87_87643 The flames around the Flame Monarch gradually faded, but the heat increased exponentially. The earth melts, the ground boils, and a purgatory that burns gold and boiled iron moves with its footsteps—whether the devil or the devil, the living or the dead, as long as they are included in the invisible furnace, they will burn and incinerate, and the same will become the fuel of the flames. Fuel emits more heat, which in turn consumes more fuel, creating a more intense flame. The body of the Flame Monarch became more and more condensed in this vortex-like cycle, and the heat flowed into the body bit by bit, and slowly, several points of incandescent light emerged from the depths of the black flame one after another.

He opened his eyes.

It was as if the whole world had turned into a battlefield, and the devil and the demon were in full swing. Tanari gradually gained an advantage in numbers, after all, the bottomless abyss that gave birth to demons was at least a few hundred layers more than Bato's Hell, but Batzu's deep-seated instinct for order was more than enough to make up for the gap. The high-level devil has the telepathic ability to command the team, communicate with each other, and make various adjustments according to the changes in the situation of the army...... Even the small army under the Flame Monarch, with heavy casualties, regrouped and did their best to move closer to the friendly forces, becoming a stone added to the, fending off wave after wave of demons.

The Flame Lord's gaze fell on a group of crawling demons, and the line of fire traced the trajectory of the sight, melting them into burning residue. With no demons to disturb him for the time being, the Flame Monarch no longer wastes his power. The firestorm cast by the Barlow Flame Demon was clearly visible in the distance, but the Flame Monarch wasn't too worried about them coming to his own trouble. The larger the scale of the bloody battle, the worse the demons' sense of the big picture becomes—or rather, they don't have the "big picture" in their minds at all. A few Ballow Flame Demons can join forces to cause trouble for the Flame Monarch. With the most indispensable cannon fodder at the moment, it is a big threat. But what Barlo Flame Demon would do that? They didn't even bother to command the troops, usually a Barlow Flame Demon with a team of Flor or Berserker Demon elite warriors rushed to kill, invincible, but they didn't see any help in winning the war, because there was no place for them. The cowardly demons and other low-level soldiers who lacked restraint and help were attacking in an orderly manner by the devil's army, and they were defeated and retreated.

Chaos is in Tanali's pathetic nature, just like those two lowly humans. The black flame rippled like a wave, and the storm clouds that spread into the sky became a rolling thunderous roar. As a demon born from hellfire without a fixed form. The Flame Monarch was born with more power than most of the Batzu powers. But he could not disobey the will of Mephistophelis, the lord of hellfire and the ruler of the eighth layer of hell, Mephistopheles, and this essential constraint was even stronger than Barto's precise hierarchy. That's why he had to be condescended to his dignity and cooperate with the stupid actions of human beings, and even his power had to be unconditionally lent to them.

Look what they've done? Mephistopheles Felix found out that the Flame Monarch was trying to absorb the power of Phaethon to increase his power, so interfering and picking peaches were normal behaviors, but why would he let two humans take the lead in the matter? That woman, the Flame Monarch, had never bothered to remember her name, and she didn't know where to hide, and she should have burned her to ashes when she failed last time. However, the man's self-indulgent anger fulfilled the Flame Monarch. Mephistopheles Felix bound the Flame Monarch to the man's body, but that didn't mean he could really control the power of hellfire. Excessive release, the result is naturally anti-customer-oriented.

The Flame Monarch tries to avoid the more powerful Tanari demons so as not to get too involved in the battle. He had neither time nor interest in assisting the demons in their quest for victory—the first priority was to capture the fugitive mage and complete Mephistopheles' mission, though he was unwilling to do so. The Flame Monarch quickly locked on to her position, but still disguised himself as aimless, ignoring the small voice urging him to act and waited patiently. It is impossible for a prey to escape from a bloody battlefield in a short period of time - she and her companions are quite powerful. But the bloody battle will exhaust them with greater strength.

The Flame Monarch sees demonic reinforcements reappear. Damn Tanali, there are always more rats in the gutter. But it doesn't matter, maybe the demon will eventually lose patience because he can't shake the devil's defense line, and it will be difficult to disperse in a hurry, maybe the devil will finally be unable to parry because of the increasing strength of the demon's army, and sacrifice the cannon fodder troops to make a strategic transfer, no matter what happens, it will take a long time. The battle will continue until the accumulated hatred, anger, and evil are not consumed enough. The individuals are like flying insects stuck in cobwebs, unable to escape if they struggle hard.

The bloody war has never changed...... That's why the strange singing voice unexpectedly moved the Flame Monarch. The black flame caged into a shape that was even bleaker than the starless night sky, and the swirling heat wave expanded outward, passing through the demon legion, and the energy signal that was fed back pierced through the Flame Monarch's body like an electric shock. His ambitions, his frustrations—the Flame Monarch held his head high. The white-hot and bright ordinary people in the black fire would be burned blind when they looked at him. When it fell on the ground, it was also a very dazzling white spot, which burned in an instant.

