Messica's shriveled skin was wrapped around thick bones, her ribs protruded, and her eye sockets withered and sunk from her three skulls, making her look like a giant skeleton. From time to time, a cloud of dark blue flames exploded from its body, which was the light emitted by the disintegration of demonic items due to the loss of their magical powers. Even the equipment protection has completely collapsed, as if suddenly falling from the throne of a brutal king into a penniless beggar, the huge psychological gap also brings a huge sense of insecurity, although it is clear that there is still an advantage in the face of Brando and Charles, but Messika still immediately used the residual power to cast a flame shield on himself.

As if that would make it feel more at ease.

But Charles was not slow to react, Brando asked him to do it, and he immediately grabbed the staff that had fallen to the ground, and read the incantation aloud: "I make this sharp and sharp blade, and make it separate by a qiē, the law of Tiamat, the tooth of Demitse!" ”

He slammed his knife forward, and the air stacked in front of him to form a bright wind blade, and then instantly slashed at Messika, the Demon King of Hell, who was not far away.

The flame shield hanging beside Messika was much more powerful than the gadget on Brando's crimson blessing, and the orange-red light on the magic shield was like a layer of orange-red grease flowing, thick as substance. Charr's dragon fangs slashed at it as if it had been stabbed into a pot of oil, and the red grease on the hemispherical magic shield vibrated violently.

But it doesn't move a bit.

"Hahaha!" Messika took a step back in fright, only to find that the Charr was unable to penetrate its shield. The three heads couldn't help but smirk. It seems that he has completely forgotten that he is still a demon king of hell, and he usually does not want to say that he was broken through the shield by a wizard in the gold realm. Even such an attack would be a great insult to it.

"You can't kill me, wait for death!" It shouted arrogantly.

But it couldn't laugh at once, because immediately after the dragon's blade teeth swept like a transparent blade, a dark and heavy sword took shape from behind the spell, and the slightly shiny blade parted the rain curtain like a thin silver line, and the orange-red flame shield had no effect on the longsword at all, and the long sword flashed through the space as if it were transparent, and slashed right into its chest.

A flash.

Brando leaps high through the rain curtain. A sword cut a two-meter-long hole in the monster's chest. With a cold face, he pulled the blade down in mid-air—as skillfully as he had done a thousand times in the Amber Sword in the past—and a rain of purple-red blood exploded in the rainy night.

Messica's wild laughter abruptly stopped, replaced by a high-pitched scream - or rather a howl.

"Whew!"

The screams immediately turned into wails, and the huge body of the Hell Demon King even fell backwards from the force of the impact. Brando landed steadily. The massive Demon King fell to the ground at the same time.

But this Messika clearly did not hang up. Although the wound on its chest stretched almost all the way from the shoulder down to the lower abdomen, the bone was visible, and the flesh opened to the sides to reveal a gem that shone like obsidian. It was the Demon's Stone of Dark Mana. The source of their strength, but the gem was now dwarfed by the loss of connection to the river of brimstone.

It was still waving its claws in the rain to get up, and the demon's powerful vitality was revealed at this moment, and the broken muscles, soft tissues and blood vessels were growing and healing at a visible rate, and some small fractures were growing into new red knotted scars in the blink of an eye.

But it was clear that Brando would not give the demon king a chance to fully recover, and he immediately jumped on the demon's stomach and stepped on its chest as the tip of the sword of the earth was raised high in his hand downward.

"No, don't!" Messika finally panicked, and all three heads showed frightened looks at the same time: "You can't kill me!" I accept the slavery of that woman. Whatever you want, I can give you strength and power, and a qiē you want! ”

Brando was unmoved.

"Ahhhh ”

At that moment, the wind felt Brando's psychological change: "Don't listen to its nonsense. Brando. She hurriedly reminded her.

But Brando's heart was actually only slightly moved, and then he reacted. "Resurrection?" He sneered, "It's a demon, but Antitina doesn't need that ending!" ”

A sword stabbed down.

But it was at this time that a little cold light parted and the rain flew in.

A silver bolt from far and near, striking Brando's downward blade. With a clear sound, the Sword of Earth suddenly turned to the side. Almost stabbed against the magic gem on Messika's chest.

"Whew!"

