Lolina jumped slightly.

The pace is light, and the little feet step on the face of the human knight, and the relay flies. Spun in the air, countless pink flaming claw shadows flew out of her, covering the seven or eight human knights around her.

With a sound of sizzling, the armor and flesh were shredded by the claw shadow and ignited by the high-temperature flames.

The pink flames burned rapidly.

Turn the screaming human knight to ashes.

The pink flames that burst out did not disappear, but flowed and swirled in the air, like living creatures. She circled around and rushed towards Lolina, like a milk swallow returning to its nest, wrapping around Lorina, strengthening the flames burning on her body and increasing her strength.

After the flames possessed, Lolina entered a state of euphoria.

Lets out a high-pitched meow and rushes at the other human knights around him.

The same goes for Lilina, who is a master of physical arts, and performs better than her sister, shuttling among the human riders, turning into a blurry pale pink phantom of killing, and wherever she shuttles, the human knight's throat is torn by the flaming claw.

The dead knight was engulfed in pink flames, as if to strengthen the fighting power of the two cat girls.

Roy stared at the two cat girls the whole time to prevent them from having too much fun.

The Cult of Flame skin gave the two of them a unique ability to manipulate fire, which was very powerful, far beyond Roy's expectations.

The fighting style has completely changed.

Lolina, a magician, has become a melee warrior, and the two cat girls have brought out the agility and scratching skills of the cat people to the fullest.

When a minion is strong enough to gain a special fire ability.

Lowy's own decathlon.

He can simulate various flame manipulation abilities, which can be said to be the privilege of the Holy Son of the Flame God Cult.

Roy is leading the Erha to act as the Yellow Sparrow.

Simba's monsters ambush the human forces, and Roy takes advantage of the fire to loot. The Cultist Huskies form an encirclement to stop all the monsters and coalition soldiers who want to escape.

After a few baptisms of battle, tempered by blood and fire, these Erha are undergoing transformation.

From the eggs of the newly recruited recruits, to now there is a bit of the taste of old fritters.

The teams continued to run in with each other and had a tacit understanding.

Roy thinks.

The most bt thing about the Demon King's army is that it can be resurrected, and as long as you are willing to work hard, even a fool can train to become a veteran. It's like playing a game, always connecting to the top without worrying about dying halfway through.

"Surrender or kill! Surrender or kill! Surrender or kill! ……”

The remnants of the monsters and human soldiers dropped their weapons and surrendered with their hands raised.

Roy didn't rush to kill them all.

If there is no need to kill, he will not kill, he does not want to accumulate too deep sins for himself. As long as you surrender and drop your weapon, whether it is a monster or a soldier, you can save your life.

Merely......

They were to run back naked, remembering the shame of this defeat.

"Close, close!"

The Erha men are familiar with the road, looting valuable loot and throwing them together. The beautiful girl huskies put their belongings in the space ring, and at the same time flirt with the surrounding cultist huskies to boost morale.

Grab and run, and quickly transfer through the teleportation array.

Every action has a big gain, and Roy is not heartbroken by the consumption of space stones.

Roy's little life was nourishing.

Do it every other day.

The nobles ran out with the money, flowing down the scroll, and Roy knew exactly what was going on with them. Just catch it and it's a fat fish.

And Roy's opposite.

Simba is not having a good time.

When the natives fled for their lives, the army was too big to lose, and the low-level troops had no advantage in the battle, and he could hardly grab anything. Sent a high-level unit to assist in the sweep, only to be ambushed.

In the hall of the city lord's mansion.

Simba listened to the minions' return.

His face was gloomy, and the crystal cup in his hand shattered with a click, and was full of cracks. His voice was so deep that he couldn't hear any emotion.

"Say it again."

The fallen angel trembled and whispered in return:

"The two Great Lich Falls, along with their Death Knights, and Legendary Vampires have all been killed, bringing a total of 217 high-level class deaths."

Simba looked at the battle details report and asked:

"Why do natives know what we're doing? Apparently deliberately ambushed us. ”

Simba's voice was muffled, and he couldn't hear his emotions.

The fallen angel observed carefully, but could not see any emotion in his master's face, and whispered:

"We speculate that there are spies who have infiltrated the army, but because it is a mixed army, there are too many people to find out. Only informal minions can be marginalized. Wang, this kind of thing will never happen in the future. ”

Simba sat back on his throne and stared straight ahead.

The servants fell to their knees, and no one dared to get up.

It's been a long time.

Simba finally moved, and he let out a long exhale, deflated. Stood up and said:

"This war, we give up."

The servants who knelt on the ground were shocked.

"King! Now retreat, is the war that we have prepared for a year in vain? ”

Simba shook his head and said:

"People live for a breath, but those who can really survive are those who survive.

Preserving the green mountains is the king, only when you are alive can you be qualified to compose an epic, and when you die, you can only turn into a handful of ashes.

The natives of this world are too weird, from the beginning of the breakthrough, we have been targeted, and all their actions are stuck in our wants.

Such as choking in the throat.

Instead of spending it in this painful war for no known how long, it is better to withdraw and go to the next world to bully those soft persimmons. ”

Simba paced back and forth and continued:

"We cannot afford the loss of death, and the inheritance of our ancestors cannot be destroyed in my hands.

I, Simba, will one day become a mythical demon king, standing at the peak of the magic capital, and admired by everyone. ”

Smack, smack, smack.

The sound of bones colliding together.

Out of the darkness came a lich in a black cloak, and in a hoarse voice it said:

"Simba, you've grown. Fighting is the instinct of young people, but it is not a choice that everyone can make. Abandon those useless and inefficient things in pursuit of faster and higher profits. Very good. ”

Simba nodded respectfully to the old lich in front of him.

The fallen angel asked:

"Then shall we immediately withdraw our troops and apply to abandon the war?"

Simba shook his head and said with a fierce expression:

"Ever since Abraham died in battle, the natives have begun to become abnormal, and it is clear that there are people who accept Abraham's command. Now withdraw all the minions of the contract, defend the city, and then send someone to investigate this matter and find out who is behind it. ”

Simba gritted his teeth and said word by word:

"I, to, he, die."

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