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A thunderbolt rolled through the sky.

Thunder and lightning tore through the black clouds and went straight down like a silver-white python. The pure and grand energy hit the burning earth, without unparalleled explosive power, but like a magnet, it sucked the surrounding qiē to the falling point - steam, smoke clouds, flames, and stones that had not been burned out by chance were all sucked through, and even the huge body of the Flame Monarch was shaken, and in the storm that was rolling in all directions, the Flame Monarch put aside the forty-seven, who was already a turtle in the urn in his eyes, and bent down towards the holy light.

The scorching black fire cloud was tilting towards Anton like a landslide. Although the Flame Monarch didn't understand the truth of the Thousand Miles Dike collapsing into an anthill, judging from the rapidly increasing instability of the Abyss Passage, it seemed that one of the ants in this nest that he had not paid attention to had caused trouble that could not be ignored.

The Flame Monarch was completely dismissive of speaking to these people. As one of the powerful great devils after the Devil Grand Duke and the Eight Demon Generals, who ruled the Nine Prisons, he has long been cautious to stay away from the intrigues and tricks in hell, away from those ill-intentioned tigers, wandering in bloody battles and manipulating some small and medium-sized battles, so as to have fun and seek to improve his strength, in his opinion, there is nothing more important than increasing his strength, and nothing is more respectable than overwhelming strength. If it weren't for the fact that the things on this construct's body really made him salivate and leave the abyss much faster than he expected, he wouldn't have deigned to descend to a puddle of mud like the main material realm, how could he allow himself to be calculated by these tiny bugs!

"Run—" Queen Eldris retreated, her beautiful face already blistered with blood, and she looked around weakly, trying to cover the other elves with the last bit of strength.

A meteor burst through the cloud of smoke and flew towards her. It wasn't that the Flame Monarch was deliberately attacking her, it was just that the flaming meteorites that fell with the Flame Monarch were numerous and flying at will—but by the time Ildrith looked back and saw it, it was too late to avoid it.

Custer jumped over like a leopard and jerked her away. The meteor that followed was smashing down on him, pushing him to plow a deep furrow of smoke and dust on the ground.

"Custer!" Ildris rose from the ground with a dusty face and rushed to Custer's side.

The elven warrior's entire body was a blur of flesh and blood, like a rag that had been twisted vigorously, exuding a terrifying smell of burning. He just raised his head slightly, and then hung limply.

Zaridan just glanced back at Ildris's trembling shoulders, would she feel guilty and regretful for what had happened? Maybe she would correct her mistakes, or she would or she wouldn't, God knows, her intelligence and sensitivity made her extremely noble and arrogant and willful, no matter how long she could live, growing up was to make mistakes, but at least she had to be given the opportunity to correct them.

Custer, my comrade-in-arms, I swear by you that I will live up to the glory of the elves and the name of a warrior!

Zaridan set his eyes on the Flame Monarch. He stubbornly straightened up and walked forward against the smoky hot wind - until he stood in front of Anton. By this time, Milia had already dropped his sword and curled up behind Anton almost unconsciously.

I'm coming, you fiery bastard.

"Warrior ......" Anton shouted hoarsely, holding his sword.

Zaridan didn't look back.

"I regret that I can't protect my people with my hands...... But I can't accept the fate of bending my knees before the devil. He chanted in the old Elven language: "Since it is doomed to ruin, then I must at least prove it...... It is not you human beings who have the courage to stand up for evil and fear. ”

He stepped towards the Flame Monarch, and fire began to catch fire on his tall body—but Zal Idan still staggered forward, with a determined step. He stretched out his left hand and tried to block the Flame Juggernaut in front of him, providing Anton with some barrier until he was completely engulfed.

Anton looked at the back of Zaridan as he finally burned out, and seemed to have gained some kind of strength. As if Zaridan's tenacious and stubborn will merged with his stubborn and unyielding soul, the light was blazing, the wind seemed to be deliberately avoiding it, and the fire was slightly thinner, and Anton chanted aloud, and began to disintegrate the abyssal gap maintained by the Flame Monarch more urgently, trying to expel him back.

But the Flame Monarch came unhindered. He paused in front of Anton, even with his might, he couldn't completely ignore the light of a paladin burning with his life—damn the Lord Material Realm!If it was in the abyss...... No matter where it is!!, the Flame Monarch rose like a python, ready to deliver a fatal blow.

Another anaconda fell from the sky.

Forty-seven dragged the trail of the flames and slammed them down on the Flame Monarch, causing him to let out an unexpected hiss.

The brilliance that was even more blazing than the sun had flowed all over Forty-Seven's body, and the hard shell of ashes that the Flame Monarch had used to bind him had completely burned off from his body, and the brilliance was completely different from the Flame Monarch's black flames, but it seemed to be the same path, they were intertwined and devouring each other, but no matter how it looked at it, it seemed that Forty-Seven was constantly eating at the Flame Monarch's body......

Waves of flamestorms spread outward, and it was the roar of the Flame Monarch, which was obviously beyond his expectations. Originally, as long as it stabilized its position, the Fae and Ertong True Fire released by this construct was nothing, and it could regain the upper hand with its abundant flame energy, but the key was that there was a damn paladin who was constantly trying to close the spatial passage to expel himself, just like a person with a noose around his neck, although he just had to reach out and take the rope off his neck, but he couldn't stand the person below who was kicking the stool hard!

The gains outweigh the losses if this continues--the main material realm is originally a bastard place where there is no replenishment and can only be constantly depleted! Weighing the pros and cons, the Flame Monarch decided to take the initiative to retreat.

But not an unconditional compromise.

