The moment he saw that bone blade, the adventurer knew the identity of the attacker, and this time it was no longer a magical beast, but a real demon! The vanguard of the demon army, the scout, and the natural slasher and assassin - the sword demon.

The size of the sword demons is not too big, basically similar to normal humans, and they belong to a small race of demons, except that sharp bone blades will grow on the outside of their wrists, about two feet long. It is usually tucked on the outside of the arm, and when fighting, it can be controlled by special muscles to slash forward, just like a warrior holding a double knife.

The Sword Demon is extremely agile, even a few points faster than the previous Phantom Leopard, and their attack power is also extremely terrifying, which is a kind of demon that is quite difficult to deal with.

And the one who suddenly appeared in the camp was even more troublesome, he was the centurion of the Sword Demon!

It's not a centurion-level monster, it's a real "centurion"! In the Demon Realm, this is a very important class, and from this level onwards is the real high-ranking demon race, the so-called "nobles".

Figuratively speaking, every centurion must have the strength to fight against a hundred, not a hundred ordinary people, but a well-trained and fully armed hundred-man team.

"Absolutely, absolutely can't beat him!" The adventurer screams in his heart.

Although his arm was cut off, the talisman was still activated, but he didn't know if he could save his life.

Brush! In the shadows, the sword demon's eyes were indifferent, and the bone blades of his hands bounced open like ordinary spring-cut knives, slashing forward. The shield did block the slash, but the shield was centered on the amulet, which was held in the severed right hand. Two slashes fell, and the furious force actually pushed the shield backwards - wrapped in a severed arm and a talisman, leaving the adventurer in place.

The defensive shield was one-way, and he was sifted out by the shield, and became a lamb to the slaughter.

The sword demon's expression was still indifferent, his eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest, and the blade folded, drawing a clean arc towards the target's neck.

The adventurer's brain is blank and he is unable to make any effective movements. Under normal circumstances, even the Centurion Demon thinks he can fight for a few rounds. But being attacked by the Sword Demon Centurion at close range means death for the vast majority of adventurers and witchers!

In the desperate gaze, a figure suddenly appeared, but it was the young man of the recruit, who had discovered the traces of the ghost leopard and raised the alarm. Will he be able to save me this time?

Ling Key burst out with a speed not inferior to that of the Sword Demon and rushed up, flying up and kicking the adventurer away.

The adventurer felt like his ribs were about to break, but he didn't hold any resentment against Ling Key—at least he survived! The blade of the sword demon fell down against his chest, and he was almost disemboweled!

The sword demon reacted quickly, and without looking back, he bent his left elbow and pushed it back, and the bone blade retracted and stabbed backwards.

Rumble!

The short-barreled shotgun in Ling Key's hand let out a loud roar again.

The projectile that flew out at great speed collided with the bone blade with precision, and both bounced off with a bang.

Ling Key dodged the bullets that flew back backwards slightly, and the muzzle of the gun was aimed at the intruder again.

The figure of the sword demon blurred in an instant, and ordinary black lightning neatly drew several zigzag trajectories to pull away the distance.

The roar of gunfire once again awakened the camp - which is why Ling Key is so keen on firearms, the attack and alarm are done at the same time, simple and efficient.

For the first time, the Sword Demon's eyes showed an annoyed look, and he stretched out his blade, and his entire body turned into pitch-black arrows that shot out towards Ling Key with a momentum that broke through the air.

Ling Jian also hurriedly retreated, but this time his speed was much more normal - that is, much slower than the Sword Demon.

Flicking the shotgun to reload, Ling Key unhurriedly raised his left hand and blocked the handbag in front of him.

Ding~ The sword roared, and the bone blade was blocked by a long sword.

This shiny blonde hair seems to shine even in the dark, this guy is a natural target. At the critical moment, Ling Jian still had the leisure to think so.

Aioros pulled out the ornate sword at his waist and accurately held the blade of the sword demon's bones. This hand alone is enough to prove that he is not a simple playboy.

"Little brother, your perception is too good to be normal." The handsome blonde guy is also at ease, and he is in the mood to turn back and chat while swinging his sword and fighting.

"Your sword...... It won't break, will it? Ling Jian couldn't help but worry. Aiolos' sword looked more like an ornament, the scabbard was covered with gold and diamonds, and even the blade was inlaid with diamonds, and it sparkled as if it were going to blind the eyes of its opponents.

"Don't worry, this is a sword!" Aiolos laughed, "And you're not qualified to talk about me!" ”

Ling Jian pursed his lips and looked at the short-barreled shotgun in his hand. Indeed, his own gun is also the kind of collectible-level luxury style, generally speaking, it is usually stored in a box, taken out from time to time to wipe and play, and may not fire a bullet in his life.

Aiolos laughed cynically, but his men were meticulous in their movements, and they suppressed the natural swordsman on the opposite side with great weight.

Airplanes...... The sword demon's twin blades collided with each other, violently vibrating, and a dark red ominous aura appeared on the blade. Then the two knives are staggered and slashed forward.

