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If someone looked from afar, the area around Hell Gate Fort was completely shrouded in a terrifying cloud of steaming smoke, and the people in it couldn't even tell the difference between heaven and earth. The boiling clouds of smoke were sucked up by the scorching tornado caused by the Flame Monarch, spreading out in the air to form a black oppressive cloud, and from time to time burning stones fell down, like meteors, and the Flame Monarch's vague form dotted with white-hot light that was more dazzling than the brightest starlight wandered in this sea of fire and smoke to chase and intercept the structure, he was not flying, let alone swimming in the smoke and dust, but seemed to suddenly dissipate in one place, and then condensed into a new form by the fireworks elsewhere, stopping on the flight path of Forty-Seven, no matter how he clashed left and right, he could not escape the smoke cloud cover of the Flame Monarch, like a butterfly in a net。

Forty-Seven swept through the jungle, and behind him was a billowing black cloud drawn by the Flame Monarch, engulfing a large forest in an instant, and Forty-Seven didn't fly far in a straight line, a huge wall of fire rose out of thin air in front of him, forcing him to turn upward, and the Flame Monarch also rose into the air, carrying more smoke and ashes with him - leaving only the scorched earth that burned away.

Luckily, the Flame Monarch doesn't seem to be willing to go too far from the Hell Gate Fortress, otherwise I'm afraid the entire Sleeping Forest will be set on fire in this cat-and-mouse game. The three elements of burning seemed to have only one left in front of the Flame Monarch. Those ashes mixed with flames tumbling in front of anyone with a little physical common sense, he will tell you that there is no longer any possibility of burning, and the air has become highly toxic, full of all kinds of terrible gases produced by combustion, and the concentration of oxygen has been reduced to enough to sustain life, which is no less than the effect of the Death Cloud Technique, but under the control of the Flame Monarch, Yiqiē is still burning and rushing towards Forty-Seven, as if to put this unruly monkey into the alchemy furnace and make it into a golden pill。

In fact, his flames were not completely ineffective against Forty-Seven, the screams of the BBQ devil had become more and more blurred, and his flesh and blood were left under the effect of the flames and Forty-Seven's own power, on the contrary, after Melganis, who thought it was part of the source of power, was wiped out, Forty-Seven felt that his strength was greater and more proficient, and the pure power in purgatory flowed back into his body--hey, this devil was really annoying to the point of indigestion. Forty-seven cursed in his heart, and actually broke through a wall of fire, only to be forced to climb rapidly by another wall of flames.

"Custer, get the Captain and the Elves out of here, Filgas, you too! Whatever has become of you, go! If you don't want to die with the construct!"

Eldris shouted, struggling to maintain a bearable environment in the inferno of flames with her spells, she felt weak at every moment - the flames and smoke had cut off her connection with nature, and in this extremely harsh environment, mana was rapidly depleting, and each protective spell required more energy, but the duration was significantly shorter......

Filgas didn't appreciate it, did she remember her former comrades? The demonic elves just stayed faithfully and scattered in the scorching black clouds, dodging the flames that were too strong, and many eyes were staring at the battle situation above, and they had no intention of leaving or acting, let alone staying in the sheltered area of Eldris.

Their bodies would also be scorched by the intense flames licking, but at the same time, they would be rapidly restored by the surging dark aura, and even shifting between ashes and the original state when they were in a hurry—rituals were still at work in a certain way, and the new flesh and limbs given to the demonic elves showed astonishing efficiency and speed under the influence of the magic of the hell abyss, but at the moment this terrifying power was more like an eternal torment. This is an incomparably cruel superpower, the Flame Monarch's flames burn and incinerate them, and then they are restored by the dark magic brought by the Flame Monarch, this torture is nothing less than suffering in the eternal scorching hell, their lives are like a joke, constantly being shaped as they please, and their cold and gloomy expressions and demeanor seem to be out of this qiē encounter, who has the time to listen to whether there is a wailing soul hidden under the terrifying appearance of the demon.

"No...... We have to figure it out...... Don't let that monster run rampant like this, the forest will ......" Zaridan coughed as he spoke, spitting out clots of blood with black ash.

