"I ...... I still have !! to save it."

Baron Landry made a sound like a pig slaughter, and his screams filled the silent night sky.

He rounded his eyes and gritted his teeth to grasp the devil's foot that was stepping on his waist, trying to push it away.

He's going to live! He wants to live! He's going to live. He's going to live.

"Ahem!" Baron Landry coughed, blood gushing from the corners of his mouth to his chin and neck.

Gradually losing his luster glanced at Duke, glanced at his smiling hideous face, and cast his gaze on the bright but undazzling light in the sky, and the color of hatred gradually appeared in his eyes, but soon, even this color was lost.

Baron Landry is dead, from the very beginning, his life has not been in his own hands, all life is only an illusion, all hope is left to him by the devil who killed him, in fact, he has nothing......

He's just a prop!

The claws of the fat man's belly churned in his belly, and Duke looked up with a twisted smile and laughed, "He's dead!" Grush, Lord of the Hand, this nobleman is dead, dead at my hands—not you!!"

"It doesn't matter, because I'm right here!" a cold voice came from the sky, followed by a long sword burning with holy light.

A sword that fell from the sky split Baron Landry's body in half, sending the two pieces of body flying in both directions.

Grushh held his long sword and slowly looked up, the killing intent in his eyes had overflowed, covering his entire handsome but vicissitudes of life.

Duke had teleported again, standing in front of Grush, his massive body trembling, but not out of fear or despair, but out of anticipation.

Yes, it's not over yet, and there's still some time, and if that rotten soul becomes the primordial devil, it will take a while to transform!

He's not going to die here, he doesn't want to die here, so, it's enough to hold on for a while, just a while.

"Lord of the Devil, may you give me strength......" Duke muttered as he watched the paladin slowly stand up, a twisted smile on his face.

Grush pulled the [Blazing Sun] from the ground, and his cold, blade-like gaze fell on the devil, which was a horned demon, and for ordinary people, it would be a disaster.

But in front of him, he is nothing more than a weakling!

Without saying a word, the Grushti sword rushed forward, and the short distance of a few dozen feet was fleeting, and the next moment it appeared in front of the devil.

Duke's pupils shrank, and he subconsciously took a step back, raised his hand, and the barrier of flames spread out in front of him.

However, the barrier lasted less than a second before it was breached, and the sharp blade severed one of his arms, and blood gushed out from the severed arm.

Duke's face contorted, gritted his teeth, cast another teleportation, and disappeared in front of Grush.

This time he teleported behind Grush, his gaze in disbelief resting on the two corpses.

Why is it so long?

Why hasn't the primordial devil been conceived yet? Could it be that the primordial devil can still perceive the holy light of the outside world?

It shouldn't be, it can't be, it won't be like this!

Duke only paused for a moment, and Grush appeared in front of him again.

At this point, he was only able to raise his other arm again, and with this arm he blocked this slash, and teleported away again.

"Why, why......" he glared, and even if he was unwilling to accept the facts, the facts dealt him a heavy blow.

He was not able to create the primordial devil, and the king of demons was not able to perceive it, so he was going to die here......

"No, no, it shouldn't be like this......" Duke muttered as he stood on the broken windowsill.

But Grush did not stop himself, and with a leap plunged his sword into the devil's chest.

"It shouldn't be like this...... It shouldn't be like this......" Duke writhed in pain, and he let out a desperate cry.

The Light was scorching his body, his life was evaporating, his soul was being purified.

He doesn't want to die, he doesn't want to die!

"No !!"

Grush stood on the body of the devil and sent the holy light into his body, threatening to kill him here.

However, at this moment, Duke's desperate chant seemed to be picked up by someone.

Another demonic aura suddenly appeared behind Grush, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look.

A dark soul was slowly drifting out of the two corpses, just like he had seen it at the beginning, and that soul was changing!

Grush's eyes widened, but now the devil under the sword was a high-level devil, and it didn't take a little time to completely kill him, but a primordial devil was born in front of his eyes—

Gritting his teeth, the holy warrior angrily drew his long sword and jumped down from the second floor.

"Devil ......" he gritted his teeth as he looked at the soul, feeling the cage of light that had enveloped the entire town being torn apart.

"—the king of !!"

The space in front of him was torn apart, and a familiar hand reached out from the other side of the space.

Duke, who was lying weakly on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes in a daze, coughed up two mouthfuls of blood from his throat, twisted his face, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty, I !! here"

A strong burst of holy light erupted from the meadow, and endless holy light was pouring out of Grush's body, condensing into a silver armor on his body.

Behind him, the wings formed by the holy light flapped violently, propelling his body forward.

That hand—even the King of the Devil, don't try to take that primordial devil with you!

Grush lifted the [Blazing Sun], although it was night, and he could not use the power of the sun, but the longsword was already an artifact in its own right, even if its owner was long gone......

But, however, they are now facing the enemies of countless worlds!

An idea came from the other side of the space, and a chuckle suddenly appeared in Grush's mind: "A legendary paladin, dare to swing a sword at me, first of all, I must affirm your courage!"

"Ah!!h

Blazing light poured out from the two artifacts and converged on the sword, and Grushh let out a fierce cry and swung the raised sword down.

"But courage alone is not enough. ”

The giant hand that stretched out from the thirteen layers of hell grabbed the Primordial Devil who was in its transformation, and then raised a finger and pointed it at Grush.

"Thank you, Ant, for your courage to put me in a good mood—at least today. ”

Rays of 'death' shot from the tip of the raised finger, scorching the air and scurrying towards Grush.

The sword slashed down on the ray, and the powerful shockwave suddenly spread out in all directions, causing the surrounding earth to sink a little.

"Good will eventually triumph over evil!" Grush shouted, his wrist sank, and he channeled all the strength of his body towards the sword.

"Then you can try to defeat me. The Devil King was not angry, but let out another chuckle.

"Your Majesty, I know how to create the primordial devil!!"

No one paid any attention to Duke, but he felt that he was getting weaker and weaker, and if he continued like this, he would die here sooner or later, and in desperation, he let out another shout.

The Devil King, who was sitting on the throne of the thirteenth layer of hell, was suddenly stunned, and then laughed again, "What a surprise! Holy Warrior, you are really my lucky star!"

Grush's eyes widened because he felt that he couldn't hold it anymore!

Yes, how could an ordinary legendary paladin be able to defeat the Devil King......

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