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Crises always come when a person is at their proudest!

Such a life motto is obviously also suitable for the Horned Demon Overseer, Lord Mordo.

Just as it was dancing its whip excitedly, rolling up one horned demon after another, and throwing them into the fiercest point of the battle, the attack came.

A muscular figure sprang out of the crowd of corpses in the distance, flipped straight into the air, and stomped on the dense human head with its swift and nimble lower limbs towards the Horned Demon Overseer.

This is a distinctly mutated ghoul. Pale skin, cruel claws, sharp teeth, loose hair, and pale eyes. This is a common trait of ghouls, but the ghoul in front of you is very different.

The wrinkled crust not only gives it a certain degree of physical resistance, but also radiates a kind of crystal warm luster, which is obviously not weak in magic resistance. The sharp claws of the limbs were cold, and the tip of each head that it stepped on with its strength left deep claw marks. This also includes several horned demons covered in scales.

Most of the time, it runs upright with its body on its back, and occasionally leans down when it gets excited, rushing left and right like a predatory cheetah.

As the distance approached, several of the elite Horned Demons guarding the Horned Overseer's side realized its threat and rushed forward with a howl.

The two horned demons swooped up, their heavy and muscular bodies slamming straight into the petite ghoul like a battering cone, while the other three horned demons also jumped, weaving together in the air to form a large net of interception.

The two horned demons, who were more than 4 times the height and weight of the other party, howled excitedly, their bodies volleyed into the air, their big mouths full of fine and sharp fangs and inverted teeth, and the sticky saliva hung at the corners of their mouths, crumbling in the cold wind blowing in their faces.

Just as they waved their thick arms to grab the oncoming ghoul, a staggering skeleton in the middle of the crowd of corpses far behind had completed its gorgeous transformation.

One moment it was a white and loose white bone skeleton, and the next moment, the short but delicate white bone staff, the ornate and solemn magic crown, the exquisite mysterious magic robes, the well-fitting storage belt, and the delicate boots that sparkled with spiritual light were already draped all over the body. Even the only free left hand, the white bone finger, had three glowing magic rings on it.

In the finger of the skeleton mage's bone staff, a turquoise light suddenly floated above the ghoul body that was about to collide with the horned demon, and the ghoul disappeared.

In fact, the ghoul did not disappear, but due to the blessing of "Cat's Swiftness" and "Free Walking", its speed increased dramatically, and it was an alternative effect that broke away from the other party's vision in a very short period of time.

The bodies of the five elite horned demons who jumped up to intercept suddenly sank, and their center of gravity lost control due to the malicious stampede of a certain guy, and they slammed into each other. When their heavy bodies smashed several shallow pits into the ground, crushing a group of cowardly demons who did not have long eyes, the demons on the spotter found huge blood holes in the middle of their skulls.

At the moment of chaos when the demons were on their backs, the Horned Demon Overseer Mordo, who was behind him, captured a swift figure that swooped down in the void with a dynamic vision that far surpassed that of ordinary Horned Demons.

At some point, the ghoul had leapt 30 meters into the air, turning into a rapidly spinning spinning top, with a sharp tip pointed straight into the heart of the Horned Demon Overseer. And on the ghoul's outstretched claws, a pair of sharp fingers with a faint light came into view.

Mordo cursed loudly. No matter what the other party's finger sleeve is enchanted with, whether it is "sharp" or "armor-piercing", or "bleeding", "tearing" or something, he doesn't want to take this blow.

The thick demonic whip that was about to catch up with the ghoul's arm whipped around with a shrill roar. This time it was real, and the violent force was enough to directly pull away the ghoul's not strong body.

A mocking smile appeared on the mutant ghoul's ugly, white-haired face, and the next moment the curled up figure had disappeared in place. This time it really disappeared, and the demonic whip slashed through the void, bringing out a ripple that could not be dissipated for a long time, but did not touch any entity.

The Horned Demon Overseer's bulky body was as big as the Frost Giant, and his thick left arm was already in front of his heart, and then he let out a miserable howl that overwhelmed the audience. A spinning top figure that was still spinning at high speed had already chiseled through his sturdy left arm, rubbing against the close-fitting bronze armor with a piercing "zizi" sound. If it weren't for his proper defense, he would have been pierced by the other party just this time.

Moldor howled miserably as he waved his arm and threw the other man out. The stout left arm, which was comparable to an elephant's leg, had already suffered a penetrating wound the size of a sea bowl, and due to the excessive force, he almost broke his own arm.

