Chapter 305 The Archangel with Ambiguous Attitude

Duriel suffered a great loss and was almost sucked into a mummy again. Of course, he was unhappy. But he almost didn't have the strength to breathe now, let alone shout like he did just now.

However, Baal took the initiative to stand up for his men.

"Damn it, you are challenging my patience." Baal roared angrily, and two streams of smoke mixed with pungent sulfur smell came out of his mouth. The octopus-like tentacles behind him danced wildly, lashing the cold ground from time to time, leaving clearly visible grooves.

Before Lan Wu could retort, Archangel Tyrael suddenly floated forward like a ghost and pulled out the Archangel's sword with a clang. A flash of white light, Duriel, who was trying to recover his magic power, screamed, and his fat body bounced up like a spring. There was a deep wound half a meter long on its abdomen covered with a hard shell.

"Lord Baal, save me!" Duriel struggled desperately and crawled towards Baal. The hideous wound on the abdomen hissed, and instead of bleeding, it seemed as if it was poured with concentrated sulfuric acid, emitting black smoke and gradually expanding.

Baal's face darkened instantly. The holy light of angels is the nemesis of demons. A little holy light can make a demon miserable. The holy light of the archangel Tyrael is simply a deadly poison. Even Duriel is the king of hell. The reason why Duriel can still struggle is not only because of his strong vitality, but also because Tyrael did not intend to kill him, but just used this method to declare his position.

With Tyrael present, Baal did not dare to continue to entangle. Although they have a large number of people, this is the smallest of the three worlds after all. Restricted by the laws of the world, everyone's strength is on the same level. If they really fight, I am afraid it will be difficult to deal with Tyrael who bursts out with all his strength.

He snorted heavily, but Baal did not move. Several tentacles suddenly emerged from the ground beneath Duriel, and quickly cut into the wound on his abdomen, cutting off the rotten flesh that was being purified by the Holy Light. Then several more tentacles broke out of the ground, wrapped around Duriel's fat body and threw him over.

With a muffled thud, Duriel fell to the ground, and the entire corridor suddenly shook slightly. It didn't dare to complain, and hurriedly crawled behind Baal and Diablo, standing with Andariel who had not yet transformed. But it didn't stay there honestly. First, it was almost sucked into a mummy, and then it was almost killed by Tyrael's sword. It blamed all this on Lan Wu. The look in its eyes when it looked at Lan Wu was full of resentment.

For a while, the corridor was silent.

Baal and other demons on one side, Archangel Tyrael on the other side, and Lan Wu on the other side. None of the three parties continued to speak, and they all remained silent, and they confronted each other silently.

Lan Wu wished that the confrontation would continue in silence. Anyway, he had already taken a big advantage, and it seemed that there was no more advantage to be taken. It would be best to keep it like this until Gerrera and his group arrived.

With fourteen small amulets in hand, all of which were blessed on the legendary sword, Lan Wu was confident enough to beat up the demons and the birdman in front of him. But even if he had a strong enough trump card, he did not dare to act rashly. Tyrael, the birdman, had an ambiguous attitude, and it was unclear whether he was an opponent or a helper. The best thing for now was of course to stay put and wait for Gerrera and his group to arrive. At least these barbarians would never believe in heaven.

Lan Wu said nothing. Tyrael did not make any follow-up moves after injuring Duriel with a sword, but just floated quietly in the air. But demons such as Baal could not hold their breath.

"Tyrael, don't forget the agreement between us." Diablo spewed out a thick smoke mixed with a pungent smell of sulfur, and his six pairs of claws moved restlessly. Even it felt difficult to confront an archangel in this low-level world.

"I haven't forgotten the agreement between us." Tyrael swung the Archangel Sword, then pointed directly at Diablo and said in a deep voice: "But you must not forget the content of the agreement. He cannot be hurt."

Diablo was speechless, and blew out two streams of black smoke and stopped talking. It naturally understood what Tyrael meant. Just now, Baal obviously had the intention to kill. It was difficult to deal with Tyrael, but it was no problem to deal with a God's Grace. Anyway, the fusion of the World Stone only requires the blood of the God's Grace.

"Then let's start." Baal glanced at Tyrael angrily, and then turned his eyes to Lan Wu: "His strength is very strange. I'm not sure if it meets the requirements."

Tyrael heard the words, and the floating light wings behind him shook obviously, and then returned to normal. Then his eyes fell on Lan Wu, and a trace of guilt flashed quietly in his eyes.

At this time, Lan Wu felt something was wrong and looked around vigilantly. This birdman obviously reached some kind of agreement with these demons, and it was obviously related to himself. This is intolerable.

"What on earth do you want to do to me?" Lan Wu held the legendary sword horizontally and looked at Tyrael deeply.

Among all the people present, only this birdman made him feel difficult. This attitude was too weird. If he did it, this birdman seemed to be showing goodwill to him just now, and forcibly suppressed Baal's killing intention. If he didn't do it, this birdman had clearly reached some kind of agreement with the devil and was very likely to be an opponent.

"We just want to borrow a little bit of your blood." Tyrael raised his hand, and a white light suddenly fell from the sky, bathing Lan Wu in it.

Lan Wu was shocked and wanted to escape from the white light at the first time. But just as he wanted to move, he felt full of strength all over his body. When he caught a glimpse of the six small amulets swirling around him from the corner of his eye, he was really dizzy.

This last little amulet was bathed in white light, shining like a little sun.

Tyrael not only restored all his states, but also restored the last little amulet that was not full of magic. Now he really couldn't figure out the position of this birdman.

"Not enough power, he is only level 50." Diablo looked at Lan Wu bathed in white light with cold eyes, his face was not good. As opponents for so many years, the angel's unique light of life can certainly be seen. This unique holy light can not only make a person's state full, but also reflect the peak strength level of that person.

"This is impossible, he has killed at least ten demon lords. How can he only be level 50?" Baal roared angrily, spewing black smoke from his mouth, obviously very irritable.

"He is indeed only level 50." Tyrael glanced at Baal indifferently, raised his hand and took back the light of life.

Diablo and other demons couldn't help but look at each other. Lan Wu killed all the demon lords who had reached the peak power of this world. The demonic energy that decomposes after the death of each demon lord is enough to raise a level 50 professional by two or three levels. How could he only be level 50 after killing at least ten of them? Could it be that this damned God-given was only less than level 30 before?

How is that possible!

Can a level 30 professional kill a level 60 demon lord? Don't be ridiculous, even if he stood there and let him chop, he might not break the defense.

At this time, Lan Wu suddenly smiled. Maybe this bargain will be delivered to him.