87_87643 "You're really looking for trouble, looking for big trouble!"

The shriveled skin of the Styx gondolier's shriveled mouth, revealing dead gray gums and a mouth full of bony fangs, and his eyes glowing red with anger, was a look of dignity that frightened anyone who was weak-willed: "And you have implicated me in it! I tell you, if I am injured by this, even the slightest bruising, I will leave you behind, and even if you are really strong enough to annihilate an entire army of demons, you will be lost forever in the endless waterways of the Styx!

That being said, he rowed much faster, almost twice as fast.

"Who made us have to kill each other to get the ticket? Who made us have to walk near a large group of smelly and hard Batzu? And who deliberately chose such a path that forced us to endure the misery and despair of the gray ruins for a long time, and now that something happened there was no place to escape?"

"Sorry, I had to do this. I sensed that there was an enemy hiding in that fleet, and that once she was deployed, we would be in a much worse position than we are now. ”

Morriel's expression was slightly tired, and his eyes reflected the light of the raging fire clouds in the distant sky. That force was familiar to her, as she had once pushed her former colleague, Dagulas, into the middle of the same fire. Along with the heat rises hatred. If the dead were sentient, it must have been the resentment that could only erupt from the charcoal of the blazing fire—even a slight burning pain in the heart of the female mage.

The flames tumble and expand. Expanding rapidly and condensing at the same time, it is like a huge fish with teeth and claws. There was a faint black and red in the bright fire halo, as if the giant beast had torn its skin due to the change in shape, revealing the bloody internal organs in its body.

The fire was heavy and weighed on the head of the disorganized fleet. Ignite at the touch of a button. Seven or eight clippers had gradually broken away from the group and fanned out in fan-circles—all of them carrying fire, dragging out billowing smoke and speeding up under the scorching magic. Closer and closer. Most of the devils are not afraid of fire, but the water of the River Styx is not something that other races other than the riverside people can easily withstand. They have to fight hard in public and private, and there are big people behind the women and blind people, and no one knows how long the wooden boat under them will be able to support this purgatory-like chase.

A fireball flew past the arrows thrown by the devils and flew towards the fugitives, and the boatman swung the boat as if he had eyes in the back of his head. The scorching heat burst out, and the water surface within a radius of dozens of feet immediately became steamy. Fergas immediately shot back, the silver light of the constructed strongbow in his hand flowing, the plucking of the strings was so fast that it was completely unclear, and the arrows shot out one after another. It's incredibly connected in a perfect straight line. The silver thread remained in the air for a moment, and then a small but striking flash appeared among the pursuers, and the fireball launcher was undoubtedly annihilated by the deadly combo - but a small trouble brought the two sides closer, and it was not long before similar attacks rained down on their heads.

"So you're stupid enough to choose to go to war in the River Styx?" the boatman gasped as he completed his difficult evasive maneuvers, and for some reason he seemed to soften slightly when he noticed the graceful and cruel Iron Elf, "I admit that your strength is far greater than I estimated. But you must know that if my ship is broken, you will be dead in the River Styx! There may be a thousand demons behind you. How much longer can you hold out?"

Several puffs of burning black smoke peeked out from the edge of the cloud of fire, extending frantically like a huge, abominable, deformed palm

"So I fervently hope that you will take us away from them before we run out of strength. ”

Morriel was so familiar with her spells that a word or two wouldn't affect the accuracy or speed of her spells, but not so perfect that she could be distracted from her tone and choose her words. Rainbow of light was born with her words and gestures, and the beautiful light of various colors flickered, and the hand of the female mage pointed upward, and soon became a dazzling rainbow wall between them and the smoke cloud.

