Chapter 26 The Moment of Counterattack

The demons screamed in horror and fled. The scene of the end is too horrible for them.

A large circular pit with flames still burning at the edge was revealed after the smoke dissipated. Countless fragmented corpses were scattered around the big pit, like an unattended dump. Each body was dry and black, and the blood solidified into a hard blood scab. The air is filled with the pungent smell of sulfur, choking smoke, and naturally the aroma of barbecue.

Everyone's face is full of incredible panic.

"Rosie..." Miss Bachelor trembled calmly and didn't know what to say. This...how..." She waved her arms in panic and circled everything around her. You... did it."

Nigel told Leo about Rosie in private. He thought he would not be surprised no matter what shocking she said, but that Nigel never said that she could control the meteorite and let the huge fireball obey her order. Another spell full of taboos. Rosie!" Doesn't she know the danger of losing control?

Rosie's face was pale, she squeezed out a proud smile at Li Ou, and then swayed into Miss Bachelor's arms. I'm fine." She said weakly, "I can't die. It's just a moment of weakness. Give me a bottle of magic potion and I can regain my vitality.

"Don't even think about it!"

"Look, I'm the savior." She smiled uglyly and said, "Next time you have to look at me." She doesn't seem to have anything to say. Shouldn't I protect you? I'm your guard."

"We'll have to wait until next time." Li Ou said firmly and glanced at Lu Yuewu with an expression on his face.

Rosie snorted almost inaudiblely. There will be no chance when the time comes. Give it to me!" She stretched out her hand to Leo. She is right. Leo has no excuse to refute. Only magic can compete with magic. She said.

She is the only mage in the team. Probably only she can fight against the black veiled female magician. Leo sighed. He was deeply aware of his weakness and incompetence. But what can we do? The medicine is gradually consumed, and it is difficult for a skillful woman to cook without rice. He thought of the alchemy formulas and mysterious ancient sayings on those golden scrolls. My heart is full of unbearable expectations and impulses. In the end, he couldn't get over the other party and stuffed the medicine to her. Be careful." He can only say so.

Bypassing the terrible pit, they continued to move forward.

The demon fled and screamed like a woman. Fear spread in the demon army, and even the demons that had never been seen collapsed with them, and their defenses were flawed. Even if there is occasional obstruction, it is weak. A demon tried to block the axe with his hands in fear. Of course, he paid the price for his stupid behavior. A pair of broken hands and a fresh head rolled together and lined up like a pirate flag.

Li Ou guessed that the priests were also panicked. Their sad orders and screams can't exchange the courage of the devil, let alone the lives of their companions. Thirteen is a special number. Now that two have died, the rest should not be a concern.

"Shouldn't we take the opportunity to get out of here? Get out of this damn place." A knight asked between the demons, "Why do you continue to go deeper?" There are more demons there.

Because they have been targeted. A group of demons rushed at them around the corner. They are stronger than the previous demons, one-third taller. The dark red skin is full of tangled lumps like nodules on the roots of trees, and a pair of thick arms are connected to the sharp nails that are different from humans and not like wild wolves, shining with the cold light of steel. Their heads are huge, and a golden eye stands on their forehead, occupying half of their face. A foul white gas spewed out of the open and opened cheeks. The mouth hidden under the cut skin like a crab opened slightly and let out an unpleasant cry.

"Ugly thing." A crow commented.

"It is the winner of the arena." Leo told the desert warrior, "It's better than one or two guys."

The desert warrior nodded, "Their number is not much."

is not much. A leading old man has a pair of long horny whiskers under his jaw, which is higher than other demons. He has only nearly a hundred heads - too few for the residents of an entire city. The leading demon blew the horn of attack. Miss Bachelor's buckled crossbow first responded. However, the skin of these demons was far tougher than their peers, and the crossbows groaned painfully and were bounced away.

"Be careful." Knight Tario's face changed greatly and reminded, "The turtle-shaped array. Be sure to block them."

The devil's running ground shook the mountain, and a demon rushed up. Relying on his strong body, his staggered claws seemed to grasp the tip of the knight's sword. The knight tried hard**, but found that the sword was stuck, and the blade and the devil's nails rubbed, bursting into a string of Mars, accompanied by an unpleasant sound. The devil smiled ferociously, and the knight looked frightened. But for these confused demons, they never understand what comrades-in-arms are. A chop beside him hit the devil's neck fiercely. With an unpleasant and pleasant sound of bone cracking, the devil fell to the ground and there was no sound.

More demons flocked up, and the old guys supervised the battle behind.