The sheer power of the Horned Overseers is not something that ghouls can resist. The mutant ghoul fell out of the way involuntarily, and although he dodged the pounce of several elite horned demons, he was also covered in injuries on the ground.

He is an agile warrior, and his ability is reflected in the sharpness of his attacks and the swiftness of his movements, but when it comes to defense, he really can't talk about it. I had applied the teleportation necklace in advance, but I didn't succeed in decapitating the big man, but I just made him lose an arm and burrow a small eye in his armor.

Such success is in any case disproportionate to one's own efforts. But if he didn't want to be planted in this bloody battlefield, it was time to retreat.

There was a muffled "poof" sound, like a giant octopus farting, and the small battlefield was suddenly obscured by the gushing out of dark mist.

"It's the dark fog of Haka! This means that I still have a chance to ......" Thinking about this in an instant, the mutant ghoul Karui increased in speed sharply, turning into an off-string arrow, and threw himself into the black mist in a few vertical jumps. Behind him, several horned demons with pierced hearts and skulls fell to the ground wailing.

There are others in the black mist!

This was Karui's first feeling after rushing in.

In the deep black mist, the Horned Demon Overseers are still fighting hard. The earth-shattering roar, the sharp sound of breaking wind, and the strange sound of a sharp blade cutting through tough cowhide were completely intertwined, revealing the fierceness and ferocity of the battle in the depths of darkness.

As an undead, Karui does not rely entirely on the cloudy eyeballs to see, but more often on the senses of smell and touch, coupled with a faint telepathy. In such an invisible environment, the loss of combat power is far less than that of demons.

Therefore, when he could discern the diminutive figure that matched the Horned Demon Overseer, he pounced on it without hesitation and joined the warband.

Moldo, the Horned Overseer, feels terrible.

Wandering in the shadows, the elusive short man was like a slick snake, always at his side, biting him when he wasn't looking. And Moldo's return fire often falls in the air. Whether it's a pillar-like iron fist or a crackling demon's whip, they can't keep up with the opponent's swift figure.

Since the beginning of the war, he has been stabbed by the opponent more than 30 times, but he has not had a chance to fight the opponent once.

Mordo roared angrily, and with a great stampede, his heavy hooves smashed a deep pit into the ground, and the splatters of rubble slammed into all directions, and some of the finer dust rose uncharacteristically.

The Horned Overseers are slow to move, and despite their large and powerful bodies, they struggle to escape the grip of agile Assassins. But it has only anger and no fear. It is impossible for this little bug's poor attack power to do anything to it, as long as his elite horned demon guards rush over, he can tear this little bug to pieces!

Therefore, Mordo kept yelling, in addition to venting his frustration that he could not hit the enemy, he was giving orders to his subordinates around him. It's a pity that 10 fingers have passed, except for the previous ghoul who rushed in, not even a single horned demon has entered the black mist.

This abnormal change made Mordo become suspicious, and he moved his strong and clumsy body to escape from this dark shadow where his vision was greatly reduced. However, this move inevitably revealed the key points that were still tightly guarded before.

The Horned Demon Overseer's wings behind him are one of his fatal points. There are usually demon wings as cover, and it is almost impossible to be attacked by enemies. But now, the moment he turned to flee, the mutant ghoul Karui was already clinging to the ground.

Hiding behind the other man out of sight, Karui made a nimble vertical jump, already sticking himself to the demon's back. It carefully dodged the sharp bone spur barb, and the finger sleeve enchanted with the effect of "armor piercing" quickly pulled out a bloody hole in the base of the opponent's wing.

Moldor let out an earth-shattering roar again under the severe pain, and scratched back with both hands, but due to the limitations of his body, he couldn't touch the petite and flexible ghoul at all. As a last resort, Mordo swung the demon's whip and whipped it behind his back, ignoring the damage caused by the whip to his body, and finally forced the hateful ghoul away by self-harm.

It's a pity that the ghoul's attack is naturally attached to the paralyzing attack, which makes Moldo's reaction more and more sluggish. And the short assassin who had been entangled with him for a long time also took the opportunity to post it.

Almost running on Mordo's thick arms, a shadow figure less than a meter tall had already rushed towards his head, the same dull dagger in his hand stabbing into the horned demon's pupils.

Moldor opened his mouth and roared angrily, and the loud sound shook the rubble and began to roll outward in a strange way. Taking advantage of the brief opportunity to deter the other party, Mordo clasped his hands together, his head sank, and he wanted to squeeze the other party to death in his arms.

The art of grappling is one of the combat skills that every high-level demon is proficient in.

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