"Are you back?"

"This body is mine, and I have something to say, this battle is not over yet - it is about to begin."

"Really?"

"Things have come here, so it should be said that it is very close to your ideals, right?"

"It's far off. My goal is to defeat you, the king of Baal, and Ashtaroth, so even if I win this battle, it will only be a milestone. ”

Mist Blade roared loudly with a handsome smile:

"Let's stop grinding a few more times, shall we? Unleash all your legions! That's your killer feature. I'll also use Lilith's power to fight you, and that's a full-scale battle, so let's not be awkward. ”

- Child, what about my chances?

"Shut up, I'll let you behave later."

- Then I have to remind you again, if you abuse my miasma too much, your body will gradually demonize. No one will be able to save you, will they?

…… I see. Looking at the battle between Lilith and Beret just now, it is clear that even if this woman has the strength, she will make the most appropriate judgment according to the situation at the time, and fully use the right time, place and people thoroughly.

I still have a lot to learn, even if I have gone through so many things, there are still so many things that I should learn and can learn. Really...... That's life.

The moment the eyes of the two sides met, Ryuji confided in a calm tone:

"I didn't think there would be another day when I could use these powers, because it's not time for me yet, it's not a question of whether you're strong enough or not, it's about myself."

With Ryuji's confession, he named the Mist Blade and the others with his eyes in order, everyone was already scarred, and he himself was almost the same. A confession like a confession, the fog blade savored word by word.

"But there's no need for that anymore!"

Ryuji began to release his own miasma, which was different from usual, very dense and extremely dense, and just by seeing it with his own eyes, he could feel the primordial miasma of infinite power in his body.

There were roundabout differences from the various dukes that the fog blade had come into contact with in the past, but at the same time, it also made him really feel that this was the posture that a seventy-second duke should have!

The Headless Horseman Mo, the pikeman Si, the Oriental samurai Fuji, the whip master Ra, the hammer envoy Ryu, the archer Miya, and the shield bearer Ke - these legions have appeared one after another at the call of Ryuji.

The scene was very grand, and this was the first time that Mist Blade had seen Gong himself - it turned out that in the state of "this", this guy's facial features were only half.

Incidentally, there's a new member you've never seen before, the only legion with a neck missing, head suspended in the air, and no weapons in hand.

"It's been a long time since I saw you. Because your abilities are just simple melee attacks, the master always thinks that your safety is the most dangerous, and does not use you in one-on-one combat. ”

"Don't be angry, Mo, don't think that if you and your master are closer, you can make a lot of nonsense! When it comes to strength, no legion here will lose to you! ”

The interaction of these legions was not taken into account, which shows that these guys usually have this virtue. Ryuji continued to look at the situation and said:

"Mist Blade, the next thing is the main event, and it is also the real strength of me that you are looking forward to the most - the power that was once sealed by Lilith and called Moro."

Ryuji grew stronger, and under the constant overwhelming excess of power, the muscles in his body became strong, as if they could tear through his already tattered clothes and pants at any moment.

However, at this moment, the power stopped stirring and erupted into a torrent.

The subjects were the legions, cracks erupting in all directions of the empowered bodies, and the lasers were followed by explosion after explosion, like a shelled beetle.

Dust and smoke are filled, visibility is sluggish, and it is simply the scene of a fire.

Mistblade continued to wait for a good show.

In a wilderness of smoke and debris, Mist Blade was finally able to meet the true face of the Legion.

The members of these disabled groups have returned to their rightful appearance.

Among them, it is the appearance of Mo that is the most prominent.

It was a mature big sister with long black hair, with a bit of shyness in her awe-inspiring aura, and her personality must be consistent with this unsmiling expression, and she was a more real woman than Ji Jiana.

"Mist Blade ......"

Lexia on the side was jealous again, which made Mist Blade feel very annoyed.

Mo lifted her long hair, and seemed to miss her long hair a lot, thinking about it, it had been seven years, and now she could finally touch it again. Mo Yi said to the Fog Blade sternly:

"Boy, now that our legions have taken back the power that belonged to us, then you don't want to leave here alive."

"Counting the previous encounters, I didn't even know how many times I had been killed by you."

"But it's not just us, you're the same, right? So this time I will not engage in a demonstration of strength and judgment, but will kill you with dignity and take off your head to the master. ”

This sentence...... I'll just think you've identified with my strength and presence. ”

Lexia's horse-headed and minotaur have also returned to normal, and they can fight.

The crowd was fully armed, raised their hands and aimed them at the enemy's chest, and without anyone shouting the starting slogan, they rushed to each other together.

--

At that time, the battle with Lilith disappeared like a passing cloud in the corner of the New World.

After all, all the talents have just gone through the catastrophic wounds of the 22nd century mythical project, and they have no energy to face other small things just to calm the emotions of the time and build a new residence in this new place.

That's right—Morax's fierce battle with Lilith that night was nothing compared to the damage inflicted by the Twenty-Second Century Mythology Project, and it didn't make any impression in the eyes of others, or even hear anyone talk about it.

"What's wrong with you?"

It seems that after entering this family restaurant, it is clear that the food has been served, but Morax has not moved for a long time, which has attracted the attention of the friends opposite.

"If you don't eat it, such a delicious meal will cool down."

“……”

The other party put on an innocent expression, as if it was an inevitable act to "enjoy" at this time and in this place.

Because of this, Morax was dissatisfied, and the miasma contained in his body surged out, blowing a frenzied storm.

The surrounding customers and waiters panicked, some even fell to the ground because they couldn't stand steadily, and most of them naturally didn't have a normal defensive mentality, and hid under the tables and chairs shivering.

In short, no one is mentally prepared to deal with this unexpected situation.

Except for one person –

"Morax, can this be seen as a war post you made to me?"

It was the woman sitting across from him.

"Less angry, Yastharo. I'm not looking for you, I'm looking for that person. ”

Morax glared indignantly at the man who was about to walk over with a drink.

"Baal!"

As the miasma wind stopped the commotion, Morax yelled at the sleek blonde male. Because everyone is still in a state of panic, they turn a blind eye to Morax's ghostly roar.

However, in the face of such a strong murderous aura, Baal still went his own way and placed each of the three drinks in front of everyone, and then dealt with the anxious Morax:

"Indeed, our showdown may already be time, after all, that is the mission of the seventy-second duke's life."

“……”

"Whether it's you, me, or Lu, or even the other seventy-two dukes, as long as we live, we must fight each other, because that is the proof that God has given us strength."

Baal, who had said this, did the opposite of the battle—that is, he sat down next to Yasherreh.

At this time, Yasherlu relayed and said:

"This city of Mesot should have been completely destroyed by Liwu's masterpiece two years ago, but the people led by the cherubim were able to do everything in a short period of time, otherwise we wouldn't be eating in this restaurant now, but continue to live a cruel life of lack of food and clothing."