Chapter 174 I Just Killed a Demon

Demons... are powerful.

It is so strong that even the warriors recognized as powerful in the noble circles cannot be shaken. Even a slap that is not even a formal attack can smash a person's head into a rotten watermelon.

A dog-shaped demon on all fours, opened its huge mouth and swallowed the whole person, including the armor on its body and the weapon in its hand, like the sound of horrific grinding teeth crushing the body and metal, and the dying cry of a guard Always lingering in my ears.

After seeing such a scene and hearing such a voice, just imagining face to face with such a thing, the hands and feet trembled uncontrollably.

Such a thing was born, but it was actually made by my closest relatives.

The gigantic demon not only spread the slaughter towards those damned Bloodsail pirates, but also stretched the claws of death towards those who were originally 'our own'.

There is no distinction between enemy and friend, killing depends on preference.

It was a nightmare.

The nightmares of having a baby like this seem never-ending.

Rebellion is meaningless, all rebels have been crushed to scum.

There was no point in escaping, because the two ships were so big that there was nowhere to go.

Every survivor is a wretch waiting in despair for when the final judgment will come.

At this moment, a gleaming divine existence descended from the sky.

He raised his head in a daze, and recognized that it was the radiance of arcane power unique to mages.

A powerful mage? Who will it be?

After forcibly recruiting almost all the private mages of the nobles, the Stormwind Kingdom's war on the magic level is still a complete failure. The royal mages of the Stormwind Kingdom are dead in name only.

There are only a few high-level mages who are still active on the front line of the battlefield.

Obviously, it was the one the nobles didn't want to see - Sea King Duke Marcus.

In the noble camp, it is generally accepted that the mortal enemy who will never reconcile has become the greatest savior to save himself. This has to be said to be a kind of irony. Of course, this is only for those nobles who are still alive.

There are not even one percent of the nobles who are still alive at this moment.

It's very simple, the demons from Karazhan can easily develop believers among these corrupted guys, and even directly transform them into demons.

A pure heart is the most powerful line of defense. Medivh, who is like a saint, even Sargeras, the leader of the Burning Legion, took decades to complete the corruption of Medivh's soul. It's still an incomplete version, because at the end, Lao Mai still jumped out and gave Mr. Sa a big bang that made things worse.

But when it comes to aristocrats with a pure heart, Duke has a lot of fun.

Not every noble is qualified to be a paladin, and not every noble's name is Bolvar Fordragon.

When the pirates killed the nobles, most of the nobles were desperately protected by guards and gathered together. When the pirate's butcher's knife saw the necks of these nobles who had actually turned into demons, it was natural that the demons jumped out to reveal their real bodies.

So when the crowd is crowded, the devil directly blooms in the middle of the crowd, how many people can survive?

Anyway, when Duke landed on this ship, he didn't see any nobleman survive... oh, survive in human form.

"Duke—Marcus—"

It was a roaring air wave rushing towards the face like a huge wind and a huge wave.

Well, Duke was a little hard of hearing, so he blew his ear with his little finger.

"Someone called me just now?"

"Bastard - you are! It's all your fault!"

Faced with this strange demon species with a height of more than three meters, a typical blue demon guard body, but a nondescript human head, Duke dismissed it.

Duke let out a cold snort, and suddenly a huge block of ice bulged under his feet, raising Duke's body like a high platform. In a blink of an eye, Duke was already standing on a two-meter-high platform.

That way he could look down on the demon.

"Ah, sorry, you are too short, I didn't see it."

"You're presumptuous—" the demon suddenly pounced on him.

"It's you who is presumptuous!" A mysterious azure magic circle suddenly appeared in front of Duke, and a powerful [Arcane Shock] turned into a huge fist, smashing the oncoming demon at a faster speed than before. Called back.

"Ping ping pong!" The demon that crashed into the cabin knocked over and interrupted a lot of things, but the demon quickly crawled out again.

"Oh, it's you, Sir Fam Brando, we haven't seen each other for more than half a year. Why haven't we seen you for a while, you look ugly?" Under the watchful eyes of dozens of survivors on the decks of the two ships, Duke He sneered mercilessly at the already demonized Fam Brando.

"I'm going to take your skin off to make a carpet—" Fam growled, and charged over again, but this time he didn't charge recklessly, and it could be seen that there was still a black light on his two paws.

Unfortunately, the gap is too big.

Fam Brando, who was kicked out of the Storm King's School of Magic by Duke in disguise, missed the Dalaran enrollment last year. As a result, Sir Brando was still only a magic apprentice before he became a demon.

Demons are also divided into three, six, and nine classes. The stronger the existence becomes, the stronger it becomes after becoming a demon.

It seems that a guy with average qualifications like Fam has been abandoned for more than half a year, how strong can he be?

Not to mention that Duke is now a sky mage, even if Duke is an earth mage, he can easily beat him.

Twelve mage hands immediately appeared, and the arcane missiles fired were already at the level of a torrential rain for Fam.

"Puff puff puff—"

Everyone around was dumbfounded. In their eyes, the terrifying demon who had no match for the world was just a target in Duke's hands.

Each arcane missile could easily blow up a certain muscle in Brando's arm or thigh. As many missiles flew past, as many holes or gaps appeared in Brando's body.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa...

In less than ten seconds, Brando had become a human stick, oh no, a devil stick.

The hands and feet were severed, and there was a terrifying blood hole the size of a human fist on the body, and blue-purple demon blood was gurgling out from each blood hole.

Even so, Brando was not dead.

Rolling in pain on the ground, wriggling his scarred body like a worm, Fam Brando laughed wildly.

"Hahaha! Duke! After all, you are just a filthy person like me. Are you talking about a saint who saves the world? Are you talking about a hero who fights against the orcs? Aren't you full of revenge and hatred like me! ? Hahahaha! I despise you the most hypocritical guy. I know you won’t let me go, so I’ll wait for you in hell! Hahahahaha!”

Suddenly, a huge ice coffin wrapped Brando, ending the demon's life.

Looking at the burning warships in the distance, Duke said to himself, "I just killed a demon, but this demon happens to be called Fam Brando."

Sorry, I ran to the bank this morning for something, and I can't update until now.