"Speed up!" the Barb Demon whipped his whip and whipped mercilessly at one of the Bad Devils. The whip can cause pain deep into the bone marrow, but it does not affect physical activity, which makes the Barbhead proud. "Pull it! Get this thing to the front!"

"This thing" is a heavy guy placed on a six-wheeler, covered with canvas and tightly tied with ropes. Judging from the bulging canvas, it was a thick, long fellow, much like a battering ram. But how can the battering ram be useful in the defense front? The bad demons don't understand it, and they don't dare to ask. They don't even know how to overcome the difficulties in front of them, so how can they care about other things?

This is another encounter in a bloody battle, taking place far from the Bronze Fortress, but on a larger scale than the last. Lord Bayer hasn't returned yet, but the devil's war machine won't stop because no one is missing. Since no one could bear the consequences of the Bronze Fortress being attacked, the Eight Demon Generals decided to arrange a larger and deeper defense line this time, lengthening the defensive distance, and preparing to resist the demon's attack with a slightly more sacrifice.

Therefore, the devils must bring their "magic light killing cannon" to the new front line.

The previous skirmish had taken place in the land where the Demon Light Killer was passing through, and it had also become muddy due to the battle and the stampede of the devil's army. Wheels made of bronze are inherently impassable, and any potholes and slopes are the enemy of the bad demons, and if they overturn, they will directly kill them. But the devils have no choice, they are the pigs, dogs, cows, and horses of hell, the kind that have no food, can't sleep, and are always whipped. Now, they could only use all their strength to push the bronze cart slowly.

With a snap, the wheels crushed a stone, and the sliding from the debris caused the car to begin to tilt to the right. At that moment, the bad devil on the right hurriedly resisted the car with his shoulder, and the bad devil on the left pulled hard. They are working together, but their motivations are different. Those on the right are afraid of death, and those on the left don't want the right to die, lest they have to bear double the workload next.

No matter how many or where they died, the car was destined to be transported to the front line.

Because the demons are unorganized and undisciplined, they have a hard time overcoming the urge to destroy and fight, so skirmishes are going on all the time. Devils and demons fight each other, and flesh is meaninglessly sprinkled on the land of hell. The roars and the clashing of weapons quickly overpowered the crunching of the bronze wheels, and the demons finally reached their destination.

"Untie the rope and move things down!" As soon as the barb demon gave the order, he was kicked in the ass by a higher-level ice demon. It felt the coercion of the high-level devil behind it, and it didn't dare to say a word, and was afraid as fast as it could.

"If the stupid guy like the bad devil can do things well, there is no need for you to exist!" the ice demon slapped his tail on the ground and snapped, expressing his anger. "The war of the Demon King does not give you the opportunity to bully the inferior demons, but allows you to exert your greatest strength to fight for victory!"

What the Ice Demon said made a lot of sense, but it didn't help the low-level and middle-level devils. According to the strict literal meaning, the ice demon is not bullying the inferior demon, it is the barb demon that it is whipping, so it is naturally not within the scope of that criticism. When it comes to his own interests, the devil never hesitates to use their cunning.

"The demons are charging!"

The cries of warning came like waves from the front, followed by a tsunami of demons. They flocked forward with their teeth and claws, their eyes empty. The Devil had already set up a "^" shaped breakwater on the battlefield, and behind the walls there were arrow towers and barbed demons armed with serrated spears. The demons were too dense to slow down, and they could only push each other around the sides of the breakwater. The stampede took place and the ground became slippery as a result. The devils fired their weapons from the towers, stabbing with barbed spears.

"Queue up!

The Devil's command knows how to control the tide of battle, and discipline and training have long been imprinted in their bones. At the front line, there are always two layers of barbed Rubik's Cubes on standby, and the current "all columns" are only continuing to thicken the phalanx, and will not affect the engagement at the front line at all.

Each breakwater takes at least half a day for fifty bad demons to build and half a day to reinforce, and the average time they can hold out in the face of a demonic tsunami is only ...... Twenty seconds. The demons climb the breakwater like fellow army ants, covering all obstacles in their path. The tower fell, and the barbed demon behind the embankment wall and the demon that pounced on it and bit it were all gone.

"Prepare to throw the spear!3,2,1,throw!"

