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When Taffin led the elite guards to the wrecked castle, it was already four days later, and they were greeted by a tragic fight to the death.

Standing on a slightly higher hill, Taffin silently stared at the bloody slaughterhouse in the distance, and the deep eyes of the short skull radiated irrepressible anger.

"The abyss is below, where is this group of bastards running from to fight in my territory?"

From his position, although he could only see one side of the Demon Castle, the battlefield that caught his eyes was already shocking to him.

The Demon Castle in front of you adheres to the consistent style of demon architecture, rough, cold, hard, and dilapidated. The walls of the castle, which were only low to the demons, had been torn apart, and now they were once again overwhelmed by thick stacks of undead corpses. The corpses of countless dead spirits piled up under the city walls to form a mountain of flesh, and more undead stepped on it and struggled to climb up.

The walls were filled with angry and roaring demonic figures, and with each swift attack, a small storm of air waves would be set off in a small area, and there would be many more broken limbs and flesh in the sky.

It can be seen that the demon side that is defending the city is at the end of its rope, because the low-level demons belonging to their side have been exhausted. Even those high-level demons and great demons have rushed to the front line to fight hard, which can imagine their embarrassment.

The battle was not only fought on the ground, but even the sky was not calm for a moment.

Ugly sorcerers riding on a giant bat swirled through the air, constantly throwing gray clouds of death or green clouds of stink onto the walls.

And those who worked hard with them were more than a dozen mid-to-high-level Flomos. From the appearance, it can be seen that the state of these Flo Demons is not very good, not only are they all injured, but even a limited number of spells have been basically exhausted, and they can only rely on their strength to fight with the other party.

However, the large number of vampires, ghosts, and banshees circling around the side of those corpse witches is an impassable line of death, and any demon who dares to break through will be turned into a corpse under the attack of the undead.

Only 3 Great Demons who have crossed level 16 can still roam the battlefield with ease. Every time they teleported into the ranks of the corpse witches, the huge scythes they wielded angrily could harvest the lives of the undead, cutting down the heavily protected corpse witches.

But they're not really invincible.

Every time they enter and exit the undead warband, which is as dense as a swarm of bees, it will bring them some damage. Those corpse witches were not good people who cared about the lives of their companions, and the clouds of death, shadow arrows, bone arrows, and bone spears were all thrown at them without their lives. As long as they dare to stay a little longer, they can even see the sonic waves, cardiac arrest, and death fingers.

This also leads to the fact that although the three great demons are invincible, it is difficult to really cause a large number of casualties among the undead spellcasters. Only by centering on the top of the castle and firmly controlling the number of enemies within a hundred meters of the perimeter to prevent the fragile defensive line from being overwhelmed by the undead.

The only thing that the demon side has the ability to fight back is the group of fire demons and fire throwers at the top of the ancient castle. The fire throwers gather together, and each swarm attack causes a sea of fire to explode beneath the walls. Higher-level Fire Burners can block a portion of an area with a large area of Cloud Incineration and Burst Fireballs to delay the undead's attack waves.

Although the undead corpse witch in the sky wanted to swoop over and destroy the ranged troops of the demon side, he was blocked by the interception of the Flo Demon and the teleportation counter-kill of the Great Demon, and only left some of his companions' corpses in vain after several attempts.

Judging by the thickness of the undead corpses piled up on the ground and the smoky spell marks on the Demon Castle, Taffin could tell that the battle had been going on for at least three days. In other words, it was only a day since he received the news that the castle had been attacked by Hilgai, and the demons who attacked the castle had already fought with these undead of unknown origin.

The scattered information contained in this made the self-proclaimed clever soul judge Taffin also fall into deep thought.

"Who are the enemies and who are the allies? Ugly guys who dare to step into their own territory are all enemies and have no allies! ”

Without allowing Tafen to think more, a bat flapping its huge fleshy wings hovered at a height of a hundred meters away from him, and an ugly corpse witch with a shriveled and withered face sat on it, shouting in a gloomy voice: "The Immortal Council is doing business here, if you don't want to die, leave quickly!" ”

Heaven is pitiful, since becoming the master of the 348th plane, the demons who dare to talk to him like this are gone. The last guy who dared to offend him was 200 years ago, and the poor fellow's soul is still wailing and begging for mercy in the magic fireplace in the corner of his bedroom.

I can't imagine that there is another hateful undead who dares to defy the authority of the plane lord today!

The mood at this moment Tafen cannot be described, and it does not need to be described.

"Bang Bang Bang" Several sounds of the Great Demon Teleportation Technique were launched, and the body of the ugly undead was crowded with the huge body of the Great Demon in the blink of an eye. With the swing of the scythe, the undead corpse witch and the huge bat beneath him were chopped into meat sauce and bone meal by the angry archdemon.

