Scene 371 Requiem XXI

Messika's shriveled skin was wrapped around the thick bones, the ribs protruded from the roots, and the eye sockets were shriveled and sunken from the three heads, making it look like a huge skeleton. From time to time, a group of dark blue flames exploded from its body, which was the light emitted by the disintegration of demonic items due to the loss of magic power. Even the protection of the equipment is completely disintegrated, as if suddenly falling from the throne of a brutal king into a penniless beggar, the huge psychological gap also brings a huge sense of insecurity, although it is obvious that in the face of Brando and Charles still had an advantage, but Messica immediately used the remaining power to cast a flame shield on himself.

As if this would make him feel more at ease.

But Shire's reaction was not slow, Brando let him do it, he immediately grabbed the staff that fell on the ground, and read the spell aloud: "I make this sharp and sharp into a sharp blade, and make it separate Everything, with the law of Tiamat, the blade of Demethes!"

He moved forward with a hand knife, and the air piled up in front of him to form a bright wind blade, and then instantly slashed towards the Hell Demon King Messika not far away.

The flame shield hanging beside Messika is much stronger than the gadget on Brando's red blessing. The orange-red light on the magic shield is like a layer of orange-red grease flowing, as thick as the substance . Char's dragon blade slashed fiercely on it, as if it had been stabbed into an oil pan and stirred violently, the red grease on the hemispherical magic shield vibrated violently.

But it didn't move a bit.

"Hahaha!" Messica took a step back in fright at first, only to find that Charles couldn't penetrate its shield. The three heads couldn't help laughing shrilly triumphantly. It seemed that he completely forgot that he was still a demon king of hell, not to mention being penetrated by a wizard in the golden realm, even if it was attacked by such an attack, it would be a huge insult to it.

"You can't kill me, wait to die!" it shouted arrogantly.

But it couldn't laugh immediately, because immediately after the dragon's blade swept like a transparent blade, a dark long sword appeared from behind the spell, and the slightly shiny blade was like a thin The silver thread parted the rain curtain, and the orange flame shield had no effect on the long sword at all. The long sword flashed through the space as if it were transparent, and just hit its chest.

flash.

Brando leaped high through the rain, and a sword opened a two-meter-long opening in the monster's chest. With a cold face, he pulled down the blade of the sword in mid-air so proficiently that it was as if he had done the same move thousands of times in the Amber Sword in the past. In the rainy night, a fistful of purple blood rain suddenly exploded.

Messika's wild laughter stopped abruptly and was replaced by a shrill scream or rather howl.

"Aw!"

The screams immediately turned into howls again, and the huge body of the Demon King of Hell even fell backwards due to the impact. Brando fell steadily, and the huge demon king fell to the ground at the same time.

But this Messica apparently didn't hang up. Although the wound on its chest extended from below the shoulders to above the lower abdomen, the bones could be seen deeply, and the skin and flesh split to the sides, revealing a gemstone that shone like obsidian inside. It was the dark magic stone of the demons, the source of their power, but this gem is now dimmed because it has lost its connection with the river of brimstone.

It is still waving its claws in the rain and trying to get up, the demon's powerful vitality is undoubtedly revealed at this moment,

The damaged muscle and soft tissue and blood vessels are growing and healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and some small fractures have grown into new red scars in the blink of an eye.

But Brando obviously wouldn't give the demon king a chance to fully recover. He immediately jumped onto the demon's belly, stepped on its chest, and at the same time raised the tip of the sword downwards and raised the sword of the earth in his hand. sword.

"No, don't!" Messica finally panicked, and the three heads showed a look of fear at the same time: "You can't kill me! I accept the slavery of that woman. Whatever you want, I can give you strength and power. And everything you want!"

Brando was unmoved.

"Ahhhhhh, I see," it screamed like a pig, "I can help you revive that little girl!"

At that moment, Fenghou felt Brando's psychological changes: "Don't listen to its nonsense, Brando." She hurriedly reminded her.

But Brando actually only had a slight movement in his heart, and then he reacted. "Resurrection?" He sneered, "It should be transformed into a demon, but Antitina doesn't need that ending!"

A sword pierced down.

But at this time, a little cold light flew from the vast rain.

A silver light went from far to near, just hitting Brando's downward blade. When there was a clear sound, the sword of the earth suddenly turned to one side, and almost pierced the magic gemstone on Messika's chest.