They are like beasts, and their teeth and claws are their weapons. A knight could not dodge and was knocked down by a demon, and then more demons rushed up and bit his body together crazily. They were like hungry beasts. The armor made of steel rattled in their small mouths.

"Bastard!" The knights' eyes were cracking.

They tried to kill those demons, but only a hundred demons were more difficult to kill than countless citizens. Everyone tried their best, but with little effect. In the end, they could only hear the knight's howling gradually lowered.

The demons raised their heads from the knight's body. Their faces were full of blood and flesh, and their protruding eyes showed madness and greed. The place where the knight fell was left with only mutilated bones and toothmarked steel fragments. A round eyeball hangs on the devil's mouth. Strong discomfort did not overshadow their anger.

"Kill them, kill them all!" The knights roared loudly.

Rosie poured down the potion and began to chant spells. The desert warrior waved a huge axe and killed the demons, setting off a bloody storm. The crows form an arrow, **, scattering the devil's formation.

Li Ou silently read a few syllables, and the runes flashed on the long sword, creating a hazy golden light. His sword became indestructible. He rushed at the devil. The blade waved across the wrist and forearm; waved again to cut off the tendons and tendons in various parts. He lowered his head and rushed forward, killing a bloody road - the demons fell to the ground behind him, rolling painfully and bleeding. He finished them as soon as possible and joined another battlefield.

Light and fire fell from the sky and covered the area in front of them. The devil trembled and howled and turned into black coke. Magic emptied a large area. The crows were not afraid of the thunder and lightning and chased after them. In the tomahawk, several demons fell at their feet.

After roasting, there is frost. Demons were born from evil magic, but began to escape because of magic. The great opportunity is right in front of them. How can they let it go? Lu Yuewu's dance steps were still light, and each sword cut off the devil's throat or crushed their stone-like hearts. Leo found a demon, and the rune sword ignored his hard scales and easily harvested another dead life. The other demon tried to fight back, but the bright yellow light arrow pierced his head.

"Well done!" He said to the female mage.

In exchange for a smile like Rosie's silver bell. Light arrows are woven into arrow nets, and no matter where the demon escapes, they are penetrated through the head one by one. The slight sound is like the most beautiful music in the world; the white brain is accompanied by the sound like snowflakes falling.

The leader of the devil shouted angrily, and his horny tentacles kept shaking. He came over, walking vigorously, and the ground trembled slightly. A bloody magic was cast at them. Black and sticky, disgusting and evil. The magic light burst among them, and countless tentacles rushed at them like ejected snakes. A crow man was accidentally bitten by a small snake and immediately turned black and killed on the spot, and black stinky blood oozed from his seven orifices. Leo can even see some of the worms wriggling.

"Avoid him." Leo ordered the rest of the Ravens. Their tradition makes them treat this person kindly, but... "Now is not the time. Kill that demon."

The demon leader opened his mouth and showed a sarcastic smile. He opened his five fingers, and Leo's unheard of magic broke out in his palm. The smelly wind is full of greedy locusts, ugly and disgusting tentacles, which grab them and try to gnaw their flesh and blood. The furious wind dispersed them, but angered each other even more.

The other party rushed over angrily. Demons like close combat and are even more magical. This is right in their arms. He waved his paws and hit the rune sword several times, making the sound of steel collision. Leo retreated in pain. His strength was so great that he heard the sound of his wrists in every block, and his bones were twitching painfully.

The desert warrior took his place, and the huge axe held the other party's razor-like nails and made an unpleasant scratching sound. The demon leader waved his arms with a ferocious smile, and the desert warrior staared back. His strength is beyond everyone's imagination.

"It's just a guy who is about to die of old age." Rosie said. Her magic light arrow was blocked. The other party regarded it as a mosquito bite. Damn it, damned bitch."

But the gods did not give each other death as she wished. The demon leader still laughed unpleasantly and said meaningless words in his throat. Leo automatically filtered the dirty words of those demons. He condensed a seal again and knocked out the seal while taking advantage of a flaw jointly created by the desert warriors and the Ravens. He tried his best to control the details of magic and tried his best to construct the magic circuit. He condensed the magic of the blue wind into a large net full of small voids like fish scales - this was his first attempt, but the effect seemed to be good -

The magic fishing net bound the demon leader, and he struggled angrily and shouted wildly. But it didn't help. At least in a short moment, he couldn't break free.

"Look here, monster!" Lu Yuewu shouted.