It was as if the bone blade suddenly stretched out, and two dark red blades flew out crossed, the earth was severed, and the air let out a terrible hiss. Everywhere they passed, the tents and stones were cut to pieces.

The crowd who came next to him retreated to avoid its edge. Aiolos didn't dodge, and the sword in his hand was also filled with golden brilliance, and the same sword light slashed out, smashing the sword from the sword demon in one fell swoop!

Seeing this, the sword demon muttered a few times in his mouth, no longer pestering, and his figure was about to retreat and escape from the camp in a flash.

"Don't let him run!"

"Don't worry, you can't escape." Uncle Fan Li was already waiting there for some time, his dagger spinning lightly between his fingers.

Seeing the sword demon rushing towards him, the uncle met him fearlessly with a cigarette in his mouth.

A series of dense sounds like rain falling on the ground erupted between the two. The sword demon danced with two blades, and the two arms turned into a mass of afterimages, making it impossible to see clearly. And Fan Li's performance was even more amazing, this uncle squinted his eyes slightly, but he easily took all the slashes of the sword demon with a sword in one hand, and even nailed it to the spot and couldn't escape!

The sword demon roared angrily, and dark red streamers appeared in his arms again, converging towards the bone blade. Fan Li raised his eyebrows, exhaled a puff of smoke, and his sword-wielding right hand suddenly disappeared.

In an instant, dingdingding! The five consecutive stabs were so fast that they were like a single blow, pinpointing at the same position of the bone blade of the sword demon's right hand, and the bone blade snapped in response.

"Shh......h

However, the bone blade of his left hand was not affected in the slightest, but slashed down more sharply.

Boom! The sword still didn't fall, and Aiolos' ornate sword shone with a dazzling light to parry his bone blade.

"Tut-tut." Fan Li shook his head and sighed, "You are a little knife demon, you can let me and the Son of the Wind fight together, you should be content." ”

The sword demon raised his eyes, and his slender pupils stared at Fan Li deadly, as if there was a flash of sword light: "Arrogant human!" ”

"It's up to you to be arrogant or not." Fan Li smiled, and the short sword in his hand whistled and swung towards the sword demon.

At this moment, his knife suddenly paused, and the sword demon seized this opportunity, which was not a chance, and fought for another knife, barely escaping from Fan Li's sword.

Ling Key's shotgun roared loudly again, and the fleeing Sword Demon failed to dodge this time, but it only stumbled, and instead fled into the darkness at a faster speed.

In the night, at some point, a thick fog shrouded around the camp, and the sword demon completely disappeared when he was a little farther away, and could no longer be perceived.

The searchlights on the machine-gun turrets chased into the depths of the night, but the fog was so tough that the light could not penetrate.

Fan Li walked to the edge of the camp and looked out with a solemn expression.

"Do you want to pursue?" The strange brother ran over and asked hesitantly.

Old Decker's face was gloomy, and he was just about to send someone out to chase after him, when he heard more strange noises in the darkness.

Demonic beasts, all kinds of demonic beasts slowly walked out of the dense fog, fangs and claws, lowered their bodies and surrounded the camp with great oppression. I thought that the nearby demonic beasts had been cleared, but I didn't expect there to be so many ......

"They all look like high-end varieties that are hidden during the day!" Fan Li glanced at it and said in surprise. The demonic beasts that appeared during the day were all ordinary people, and the leaders of various populations, as well as those powerful guys, seemed to be concentrated here.

As far as the eye can see, there are no less than twenty demonic beasts that have reached the strength of the centurion level! Even if none of them can reach the level of elite demonic beasts like the Phantom Leopard, they are by no means a level that ordinary people can deal with.

"All ready to fight!" Old Dekker shouted, "Take the camp as the center, drop the torch, and steadily advance outward!" ”

Fortunately, because of the previous two alarms, everyone was still awake, so they immediately went into the fighting state. Fifteen heavy machine guns roared again.

For the rest of the night, the caravan was steadily swept around the camp, sweeping away the demonic beasts in all directions around the camp, and steadily advancing outward; And constantly nail the "torch" to dispel the night, and expand the realm that belongs to human beings.

It wasn't until dawn that the seemingly endless hordes of demonic beasts finally subsided, as if they were afraid of the dawn of dawn, and people only saw the last few demonic beasts fleeing into the distance.

The night of fierce fighting finally came to an end. Even in the Traveler caravan, with the powerful fire support of fifteen heavy machine guns, ten people were wounded, and five of them were severely disabled at the level of missing arms and legs.

There is only this "caravan", and if it is any other caravan, even the patrols of those post stations, encounter this situation, the only outcome is absolutely annihilation!

And the cause of all this is nothing more than a group of demonic beasts that can be seen everywhere in the wilderness.

On the second day of the caravan's departure, the adventurers finally felt the "normal" atmosphere of the past. There's fighting, there's casualties, there's blood—that's the real wilderness! This world full of malice towards humanity!