Another invisible spell pushed the rainbow wall towards the scorching black smoke like a python. And force it to thin out, to collapse, to spark everywhere. The filthy power of Hell has been repulsed, and the Devils of the Enclave will not be able to hide in the black Burning Clouds to launch a surprise attack. The boatman was genuinely surprised this time - just as the dumbest landlord should be able to sense the wind, the inhabitants of the plane knew a little bit about magic. Of course, it knows how hard it can be to get a static defensive spell to work and still be active, and many spellcasters will even say in no uncertain terms: impossible. It's even more capable than summoning a thunderstorm...... She stirred up in the devil's army for a moment and then quickly lost the battle, apparently just to preserve her strength.

Since there are still fights, the riverside people do not have the habit of leaving their customers lightly. The benefits and risks are directly proportional. The Yugros do not get carried away at the slightest insult or offense. Nor will they be overly obsessed with their orderly nature and lead to a dilemma in some cunning trap. It's not chaos that's driving the multiverse in stride, it's not order. It's the interests. If it weren't for the noble and excellent eugros who worked day and night to manage the left and right, what could this damn bloody war create of anything valuable? For example, there is a city of corpses ruled by a giant of eugros, which is all built with the victims of the bloody battle as materials.

As for the bloody war, the demons of the three races consumed too much energy, deepening the mutual hostility rooted in their souls day by day, and countless evils were lost, countless worlds were calmed, countless families were at peace, and countless good and beautiful things were preserved, these factors were not considered by the boatman at all.

The chill soaked through the withered skin of the riverside man, and he couldn't help but shiver. The Warlock Girl unleashed a stream of cold air, and a gray mist mixed with the water of the Styx spread. The power of the river is more powerful than any kind of magic. Firecloud had to hold off on the next wave of attacks, and drew up the power to erect a wall of fire in front of the entire Devil's fleet to stop the Frosty Mist. The boatman suddenly found that his proud anti-magic powers seemed to disappear in the face of the little girl's cold air, which made the boatman panic even more than the sudden loss of her stupid eyes—the moderate scare of customers had always been his favorite pastime, but now the situation was reversed, and it seemed to be less fun.

"I'm trying!" he raised his voice. In order to consolidate his position as a leader: "What I have provided you with is a smooth and easy path! I have no choice but to take some risks now...... This time, let's talk about it in advance, and don't blame me for not reminding you when the time comes. ”

The penny rises and falls. The boatman seems to be the engine of a wooden boat, precise and powerful.

"We riverside people analyze the flow of the Styx and calculate the route. The River Styx is fickle, so the route is rarely repeated. But it's safe and secure – unless, as it is now, with last-minute adjustments for the sake of passengers. The consequences of a hasty change are unpredictable, so don't expect me to take you away from the grey ruins all at once, and don't blame me if something goes wrong!" A rain of fireballs erupted from the fire cloud, half of which was offset by the female mage's counterspell, and the rest was detonated by the Iron Elf's arrows.

"I never blame the poor cuò," Morriel said, "after all." Life is inevitably bad at one time or another. ”

On the other hand, the chaotic chase also made it impossible for Dagulas to redeploy. She was angry and annoyed, and sent several mental instructions one after another to reorganize the team, kicked a bloody mercenary off the ship for no reason, and teleported to Alai's side, only to find that this guy was afraid that he would no longer be able to control it.

Looking at his appearance, it is a question of whether he can recognize his companions. Dagulas couldn't stop him, and now the temperature around Alai even made her feel unbearable, and the black flames that had been dormant in her body for a long time also had a tendency to make noise and spew out, which proved that the power that Lord Bato bestowed on the fire mage might be above her. Dagulas had never thought of this before. She should have been more valued - she was really naïve, and the Flame Monarch who looked down on all things could only tremble at the feet of Mephistopheles and be at her mercy, so what right did she have to make the Helllord take a second look? Aren't Alai's body and soul, which seem to burn forever, a better carrier of hellfire than her?

"Don't be impulsive!" Dagulas tried to keep her composure, "I have a tracking scroll from His Majesty Mephisto Felix, and we can catch them wherever they flee." If you fight Moriel on the River Styx, it's easier to get into trouble! Don't you know her, what she's best at fishing in troubled waters!"

