The entire position was almost overturned by the angry Demon King, or now the real Demon King, and under this terrifying intervener, all stratagems turned into ridiculous jokes.

Larry, the "rock sheep" who witnessed everything, stood on the battlefield with a war knife and a pistol that he had been carrying for decades, surrounded by his [Political Commissar Group], who had already suffered more than half of the casualties.

"No matter what my commander does, I will fulfill the duties of a war commander to the end, this child's life, no matter what the final result of this war is, I will personally pay for it!"

The resolute face, as always, stood at the forefront of the battlefield, expressionless, only fighting to the death, and the pride of the commander.

"All! Engage the enemy and fight to the death! The last order was given, and Larry and his commissar rushed out first, joining forces in the slums, utterly enraged by the sight of a young man's life.

The bloodiest flowers bloomed in the ruins, heralding the end of the tragic struggle.

Because everyone saw that the tall young man had passed, and was moving step by step towards the "immortal old Joe", who had always been strong and unquestionable. Whoever ends up coming out of the "silver meat grinder" again, the "ruins", which are not too long history, are destined to be rewritten.

"Boss ——!" Andre was extremely miserable at this time, Father Anderson's sword carried a terrifying power of faith, the stabbing wound was almost difficult to recover, and the huge body was stabbed in thousands of places. I don't know if it was intentional by the priest, none of them hurt their lives, but the remnants of the human faith power of the wound made this half-breed suffer thousands of times more pain, if it weren't for the incredible strength of the troll and the fact that he has been used to being injured after decades of fighting, I'm afraid this powerful warrior would have fainted directly.

At this time, seeing that powerful and terrifying young man who was not like a human being rushed towards the boss's castle with full of anger, this tenacious man began to be impatient. In an instant, the priest's grip was broken, and despite the pain on his body, he began to try to run in the direction of the fortress, and then help the boss hold the monster for even a second.

Then he fell down again

"Hey, do you think I'm going to let you go, you can't go anywhere until it's over!"

The bloodied priest stepped on the fallen giant's back and pulled the sword he had just thrown to prevent him from escaping. The anger in his eyes didn't seem to have subsided at all.

"Including hell, come on, our accounts are not finished yet!"

The Iron Mask is less than half of the Iron Mask's troops, besieged by its natural enemies, the Faith Priest and the Heavy Armor Destroyer Rune Hammer. Now, it has basically changed from the previous one-on-one to several renegade priests and rune blacksmiths to besiege and kill the Man in the Iron Mask who runs out of bullets and only has only melee weapons left. The outcome was decided, and whether or not Old Joe could defeat the Sigmar who he didn't care much about at first, the guards he had rushed all the way were doomed to loess as well.

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The conflict on the battlefield broke out in full swing, and at this time, Old Joe, like a martyr, spread his arms wide, trying to make his tattered military uniform look as decent as possible, holding the pistol tightly in his hand, and looking at the man who roared and ran on the smooth walls of the castle at a terrifying speed.

"Come on, all demons should die."

Slowly closing his eyes, Old Joe was not ready to resist. A human, even a Sigmar nobleman who has been blessed with the power of the Holy Grail, has the right to kill a demon. He gladly accepted such an ending, knowing that no one would kill a young, harmless-looking demon, so he did it himself, killing his own daughter with his own hands. From the small life that was as light as nothing fell from his hands, he felt that the whole world had nothing to do with him, and today there were two less demons in the world, which was gratifying. It's just that tears can't be hidden, and incomparably real tears are difficult to suppress by closing your eyes.

"I'm sorry.."

I don't know who it was said to, and it was scattered in the wind.

"This king, I will kill you!" Until a gust of wind brought a burst of impact, the demon king's iron fist like a hammer hit the face with his eyes closed.

With unimaginable impact, Mithril's breathing apparatus was shattered almost instantly, and the residual impact carried Old Joe's body on the velvet floor until it shattered an obsidian recliner.

"Ahem——! Coughing reluctantly, Old Joe felt that he still had to open his eyes and look at the person who was going to kill him.

With a punch, the Demon King's accumulated anger seemed to be slightly reduced to a threshold, although it still felt weird, but at least Liu Xinming could open his eyes and see what the culprit of all this had become.

The two men looked at each other like this for two seconds, and then—

"Demons?!"

"Demons?!"

The terrible truth made both of them scream in unison.

"Hah... Ha. God, you are cruel! With a miserable laugh, Old Joe slowly straightened up, a bone blade slowly piercing the skin and growing out of his right hand without a gun, as if he had changed his mind after seeing the comer.

"Either way, no matter what! Then I'll kill you all together, and I'll kill it myself! Stepping forward, he swung a giant blade that had grown nearly two meters from his hand

Parrying with both hands, Liu Xinming, who has almost complete control of the demon king's body, couldn't hide his anger: "I don't care if you are a demon or not, you killed my sister!" ”

On each joint, huge bone spurs grew, and the muscles swelled like blows, almost bursting through the skin and filling the entire body.

Resisting a blow, the demon king took advantage of the situation and swung out a punch, and the gang wind directly destroyed the priceless wine cabinet on the side, full of spikes like a heavy punch wearing a terrifying fist, and smashed on Lao Qiao's body, but this time, Lao Qiao's feet were like arthropods with a lot of hideous exoskeletons pierced into the ground, and in the face of the impact that even elephants would be knocked over, he didn't move. Regardless of the tragic appearance of being punched out of a big hole on his body, the blade that was erected slashed back at an angle that ordinary people could not understand.

The two demons duel to the death in a terrifying form that is almost completely humanoid.

The Demon King's body is more advanced and denser, and each blow, even though it is just a fist and kick, can open a large hole in Lao Qiao's body like a dynamite, and it will take several minutes to completely heal even in the recovery of the demon.

Old Joe is proficient in spear and swordsmanship, with a mutated bone blade in one hand and the most powerful pistol "Purge" that humans can make on the other. Every time he successfully blocked an attack with his blade, he would shoot at the fragile joints of the Demon King's body, and with the terrifying reload speed he had cultivated over the past seventy years, he even beat the Demon King even though he had higher hard power, but he didn't have much of the upper hand.