The waves of the tsunami stopped for a moment, and dense barbed spear fences briefly appeared on the battlefield. As with the result of the breakwater, the fence of the spear disappeared again in an instant. Some demons now hold barbed spears and shout defiantly charging at the weapon's owner.

"Throw the spear 3 times! Raise the shield in the front row!

The devil is methodical, the demon is ferocious and furious, and the two collide together in an instant. The demons and demons in the front row could no longer be separated from each other by just looking at each other, they were either pieces of heaven or mud trampled on the earth. The scene became scorching and brutal, and it will continue to be so. The devils on the front line, especially the low-level devils in the previous rows, are ready to be demoted to death.

Bayer's all-out defensive policy keeps the war taking place in the confines of the first layer of hell, where the devil can be reborn and at least have a chance to save his life. But if the will to fight continues, it will soon be killed again in a lower-level and weaker posture after rebirth, and when it comes to the inferior demon that cannot be defeated, it will lose the chance to be reborn after death, leaving only the remains that can crush the soul maggots.

Demotion is devastating for low-level mid-tier devils, and unbearable losses for high-tier devils who command and watch battles. The more you lose, the less you will get in the end, and it becomes a vicious circle. The devils reward the victors and the survivors, a rule that hell has never broken, and so does "grabbing by strength". Especially in the eyes of the devil in charge of commanding the horned demon, this time the demon's offensive must be defused as soon as possible. Even if it's not for profit, it's for itself - if its subordinates die, it has to go up and block it with its body, and it may continue to descend and die. At this point, they thought of it together.

"Magic Light Killing Cannon. The Horned Demon conveyed the same command down in a different way: "Whether it's the first one to use it or not, it must be used now!"

So on the front line, the canvas was unraveled, and the bronze cannon was displayed in the open under the sky of hell, and the hideous barrel was aimed at the place where the demon was. When the first layer of the phalanx was submerged, the ice demon guarding next to the cannon took out the ruler and began to set up the cannon; when the second layer of the phalanx was destroyed, they found themselves losing their direction in the maze of mathematics and rune combinations; when the third layer of the phalanx disappeared, they knew that if they didn't fire again, they might be stuffed into the barrel of the cannon by the horned demon superior.

So on the battlefield of the bloody battle on the first layer of hell, the Demon Penetrating Light Killing Cannon began its debut. First, a few blue frozen balls flew over the battlefield in a parabolic manner, and the demons only thought that this was some kind of new spell from the devils, and at most it could only cause a little innocuous damage. But in the blink of an eye, nearly a thousand cannons were fired.

It was a freezing meteor shower, like an ice comet shattering and crashing into a tsunami of demons. The terrible chill spreads rapidly, all the flames are extinguished, all the acid freezes, and the direction of the wind on the battlefield changes instantly. The course of the war paused for a moment, then reopened with a dense cracking sound like raindrops.

"Write down the results for me!" the Horned Demon flicked his fist excitedly, shouting at the Fly-like Demon. They have reason to be excited, so many devils are using the Magic Light Killing Cannon, and they can completely share or erase the potential risks. And this is a good opportunity for them to completely crush those devilish "colleagues" who don't have cannons in terms of performance, and promotion is in sight!

About thirty seconds later, there was a second launch, and some of the Horned Demons began to curse angrily. "Stupid, won't you change your position? If you still play in the previous place, what will happen to your record? Bastard! Waste my resources!"

No matter whether these devils are excited or cursed, it will not affect the power of the Demon Piercing Light Killing Cannon. Under the freezing cold meteor shower, the battlefield advantage is immediately grasped by the devil, who can calmly reorganize the army, and then quickly kill the enemy when he is weak. At this moment, the Demon Piercing Light Killing Cannon froze the Demon Tsunami.

"It's a pity that I've fallen out with Kurdan, otherwise I should have had a drink for it. Feige hid in a corner of the battlefield and muttered to himself.

He defends himself with stealth against the devil, and he has to be careful not to move. Originally, he was going to teleport to the Blood Dealer Bazaar and then go to the River Styx, summoning the River Styx to buy some information related to the fire elemental plane and fire dwarves from them, but the teleportation technique did not know why there was a huge deviation, and he appeared directly on the front line of the bloody battle.

There are high-level demons such as the Deep Hell Purgatory Demon in the back, thousands of pairs of eyes staring here, and there are powerful spells shrouded in it, Fei Qi does not dare to act rashly. Any act of teleporting away is regarded as a defection, and death is an inevitable outcome after endless torture, not to mention that there is a problem with teleportation here, and Feiqi does not dare to teleport again until the reason is clarified.

