Chapter 65 Lightning Construction 6

It can't rain for a while.

The bean-sized raindrops fell, hitting the ground crisply and emitting white smoke.

There was a sneer from the bottom of the territory, which was the rapid vaporization of the rainstorm falling on the ground.

A large area of thick white smoke floats up, as if there was a thick fog.

The small fire monsters who were originally lined up around the square screamed in horror, holding their heads and mice, looking for a place to shelter from the rain.

As the name implies, the little fire monster is a fire and water-hating monster. It is burned by this sudden rain, as if it has been constantly pierced by countless knives. Compared with them, this kind of rainstorm is really equivalent to a knife.

Hell is dry, especially the continuous yin and fire on the ground. It often can't rain once in hundreds of years. Many hell natives don't know what the rain is all their lives. In particular, these little fire monsters have a short life, and many generations have never encountered the rain. Seeing the dark clouds, thunder and lightning, I didn't know what was going on. When the rain poured on my head and I felt the pain, I knew it was not good. For a moment, I panicked and ran away, without any appearance of a refined soldier.

A group of miscellaneous hell natives in the center of the square are often bullied by these little fire monsters, but they are deterred by the pressure of the terrible demon king. They dare not say anything, and they don't even dare to show their anger. They are probably the same as the traitors in those years. They were slapped twice by the emperor and said well with a smiling face. At this time, when they saw that the little fire monsters were so embarrassed, they were really indescribably happy. They took out the attitude of watching the play and hip-hop guidance. There was the sinister, and they had to secretly stretch out their feet to make a trip. When they saw the falling little fire monster rolling in the rain that was about to become a river, burning so much smoke all over their bodies. They screamed with pain, and they couldn't help smiling happily.

The rain came as soon as it came. It was big and urgent, and it came strangely.

The insight of the scary demon king is far higher than that of these indigenous people with low IQ. As soon as he saw the strange rain falling, he felt bad. He spread his wings and flew into the air, wanting to look around from a high place. It's just that I didn't fly too high, so I didn't dare to go any higher. The dark cloud hovered only a few dozen meters above his territory, and the flashing thunder and lightning was the natural nemesis of the scary demon king. The terrible demon king did not dare to approach. He had to stop at a distance of more than ten meters from the clouds and stretched out his neck to look far away. It was just full of steam everywhere, and his vision was blurred. He could only faintly see the dark ground in the distance. I don't know what it was.

As I was looking at it, I suddenly saw two round things flying for it, and in the blink of an eye, I came to the front.

It can be seen that these two things are cylindrical, with one tip and the other flat, like two thick spikes.

The scary demon king doesn't know what it is, but it has grown from a small fire monster to today's demon king. It rolls in danger all day long and has its own vigilance. Although it doesn't know what it is, it instinctively feels dangerous. At present, it dares not grazing its front and spread its wings to dodge.

The two spikes flew past its side, drawing an arc in the air, and falling on the square full of miscellaneous hell natives.

Boom, boom, two explosions raised two large groups of mushroom-shaped black fog, during which the gravel flew across, and the whole territory vibrated.

The miscellaneous hell indigenous soldiers in the square were happily looking at the awkward images of the little fire monsters. How could they think that the disaster would fall from the sky? It really echoed the old saying that they were blown up on the spot, and their flesh and blood flew.

The dust is slightly settled, and there are two more large pits with a diameter of about ten meters on the square. The inside and outside of the pit are the remnants of miscellaneous hell indigenous soldiers. The natives of hell are all tenacious people with vitality. Compared with Xiaoqiang in the world, they are not inferior. Most of their bodies have been blown up and did not die. They rolled in the flesh and blood and cried loudly. Their condition is really miserable.

The scary demon king is shocked. This powerful large-scale attack spell far exceeds its attack level and falls on his own body. Although it is not so miserable, it will never be too good.

But this round of attacks is just the beginning.

Before the demon king and his subordinates reacted, the round thorny thing flew over in twos and threes.

The whole territory was like an open pot. The house collapsed and the house was full of dust. Both the miscellaneous hell natives and the small fire monsters were blown away, but those ordinary evil spirits were not harmed - all the explosive power passed through their transparent bodies.

Obviously, this spell can only cause damage to biological entities, not ghosts and other things.

The terrifying demon king is like a drowning man who caught a life-saving straw, roaring at the evil spirits floating around in the explosion: "Assemble, give it all to me, destroy the enemy, and I'll set you free!"

These evil spirits are usually the lowest servants in the territory. They do hard work and dangerous work, and they also need to be a punching bag. Especially the scary devil does not take these guys who have fallen from the human world as a unit at all. If they have something to do, they have to deal with it. If they get angry, they have to kill two. It's smooth.

The devils usually hate the demon king and don't want to fight for it, and the devil's words don't count. Everyone knows that no one will have hope for him to fulfill his promise, but they are afraid of the power of the devil, and the devils dare not dare to resist. After all, they dare to seize the opportunity to rebel against the throne like Oda Nobunaga. It's a minority. Otherwise, with the number and quality of evil spirits who have fallen to hell, it is impossible for Oda Nobunaga to become the devil. The key is that he still lacks courage.

In the angry roar of the frightening demon king, the evil spirits gathered lazily in one place, and there were actually six or seven hundred, floating out of the territory sparsely and rushing in the direction of the attack spell.

The scary demon king has no hope for these evil spirits. Since the other party can send such a powerful attack spell, it is not a piece of cake to deal with these useless evil spirits. It sent these evil spirits up just to win some time to collect its little fire monster and run away!

If you want to be a demon king, you have to be able to bend and stretch out. Before the other party shows his face, the cannon fodder below has already blown up its own territory and is about to crash. I think this ability is bigger than myself. Safety comes first, and it's better to avoid sharpness for the time being. Anyway, there are so many platforms floating in hell. At worst, it's better to run farther to rebuild. That's the territory. During this period, under the threat of that inexplicable force, the horror demon king has long had the idea of relocating his territory, but he was afraid of other demon kings's laughter and did not dare to act rashly. Now that he has such a good excuse, how can he be worthy of himself if he does not take the opportunity to escape? If it hadn't been for those small fire monsters of its own clan, it would have fluttered its wings and run as far as it could.