Alley didn't answer, the mechanical organ that supported his vocalization had already melted and fallen off. A corona-like black demonic fire surrounded his head. The flesh gradually charred and faded, leaving only a flaming skull. The tattoo marks that were the hallmark of the red-robed mage were still faintly recognizable on Zài's skull—the pillar of fire rising from above his head into the black-red purgatory clouds, or rather, he was just a puppet pulled by the flames at the moment. More and more black melted into the fire cloud, and for a moment even the eternal indifference of the gray ruins suppressed and offset a lot. Driven by the evil heat, the devils began to go wild, and the flotilla chased after them with open wings. It's like a huge mouth that chooses people to eat.

Dagulas's rhetoric seems to have worked. It may be that the name of the Lord of Hell has some deterrent to Alai. It may also be that his burning brain has long lost the ability to make decisions on his own, and the fire cloud has not further destroyed his own fleet. Rather, it is maintaining a Bato-like environment that is progressing steadily. As the chase progresses, the pressure on the fugitives from the infernal army increases. Spell flashes and explosions became more frequent, and the non-Batz mercenaries were the first to fall victim to it, and those who could support it were killed by the enemy, and those who couldn't support it were burned to death by the friendly army - and then the devils from the lowest to the highest level went to fill the hole.

After several tug-of-wars, the scale of the chasing army has shrunk a lot, but the number comparison is still a situation of 100 out of 100. And the rest is almost all devils, which is a little more difficult to deal with after eliminating the weak.

"This can't be!" said the boatman, tired, his shriveled chest rising and falling under his gray robe, "Your enemies must have used some means to lock you down, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to keep up with them every time!

Filgas's eyes flashed. Her arrows seemed endless. But Morrill hadn't used spells for a while.

"I'll go. The Iron Elf put away his longbow and began to estimate the most promising attack path.

"No," the mage stopped her, "it's too dangerous." Look at the starters all the way."

"What will my master do? I know very well that this is my duty. ”

"You're not him - so don't learn from him. I just made this mistake. Morriel shook his head: "It's that guy's patent to mess everything up and fight your way out of it...... But we can create chaos. In the end, we have to find a way. ”

She turned her face to look at the boatman, "You're right, it seems that our opponents are better at cheating. There is no way, I have to go ashore. ”

"Ashore?" the riverside man sneered. "I have already told you - there is nothing I can do in this situation. But I am equally opposed to this lady's adventure, dealing with a few hundred Batzu alone. There is also a big devil leader, which is too much. I think you still have some power, Miss Mage, maybe to protect yourself in a moment's time. But I think this is a critical juncture, you have to do something, and there must be a few outsiders like you who don't know how to do it. ”

Morrill sighed.

"Well, I still have a few spells. But I thought you could do it more easily......" she pointed in one direction, "I've only found a hidden portal over there. I think it leads to land, but the specifics are completely unclear, the power of the River Styx is too strong. I hope you can sue me for a better choice. ”

"Just kidding!" the boatman's gasp suddenly became much louder. "You know what? Styx can distort the gaze of any observer. Everything you see is an illusion! Except for us riversiders—"

"No one knows the River Styx and the portals in the River Styx better than you. It's a gift from your people, I know. Moriel's tone was cold again, as if she were reading a spell, and she was indeed casting a spell.

A hardened and resolute force grasped the wooden boat, which the boatman could feel, and could not resist. It was reversed and drifted towards the place the mage had spoken.

"Stop!" he cried out in horror, "You're going to kill us!"

"It's possible that what is predicted will always be different from what is actually happening. But as you said, this is a critical juncture. Isn't it time to do something?"

