwing himself on the instrument he had worked so, fell into a bright light.