Chapter 143: Ten Thousand Hosts
In front of Ornoor was an endless wasteland.
He shuttled from under the River Styx, but unexpectedly returned to land.
It was a black wasteland, the earth was rising with the breath of death, and the endless starry sky shone on it, and if you were in a trance for a moment, you would feel that you were actually in the vast universe.
Honoror looked ahead, and in the vast universe, there was still a city standing majestically.
It was a purgatory-like city, floating high in the air, and several huge demons flew in the air, lifting the city like an emperor's throne, out of reach.
"Is that Star Demon City?"
Honoror couldn't help but admire, it was indeed a city far beyond his imagination, and there could be such a place in this strange space of the underworld.
However, it was not only the city that made him sigh, but the thousands of demons on the wasteland, dressed in armor and waiting for the arrival of Honor.
"Your Excellency, we have been discovered. β
Zero spoke his opinion respectfully, and there was no doubt that these people were coming for Honor.
"Looks like we're ready. β
The corners of Honor's mouth arced, and the young man with the bone mask at the front of the demonic army was looking up at the place where Honoror wasβthe spatial hole that had opened in the sky.
"Astalo. β
Honoror didn't expect that guy to be standing here.
But if there is anyone in this underworld who can stop Honor, there is no doubt that it is Astaro, the holder of the power of great sin.
As a ferryman, why did he appear in this place, and he also commanded an army of thousands of demons, probably because he had some kind of relationship with the king of the underworld.
"But it doesn't hurt. β
Honoror's body floated in the air, and now that he knew that Aryphia's clue was in the hands of the demon king Belmont, whether it was a thousand or ten thousand demons, he would take it correctly.
And now, Astaro raised his head and was looking at Honor.
That awe-inspiring murderous aura emanated from the bone-masked demon, and even Ornoor himself shuddered.
"See you again, Honor. Astaro spoke softly, but the voice reached Honor's heart like the sound of a bell.
"Glad you remembered. β
"An opponent who can play evenly with me should remember the other person's name no matter what, and I don't think that's respect. β
Under the bone mask, Honor's face could not be seen clearly.
"Not to mention ......"
"What's more?"
Faced with Honor's doubts, Astaro stopped talking, he raised the long sword in his hand and pointed it into the air.
"One last word of advice, Ornoor, if you leave here now, it's still too late. β
"But unfortunately, I want to see your king, the fellow named Belmont. β
"Really, then I'll take your body to him. β
Under the mask of bones, Astalo laughed.
Unafraid, Honore laughed along.
But the next moment, Astaro disappeared in place.
The earth roared, thousands of demon armies swarmed up, and the black and overwhelming demons flew into the sky and besieged Honor.
"Zero. β
As soon as Honor's hand was raised, a black soul sword had already fallen into his hand.
He knew the power of Astaru, which was definitely not an opponent that ordinary weapons could deal with, so in such a situation, the only way to make Zero return to the state of the Sword of Divine Zero was to revert to the state of the Sword of Divine Zero.
The next moment, Astaro appeared in front of Honor, and the two blades intertwined with each other, bursting with shining sparks in the air.
- Very strong.
Honor's body leaned back, and Astaro's fierce sword wind forced him to breathe.
"Drink!"
Astaro shouted angrily at the air, and the strength in his hand was a little heavier, and Honoror had to hold his sword in both hands to barely block Astaro's sword momentum.
"Speaking of which, you don't drive a boat well, why did you come to this place?"
"You don't need to know this kind of thing!"
Astaro spoke briefly, and a sword slashed at Honor.
"But you're too foul to beat you!"
Honoror hurriedly dodged, but behind him, several demons had already spotted the gap and immediately met him.
Honor's eyes lit up, and an aura of light spread out from around his body, which was the guard's barrier, knocking the surrounding demons to the ground in an instant.
"Don't be distracted!" Astaro drank again, and at some point, the guy was already standing on the ground.
Astaro raised the long sword in his hand high, and endless power gathered in his hand, and the originally ordinary blade seemed to have turned into an incomparably terrifying behemoth in his hand.
With a swing of Astaru in the air, the sword wind raged, and the earth cracked.
The manic hurricane blew up against the air, scattering the surrounding demons in all directions.
"Exactly. β
Honoror stood in mid-air, his sword in one hand, and the golden magic book in the other.
"Nether Fire!"
A black fireball suddenly rose from the magic book, and the fireball hovered around Honor, flying swiftly in all directions as if he had wisdom.
Those fireballs quickly merged into Astalo's sword wind, and the power that had been slashing at Onor was disrupted in an instant.
No, it wasn't disturbed, it was controlled by Honor.
A storm of fire raged and roared, and Asthalo was startled, the wind was out of his control.
- Used.
His sword aura began to spread around, causing a violent storm to roll up on the barren land.
All the demons that approached were caught up in it in an instant, their bodies burning and tearing, screaming and roaring, then turning to ashes in the struggle.
In less than a moment, the demons on the earth were on fire.
Like a mad dance that lost its mind, the wasteland instantly turned into a sea of flames.
"You guy!"
Astaro was already furious.
Astalo's body burst into flames.
It was his fury, the fury of looking up at the sky.
"Lord Astalo, we're here to help you!"
The demons of the lower levels saw that Asthalo was serious, and they all approached to help.
But it was also at this time that the demons who surrounded them felt an unprecedented fear - the fear of death.
Astalo's fury swelled as they approached.
Even if they only touched the boundaries of that fury, they would be reduced to ashes.
"Thank you so much. Onor smiled lightly, Astaro's anger was the fury of an indiscriminate attack, and instead helped Oror reduce the number of demons.
Astaro frowned when he heard Honor's taunt.
His anger grew stronger and stronger, and in an instant it swept over the whole land.