The movement here obviously also alarmed the undead commanders on the battlefield, and a whole army of undead troops stationed outside the ancient castle had changed, and began to divide a group of troops to rush towards this side.

Not to be outdone, the elite guards who came with the Soul Judge Demon Tafen gathered behind him, forming a loose formation waiting for the orders of the superior demon. One after another, shouts and roars continued to come from the ranks.

"Demon, we are capturing a fugitive, please don't interfere with our operations!" This time, a corpse witch who came forward was much more polite, but the contempt in his words was still unmistakable.

"Fugitives? What kind of fugitives would have dared you to enter my territory? A low, dull voice sounded like thunder on dry land, and the hideous figure of a wild boar in heavy scale armor took a step forward, angrily waving the demonic hammer in its hand as thick as a siege cone.

"Your territory? You...... Are you the master of this plane, Lord Taffin? I beg your pardon for not recognizing you just now. I apologize to you for the disrespect of the messenger just now. However, I hope that Your Excellency will not interfere with our arrest of the fugitives, after all, this is also a direct order from the Immortal Council! ”

Taffin's cunning eyes stared at the undead corpse witch who was neither humble nor arrogant, silently savoring the afterglow of the other party's words. The Immortal Council? I hadn't heard of it, but when I heard it, I knew it must be a bunch of old skeletons with scumbags all the bones out of the way. Fugitive? The fugitive they call is not the Shirgai who has been hostile to them for nearly a hundred years, right?

His mind turned back and forth, but a deep disgust in his heart made him look at the undead on the other side unpleasantly, as if the other party had deeply offended him thousands of years ago, but he forgot it inexplicably. Now that they are reunited here, Taffin has an inexplicable urge surging in his heart, that is, to use the huge war hammer in his hand to slap the other party into bone meal, so that he can vent his evil breath.

Demons are not a race that is good at hiding their feelings. The slightest hint of malice overflowing from the body of the Soul Judge Taffin caused the demons around him to move, and even the undead messenger sensed it.

"Lord Taffin, don't go your own way! Against the Immortal Council, you ......"

He couldn't continue to make noise, and the huge demonic hammer had already smashed into the head of the corpse witch, killing him directly.

This move is tantamount to a declaration of war.

The undead not far away from the array immediately erupted in a wave of restlessness, and driven by the high-ranking undead, a large group of low-level undead rushed towards this side with staggering and crazy steps.

In the abyssal world, there is no need for a reason for war!

The battle that erupted here made the battle of the Demon Castle in the distance also stagnant, and the subsequent undead no longer blindly rushed inside, but instead besieged the main one. The army of the undead on the periphery of the castle turned their spearheads and began to drift to this side.

This time, the elite guards who came with Taffin had nearly a thousand middle- and high-level demons, all of whom belonged to the tall and tall behemoths. Many of the Great Demons were already more than 6 meters tall, and their huge bodies were enough to fill the halls of a wealthy human businessman. What's even more rare is that they are bloated but not clumsy, and their nimble demonic teleportation allows them to appear in any position within sight, whether they are attacking or fleeing, no one can catch up with them.

With such a group of powerful Great Demons fighting the vanguard and disrupting the enemy formation, the follow-up middle and high-level demons are even more like fish in water. Before rushing into the enemy line, all kinds of spells rained down into the ranks of the undead, and when the undead were in chaos, they began to harvest the lives of the undead with blood and fire.

The stinky zombies and skeleton warriors who formed the army of the undead couldn't resist the ravages of these demons at all, and almost in a single shot, the more than 5,000 undead phalanx at the head were already full of holes and collapsed. However, their sacrifice was not without gain, at least they had used their rotten bodies to stop the onslaught of the demon forces.

The tall stitched monsters that appeared in the undead army formation in the distance moved forward with heavy steps, grabbing plague zombies from around them as they went, and threw them at the area where the demon troops were located. Every plague zombie that acts as a human bomb, whether it falls to death or is slain by a demon, will explode a small cloud of dark green smoke, and the demon trapped in it will soon be stained green.

Although this plague poison cloud cannot immediately kill a powerful mid- and high-level demon, a number of curse effects such as "weakness", "dizziness", and "loss of life" take turns to fight, but it can bring them a severe reduction in combat power.

At this time, that's when the treacherous and cunning vampires come into the picture. A vampire is still a scum in front of a mid- and high-level demon, even if the opponent's combat power has weakened, but a group of vampires is not a "sick number" that can be quickly eliminated. Once the other party is entangled, soon this green "sick number" body can be full of fangs and sharp mouth vampire maniacs.

A mid-tier demon may only last 11 seconds, while a high-tier demon can hold up to 35 seconds. When the vampire horde disperses, only a terrifying demon corpse with loose skin and a withered face is revealed.

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