The demon leader turned around - the blood-stained female swordsman held a long sword in her hands and pierced his chest. He didn't scream this time, just sighed. The smelly wind immediately surrounded them, and the crazy magic lifted Lu Yuewu and made him break free from the bondage. However, the desert warrior shouted and hurled a short spear at him. The short spear shone silver and hit the long sword inserted in the chest of the devil's leader, and the long sword immediately pierced deeply into it.

The other party screamed. Li Ou couldn't help trembling when he heard the shouting. They took a step back and took another step away from him. They clenched their sword and held their breath.

The demon leader looked down at the hilt of the sword in his chest, stretched out his hand and tried to tear off the hard cut skin, and blood and flesh gushed out. He shouted in pain, grabbed the hilt with both hands and pulled out the sword little by little. Everyone was immersed in shock and motionless. Leo heard a low and hoarse voice ringing in his mind, like an echo in the dark hall: it was the voice of the priests who belonged to those demons.

The demon leader shouted and finally pulled out the long sword, but at the same time brought out a large piece of heart, which was as hard as iron and fell to the ground and made a dull sound. He threw the sword far away and stared at them with one eye containing hatred. He continued to move forward a little, and the earth shook at his feet. He approached little by little and finally stopped three steps away from them. He sighed and raised his hands. The sharp steel claws were like the machetes of the desert people, and then fell down. The devil's mountain-like body smashed on the ground and splashed dust. I fell asleep like a drunken man. But what spread under him was not the wine, but the dark blood.

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Monroe Selt heard the noise around him, and there was a feverish cheer in the devil's cry. They are like drilling out of a place that has been trapped for a long time and seeing the gerbils of the sun. To some extent, Luo Celt even came to the door. He was glad that the whole city had turned into demons, otherwise massacres and more inhumane things would have happened under his eyes. At that time, his self-blame would have killed him alive.

Demons flocked to the streets. Monroe Celtic guessed that they must have been attracted by the breath of living people - those white devils. He prayed that they could escape from here. He is willing to do anything he can for his enemies who have regarded as unbelievers and blasphemers, and pay all the price for their survival.

However, the magic array at Monroe Celtic's feet is the cage that imprisoned him. He can't escape. Even if he makes a decision, he doesn't know what to do. He can't get out of here. The short spear was held in his hand and was useless.

"Why do you still keep me? Why do you still let me watch all this?" He questioned loudly.

However, only the meaningless sarcasm and unbridled ridicule of the priests responded to him.

Suddenly, Monroe Selt noticed that the priests had changed their faces, and they muttered and talked. Then, one priest left, followed by another priest.

Something unusual must have happened, Monroe Celtic thought. I hope it's too bad for them. Then things seemed to progress like his prayers, and the gods blessed him and still stared at them with their unique posture. Monroe Celtic saw the obvious panic and fear on the faces of the remaining eleven priests. He realized that the two guys would never come back.

The priests began to sing again, with long spells and terrible malice. Even he could feel the boundless anger hidden in the spells. At the same time, Monroe Celtic felt that the bondage of the prison seemed to be much weaker. He realized that this was his opportunity. However, now... he stared at the dark golden eyes of the priests that had never closed... He hesitated, then regretted, chagrined, blamed himself and devoured him--

Because his priests raised their hands and looked at the sky at the same time, following the direction of their ugly swollen knuckles. Monroe Celtic saw the meteorite falling from the sky obey their orders and abruptly turned around and hit a place where demons gathered. That must be the place where the white devil stays. Monroe Celt thought that they were coming towards him. Are they coming to save me? But...but I let death come to their heads.

However, when he was already praying for their death - which he thought was the only thing he could do now - he heard the sound of hope. A woman's curse is like the sound of heaven. He prayed sincerely. And he also saw the response from the gods--

The meteorite changed direction - the woman had more terrible magic than the devil's priest - and hit the devil's legion. It seemed that the sound of the collapse of the earth shocked Monroe Celtic, and the rising mushroom cloud seemed to be the most wonderful picture he had ever seen in his life.

He laughed loudly, completely ignoring the hateful eyes of the priests. He saw the inferior demons fleeing one after another, the priests were out of control, and the uglier and taller demons all out, and the square was empty. His heart was full of confidence: he knew that these guys would be slaughtered. He saw another glimmer of hope.

This starlight like the dawn completely erased the last fear in his heart. He clenched his short spear and squatted down, just like when he had trained under mercenaries when he was young, like an antelope on the grassland outside the sand sea in the mercenary's mouth, and then jumped up high. Short spear flat...

The prison is like a balloon bursting.

He couldn't help but be annoyed by his weakness and didn't summon up his courage earlier. I hope it's not too late. Monroe Selt thought and stabbed out the short spear with a landing posture... The target was the heart of a priest.