Using spells to forcibly teleport is really not as stable as the boatman's boat. In a matter of seconds, the River Styx rolled towards it like a top, and the swirling gray-black suppressed the illusion of stasis that even the heart was tired of beating. The wooden boat still did not leave the River Styx, but its direction changed to a big head down—the ladies flew with their powers, and the boatman, though a little wolf, jumped away with his strength in a hurry, and landed safely. The capsized boat fell down the top of the waterfall of dozens of feet above the waterfall and smashed into pieces on the gray stone at the bottom of the stream.

"You ......" As soon as the ship was destroyed, the boatman trembled in distress. "Your ship!"

"It's just a small boat. We've got enough money for you to buy ten bigger and newer ones. Stingy, you're not willing to work for this?" the succubus gloated as the pieces of wood swirled and floated on the bubbling water, and then were carried by the river into the underground waterways, which might lead deeper into the gray ruins.

"You know a!" the boatman threw the pole on the ground, "I'll rip off your wings and replace them with ten bigger pairs to see if you can fly?"

"Really, I thought that being unscrupulous and sowing discord was your second life. ”

"Stop arguing, let's go!"

The waterfall between the cliffs quickly bubbled up like a door. The space trembled, instinctively resisting the teleportation beyond the limits of the passage, and it didn't take long for it to be forcibly torn apart. Flames burst out of the waterfall. It's as if a small volcano is erupting. Countless flaming ship wrecks spat out of it. Falling to the ground, a huge fireball erupted, and a curtain of fire replaced the waterfall. Spread rapidly.

Morriel and his party were fast, but they weren't as good as the devil who was able to teleport after stepping on land. With a series of flashes of light suddenly appearing around them, the skeleton-shaped Osai Demon and the scaly Baba Demon appeared out of thin air to block the way. The Osai were half-arched, with long scorpion tails erected, appearing and then quickly vanishing—the few who were not invisible dangling their arms and heads, using their other natural abilities to erect a craggy wall of ice to separate their enemies. All of them let out a deafening roar, wielding a serrated broadsword in one hand and striding with a bright ball of fire in the other. With a single gesture, Kyro lifted all the ice walls. It transforms into a storm of ice shattering and pushes back, splattering black blood all over the expanded radius. Filgas swooped down on the Devil with the Ice Ring, his swinging blade claws forming a flowing silver band of light around her, and Ossemo's internal organs fell out of the air. Finally, the silver light separated and submerged into the bodies of the three baba demons, and the elf suddenly raised his head and lifted them. After a second's pause, the six pieces of the body flew in different directions.

The flames soared into the sky, and more and more devils were killed from the sea of fire. The Dreador flapped its wings and rose into the air, looking a bit like a miniature version of the Hellpurgatory. They salivate and murmur obscure incantations in their mouths. Another group of inferior demons, looking like lumps of flesh made by one or several humanoids that had been crushed and torn apart and then kneaded together, were summoned to fill the devil's army—hundreds of claws twitching and dancing, weaving into a filthy and frantic moving forest. It was even harder to get out of the scuffle when they were drawn into the melee, and Morriel and the others had to run down the small valley towards the wider plains.

"Where's Vadaria?"

Morriel glanced at it and saw that the succubus was gone.

"The Tanari is also born to teleport. Do you think she's an apostle on the astral plane?"

A dinosaur flying high in the air suddenly roared loudly. It flails its claws. An orange fireball flew straight out. The bright explosion caused not only flames, but also an extremely piercing scream. The whistling sound was like a starting pistol on the field, and at least fifty tall monsters with sharp beaks and claws appeared on the slopes of the greystone hills. At least eighty percent of them were phantoms, as the next two fireballs wiped out a dozen of them - but the appearance of these demons marked the beginning of a turnaround.

"Hey, come here!" the succubus appeared on the other side of the hill, waving his arms to Moriel and the others.

The female mages changed direction, and a huge flame rose from behind the Flomo team.

"Batzu maggot!" roared through the sky, and the archdemon's form flickered in the blazing firelight.

