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He pointed first at the succubus.

The succubus immediately screamed and convulsed, the power of the command technique was completely released by Stephani, she began to lose her graceful and beautiful body, the soft and smooth skin was shattered, the succubus opened its huge bat wings, its body began to change and distort, her beautiful face was no longer beautiful, her whole body turned into a statue-like dead gray, she groped around blankly, her eyes began to cloud, as if someone had sprinkled a handful of lime into the clear water, her voice became hoarse and ugly, I don't know what she was chanting, the sharp claws scratched the marks on the hot iron plate, it looked like a rapidly weathered rock......

Then Stephani unleashed a withering spell on the old ghost's head - with his gesture, a yellowish cloud erupted from his fingertips, like a sandstorm that swallowed up a qiē water, and the already shriveled old ghostwomen screamed and ran away, and the cloud chased after them, draining every drop of muddy and foul-smelling bodily fluids from their bodies, and completely turning these ugly creatures into dried corpses.

Stephani began to prepare the third spell, the magic energy turned black, and quickly spewed to his fingertips, and the negative energy representing the pure essence of death was condensed to one point, ready to be launched-

But Melganis' flaming spear broke the mage's finger of death.

"Because anger and hatred have made your mind clear...... I like souls like you!" Melganis laughed wildly, looking at the mage who was strung on a spear like a barbecue, and the smell of burning soul and flesh made him almost intoxicated: "Don't attack me, the enemy who threatens you the most, first!"

He was about to enjoy the food in front of him, and the surface of the iron lake behind him had almost completely condensed.

The old ghost woman disguised as a blue elf narrowly escaped the mage's ruining magic and ran in the direction of the portal. The demon's shouts of killing are already approaching, and it seems that it will not be long before they attack him. She doesn't expect to get a mage anymore, although eating his soul will definitely greatly increase her strength, and maybe she can evolve into an elite old ghost woman, but now that she has been inserted by the devil, it is better to keep the wealth in her hand, anyway, she has tricked the mage into making a lot of magic items for her, plus the accumulated wealth and the devil's promise, it is enough-

The succubus hissed out the last syllable.

A heavy thing fell on the old ghost woman's back.

The old ghost woman likes to ride on the back of a sleeping victim in the form of a spirit body, and experience his powerlessness and pain.

Now she knows what it's like to have someone on her back.

Her back was immediately trampled off, and she fell like mud. A viscous, jet-black liquid gushed out from under his body, and it was blood.

The old ghost woman howled and struggled, and the beautiful blue elf's body gradually degenerated into its ugly original form.

"Lovely Smurfs?" The metal man descended from the void with steaming flames and blood, and turned his head, as if he was still a little uncomfortable with being summoned, "So am I Gargamel now?"

"Tin Man!" Melganis shook off the dying mage, slammed him against the wall and slid off, why did he have to give up the good things he had already got his hands on every time he saw the Tin Man!

The metal man mistook his heel and spun around in half a circle. Now the old ghost woman stopped screaming, because her whole back and internal organs had become charred paste.

Melganis and his men hurled their burning spears at the metal men like a rain of fire.

In the midst of the flaming serpent, the metal man leaped to his feet, stuck several flaming spears in his body, and pounced on Melganis, who was also rushing towards him. Like a bullfight, this time Melganis failed to pick the metal man, but the two burning horns were firmly grasped, and with a hard push, Melganis staggered a few steps, and the metal man immediately pounced, hugged the devil's waist, and pushed him backwards with unimaginable force, Melganis roared wildly, waving a huge flaming fist and slamming the metal man, revealing a blazing red light, enveloping the two of them in flames, but the metal man seemed to be unmoved, and even ignored the huge depression on his back-

Melganis's claws made long traces of flames across the condensed iron lake, and as the metal men continued to advance, they felt a great panic as they rushed towards the black shadow that was freezing the entire iron lake!

The devils were dumbfounded.