"Aw!"

The hell devil screamed again. Today is probably the most unlucky day since it was born. The majestic king of the underground is hanging by a thread like a pig and dog, and he will be trampled on by people.

But it is also to blame for its bad luck. Among the demon kings of the lower world, Brando, the seven lords of the upper hell who have been to the human world, all know their real names. This knowledge is meaningless in the last world, because those seven have been reduced to the souls of twenty-five-legged men, and they don't know that they will be resurrected in that year and that month.

But here, this thing has undoubtedly become its reminder.

Brando's sword was blocked, and he took a step back subconsciously. What was thrown was a dagger, and it was stuck in the grass beside it. The power of that thing was astonishing, at least it had the strength of civilization. Elements are at the middle level of civilization.

Are there high-level demons?

He shook his numb wrist and looked up, only to see an old acquaintance of his standing in the rainy night.

Eagle Swordsman Dejar.

"This guy..." This guy obviously didn't come to seek revenge on him, and Brando immediately thought of the man behind him, Grand Duke Alek. He almost forgot about this guy, or it should be said that this guy seemed to have disappeared since he left the Great Sanctuary of Anderfule.

But now the old fox finally appeared.

After he showed his last hole card.

...In the middle of the battlefield, the demons' offensive has become weaker.

In fact, the last few waves of their front arrows have already started to turn around towards the portal, leaving only a few hellhounds and barbarians full of manic thoughts still besieging the princess and her party regardless of orders.

But they are no longer a threat. The Templars of Laird and Cruz are strong enough to stop this kind of attack that has lost their strength, and use their actions to teach these chaotic creatures to understand the etiquette on the battlefield.

The head of the slain demon was stuck on the spears and the spears themselves belonged to another group of imps. They should have been snatched from the Human Harbor Guards at first, because the spears still have the emblem of Ampersel. and manufacturing number.

These spears formed a circle around the perimeter of the procession.

"They are turning around towards Brando," Her Royal Highness looked at the distance worriedly: "We can't let them just leave like this!"

"But what can we do, Her Royal Highness Princess Eruin?"

Knight Templar Stephen of the Cruz replied with a wry smile.

Everyone was wounded and exhausted, the knights were all dead and injured, only two or three wounded remained, and there were still a few witches who had been supporting the battle, but they were useless in this kind of scene.

The witch named Babasa didn't know where she went.

"Leave it to me!" A murky and heavy voice that seemed to roll from the throat replied weakly. The one who spoke was Garlock who was lying on the ground panting heavily. He was pierced by a spear in the previous battle, and his hand was also seriously injured: "Maybe I can barely cast a teleportation spell, although there is no It was as far away as last time, but I can find a way to teleport you in front of them."

"But are you okay with this, Master Garlock?" Her Royal Highness asked worriedly, anyone could tell that the old wizard's condition was not very good.

"Fortunately... ahem, I have recovered a little strength, and I can barely use it again." Garlock replied: "Don't worry, Your Highness."

"Then I'll leave it to you, Master Garlock." Princess Griffin nodded.

Laird suddenly walked over and patted the shoulder of the old wizard lying on the ground, and Garlock glanced at the old lion of the kingdom. He shook his head, and struggled to get up to get his cane. The knight beside him hurriedly helped him up.

But Garlock the Strange Seeker pushed the others away with a light wave of his hand. He picked up the staff, glanced at everyone one by one, and finally took a last look at the portal that seemed to be far away in the sky.

Then I started to chant the mantra. It was a bit difficult at first, but gradually became smoother.

The space began to oscillate again.

A familiar white halo spread over the battlefield. But this time, there was no demon warlock to stop the spell from forming, because they had already turned into a foul-smelling corpse.

The halo suddenly unfolded in front of the demon army, like a gate. The next moment, the figures of Princess Griffin and others appeared on the grass. A moment ago, they were still behind the demon army and were thrown far away by these chaotic creatures, but the next moment, they were blocked in the path of this army.

Everyone has a certain degree of resistance to teleportation spells. This time, they just came back to their senses after being slightly dizzy. They immediately saw the approaching army of demons clearly, and everyone immediately turned around to look seriously.

But at this time, the princess suddenly found that Garlock and the two seriously injured Lantonyland knights were missing.