The blazing shockwave appeared the moment the Barlow Flame Demon appeared, washing away the ground near the waterfall portal. The air is hot. The unscathed demon that had been bathed in the fire stopped his progress and slowly began to melt - the formless porridge of flesh boiled and flowed towards the jet of fire, and after a few heartbeats - the flame seemed to solidify and turn a thick black. Fireworks dance wildly, and the storm is raging.

The Balorfire Demon soared into the sky like an upside-down fiery meteor. The swirling cloud of smoke nearly engulfed it, and after breaking through the black smoke, the protective fire was almost lost. Without hesitation, the Fire Demon cast a teleportation spell to distance himself from the Black Flame,

Angry screams again in the distance.

"Oh, Lord Hazelal will definitely hate me now. "Hazelal is supposed to be the name of the fire demon, and even Pipsqueak didn't expect the succubus to hook up with it after a single turn.

"The Flame Demon can't stop the Flame Monarch. "The blood on Filgas's body evaporated in the foehn wind. Even the lip line is as sharp as a blade: "You go first, I still have an account with it." ”

"There's no need. I'm so lucky...... Lord Hezelal is not a bare-bones commander. You see. The succubus said.

The grey ruins dull the senses. So without spells, Morriel needed a succubus reminder to notice a vague vision on the horizon. In a blink of an eye, her gaze was as sharp as an eagle, sweeping over the bleak hillside and dead bushes. Weathered ruins......

This was probably the most successful Eagle Eye technique a female mage had ever had. Because what she saw next was incomparably shocking.

One demon is terrifying, ten demons are desperate. Dozens. A hundred, thousands - as if it were just a few breaths, demons emerged from everywhere they could see and could not see, their howls mingling into a wave of vicious winds, and all sorts of strange and terrifying forms quickly flooded the gray wasteland, but the scene was dreamlike.

There is no shouting, no heads-up, every demon army is like a tide of **, appearing and flooding like a blowout. Countless such tides collided together and merged into a sea of pure evil. Flesh, armor, roar, fire, magic, visible and unseen waves tore through the dead silence of the grey ruins, Batzu and Tanari like blood gushing out of a wounded earth, you have me, I have you, layer upon layer twisted together, crushed to pieces, reduced to dark pieces of flesh like dirt.

Is the reason why the gray ruins are desperate and indifferent because the plane itself cannot withstand such a terrible madness?

Countless screams and screams mingled from one brain to another, and the near-endless radiation of the telepathic abilities of the creatures of Guò Purgatory called for more victims to report for duty. The two infernal races send countless soldiers on expeditions every day, dedicated to slaying each other out, but before they can reach Aphonas or the Plains of the Abyss, they must first cross the middle line - so the demon legions come to the gray ruins, wandering in endless depression, where an inferior demon encountering a cowardly demon can become the fuse of a grand bloody battle.

The female mage rushed left and right. Kairo protects everyone with mist and ice wind, Philgas acts as the pioneer, the devil kills the devil when he gets in his way, the demon gets in the way and kills the demon, the female mage opens her spiritual sense to endure the crazy arias of ordinary people who are about to collapse at the touch of a button to find a way out, although the number of devils and demons coming from all directions snowballs, they still do their best to kill the outer edge of the battlefield.

The blood-spattered Iron Elf sliced from the crotch of the first demon to the skull of the third.

"Listen?"

After a moment's respite, she looked back at the pale female mage. The two captured a message at the same time. Another wave of demons came from afar, but this time there was something very different mixed in with their manic and evil psychic voices. It's quirky, it's clear, it's powerful, it's beautiful, with a peculiar drum beat and vibrato.

Until this bloody battle is carried out.

Well, my eternal cliché is to let the protagonist come out and be handsome after talking nonsense......

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic suit, this chapter is the thirty-ninth round of the sixth chapter of the Juggernaut quietly played the soul song address.