"It's a good thing I didn't teleport directly to the front line, otherwise I would have died. Even if I'm invisible to the demon, there's no free place to stand, and even if it's crowded, it can kill me. ”

"The power of the volley of the Demon Piercing Light Killing Cannon is so strong, even the demon's attack can withstand it. If the high-level demon didn't intervene, then this attack would be in vain. No, I'll have to find the teleportation problem before the demon appears. ”

On the battlefield, the demons and demons attacked each other with various elements, and the freezing core of the Demon Penetrating Light Killing Cannon temporarily showed crushing mana fluctuations, but the chaotic energy caused by these attacks was not enough to disrupt the stability of the space spell. There are indeed many dimensional anchors over the battlefield, but they prevent the demons from raiding at any gate at short distances, and they have no effect on teleportation across the world. And Feiqi's teleportation coordinates are not here at all! He dragged the inferior demon and asked a few words before, knowing that he is now at least two hundred kilometers away from the Blood Dealer Bazaar! The interference that can make the teleportation more than a hundred kilometers away will not happen at all, because before the interference is successful, the teleportation will be destroyed, and it is impossible for him to enter the scope of hell at all!

Feiqi was puzzled, at least he didn't seem to have any anomalies around, and there shouldn't be a problem with his spells. "Why don't you sneak a few rows behind? If you move a little bit at a time, no one will find out, right? You can't die on the battlefield in vain......"

The Devil Overseers stared at their soldiers, and Feige stared at the Overseers, and then relied on—but didn't dare to rely on them completely—to keep the Devil Stealth Spell as far from the front line as possible. After walking more than a hundred meters from where he had first appeared, Feige suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"The mana fluctuations are so weird, it's some kind of spatial spell at work. Good...... The space of the battlefield seems to be pulling something...... Strange, why are these demons and demons not aware of it? The Deep Hell Purgatory is also indifferent? This shouldn't be!"

Just as Feige appeared, a crack opened in the space, and an old man with a white beard and white hair and a human face rolled out of it. He wears a gray peaked hat, a white robe, and holds an old wooden cane with a glowing tip.

Feige used cloaking to the devil before teleporting, so he didn't attract any attention when he appeared. And this old man of mankind appeared in the midst of the devil with such a big grin, how could he not set off the alarm. Barbs and Bad Demons surround him, curse him in the words of Hell, and make him drop his weapons and surrender to be punished. The old man kept his chest straight and looked to the left and right, his deep eyes shining with wisdom. It seemed that it only took a split second for him to understand the situation in front of him.

So he raised his hand, which was not holding the staff, and pointed a finger straight to the sky, and blue flames rose from it. The movements of the demons around him seem to have come to a standstill, and even time has stood still. Feige was a hundred meters away, only to feel that an incomparably powerful spell was being born.

"And the divine power...... Feiqi gritted his teeth, tried to control his body, and used the artifact-level cat-teasing stick to barely use his magic, erecting a pale golden anti-spell shield in front of him. How much can this shield do? Feige had no confidence at all. He only prayed that no matter what came next, a Lust form should be able to cancel it out. In Hell, the Blackwing Form must not be lost, so he simply took out the strongest Six-Winged Blazing Sky God Servant Demon State to try his luck.

"The order of Azus is balanced. The old man spat out eight words softly. The eight words are just the names of the incantations, and under these eight words there are complex and powerful incantations, runes, divine powers, and mana. And their outward manifestation is just an eight-character name and an ever-expanding blue ring of flames.

The Ring of Fire doesn't move too fast, not much like a wild dog on the run, but no demon or demon can dodge it. Any creature that touches this ring of flame immediately disintegrates and dies, turning into something like ashes, with no chance of being reborn in the lower ranks. It treats demons and demons equally, and the mercenaries who come to the battlefield in search of excitement are the same, all of them turn to ashes and volatilize. But all the items were unscathed.

Feige felt that something was wrong, and he desperately wanted to cast another spell, even if it was teleportation or apparition. But in front of the old man's spell, he couldn't make a single move, and could only watch the ring of fire crash into it. The golden anti-spell shield disintegrated in an instant, turning into golden shards. The ring of fire touched him, and then ......

Then it passed, and Feige found that nothing was wrong.