The Black Cloud Storm spun rapidly, and he tried to take the Blood-Rich Construct with one last bit of effort - he had missed it once in the Abyss Iron Keep due to shock and surprise and demonic harassment, and this time it wasn't that simple!

At forty-seven and one times, his body flew involuntarily, and the little white light became chaotic but unrelentingly shining on him, the power was unprecedentedly crazy and ferocious, his body was gradually melting because he couldn't bear it, just like when he was in the iron lake, the molten iron was like a spring of sweat, and the body continued to melt, and he couldn't get rid of it with all his strength.

Well, you'd better kill me in one go, or I'll crawl back even if I tear up Purgatory!!Forty-Seven raised his left arm and concentrated all his True Fire energy on the muzzle of the cannon, even death would not satisfy this bastard. Isn't it just death, I don't know how many times I have died on the interstellar battlefield.

A green veil pulled Forty-Seven out of the black cloud for a moment, then vanished. Ildris's eyes shone like stars, and two lines of tears slid across her once-beautiful face, drying up in the blink of an eye.

Anton roared, the light of the holy power reaching the sky, and the ground shook violently.

"Go back to Hell!" Forty-Seven's construction cannon in his hand spewed out a scorching white light, breaking through the black clouds and completely dispersing the Flame Monarch's body, tearing even the smoke and dust into pieces.

In the storm of collapse, the voice of the Flame Monarch was like the thunder of hell: "-Don't be complacent! This is nothing! The moment of our goodbye will not be long! I will wait for you, I will wait for you! The blood of Phaedon must be mine!"

"Wait a minute, you bastard. "Blowing down the smoke of the cannon, Forty-Seven looked like a Western gunner who had won a duel.

The red-robed female mage on the flying machine looked indifferently at the swirls of smoke and clouds up and down, left and right, and seemed to have completely lost interest.

"It's over?" Dagulas was still staring down, drenched in sweat, and had they not been burned to death in the skies above the battle

The mage turned around and saw Dagulas retracting her gaze at the same time, looking at her with a smirk.

"Not yet, but it's over for us. ”

"It's really thrilling, thanks to that construct...... But what was going on, he seemed to have been manipulated by someone - was it the resonance of some kind of spell? yes! It must be! But what was the spell that made the constructor feel like an aphrodisiac?" She was like an incorrigible scientist.

"I don't care, I've collected all the numbers, we should go back, it's too hot in this place. The mage had a rare chance of putting down her hood, and she was already sweating profusely.

Dagulas exclaimed excitedly, "It's so hot, my clothes are sticking to my body, I miss the bathtub and the hot spring bath - return!" she waved her arms, the mage's robe clinging to her body and revealing her curves, if it weren't for the rest of her life, the control room would have been bleeding a long time ago.

"yes, dear, I just heard you chanting, it seems to be a rare magic...... What is it?"

"That pinching moment is, of course, defensive magic. ”

"You seem to be lying...... Say, don't be so stingy. "Dagulas's coquettish voice may be resisted by few men, but it has little effect on the female mage, but fortunately she doesn't mind.

"You must have heard it wrong. The mage walked past her impatiently, as if she was tired of Dagulas's gibberish.

"That kind of singing, it seems to be...... Is it the primitive spells that have been secretly handed down by the barbarian tribes since time immemorial? maybe the dwarves?...... Wait!" Dagulas tapped her chin with her finger, as if she had awakened something.

"Huh?" The petrified longsword stabbed her body, triggering Dagulas's defenses, snow-white magical runes flashing around her.

"What do you want to do?!" she looked at the red-robed mage behind her in disbelief, and then realized the truth.

"Kill you. "The female mage gathers strength.

And so it was...... You bitch, you're vicious, but you think the petrification spell will work on me?" Dagulas changed her delicate and lovely appearance, and her face was full of fierceness.

The "......" female mage ejected a few magic missiles and was easily stopped by Dagulas's shield, but she obviously didn't expect to use this against Dagulas, and she didn't plan to deal with her personally.

The tentacles on the craft suddenly writhed, and the eyeball crystals burst into flashes of magic. While it wasn't possible to use it against Dagulas, and it wasn't even too late to take aim before Dagulas stopped her, it was enough to fire.

All sorts of magic rays were fired aimlessly, but they all hit the flame vortex formed by the Flame Monarch.

"You—" Dagulas screamed, but Molil had already cast a dimensional anchor to hit her as she jumped out of the craft.

The disturbed cloud of fire wrapped around the craft like a large octopus reaching out its tentacles, dragging it into the whirlpool along with everyone above it, engulfing it along with Dagulas's hysterical screams.

The clouds exploded, throwing smoke and dust into the higher heavens—the form that the Flame Monarch had abandoned in the main material realm that no longer needed a medium.

Those who were lucky enough to be alive felt a biting chill - the ashes that had swept them away had become devoid of temperature, and the Flame Monarch had taken the heat it had brought with him and returned to Hell.

Anton still held on to his sword, like a beacon.

Eldris stared at him blankly, not even paying attention to Forty-Seven hovering in the sky - this old paladin really closed the gap in the abyss!

When Miria woke up, she was surprised to find that she was unharmed, except for the fact that her clothes were burned. She got up and looked for Anton—and finally, she found the old paladin standing a short distance ahead, almost buried.

She pulled Anton out of the thick ashes. The old paladin was light, like a feather.

Anton closed his eyes as if he had just fallen asleep. But Milia's tears poured out. Little by little, he began to turn into dusty powder—only with a triumphant smile on his lips.

A faint wave reached Milia. She opened her teary eyes and noticed that Anton's simple sword was now flowing with a life-like color—she reached out and stroked the inscription that had just appeared on the sword.

"What we defend with our lives is not faith, but justice."