"There's nothing we can do - let the constructor deal with it!" "Ildris drove the clouds of smoke around him to open a way for his compatriots to get out of here, "It's impossible for this kind of being to stay in the main substance for long!we just need to try not to attract his attention, he seems to be obsessed with grabbing the construct! When he does, he may return—Mr. Anton!What are you doing?!"

Anton didn't need Milia's help. He went from being an exhausted and dying old guy to a time when he was dozens of years younger, back to the peak of his body and spirit. Although his appearance had not changed much, the holy power around him was by no means the same as before, and the white light flickered like thunder and lightning, and had a strange echo with the sky covered by smoke and clouds, and it was actually refracted on it as dazzling as the aurora borealis, and even the flames of hell could not hide it—Milia was shocked by this miraculous sight, was Anton really just an old holy warrior who lived in seclusion in the sleeping forest?

"Mr. Anton, you-" Milia was bathed in the divine glow that burst out from Anton, and all the tiredness and powerlessness were swept away, but looking at the glorious appearance of the old holy warrior, she felt an incomparably solemn and sacred, irresistible momentum, which made people not feel that they wanted to look up, but with an ominous premonition.

"Actually, the High Priestess is right...... "Anton held his mediocre long sword, and now the slightest ray of brilliance was pouring into the body of the sword: "This Flame Monarch is likely to come for the construct, and after achieving his goal, he may return to the Abyss of Hell, so that we can all be preserved...... I hope so, but it may just be wishful thinking on our part, and in any case, now is the only chance we can retreat. ”

He didn't seem to hear Ildris shouting behind him, "But I can't do that." Even if it's insignificant, I'm going to cause as much trouble as I can for this big devil...... It's not just the stubbornness of being an old man, and it's not just the stupidity of a paranoid man who has to face evil......"

Anton's gasping was rapid, and he seemed to say as if to himself, not giving Milia a chance to interject at all: "I did a lot wrong in this matter...... But now I think I'm doing the right thing...... The constructor may not be willing to accept my help, and I can't deny that he doesn't seem to be good in the broadest sense of the word, though I never think he's unforgivably evil...... He doesn't even have what we call life in common sense, but that's not a reason to convince myself to stay out of it, and I, as a knight, should do everything I can for those in need - not just you, but him as well. ”

"Stop him!he'll make the Flame Monarch notice us!" With Ildris' shout, several unfettered Night Elves pounced on Anton—

A blinding glow erupted from Milia's greatsword, blocking them out.

"What are you doing!" Ildris was furious, "now is not the time for infighting!

"All-Knowing and Almighty...... Please forgive me for not seeing your brilliance now......" Milia stood behind Anton, as if he had some realization: "Please forgive me for my wavering, my confusion, but at this moment, I firmly believe that I have chosen the right path, and I wield my sword for it, even if I will regret it in the future...... Mr. Anton, I believe you are right, no matter who stands next to us and what sins he bears, we should do what we should do, and we should not change the balance of justice in our hearts for personal likes and dislikes. Milia swung the long sword in her hand vigorously, the sword wind was full of solemnity, her gaze was firm, and at this moment she was like a true disciple of Anton.

Stubborn! Stupid! Faced with Milia, a little girl who listens to the wind and rain, Eldris was helpless for a while.

The siege around Forty-Seven is gradually shrinking.

He withdrew the cannon, for the Flame Missile could not hurt the Flame Monarch in the slightest except to create a futile explosion - and as the Flame Monarch became more and more impatient, the Flame Missile was absorbed almost silently as it flew into the black cloud. It's just a hindrance to the body's flexibility.

"You can't escape! it's time to regret your choice!" The Flame Monarch hugged Forty-Seven, and the flames burned his wings in a blink of an eye, although he then struggled to fall out of the black clouds, and in less than two seconds, he spread his wings that were larger and more suitable for flying than before, and the wings that waved even dispelled the surrounding darkness in an instant, but there was already a lingering flame burning on his body- The strange black flame adsorbed the dust particles floating in the air, not exerting heat, but like countless leeches, it was constantly squeezing from Forty-Seven's body, and the dust and smoke swirled around Forty-Seven like a storm, as if a big hand choked him, and the ashes attached to his body continued to thicken and condense into a shell, making his body clumsy and ineffective.

