As if purifying the power, the miasma and the sword swept the area, those legions were eliminated one by one, Ryuji and Andumarius called for the legions, and the big action of subduing demons and eliminating demons pushed the battle to a new peak.

In this way, with the efforts of everyone, Weimo and Baal were forced to have the next tactic.

This time, not only fighters and helicopters, but also attack planes and bombers have come to the era of sharpness, because the personnel carrying the regiment have manipulated these killing weapons with wisdom.

Of course, the other party did not forget to equip machine gunners, scouts and foot sentries, etc., which are simply the favorites of military maniacs, which shows that the couple has a certain study of history and war.

Shuttling through the crowd and the chaos of war, the Fog Blade and the Longing saw a familiar figure-

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"I didn't think we'd have a day of fighting—though I already knew there would be such a day."

"Sure enough, among those inhabitants, there is a mixture of the army of that fellow of Baal! You're one of them, the landlord. In this way, you are responsible for passing on the information of our Godless Home to your master! ”

The fog blade punched, and the landlord flinched and added:

"Mist Blade, do you still choose to underestimate the King of Baal? That man is not as simple or simple as you think. ”

This sentence alone made Mist Blade realize the gap between himself and the first place again. However, one sentence alone was not enough to frustrate him and prevent him from fighting again.

The contractile miasma expands, and the waves return, this time it is Beret. The strong miasma, with a majesty like the sigh of the dragon king, instantly silenced the legions.

With such momentum, the Mist Blade exerted Lilith's miasma to the extreme, and the resulting miasma gushing fountain allowed his power to break through again.

The mothership dispatched, the incomparably huge size shook people's hearts, and fully aimed at the fog blade their batteries and fighters, and came straight at the speed of light one after another, facing the catastrophe like the final battle, the war was on fire, and the two sides collided head-on and shocked the fire.

The majestic scene had already made the fog blade unable to stop, the dancing sword traced a graceful trajectory in the air, and the afterimage-like miasma rushed to produce beautiful rainbows.

In this way, after the concerted efforts of everyone, along with the danger of a fire in the wire, the mothership was dismantled and sank to the target of the Kingdom of Mesopotamia.

The huge shadow was approaching, and the Fogblade and the others were at a loss, and it was not unclear what kind of risks they would face after they knocked down this legion, so-

"Ready, Ryuji. Let's use that. ”

"Boy, just wait for your words."

The miasma was liberated, and at this moment, the mist blade and the miasma in Long Si's body changed synchronously, and the miasma storm swept away the surrounding area, and it was also at this time that they let the miasma form a threatening form and equip it.

Different from ordinary dependence, this type of miasma can promote cell activity, and obtain miasma armor equipped with the body, which is at least tens, or even hundreds of times stronger, than ordinary dependence.

Furthermore, when the total amount of miasma in the caster far exceeds the capacity of the caster's body, it will cause the caster's body—

"That's not ......"

"yes...... It was once taken away and used by Lilith, and it is also the true form of the miasma that Ryuji was inspired by - Moro. But now that Mist Blade and Ryuji have also gained Lilith's miasma, their bodies will become larger. ”

The mission of supporting the earth made the Fog Blade and Ryuji surpass the previous dukes, and their sense of mission even evaporated in an instant the fall of the wreckage of the mothership, eliminating and banishing the falling huge things, and the miasma that was fully activated was powerful to the world.

When the fog blade returned to consciousness, it stimulated his brain and vision like an electric current, forcing his blood pressure and nerves to relax all over his body, so he rediscovered his current self.

Now that both Fogblade and Ryuji have acquired giant bodies that are tens of meters tall, he can finally see the full picture of the kingdom now.

In a word, it is unsightly.

The wreckage or the scene of hell is already a good word, and the vast black fog clings to the ground and buildings, tossing and turning, and before they reach the end of their lives, they do not forget to use everything they need to take the nutrients they need, and after they grow, they continue to enhance the strong flavor.