The Demon King of Hell screamed again. Today is about the most unfortunate day since its birth, and a dignified underground king is like a pig and a dog, and he will be trampled on at will.

But it's also to blame for its bad luck, the seven lords of the upper hell who have been to the human world among the demon kings of the lower world, Brando, all know their real names. This knowledge was meaningless in the previous world, because those seven had already been reduced to the souls of twenty-five men under the sword, and they did not know that they would be resurrected in that year and month.

But here, this thing has undoubtedly become its lifeline.

Brando's sword was blocked, and he subconsciously took a step back. Throwing at it was a dagger that was now stuck in the grass beside it, and it was incredibly powerful, at least with the strength of elemental civilization - not at the level of decay that Mesca is now, of course, but at the level of the middle stream of elemental civilization in its true heyday.

Could it be that there are high-level demons?

He flicked his numb wrist and looked up, only to see an old acquaintance of his standing in the middle of the rainy night.

Eagle swordsman Dejar.

"This guy ......" This guy obviously didn't come to seek revenge on him, and Brando immediately thought of the man behind him - Archduke Anlek. He had almost forgotten about this guy, or rather, it seemed that he had been missing since he left the Great Temple of Undervoul in the first place.

But now the old fox has finally appeared.

After he showed his final hole cards.

……

The battlefield is central. The demons' offensive has become weak.

In fact, the next few waves of arrows had already begun to turn around in the direction of the portal, leaving only a few manic hellhounds and brutes who were still besieging the princess and her party despite orders.

But they don't pose much of a threat anymore. The Templars of Reald and the Cruz were more than capable of fending off such a powerless attack, and taught the chaotic creatures how to be polite on the battlefield.

The head of the demon that had been slain was stuck in the spears, which themselves belonged to another group of imps, which were originally stolen from the Harbor Guards, because they bore Ampesel's insignia and manufacturing number.

The spears formed a circle around the perimeter of the procession.

"They're turning towards Brando," the princess looked into the distance worriedly, "We can't let them leave like that!" ”

"But what can we do, Your Royal Highness the Princess of Eruin?"

The Cruz Templar Stephen replied with a wry smile.

All of them were wounded and exhausted. The knights were dead and wounded, and only two or three wounded remained, and there were a few witches left who had been supporting the battle behind, but they were useless in this kind of scene.

The witch named Babasha didn't know where she had gone.

"Leave it to me!" A muddy, heavy voice that seemed to roll out of his throat replied weakly. It was Gallock, who was lying on the ground, panting, who spoke. He was impaled through the lobe of his lung by a spear in the previous battle, and he was also seriously wounded in the hand: "I may be able to barely cast a teleportation spell in the next place, although not as far as the last time." But I can find a way to teleport you to them. ”

"But are you okay with that, Master Gallock." Her Royal Highness the Princess asked with some concern, and anyone could see that the old wizard was not in a good state.

"It's okay...... Ahem, after recovering a little strength, I can barely exert it again. Gallock replied, "Don't worry, Your Highness Princess." ”

"I'll leave it to you, Master Gallock." Princess Griffiin nodded.

Reald suddenly walked over and patted the old wizard lying on the ground on the shoulder, and Gallock glanced at the old lion of the kingdom. He shook his head, and struggled to get his staff, and the knight on the side hurriedly helped him up.

But Gallock the Seeker pushed the others away with a flick of his hand. He picked up his staff and swept his gaze over everyone. One last glance at the portal that seemed to be far away in the sky.

Then I started chanting the mantra, which was a bit of a struggle at first, but gradually smoothed out.

Once again, the space began to shake.

A familiar white aura spreads over the battlefield. But this time, no demonic warlock would stop the spell from taking shape, for they had long since turned into a stenching corpse.

The aura suddenly spread out in front of the demon army, like a gate. The next moment. Princess Griffiin and the others appeared on the grass. One moment they were behind the demon army, far behind by these chaotic creatures, but the next moment, they were stopped in the path of this army.

Everyone had a certain amount of resistance to teleportation spells, but this time they were only slightly dizzy and came back to their senses. They immediately saw the approaching demon army, and everyone immediately turned around and waited solemnly.

But it's precisely this time. The princess suddenly discovers that Gallock and the two mortally wounded knights of Lantonilan are missing.

"What about Master Gallock?" Princess Griffiin asked immediately.