"Hurry up, don't be clumsy!" Dagura mercilessly threw a mage who was a little slower because of the violent jolting out of the control room, he flew into the air with his hands in his hands, and just out of the protective range of the flying machine's spell shield, the howl was several times louder, and the mage's robe was blown wildly by the storm for a moment before it burst into flames, and he turned into a burning man with the mage.

"You'd better collect enough samples!" Dagulas was annoyed that he didn't have time to take a closer look at this beautiful view, "Do you know what a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity it is to observe a great devil of this level face-to-face?!What are you doing?!Leave that melting table!"

The red-robed female mage did not participate in this chaotic observation meeting. She stood steadily on the turbulent aircraft like a boat in a huge wave, and when she saw that the structure gradually seemed to be powerless, there was finally a subtle fluctuation in her clear gaze.

"Mr. Anton, you can't close this abyss passage! You can't banish the Flame Monarch back to hell!" Since it was difficult to stop it by force for a while, Iirdris turned to trying to persuade: "This is far beyond your ability and mine! You have no effect by doing so except to anger him-"

Anton ignored her, he had no time to deal with anyone now, and in order to live up to the truth he believed in, this would be the last battle of the knight's glory.

The surrounding clouds of smoke seemed to realize the little trouble that this insignificant group of ants might cause, and began to roll and squeeze over.

"I am guided by loyalty, and my soul is sacrificed...... Anton's voice gradually became louder and louder, and finally he was crying out almost with his whole life: "...... Demons in the depths of hell, your black fire can't hurt me! In the name of justice and goodness, you will eventually fall back into the endless abyss!"

Straight pillars of light rose to the sky—as if opening the gates of heaven.

The Flame Monarch, whose hands were scattered by the flying forty-seven again and again, but who had condensed them again and again, looked away for the first time, and he was no longer just furious.

The clouds formed by the accumulation of countless ashes sank violently, pulling down the agus floating machinery that was watching the bustle a lot. The light on Anton's body was also dimmed by the lead cloud, and blood oozed from the corners of the old palain's mouth, and then evaporated—but he still stood stubbornly, holding on.

"You old stubborn—" Eldris stepped back in horror, barely having time to pull Caster beside her.

Milia looked up and met the blazing white eyes of the Flame Monarch. She screamed, feeling that she was blind, the armor and clothes on her body were melting, and the big sword in her hand was like a soldering iron, and her hot hands rattled.

The elves without the protection of the Holy Light are worse than her. The place where the Flame Monarch's gaze swept immediately ignited a line of fire, and the unfortunate elves who were overshadowed by their gaze burned like ants under a magnifying glass—in just a moment, Anton's place was as hot as a salvo of dragon breath from ten red dragons.

The light seemed to be extinguished for a moment—but in the blink of an eye, the pillar of light rose again, breaking through the flames and clouds, brilliant and beautiful, accompanied by a louder and louder cry.

Forty-Seven lost his balance in the air and seemed to fall, and immediately struggled to fly up again, his wings destroyed for the third time. It seemed that the situation would be worse if it landed on the ground, and he had no doubt that in that case the Flame Monarch would melt the entire area into lava and pull it into the Nether Realm - although he didn't mind going back and looking, it was not at this time and in this way.

Forty-seven tore at the ashes and hard shells on his body, what the hell. The Flame Monarch had burned all the rocks, dirt, and trees into ashes with his body, and even the joints were choked—Forty-Seven was sure that if he continued like this, he would sooner or later be refined into a nondescript lump of iron by the Flame Monarch, and he would carry it home in his pocket—Kaz was still floating in outer space!

Suddenly, something in the body jumped, and it seemed that there was a small explosion. The power of the "God of Forging" that Billy once mentioned helped him to try to get through the current predicament from the inside out, this god was very hot-blooded, always anxious, and unlike other gods, he didn't seem to have learned the bad habit of putting on a solemn and holy pose after the matter was over.

But if Forty-Seven had been close to Argus's flying machine, he might have heard the syllables whispered by the red-robed mage, and if he had gotten closer, he might have heard the syllables different from the usual spell spells, lacking the intricate and indistinct intricacies of the intricate and long, ambiguous variations, and more of a bit of savage fanaticism, even with a peculiar beat, as if - like a dwarven war song.

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic suit, this chapter is the third chapter of the burning jungle in the forty-fourth round of the flood furnace of the revolt address is.