The black-robed man kneeling on the ground raised his head slightly, and his eyes caught a glimpse of the two huge, sharp butcher knives crossed in front of him.

He saw a thick black-brown blood crust on the blade of the knife, and a gelatinous slowly dripping plasma on the tip of the knife.

An extremely dark and heavy emotion suddenly poured out from the depths of his heart, quickly destroying his heart defenses like a mountain and a sea, and releasing all the despair and unwillingness in his heart.

The Spencer family did their best to retain the last shred of their sanity, and finally resisted the urge to hit the blades of the two butcher knives directly.

He knelt in place, mouth open, gasping for breath like a fish out of water, his face was incomparably pale under the hood of his cloak, and cold sweat was dripping down his forehead and the tip of his nose like a waterfall.

The large, terrifying figure stood right in front of him, staring at him silently with its blood-red eyes without pupils, but it didn't rush to cut it into pieces like it did with other targets.

The black-robed man knew that he didn't have much time, and the person in front of him was not known for his patience.

He only had a chance to say a word, and if that one didn't interest Lacanos, then he was dead!

So he used what little sanity he had left, and focused his attention on his next sentence, which he pondered for a long time before Lakanos raised his butcher's knife.

"I will bury me with the desperation of my enemies, Lord Lacanos......"

He uttered it in a hoarse voice as if he were a last word, and then he buried his head deep again, and with all his mind he abandoned all the good visions in his heart, leaving only the deepest pain and hatred.

As soon as he finished speaking, two gusts of wind with a strong smell of sulfur and fishy smell whistled towards his neck from both sides, but finally stopped on either side of his neck.

Lacanos stopped.

He knew he was on the verge of success.

"Hate and pain... It has nothing to do with me. The King of Despair's tone was as dead silent as ever, but with a hint of something different.

"But... Your tribute is delicious, so I decided to fulfill your last wish......"

"If you're desperate, you'll be dead......"

Call!!

The crimson wind whistled past him, and as if it had arrived, the figure of Lacanos vanished silently.

At the same time, a dark red point of light shot from the direction of the Gate of Hell, directly imprinting on the back of the neck of the black-robed man lying on the ground, leaving a mark that looked like two butcher knives crossed.

"Remember, your life is my ......"

A deep whisper sounded in his head, followed by a sharp pain that penetrated deep into the bone marrow!

"Ahh

The black-robed man rolled on the ground in pain, and this pain was beyond anyone's imagination, making him unbearable at all.

After a long time, the pain subsided slightly, and the black-robed man got up from the ground panting, and lifted his hood, which was already soaked in sweat, revealing an iron-blue face.

Lacanos's reaction was beyond his expectations, and he never imagined that the King of Despair would take his soul and life as a tribute to invite him......

This means that no matter what the outcome of this battle will be, he will not be able to save his life.

Unless the King of Despair is dead......

But if even it dies on the front line, it means that the Purgatory Fortress will definitely be broken.

In this way, he still has only one way to die!

"Damn it!"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but curse angrily, and then, as if thinking of something, he raised his head and looked at the gate of hell not far away.

However, at this moment, the gate of hell was already completely enveloped by a blood-red whirlwind, and with his strength, it was not difficult to see that no existence below the transcendent level would want to break through this whirlwind of death!

Lacanos has sealed the gates of hell!

Although this ban didn't last long, it was enough to block the escape path of all the demons in the Purgatory Fortress.

"Bastard!"

The black-robed man cursed hatefully again.

His face was a little pale, and his eyes were full of gloom.

Lacanos' power is no worse than that of any demon king-level being, but it has never planned to break away from the King of Fear and stand on its own.

The reason is that only a tragic death in despair can give it strength, and no demon who has not lived enough will serve such a cruel and twisted master.

Obey the King of Despair, and you will end up with only one death, because only the moment when you die will be of the greatest value to it.

Now, the current head of the Spencer family is the only living servant of La Canos... At least for the time being, the living ministers.

......

At the same time, outside of the Purgatory Fortress, the swarm army and the various legions of humanity were ready to go.

After a long period of continuous bombardment, the defensive shield over the castle had become almost invisible.

It could shatter at any moment, maybe in the next second.

In this case, Xue Hua ordered all the swarms and human legions to prepare for an attack immediately, and when the swarm's firepower covered and smashed the turtle shell and continued to extend some distance into the city, he immediately launched a final general attack on the Purgatory Fortress.

Nelson in the late winter theater brought an elite new force of about five hundred people.

Although this force was small, it was the elite of a hundred battles who survived the battle of Azmodan's attack on Fort Winter.

Moreover, in order not to fall into the name of the late winter theater of operations, General Edwin even selected the best among the few thousand remaining men in the two major army corps, and finally organized such a small super elite force.

According to Nelson, there are more than 200 top professionals with a level of more than 85 in this small force of 500 people, and none of the remaining 300 people are below level 82.

Among them, there are even seven quasi-legendary-level powerhouses who have just crossed the level 90 mark and nearly fifty top professionals who are close to the legend limit at level 89.

Although the battle on the front line of Fort at the end of winter was indeed a tragic disaster, it also made many golden talents begin to shine.

The appearance of this small unit is the best proof of this.

They will be led by Nelson, who is the best at fighting small elite forces, and will be the sharpest knife in the army of pros.

By the time all the preparations were made, the Infernal Fortress's shields had reached their limits.

With the last volley of fire from the Heavy Artillery Governor and the Spear Hunter, the shield that was already close to transparency finally shattered into a starry light in the sky with a "bang"!

"Zagara! Extend the firepower! Have the projectors shoot poisonous blastworms that cover the entire length of the wall we face! ”

Xue Hua gave an order, and the long-range artillery fire of the swarm began to bombard the city and walls of the Purgatory Fortress.

A sky of thorny spears and cannonballs whistled past his head, smashing directly into the Purgatory Fortress!

Woooooooo Rumble!!!

In the piercing roar, huge fireballs rose from inside the Purgatory Fortress, and countless Winged Demons and other flying demons who tried to soar into the air were suppressed by this powerful firepower and directly repressed back into the city, and the air force of the swarm took advantage of this opportunity to start launching an air attack on the city!