The huge black shadow was also moved, and the incandescent gaze turned to the human cannonball that was rushing towards him, and stretched out his hand as if to block it, but it didn't stop the huge momentum, so he could only watch them tear through their giant claws, and then crash into their arms.

The shadows devoured them. Then an earth-shattering scream came from it - it was Melganis's voice.

The next moment the metal man and Melganis cut through the shadows, and they became inseparable.

Melganis and the Metal Men are immune to fire - but any such immunity must have a proper formula.

They're all melting, and they're all together.

A large chunk of black was torn apart, clinging to them and leaving the shadows together, rolling down onto the Iron Lake.

Fire. It's all fire.

Every piece, every trace, every bit of black turned into fire. The heat contained in that black is unimaginable - as if a small piece of ink thrown into a water tank can turn the whole tank into a black one, and the loose black spreads endlessly, igniting everything that comes into its cross, even the devil.

Steel melted, huge cracks opened in the iron lake, and hot molten iron gushed out of it, flowing freely, reclaiming the power that belonged to it.

Melganis was still howling and struggling, but in vain. His fist can even break through the metal man's body, but at this moment, it melts like wax on the metal man's body, the flames on the two of them are so blazing and weird, weird that even the color of the flame is the most ethereal black, the temperature is indescribable, only to see Melganis dissolve little by little in the black flames, and the metal that seems to be flowing according to a certain trajectory merges together, and then is gradually sucked into the hollow in the chest by the metal man, and the veins clearly spread to the whole body......

"Bloody ...... of Phaethon" The dark shadow looked completely unharmed, but he hissed, and the temperature was raised a little with each syllable, "You actually have the blood of Phaethon......"

The last line of defense has finally been breached, and the demons have swarmed in.

"Flame Monarch!" One of the soul demons who rushed in first screamed after seeing the black shadow, and his huge body froze suddenly, as if he wanted to retreat, but the black shadow's incandescent gaze had already turned to look at him, and several focuses fell on the soul judge, which instantly made his whole body begin to burn, and quickly turned into a puddle of ashes - as long as the black shadow's gaze fell on whom, he would definitely scream and burn, and there were many bloody elites among the demons who swarmed in, but there was no one in front of the black shadow! Thankfully, the shadow didn't linger with the influx of demons, and he spread his black wings, flew up with a boundless stream of flames, and crashed into the steel dome, burning through it like a layer of tissue paper, and vanishing as if it had appeared out of nowhere—except that it left a huge void engulfed in flames.

As the Flame Monarch left, the iron layer on the surface of the Iron Lake made a loud cracking sound and began to crumble and melt.

Step by step, the metal man walked out of the lake.

The demons looked at the metal man and noticed that he had changed somewhat.

A pair of giant steel wings spread out behind the metal man. It is the kind of wing bone between a bat and an insect, narrow and sharp like a knife's edge, and countless burning flames dance on the translucent wing membrane, like dripping blood. And his dissolved body also condensed again, flesh and metal intertwined and fused with each other to reform a slender and powerful torso, hands and feet, and the recast black metal armor covered the shoulders and back. The body in the waist, abdomen and limbs, layer upon layer, hideous and terrifying, the damage on the chest also began to repair itself automatically under the inexplicable force, the strange tissue between the creature and the steel wriggled and healed, for a moment it seemed to form Melganis's painful and twisted face, but then began to change into various vague faces or shapes, spinning and absorbing all the heat and flames that the Flame Monarch had not taken away, and finally smoothly solidified, twisting into a huge radial dark red sigil that spread half of the body.

The Black Flame of the Flame Monarch finally fused the hearts and flesh of tens of millions of infernal creatures that had been devoured and absorbed by the metal people for a long time, shaping him into a terrifying monster between machine and demon.

The metal man put away the blade wings on his back, looked at the demons surrounding him, and said coldly, "You guys are coming too slowly. ”。