Looking at the palm of his hand after combining with Ryuji, Mist Blade deeply felt the strength of Ryuji and Lilith.

The sunset passed, and a layer of bright red iridescent painted on it made the kingdom more like the twilight of the gods.

Fogblade couldn't help but feel a sense of guilt that fascinated them, because thinking about the fact that the first thing they were to do right now was to defeat Weimo and Baal.

- Attention, boy.

"I know the fight isn't over yet. Although Lyxia and Visiona survived being crushed by the mothership by fusing with our miasma, those two guys did not, but they won't be defeated because of this. ”

Killed by his own tricks - there should be no such stupid people in the world. Just as Mistblade was thinking about it, a bolt of lightning broke into their feet, and just as Lexia and Lena were actively searching for each other's whereabouts, Andumarius was killed.

"Andumarius!"

Lexia screamed, and Beret unleashed a miasma to try to find out the murderer, but it seemed that even this situation was in Baal's script, and the murderer seemed to have gained an invincible ability to survive, and fell directly across from them and said:

"Baal, Ashtaroth, you should come out too, right?"

It looks like the appearance of a literary and artistic youth, but it has an opposite poker face on his face, forming a strong contrast. In an unpretentious performance, it gives the impression that it does not look like a murderer, but that it is impossible to agree with the tactics of its own holder.

“…… That was the last duke in Baal's hands? ”

The origin of this person is-

"I'm so sorry, Serre, I'm willing to give you a chance to play now."

The voice of Baal could be heard from the pile of wreckage, and it must have been in that place. Beret attacked and was defused one by one by the Duke named Serre. This guy ...... You can't take the enemy lightly.

"Then let me see what you look like. I must have waited a long time before I finally waited for an opponent who was enough to compete with you. ”

The light of darkness appeared, and the erupting miasma seemed to invite all the calamities of this world, and the unsealed seal was given room to vent, so that the miasma could have a chance to reconstitute it.

The infinite power enveloped the end and Baal in it, holding it in the palm of the hand like a rare treasure, and under this power, the body swelled like a seedling to grow, becoming a tall giant standing on the sky.

The glittering golden crown brings out the aura of a king, the sharp angles on both sides bring bad news, the half-naked body is protected by divine armor, and the back has a huge, spiky golden ring, and wears black gloves to grasp the bright white spear.

"Is that your husband and wife's hole cards?"

[I've kept you waiting, Mist Blade and Ryuji. 】

The overlapping voices can be clearly heard as the hearts of both the end and Baal.

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It's not so much that I can't believe that there is a duke type in the end, but that the fog blade has always been unwilling to believe that the change in the form of the end is "that" look.

In short, if his life could be repeated, maybe he would really choose the end at that time.

That was about five years ago.

After lunch, Fog Blade walked out of the house with a garbage bag full of garbage, as a kind of after-dinner exercise, when he stepped out of the corner of the stairs to the garbage dump in the community to throw away the garbage, he turned around and saw a graceful figure, walking into the shadow of the apartment.

Even the twelve-year-old Fogblade was always a man, so he chased after him without saying a word, but there he saw only the stairs leading upstairs, and there was nothing.

In order to find out, he took a gamble and climbed the stairs, and the fog blade, which usually belongs to the elevator family, has such determination.

Just as he was about to see the end, the figure had disappeared on the unknown floor.

It is natural to feel discouraged at the moment, but I can't find a better way to vent my current emotions, so I can only return to the return place on the seventh floor. As if the heavens heard the voice of the fog blade, he was stunned near the door of his house.

Because that beautiful woman was so close, next door to their godless home. Speaking of which, who the nearby residents are, and the fog blade that has been bothering here for nearly two years, they don't care.

A beautiful woman, who was about a few years older than him, was looking at the doorbell of her house, and it seemed that she had forgotten to bring her house key when she went out, and she was helplessly begging her family for help.