"Master Garlock and the others?" Princess Griffin asked immediately.

"He stayed there, Your Royal Highness. His power is no longer enough to teleport everyone, and the three of them stayed after discussion." Laird replied with a sigh.

Her Royal Highness suffocated slightly, how could she not understand the meaning of this as smart as she is.

"But why didn't you tell me?"

"Everyone has the right to choose to be a hero, Your Royal Highness. He is waiting for us in another world, and we will just arrive later after stopping these monsters."

The half-elf girl bit her lip.

"I see." She nodded.

The old white lion bowed slightly to her. That was the courtesy that the old courtier gave to the young princess, and then the old knight turned around with a long sword in his hand. At that moment, thunder and lightning intersected, twinkling and shining in the sky, piercing through layers of dark clouds.

The army of demons has spotted the praying mantis standing in front of them.

They have no intention of stopping.

... The advantages of the demons on the battlefield have been stripped away layer by layer, and the original absolute advantage has become entangled with each other at this moment. It seems that there are two dying opponents on the battlefield, waiting for who will die first.

Brando stood in the torrential rain and stared at the eagle Dejar in front of him, the swordsman of Alec, every part of the two of them didn't look like they were fished out of the water, but who Didn't pay attention to this either.

What does Alek want to do?

As early as in Amber Sword, players had such doubts.

Because of the bizarre death of His Royal Highness the Eldest Princess, all the spearheads were pointed at the Grand Duke and the Cruz people. But the conspiracy behind it is obviously far more than that. Players have also found traces of cultists, but this series of investigations finally dissipated completely because of Aruin's demise.

Brando would rather believe that Grand Duke Alec was suspected, but now that the eagle Dejar appeared, it really confirmed his guess.

It's just not necessarily what he wants to see.

The eagle swordsman Dejar had already drawn his long sword in front of him. Brando was in a dilemma for a while, should he let go of the King of Chaos? The problem is that Charles is clearly no match for Dejar.

This guy doesn't know what's going on, he recovered from his severed hand in a few days, presumably it's the devil's credit. At least when Brando was in the temple before, he didn't look like he was healed from his injuries when he held a sword in one hand.

The thought flashed through his mind.

Dejar has already shot at him with a stride. "Charle!" Brando yelled.

Charles immediately began to deploy a protective spell. He picked up the staff, but no one expected that at this moment, the oak staff in his hand shattered like glass without warning.

The shattered pieces of wood seemed to be hit by something, and instantly ignited spontaneously, turning into ashes in a blink of an eye. The young wizard couldn't help screaming, a large piece of skin had been burned off the hand holding the staff.

"What the hell is this!" He raised his head.

A ripple visible to the naked eye in the air is sweeping across the entire battlefield.

The electric arc then crackled and swept across the entire meadow, and the meadow it passed was immediately scorched. And the human hair stood up as if it had been swept by static electricity, and immediately exuded a burning smell.

"Lightning Ring!" Charles screamed strangely.

This is not a superb spell, nor does it occupy a high number of rings in the ring spell system. But no one has ever heard of a second-ring spell that can cover a battlefield several kilometers wide.

Losing Ciel's spell cover, Dejar stabbed at Brando like a bolt of lightning. As a last resort, Brando had to give up the Messika in his hand, pull the sword of the earth from the chest of the king of chaos, and at the same time roll back to let the sword go.

Messika on the ground let out another howl of pain. But it finally found a chance to get away, it didn't care about waiting for the chest injury to recover, and immediately got up from the ground.

"Charles, what's going on, where's your spell?" Brando asked without hesitation, without looking back. He was very anxious because he didn't know how long Antitina could last. If her soul died completely, even Martha would not be able to save her.

The problem is, time is running out.

"I don't know!" Charles was looking in the direction of the Lightning Ring.

Immediately he let out a croaked scream.

Brando had never heard Shire make such a gaffe, and he heard his mage attendant shouting his name, "My lord, look behind!"

There was a loud bang.

Brando turned his head subconsciously, and then he was stunned to see the direction of Amperesel, a huge black shadow was breaking through the ground and slowly standing up from the ground.

At that moment, there was only a blank in his mind: "This is impossible!"

How could there be a Titan statue here.

Could it be that he has traveled to the last era of the Stone War?

to be continued