The Devil's Army has also adjusted. The battle lasted for a long time. The demons washed away the cunning baskets, and their formations were more compact and reasonable, echoing each other. The Flame Monarch's movements were like raising fire as a signal, and in an instant, the entire army moved with him. Although no one could understand what the hell song was singing, everyone knew in their hearts that the person who came was not good.

Morrill didn't really recognize what it was at first glance. ^Small ^ Say ^ Net

It appeared on a high ground in the middle of a fight, and the two sides who had just returned to life and death were scattered. The thing was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, rampage, spraying tracer barrage unscrupulously around, and the unlucky eggs that couldn't dodge the flesh flew everywhere. A bolt of lightning slashed, slicing through several fleeing Batzu demons with precision, proving that there might still be a modicum of rationality on the part of it or its manipulator. A wave of hundreds of fireballs flew from the devil's main formation, and the chain of explosions created by the intensive bombardment was brilliant and brilliant in an instant, like a divine curse - and it was as if nothing happened, shining with tongues of fire, crushing the burning ground like a living nightmare. Ploughed out of the sea of fire and plunged headlong down the hillside.

Steel, music, and familiar figures whizzed past Morriel's eyes, and he slammed on the brakes and turned around as he ran away. The female mage folded her arms. In the face of the ironclad car that drove back, he didn't dodge or dodge, but he still didn't hold on in the end, and was forced to turn his face away by the smoke and dust splashed by the wheels.

"Hey, Spice Girl! I swear you've never seen someone as cool as me and I sports a car so well!"

The smoke cleared. The imposing tin guy stands in the driver's seat to show off, like a clown in a mechanical clock made by a dwarf that pops up at a fixed point to tell the time.

It's great that you're back. I'm really worried......

Morriel covered his mouth, choking and coughing.

"Why don't you stay in the lady's labyrinth for the rest of your life?" she said viciously, looking at the face.

"That's what I thought, too. Let's get in the car. "The rear of the convertible chariot is equipped with a shooting weapon that is very different from that of a twin heavy machine gun, and between the two perfectly symmetrical long blades, countless elf-like electric flames flicker and jump, which is suffocating in beauty and grace. Steel Kelly sat there, acting a little differently than she had last seen her—she actually raised her finger to her forehead and greeted Filgas, who was staring at her coldly.

Everyone found a seat to sit firmly, and it was by no means comfortable, and it was really not the best of forty-seven to make eiderdown cushions with backrests.

The tin guy slammed the steering wheel, and the car spun around twice before heading towards the sunset - no. Dash towards the Flame Monarch.

"I was finally able to settle the balance with this briquette, and I was looking forward to it all the time. ”

"I bet you've never thought of anything like this before today. ”

“...... Your Excellency, Your Excellency, you are amazing!"

The steel speeder rode into the dust, followed by a flood of Tanari demons. Looking at the starters all the way, even the Barlow Flame Demon is only looking ahead, and it is not easy to find a stupid melon who is good enough to be a striker in a bloody battle.

"Engines, artillery, muic!"

Forty-Seven's seat receded, countless levers, gears, and pistons raced around the passengers, and the sound of the sports car deforming mingled with the rumble of the engine.

"Ready!" before being engulfed by the flesh-wriggling machinery. Forty-seven said.

Where are you going?" Kelly's seat shifted in, and her bright blue eyes filled in the chariot that began to glow red. Morrill found that Kelly had indeed changed—certainly not as tasteless as the Tin Guy, and she still interpreted the highest level of beauty that could be achieved in the construction of things, and every blade of armor was impeccable. Change comes from within, just like a person who has been unable to go to bed at 10 o'clock at night, and suddenly one day feels that it doesn't matter if he goes to bed at 10:30.

"Why are you here?" asked the mage casually, not expecting an answer.

"Because every time we come out of the lady's labyrinth, we inevitably end up rolling in the blood. ”

"Every time?"

"Do you think he's the kind of drunkard who gets kicked out of the tavern and then goes home to sleep quietly?" Kelly tilted her head. The pipes on the top of the carriages crawled like a swarm of snakes.

"He must go back to you, I can't resist him. It's just that the Lady has changed every portal in the Seal City, and as soon as we enter the city, we will fall into her labyrinth, and there is no way to fight back. Relying on the broken car that Fiani gave him, he can always get out of trouble, and then he has to get involved in this kind of melee. No head, no brains, kill a circle. Then go to the Seal City. Locked up again. Day after day, year after year. It's incredible to meet now. Isn't there any contact between the two of you?"

"But you'll be gone for no more than two days. ”

"Oh, that's a strange thing. Kelly said with a look of "it doesn't matter": "It's also possible that time has been strange in the labyrinth. I wonder if we've never jumped out of a lady's palm...... Tell him about him, get down to business, I don't want to be stupid with him anymore. ”

"I see. "What a bottomless abyss. Where else can a violent maniac who always thinks he pushes 800 opponents aside?

"I really despise you, do you still want to conquer Sharem?" The Tin Man's voice suddenly came out of the stereo, and immediately disrupted the already strange tune: "Time is a turbulent ocean! You may wonder who I am, or why I say this." Come on, then, and let me tell you a ......."

Filgas poked out his hook and pounded it a few times, and Forty-Seven was silent. The loud and loud music changes again and again, until it becomes a light, bright tune like the water of a forest stream. The ladies seem to have reached a tacit consensus on something - very delicate.

