Seven Hundred and Seventy-Two Is Not a Duel

The elite army of millions of demons fought fiercely with 100,000 human expeditionary forces in the Storm Islands. The demon king Aresia personally commanded and invested in new weapons, but in the end they were defeated and fled.

Now, the total number of troops deployed by Alan Hill in the Demon World has exceeded 400,000, and the number of combat troops deployed by the Demon Army on the front line is only a pitiful 200,000.

This is a war that is destined to be impossible for the devil to win, because the strength of the two sides is no longer comparable.

When a God Servant in a white robe was resting in the forest and recovering half of the magic power he had consumed, thousands of soldiers from Alan Hill had already marched further along the road with weapons on their shoulders.

They don't have time to waste searching for these sporadic enemies. They want to encircle the demons close to the front line of defense of Alan Hill, and encircle and annihilate those demons on the way to attack.

The dense crowd of Alan Hill soldiers has almost filled the entire theater, and there is not much room here for these white-robed god servants to move around.

Although it is still possible to hide temporarily in many dense forests, these white-robed men have no good way to hide until the main force of Alan Hill leaves.

Because... they are all pure energy bodies, and they still have a pure energy body as powerful as the great magister! Magicians can perceive their existence, and the closer the distance, the higher the accuracy of perception.

Just as the resting white-robed God Servant sat on a big rock and adjusted the magic energy in his body, he found himself surrounded by several huge energies.

He lowered his head slightly, and picked up his long sword from the stone beside him. The long sword was full of mottled gaps, and these gaps were all cut scars. He hacked dozens of enemies to death with this long sword, but the hard things on the enemies also caused many scars to his long sword.

Yes, chopping helmets, chopping epaulets, chopping bones, chopping guns... many things can cause damage to thin and sharp blades.

Opposite this man in white robes, a man in black robes is wearing a mask of a smiling face. This tradition belongs to Grecon, but it has been inherited by many magicians on the Magic Continent.

In the current magician army of the Alan Hill Empire, many magicians are from Greckon, or are apprentices of Greckon magicians, so most of them are willing to wear a weird mask.

The man with the smiling face mask drew out the long sword at his waist. The long sword made of fine steel forged countless times shone brightly in the sun.

next second,

Light blue lightning was wrapped around his long sword, which proved that the unremarkable man in front of him was a powerful thunder magician.

"Captain Alanhill Magic Instructor... It's a pity that you can only die here, devil!" The man said as he stepped forward, as cold as a sharp long sword in his hand.

"Strong...you are too arrogant." Although the voice was muffled, the white-robed God Servant still uttered clear sentences from what he tentatively called his mouth: "I am the God Servant...serving God!"

Servant of God... This is the first time the male magician has heard each other's formal address. They have called each other the white-robed devil, or the white-robed man before.

"You want to keep me... you... are not worthy!" Looking at the black-robed magician opposite, this servant of God still maintained his pride as a strong man. He stood up with a long sword in his hand, and said in a low voice.

After all, he is a powerful existence close to the great magister, and the senior magician of Alan Hill in front of him is just an ordinary strong man who has just been promoted to the magister.

"Whether you deserve it or not is up to you." Beside the black-robed male magician, an old man with no mask and wrinkled face came out hunched over a magic wand.

He also wears a black robe with a golden eagle embroidered on the back. Not every magician is a warrior with a long sword. The profession of magician is also doomed. Many magicians are no longer suitable for charging.

However, on the other side of the white-robed man, another white-robed man suddenly appeared, he was also carrying a long sword, and he could hear a hint of complacency in his voice: "Actually, it was you who were ambushed! "

"Oh? What?" The old man had a smile on his face. When he asked this question, several magicians in black robes came out from the surrounding forest with long swords in their hands.

There were more and more of them, until there were dozens of them in the end. Each of these magicians used to be a powerful combat force, and now they are gathered together, and their power is naturally even stronger.

Obviously, the white-robed man didn't realize that in order to destroy the two of them, the other party dispatched so many people!

Things are getting trickier for him now. He is not sure about getting rid of these dangerous magicians. Once he delays, more enemies will surround him.

"Thunder!" The white-robed God Servant stopped talking nonsense, he stretched forward with one hand, and condensed a huge magic circle in the palm of his hand. This is a battle he is familiar with, which makes him feel at ease.

In the previous fierce battles, humans always took out some weapons that made him at a loss. The battles between the two sides were not ordinary magic battles, but more like a physical competition that purely consumed each other's magic energy.

In this case, although the white-robed God Servant killed many humans, he also consumed a lot of mana. Now, the battle entered a rhythm he was familiar with, which made him more confident.

However, this confidence did not last even 3 seconds before it was shattered by a sudden gunshot. He turned his face sideways and saw his companion, the God Servant who had consumed two-thirds of his magic power.

Then he saw that there was a hole in the dirty white robe of the servant of God, a dazzling hole.

It was a large-caliber sniper rifle, and it was naturally very powerful. The most unlucky thing was that the God Servant who was hit on the body was going all out to use attack magic to attack the opponent in front, completely unaware that there would be an attack team without magic ambushing behind him!

"You..." The God Servant, who found out the other party was deceitful, was furious, and the magic power of the God Servant around him began to become disordered. Although the blow just now was not fatal immediately, it definitely caused a lot of damage.

"I'm sorry, we're not here to duel." A leading officer in the Magician of Ellanhill had a bad smile on his face, and he justified himself while provoking his opponent.