Valimassus saw only one light, as dazzling as the scorching sun. Oriental Reading Network

The light, with its unparalleled power, roared, and instantly crashed into his chest,

With a loud "bang" sound, with terrifying inertia, the tumbling warhead tore a terrifying huge wound from the back of the Dreadlord Demon King, wrapped in minced flesh and blood mist, pouring out, spraying the undead apothecary beside him all over his face.

"Ah——!h The apothecary screamed like a woman, and for a moment he thought his new master was dead.

Varimatas looked down in amazement, looking at the wound on his chest. In the huge hole that penetrated his body, his remaining organs were still wriggling, and new flesh sprouts were constantly growing around the wound at a speed visible to the naked eye, trying to heal the flesh and regenerate internal organs, but the remaining holy light energy violently corroded the demon's flesh and blood like sulfuric acid, consuming the regenerative power in his body.

Endless pain instantly swept through all the nerves of the Dreadlord Demon King, and the power of the Holy Light was as terrifying as venom to the demon full of evil energy in its body, it could erod, dissolve, and even disintegrate the power of evil energy and the flesh on which it depended. body, the damage caused by the bullet itself was more painful to him, and more difficult to remove.

Varimathas instinctively felt the fear that he had usually inflicted on mortals, but now it made him cold in his consciousness.

"Horse run!" This thought immediately crossed his mind, and he subconsciously began to recite the portal's incantation.

Enduring the pain of the wound, the filthy and chaotic but powerful Nasrezm language continued to spit out from the mouth of Valimas, shaking the separation between space and dimension, and a dark green vortex of evil energy emerged from the void, and began to gradually build the prototype of a portal.

I don't know if it's too impatient, but Varimasas feels that this spell is much more difficult to cast than before, and the speed at which the portal stabilizes is much slower. He had to devote more of his strength to this spell to speed up the construction of the spatial passage.

A few seconds later, with the sound of a rapid spell, the spell came to an end, and the portal shook like a ripple before finally stabilizing. Varimathas turned his head and glanced at the chaotic battlefield.

"When I come back again, Sylvanas, you will pay a terrible price for it!" The Dreadlord cursed viciously, and he stepped forward to step through the portal.

However, at this moment, in the other-dimensional space, which had already been turned upside down like a sea of chaos, a spatial storm swept over like an angry tide, like waves rushing through a sandcastle, easily destroying the spatial passage he had worked so hard to build. Like a burst soap bubble, the portal whose spell structure had been completely destroyed made a soft "pop", and the whole thing shattered, and then scattered into tiny dust foam, completely disappearing into the air without a trace.

"Oh, no—" Varimatas roared bitterly. Historically, when the villains' plot was revealed, the masterful teleportation spell had been the Nazrezm demon's hole card for fanning the flames and setting off a rebellion with impunity, but this time, when the Dreadlord lifted the hole card, the usual invincible trick failed. Now, he has nowhere to run.

"Bang!"

The demon's roar stopped abruptly, and then he shook violently.

It was a sudden shot, and it wasn't more than ten seconds away. If it weren't for the need to fill the musket with enough Holy Light energy, the bullet would have come much sooner.

It was like a spear poking head-on, and with a sharp cracking sound, the bullet slammed into his face, instantly shattering his terrified expression and hideous cheekbones, breaking the bridge of his nose and smashing into his skull.

The crisp sound of bones shattering and roaring mingled, and the shattered rotten face jerked back, and the back of the head that had been blasted into an empty shell almost hit the back, but the horror was that the neck bone of the Dreadlord was not broken because of this, but slowly twisted back. He spread his arms, staggering to keep his balance, but seconds later, a loud roar resounded across the battlefield.

Valimas's good fortune was finally completely exhausted, and this time he was shot in the abdomen, the softest part of his body. The armor forged by Saron's evil iron was completely unable to resist the onslaught of the light, and shattered along with the flesh and blood behind it. As if he had been bitten by an invisible mouth, the entire left abdomen of the Dreaded Demon King, even the internal organs, flesh, and bones, all disappeared.

The demon, who had lost a lumbar vertebrae, could no longer support his massive body, and he staggered to the ground, smashing up the dust.

"I really shouldn't have consumed the demon guards in some goddamn mountain pass." Dying, the Fear Demon King thought regretfully.

The entire battlefield fell silent suddenly, and no one knew what was happening. Because all this happened so quickly, the whole process from the first shot to the fall of the Dreadlord did not even take more than a minute.

Everyone stopped moving. The rebel soldiers turned their heads and looked behind the array, and to their coldness, the familiar large figure was gone. Their demon master has fled! The soldiers were convinced of this, because according to the usual style of the Nasrezm demons, it was normal for them to slip away as soon as something was wrong.

And the soldiers of the New Legion are also turning their heads to look at their queen, their master. They were proud to see that their queen was smiling and standing where they had attacked, bowing her head to her warriors in the graceful posture characteristic of elves.

That's an appreciation for the warriors, that's a declaration of victory! The whole new legion was boiling. Without any orders, the Forsaken all rushed forward, the first attacks even more ferocious, wave after wave of attacks like a flood bursting the levees, surging towards the lost and stunned rebels.

They were the adventurers earlier, and in fact, at the first shot, a huge Kodomon and a wolf had already roared out of the edge of the woodland and galloped in the direction of Varymasas. Behind them was a mad bear. They were behind the decapitation plan, because even Diego himself could not guarantee that he would be able to take out the Dreadlord once and for all.

The pharmacist, who finally came to his senses, commanded the rebel soldiers around him in a panic, but even he didn't know what he was talking about, and the soldiers were even more at a loss, not knowing what to do.

In this chaos, the Minotaur shaman crushed into the battlefield like a tank. He didn't even bother to swing his hammer, his Kodomon mount solved all the problems, and under the huge hooves, the rebel soldiers were either knocked off or trampled into the dirt, and the creepy bones were broken and the "pop" sound of flesh being stepped on sounded one after another, like a long sound.

Like a wheat field, where the Kodo beasts passed, the rebel array seemed to be plowed out of a ditch, filled with broken white bones and broken limbs, and black-brown dirty blood flowed slowly in the trench, gathering into a shallow pool of blood.

The battle record of the orc blood spear that followed him was much inferior, no matter how fast his spear was swung and how ferocious the wolf bites, he was just one person, and he didn't kill more than two dozen rebel soldiers along the way.

As for the whirring and panting bear, by the time he reached the finish line, the minotaurs and orcs had almost finished their work. All he saw was the tattered body of the Dreadlord, and although it was not yet dead, a discerning person could tell at a glance that the demon was just dying.

"Damn it!" His disheartened paw slammed to the ground, and the dust flew up, and a large paw print appeared in front of people's eyes.

He breathed a lot of air in his nostrils as he circled around the shivering rebel soldiers, his eyes glinting with an unkind look.

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