"Why do they keep flashing, are they broken?" Succubus, Pipsqueak, and Cairo huddled in front. The succubus has been fiddling with the dazzling number of buttons and joysticks, but the red lights on the console are constantly flashing, and the surrounding displays are full of snowflakes.

"No one can see the scene!" the succubus crackled.

Morrill stroked the runes on the armrests, and the seat slid forward. Master Argus's manipulation of the construct still works - so that no creativity is no creativity. Overclocking faster than the speed of light won't make Bill Gates.

"Bring it here. Yes, that's it. Puzzled, the succubus pushed a bulky machine on her head towards the female mage. She wasn't unaware of it, but it was nothing but a lump of iron. Morrill raised his arm and grabbed its handle, shook it twice—and then ripped it off and smashed it onto the red-light console. With a bang, the lights went out, and the monitors were all visible, and even the Styx boatmen who were hiding by the side and did not squeak were startled.

"I don't like Rhapsody in the Forest. Forty-seven muttered, shaking the lever vigorously, and the swarthy muzzle of the cannon rose higher and higher. The steel chariot has changed beyond recognition in its journey, from a rabbit to a bear. The spurred tracks pressed two trench-like tracks into the ground. More fang-like weapons poked out of the swollen armor, and the sound of smoke and fire, momentary terror of machinery firing was like a swarm of grinding teeth, surrounded by demons and charging into battle.

"So handsome!" cried the succubus.

The aftermath of the shock of the car body has not disappeared, and the display is full of fire. The real scene was even more exciting, there were at least twenty smoke trails left in the gray and black sky, and a large part of the devil's defense line was instantly collapsed by this rocket salvo. Tongues of fire rolled, heat currents shook storms, and continuous explosions released energy that the black fire could not digest. The sound of machine-gun fire was like tearing through chunks of linen, and rows of arrows were nailed into the bodies of Batzu soldiers. Tear them into garbage flying in the air waves. A group of large, heavily armoured and extremely strong devils swung their chains around them, stray bullets staggered them, but they still threw the huge anchors made of black steel onto the chariot, and in the roar they pulled in unison, and at once the chariot was really torn horizontally. After a few seconds, the anchor chain in turn wrapped around them, pulled towards the body, the machine gun adjusted the angle of fire, and the front of the car cracked into a fire-breathing mouth - the devils did not last long to the laughter of the succubus.

The Giant Bull Demon landed on all fours, and each trampling was accompanied by an unsteady concussion. These stupid and savage monsters raised their fists and smashed the qiē within reach, and the corpses with missing arms and legs staggered on the horns. The charge of the Thorn Demon and the Knights is far superior to any cavalry duel in any battle in the Main Material Realm. Swords collided with spears, nails rubbed against bone spurs, and the difference between them quickly blurred as they went one after another. With the blade of Forty-Seven, the demons tore through the gaps in the enemy camp, and the situation gradually evolved into their favorite melee.

The miscellaneous soldiers fought each other, and Forty-Seven and his chariot continued to move forward. The flesh of the creatures of Purgatory will lubricate the reloaded chariot with a shiny glow. The Tin Man stopped making pointless little movements. It was covered with pipes and cables of varying thicknesses, and huge, icy barrels protruded from the roof of the car. Gradually stretched to almost twice the length of the tank. The Flame Monarch spread its wings in the distance, black storm clouds swirling rapidly around it. The sky began to burn, and the air currents caused by the temperature difference and the storm rolled up a large number of pieces of flesh, living or dead, filling the Flame Monarch's appetite that had swelled to the limit.

Suddenly, the machine-gun line of fire that swept everywhere disappeared, and the tank came to a steady stop. A great sense of crisis came over the Flame Sovereign, and he couldn't help but raise it a little higher to see what his opponent was doing—and found that the dragon slayer spear was already pointed at the dragon. The Flame Monarch glared angrily, and a monstrous fire suddenly rose. However, the preemptive strike did not help, since it was not done in the Sleeping Forest, how could it be burned in a hurry to burn the already large iron lump. But in any case, backing down at once is not allowed or tolerated - after all, the devil will not be truly destroyed outside of Barto's otherworld.

The surging and furious energy is constantly pumped into the heavy cannon to recharge until it is saturated. The mechanism operates like a forging yard at full power, and you can imagine what it does.

"Human cannons, fire. Forty-seven said.

After the last wave of mechanical pulsations, the space at the muzzle of the gun distorted a little. The blazing fire filled the front of the chariot in an instant, and the barrel of the cannon shrank back sharply. Scorching winds rushed out of the numerous gas escape vents on the sides and rear of the chariot, blowing away the wildfires that were spilling around it.

After the loud bang, there seemed to be a brief silence on the battlefield - the Flame Monarch suddenly sprang up, and the black flames formed a twisted tower that pierced into the sky.

Freshly made and sold Super Bombs hit it on the head.

The sky is falling apart. Alas, I'm at this level......

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic suit, this chapter is the sixth chapter of the Juggernaut Round 40 Fast and Furious (above) address is.