Seven Hundred and Forty-Nine Are Not Ordinary People

"The Demon Realm is really an exciting place." Burrison looked at the other party with a wider and wider smile on his face. He seemed to like the feeling that the danger was coming, and the expression on his face became so excited that it became hideous.

The man in white didn't keep Burrison waiting too long, and he wasn't the type to talk nonsense. Burison only heard the words "serve the gods" echoed in the opponent's white robe, and the opponent's hands raised flames and rushed to where he was.

Burrison took a step back, subconsciously wanting to avoid the attack of the man in white robe. But the white-robed man still enveloped him within the attack range, and the flame in one palm was about to hit Burrison's face.

Then, the palm of the white-robed man was blocked by something, and the opponent's strength was astonishing, which made the white-robed man obviously stunned for a moment.

He adjusted his face slightly, and just under his arm, he saw another arm supporting his arm.

That arm was full of fluff, gray and soft, shaking slightly in the wind. There is also a huge palm growing on the arm that blocked his attack. The fingers are very long, and the nails on it are as long as one centimeter.

When the white-robed man was trying to figure out what happened, the palm had turned around and grabbed the white-robed man's arm.

The white-robed man wanted to break free from this huge force, and a magic circle composed of huge magic inscriptions bloomed on his arm.

But the monster's palm also glowed with magic light, and for a moment, the magic defense barriers of both sides collided together, making a piercing noise.

As if two pieces of the hardest metal collided together, the piercing sound rubbed against each other, and finally stopped. And the moment the sound stopped, that monster-like claw firmly grabbed the white-robed man's arm.

At this time, the white-robed person discovered that the arm in front of him was actually the left hand of Burrison, whose face had been distorted.

In the next second, Burison's right hand was like a sharp blade, grabbing the white-robed man's shoulder. This right hand had turned into a sharp claw, easily scratching the shoulder of the man in white robe.

When the white-robed man looked in front of him again, he was shocked to find that directly in front of him was the head of a huge wolf.

This giant humanoid wolf showed its mouth full of sharp teeth, and the white-robed man finally realized that the distorted smile on Burrison's face just now wasn't really smiling—he was grinning...

The world of Magic Continent is sometimes so strange. When a person faces a monster, he will not panic, because if he does not do it, he himself will be another terrible monster.

"Originally... I didn't want to show such a side... I was afraid... it would frighten my subordinates!" The giant wolf spoke out, but it turned out to be Borisen's voice.

His left hand is holding the right hand of the man in white robe, and his right hand is holding the left shoulder of the man in white robe. The runes of the magic circle on his body are shining like stars, and his two thick arms are exerting force on both sides, tearing the other party into pieces at once. Left and right halves.

There was no blood or anything else splashing out. Inside the shattered white robe, the pure magic energy became irritable, like a bomb that had been activated.

Burrison didn't hesitate at all, he immediately jumped to a trench beside him. This zigzag trench would effectively reduce the shock wave caused by the explosion, so he only moved back a little, and then I can't see the magical energy that has begun to change color.

"Boom!" A huge explosion burst out in the trench, as if a shell from a 155mm howitzer had directly hit the trench.

The huge shock wave kicked up the mud all over the sky,

Even Burrison was buried. When he struggled to crawl out of the floating soil, the battle on the battlefield was still going on.

"Roar!" Burrison yelled and rushed towards another white-robed man's target. The white-robed man just inserted the steel long sword he had just seized into the chest of a heavy armor grenadier through the gap.

Sensing the danger coming from behind, the man in white robe immediately gave up the prey in front of him. He raised his hands and aimed at the werewolf who was flying towards him. The palms of his hands were shining brightly, and the two fireballs flew towards each other like cannonballs.

Burrison opened his bloody mouth and pointed at the man in white robe not far away. A huge magic circle formed in front of his face. A violent lightning magic broke free from the magic circle, and a thick electric arc It hit the defensive magic circle formed in front of the white-robed man.

The violent collision exploded in a split second. In the explosion, a werewolf figure with fluff on his neck was entangled with a white figure at an extremely fast speed.

The heavy grenadier who was seriously injured in the abdomen looked at the two monsters fighting desperately in front of him with a pale face. He didn't know whether he should use the radio to call for help.

He didn't even know why the two non-human monsters in front of him fought, did the creatures from the demon world fight with the army of the demon world?

However, even if his brain had shut down, he could tell that this wolf-shaped monster was one of his own who came to save him.

God bless, when he thought he was going to die, he waited for someone to save him... or rather, some kind of creature came to save him...

Just as Borisen turned into a werewolf and fought with the white-robed man, at the other end of the battlefield, a terrifying magic circle lit up most of the sky.

It was a super magic with extremely strong attack power, and the surging magic energy was amazing enough even in terms of the scale of the magic.

In the next second, the huge magic circle started to work, and a violent lightning struck somewhere, a burnt smell permeated the air, and the rising smoke was blown away by the lightning.

Because of the sudden change, Borisen and the white-robed god servant in front of him also stopped fighting. The two of them watched a person slowly walk out of the cloud of smoke blown away by the wind.

Burrison knew that man, he was his second platoon leader, a stable second lieutenant, and he was usually his most reliable right-hand man.

Of course, it was this unknown second platoon leader who actually stood up at such a time. Only now, at this moment, did Burrison know that his subordinate turned out to be a real great magister.

Burrison grinned and grinned, baring his teeth. He always felt that there were no ordinary people in his army. Now it seems that, including himself, they are really not ordinary people...