The death of his companions angered the Fallen who had been unable to attack him for a long time, and the Black Knight, who was powerless against the Rock Hut, was even more angry with the magicians who dared to offend him.

"Mere human ...... Dog stuff!"

The black knight, whose face was hidden in his armor, his eyes glowing with terrible blood with his anger soaring, immediately reached out and grabbed the reins, forcibly turned the head of his mount under his crotch, and abandoned the rock hut that stubbornly resembled a rampart, and rushed towards the human beings with great contempt in his heart.

The Fallen, who were more or less stained with the flesh and blood of their companions, also followed with a roar, their feet were so strong that they could keep up with the horses corrupted by the power of the Black Knight.

The four slave gladiators were a little panicked as they watched the Fallen turn and counterattack, but the noble magicians beside them gave orders in a nonchalant tone, quickly calming the panic in their hearts.

"Raise the platoon of guns!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the slave gladiators reached out and grabbed a thumb-thick hemp rope, pulled up the "spears" that were connected in a staggered row, and showed their terrible fangs diagonally.

It is said to be a row of guns, which is essentially a wooden stick with a sharpened front end, and even a full number of branches, and the tail end is against the ground, thus forming a defensive weapon against high-speed troops.

The demon warlock, who was silent, saw the response of the human magician, and finally let go of the worries in his heart, and immediately gave up the fat in his mouth, and rushed forward.

Unlike the Black Knight who straddles a steed and the ordinary degenerate who rushes by stretching his legs with all his might, the Demon Warlock picks up a tattered broomstick and sits between his legs, and a powerful air stream shoots out from the broomstick's reeds, forming a powerful thrust that lifts his scorched body up and flies directly into the "low altitude" six feet above the ground.

At the same time, the black knight who rushed to the front of him first suddenly saw the ridiculous response of the "human", and the right hand holding the sword sank down, and the whole arm relaxed, soft like noodles, and then threw it forward with force.

"Knight Skill: Sky Breaking Slash!"

The tip of the sword sliced through the atmosphere at high speed, forming a crescent-like vacuum blade, no less than the Wind Ring Magic Wind Blade, and it hit the ridiculous platoon of guns at a faster speed.

With a "click", the platoon of guns tied and woven by hemp rope was torn in half in response, and if it weren't for the four slave gladiators pulling the hemp rope tightly, the so-called platoon guns used to block the enemy would have collapsed on the spot, instead of a huge opening like now.

The black knight was unmoved, and drove the horse under his crotch to rush through, and the fallen people who followed him also turned around and slashed diagonally, breaking the edge of the row of guns, and directly rushed towards the "helpless" slave gladiator.

These degenerates know their own strength very well, and they have a certain tacit understanding of who is responsible for cleaning up the miscellaneous soldiers and who is dealing with the elite of the human race.

It's a pity that the black knight easily broke through the platoon of guns, and before he had time to rejoice, the horse under his crotch was randomly trapped, and one front hoof stepped into the knee-deep pit, instantly broke a horse's leg, and knelt on the ground on the spot.

Before the black knight could react, the whole person was thrown forward by the huge inertia, but he quickly came back to his senses, quickly adjusted his posture when flying in the air, held the sword high above his head with both hands, and prepared to face the despicable and shameless human magician not far in front of him, giving him a nirvana that would break in two, breaking the law!

The demonic power surging in the black knight's body is infused into the knight's sword, flowing on the surface to form a thin coating, similar to the universal one-ring magic "magic weapon".

It's just that unlike magicians who use elements to increase the hardness and blade of weapons, demonic power can greatly improve the performance of weapons, can destroy the stable structure of magic, and has a good restraint effect on mage armor and force field shields.

At this moment, the black knight saw the mortal human magician, and suddenly took out a piece of pale yellow sulfur and recited a syllable in his palm.

The magic elements continued to converge, and in an instant, the extremely active fire elements formed a fireball the size of a millstone, just waiting for him to kill himself.

"No ......"

The Black Knight simply didn't have time to adjust, the cunning and treacherous of his opponents, and his ability to capture fighters, surpassed the average mage, and everything exceeded expectations, leaving the fallen who had combined with the power of the devil and assimilated deeply regretted it.

The only thing he could do was discard the knight's sword, which could destroy the structure of magic, lest it burst the fireball formed by the magic and cause the elemental burn damage to his whole body.

Unfortunately, Lossling's fireball technique was just a disguise, and the more powerful rock bomb was hidden in his left hand, ready to be mended.

"Swell!"

The fireball of the grinding disc suddenly doubled, and the diluted fire element reduced the temperature and intensity, but after touching the black knight, the large area of fire cloud that exploded in response to the sound revealed the "truth" of amazing strength in the eyes of everyone, whether it was the fallen or the farmers watching from the rock hut.

The black knight felt that his body had been hit hard like a battering ram, and he was about to vomit blood in annoyance, and his internal organs were even more burned like fire, and he couldn't help but scream.

However, his doom was not over, as a rock bomb as powerful as a cannon was fired by a human mage, and it slammed into the black knight who had nowhere to hide in midair.

With a bang, the armor that had been tempered for thousands of years was torn apart in an instant, and the chest and abdomen surging with demonic power were directly blown away, leaving only charcoal-like fragments and hard backbones, which fell with a bang along with the black smoke.

At the same time, the rest of the degenerate broke through the platoon of guns, but accidentally stepped on the thistle, and the sharp iron thorns easily penetrated the soles of their feet, and they fell to the ground in pain, curled up and rolled from side to side, but they were accidentally stabbed into their bodies by more thistles, and the injuries were added to the injury.

The last one left to fall, a demonic warlock with dark skin and very cracked scorches, judging from her graceful figure, must be a female, riding a broomstick with an indomitable momentum, and now seeing her companions fall to the ground, dead or seriously injured, she immediately knew that human magicians were not good at stubble.

She wanted to turn around and run away immediately, but the contract she had signed with the Black Knight forced the Demon Warlock to take a bloody revenge, and if she succeeded, she would inherit everything from the Black Knight, and gain the "tenacity" of her strengthened body, which would be easier than the promotion of offering a flower crown to the demon during the Blood Moon Ritual.

Who would refuse unearned gain? Ordinary people would not, let alone the more greedy degenerates? If it weren't for this attachment, they wouldn't worship the devil.

However, the next move of Embarrn Roslin frightened the demon warlock, and she gritted her silver teeth in anger: "Damn human!"