"He's stayed over there, Your Highness the Princess. His strength was no longer enough to teleport everyone, and the three of them were left behind after discussion. Reald replied with a sigh.

Her Royal Highness the princess was slightly suffocated, how could she not understand the meaning of this.

"But why don't you sue me?"

"Everyone has the right to choose to be a hero, Your Highness Princess. He's waiting for us in another world, and we're just there—after stopping these monsters. ”

The half-elf girl bit her lip.

"I see." She nodded.

The old white lion bowed to her slightly. It was the courtesy of an old courtier to the young princess, and then the old knight turned back with his sword in hand, and at that moment thunder and lightning mingled in the sky, piercing through the dark clouds.

The demon army has spotted the 'praying mantis' that is standing in front of them.

They don't intend to stop.

……

The advantages of the demons on the battlefield have been stripped away layer by layer, and the original absolute advantage has become entangled with each other at this moment. On the battlefield, it is as if there are two dying opponents, waiting for who will die first.

Brando stood in the pouring rain and stared at the eagle Dejar in front of him, the sword hero of Anlek, every part of the two of them looked like they had been fished out of the water, but no one paid attention to this.

What does Enlek want to do?

Back in Amber Sword, players had such suspicions.

Because of the mysterious death of Her Royal Highness the eldest princess, all the fingers are pointed at the Grand Duke - and the people of Cruz. However, the conspiracy behind it is clear that there is much more to it, and players have also discovered traces of the cultists, but this series of investigations has eventually been completely dissipated due to the demise of Eruin.

Brando preferred to believe that Archduke Anlek had a suspicion, and now the appearance of the Eagle Dejar confirmed his suspicions.

It's just not necessarily what he wants to see.

The Eagle Swordsman Dejar had already drawn his long sword in front of him. Brando was in a dilemma for a while, should he let go of the King of Chaos? The problem is that it is clear that Charles is not an opponent of Dejar.

This guy doesn't know what the situation is, and he will recover after a few days of breaking his hand, thinking that it is the devil's credit. At least when he was in the temple before, Brando still looked at the guy holding a sword in one hand, and it didn't look like he had healed from his injuries.

The thought flashed through his mind.

Dejar had already shot at him with an arrow. "Charles!" Brando shouted.

Charles immediately began to lay out the next protective spell, and he picked up the staff, but what no one expected was that it was at this time that the oak staff in his hand shattered like glass without warning.

As if they had been hit by something, the broken pieces of wood spontaneously combusted again in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, they turned into ashes. The young wizard screamed, and the hand holding the staff had been burned off a large chunk of skin.

"What the hell is this!" He looked up.

A visible ripple in the air was sweeping across the battlefield.

The arc of electricity crackled across the meadow, and the meadow was instantly scorched where it passed. And the human hair also stood on end as if swept by static electricity, and immediately emitted a smell of burnt paste.

"Ring of Lightning!" The Charr screamed.

It's not a great spell, and it doesn't have a high ring count in the ring spell system. But no one has heard of the range of a second-ring spell that can envelop a battlefield several kilometers wide.

Without Charles' spell cover, Dejar stabbed Brando like a bolt of lightning. As a last resort, Brando had to give up Messika in his hand and pull the sword of the earth from the chest of the Lord of Chaos, while rolling backwards to get out of the way.

Messika on the ground let out another howl of pain. But it finally found a chance to get out, and it didn't wait for the wound in its chest to recover, and immediately got up from the ground.

"Charles, what's the matter, what about your spells?" Brando didn't care about it, and immediately asked without looking back. He was anxious, because he didn't know how long Antitina would be able to hold on, and if her soul was completely gone, even Martha would not be able to save her.

The problem is, time is running out.

"I don't know!" Charles was looking in the direction from which the Ring of Lightning had come from.

He immediately let out a scream that changed his voice.

Brando had never heard such a gaffe from the Charles, and he heard his mage attendant shouting his name, "Lord Lord, look at the back!" ”

There was a loud bang.

Brando subconsciously turned his head, and then he was stunned to see in the direction of Ampesel, a huge black shadow was breaking through the ground and slowly rising from the ground.

At that moment, there was only a blank in his mind: "This can't be!" ”

How could there be a Titan Colossus here.

Could it be that he has traveled to the end of the Slate War?