As Angel Leng's figure flashed, in less than half a minute, the demons present were almost killed.

The cavalry finally breathed a sigh of relief, and gathered around Anicid.

"Bury these sacrificed warriors well!"

Anicid pointed to the corpses on the ground and gave the order.

Then, a group of soldiers appeared in the army behind them, running away quickly, slowly carrying the corpses away.

Anicid then set his eyes on the battlefield again, and the demon warriors in front of Sarayan and Tay Sneef were the only ones left.

The four figures are entangled and wrestling with each other, on par.

Although Sarayang may not be as strong as the opponent, he can make up for it through exquisite swordsmanship, and he will soon be equal to the opponent.

As for the barbarian Tai Sneef, he still uses the anger buried in his heart to increase his strength and fight the demon warrior head-on.

The sound of fierce sword collisions echoed through the battlefield, and Anicid and the others waited silently.

She also wanted to see how it turned out.

After coldly and easily taking out those demons, the hidden threat disappeared with it.

So she didn't panic at all, and at the same time, she could take advantage of the present to take a good look at the strength of the demon's single body.

"Demons!"

Ty Sneef roared angrily, holding the machete hard, looking for an opportunity, that is, to slash it head.

This move, the demon warrior could naturally feel it, and immediately reacted.

With a shake to the right, the white machete missed.

Seeing this, the demon naturally took the opportunity to attack with both hands.

The powerful black claws grabbed Tay Sneef's shoulders, and the latter looked pained.

The demon's claws are vicious and unusually sharp.

He could feel as if his shoulders were being pinched, and the pain began to creep in.

Even a fierce man like Tay Sneef is starting to heat up on his forehead, and drops of sweat are flowing.

"Die!"

Ty Sneef has a feeling that if he doesn't fight again, his shoulders may be going to be wasted.

Gritting his teeth and enduring the severe pain, Tai * Sneef slammed the other party away with his head, and then, taking advantage of the situation, he lifted the machete, and his eyes were cold.

The machete was like an invincible god of death, decisively taking the demon's life.

Finally, after seeing the enemy fall, Ty Snaef also let go of the weapon in his hand, his body trembled, and he fell to his knees fiercely.

His mouth was panting, his face was red, and both shoulders were covered in blood.

In another place, Sarayan is also in crisis.

His innate physique was inferior to the other party, and he could only rely on superb skills to ease the gap between the two sides.

But no matter how powerful the trick is, the demon will not be fooled.

Therefore, Sarayang also began to gradually fall into a disadvantage, and even no matter how many techniques he used, his body and bones became more and more tired.

And the opponent's movements are much sharper than before, and he is about to defeat Sarayan.

The latter's eyes burst out, and he made a feint, first attracting the attention of the demon, and then stepping on the ground with one foot, his body bent and jumped, floating in the air.

And it just happened to cross over the demon's head, and naturally the latter was greeted only by a merciless white sword piercing the head.

The reaction to all this is unknown, after all, no one can imagine that this weak human who is about to lose the battle can actually turn defeat into victory, and obviously fall into such a desperate situation.

After defeating the demon, Sarayan finally relented and fell to the ground.

"The demon's single strength is really terrifying......"

Seeing that a warrior like Sarayan had to do his best to barely kill one of them was a real problem and a challenge for Anicid to see that such a demon had to fight hard.

But fortunately, according to the report, the current number of demon reincarnations is still not much, and she is the king of a kingdom, and in terms of numbers, she still has a great advantage.

As long as the tactics are adjusted well, it is still unknown who will win and who will lose.

Anicid is full of confidence in herself, and no matter what awaits her in the future, victory or death awaits her, she will break through this darkness as if she did not hesitate.

"You've worked hard!"

Anicid rode over and comforted the wounded two a little.

"Hard work, Aini, haha, don't look at me hurt, this is really happy!"

Ty Sneef seemed to be in a good mood, he didn't even rush at Anicid this time, and his rough face contained a rich smile.

It seems that he has been bullied by the demon for too long, and after being beaten by the cold hanging in the Ailan Kingdom, he has now regained his confidence and won the state a little.

"Thank you, Queen!"

Sarayan, despite being physically scarred, made an effort to perform chivalric etiquette.

"Well, it's up to us next, you guys go and rest!"

Anicid let the two of them go down, and as for the task of continuing to explore the ascension, it naturally fell on her.

"Liberate this tribe and rush the whole army!"

The king's sword was held high in the air, and Anicid looked at the front with a solemn face, and rushed forward first.

"Roar!"

Behind him, an army of tens of thousands of people followed unstoppably, fully equipped and ready to fight.

After that, the tribe resounded with screams, followed by loud cheers.

………………

An hour later, in the central area of the tribe, the last mouthful of blood was spilled from the sword of King Anicid, and an ugly demonic body fell to the ground.

Surrounded by an open lawn, this is probably where the tribe usually holds large events or balls.

It's a pity that many of the weeds on the lawn are sticking to blood-red traces at this moment, which makes the atmosphere of this space a little tragic.

Anicid also dismounted, and as he walked, the sword in his hand began to scratch slightly across the lawn.

The bloodstains on the king's sword and the traces of weeds were closely united, and Anicide closed her eyes slightly when she saw this.

Three seconds later, with a strong swing, a clump of weeds was chopped down from the ground, and then she stretched out her right hand and grabbed it quickly.

"I've been fighting for so long, fix it in place, and start cooking!"

Anicid gave the order majestically, and the figure began to gradually leave.

Including the blood-red weed in the palm of your hand.

"Yes!"

The next moment, the army, which was still very disciplined, instantly cheered, took out daily necessities from their backpacks, and began to do their duty.

The ruined tribe is finally coming alive again, but unfortunately no one is looking at it.

The angel saw coldly that he had nothing to do with himself, so he silently followed Anicid.

As the other party's knight bodyguard, he naturally has to follow him all day.

The two maintained a tacit understanding one after the other, and neither of them took the lead in speaking.

"Cold, look at this weed!"

A few more minutes later, Anicid suddenly raised the treasure in his hand.

"An hour of fighting, we went very well, didn't we?"

"But why, I'm not too happy?"

"Also, where did the people of those tribes go, it stands to reason that they can't all die, and those corpses don't have this knowledge!"

Anicid asked.

She was just charged, and she was carried away by anger, but now that she thinks about it, she has indeed fought for half a day, and she has not encountered a single native.