It was a humanoid demon with a twisted and crazy aura all over its body, it was wearing a red armor, but its chest and back were **, revealing the strong gray-black muscles inside, and it was carrying a huge double-edged battle axe, more than two meters long, and the blade looked bigger than a wheel. ∑ small, o

Diego recognized the demon species at a glance - the Demon Guardian, a subspecies of the Morgar Demon. The Morgar demon had large horns and spines on its back, and a small horn on its forehead. It looks hideous and brutal. As the backbone of the Burning Legion, the Demon Guardians have always been the craziest warriors. Warlocks are also happy to summon them, as this demon is not as cunning and cunning as other demon species, and is always waiting for an opportunity to turn against the summoner.

Unlike the most of the almost uncountable demon races that tend to use magic and intrigue to settle battles, the mad demon guards are completely different, these muscle-filled Morgar demons like to overwhelm their opponents with sheer strength, and an enraged demon protector is reckless and sometimes a little stupid, but no one dares to say that they are not enemies to be taken seriously.

Demon Guardians' strength is often proportional to their size, and the one in front of him is clearly the best of the Morg clan, as it is three meters tall and its head is almost next to the ceiling.

Diego raised his gun, intending to fire a shot, but just then, a large bear pounced excitedly beside him.

"Aha, this guy is mine!" The druid shouted happily, finally encountering an opponent who still had the weight of diǎn, and his claws were already unbearable. Behind him was a dwarf with a war hammer in his hand that was just as unbearable.

"You're killing yourself!" Seeing that someone dared to attack him. The enraged Demon Guardian roared loudly.

It rounded its axe and slashed at the bear, the two-meter-long giant axe as if it were nothing in its hands. The twisted pattern of the axe's face shone with a filthy gray-green light, longing to kill and destroy. But it had apparently forgotten that it was in a narrow space, and the axe it picked up bit into the ceiling with a loud "bang". Its prowess was on display, the axe face was cut in half, and then embedded in the thick oak deck.

The big bear was also taken aback by this wild attack, but he still keenly grasped this heaven-given opportunity and pounced fiercely. The demon reluctantly let go of the axe handle and crackled with the behemoth. Blom wielded the hammer. Beat the side drum vigorously on the side.

The gray haze finally lifted, and the necromancer was stunned as he watched the tumbling and tumbling scene in front of him, and it was about to collapse. He felt like he really wanted to curse - was this the tease I had summoned? He still didn't understand how he had made up his mind to summon such an idiot in the first place, and it looked like a joke.

"Die!" Across from him, Diego laughed and pulled the trigger hard. Now, there's no energy shield to protect the necromancer.

Bullets infused with holy light energy erupted and slammed into his body. The frost armor that had always been visible to him was in front of him, but in the face of the abundant light energy, they were completely inadequate. A hole the thickness of the mouth of the bowl appeared in the center of it. Looking through the hole, you can see the necromancer who has also been pierced through a large hole.

"I can't die, I won't die, and I still have a lot of spells to use. I'm a big man destined to wield power, how can I die in such a hellish place? Staven looked at the hole in his chest in horror and cried out miserably. But his voice faded into a mutter. I don't know if it's for others or for myself. He looked up at the last moment, blankly. Looking at Diego in despair, "Did you say?"

"That's what the villains say! They think they're the center of the world, but as it turns out, they're just fart, and they can't get anything left but a pop. Diego said mockingly, then pulled the trigger again.

The bullet hit the necromancer again, but not much blood came out of the shriveled body. He staggered back and slumped in his chair.

He just died, and he died very aggrieved.

His head hung limply behind the chair, probably pulled at the sinew, and his shriveled face twisted into an ugly smile.

I don't know why, looking at that weird smiling face, Diego always felt an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart. He took a few steps forward and came to the corpse.

At this time, Masrae and the dwarves had finally dealt with the demon and walked over.

"I hate to be like this all the time, I was going to be a pacifist! Because ever since I met Shadras, I've been reflecting on whether I used to be too rude. The bear gasped, as if to increase his persuasiveness, and he raised his paw and shook off the minced flesh that had stuck to it.

Diego couldn't help but roll his eyes, who was so elated just now?

"This guy made this qiē?" The dwarf looked at the shriveled corpse and said. He struck his head on the back of his chair with a hammer, making a few muffled noises that sounded like a coconut.

"That's how it should be." Diego replied, feeling as if he heard something ticking.

He stretched out his musket and used the bayonet on the front to pull away Staven's corpse, and then he saw the arcane device beneath the corpse, and in the center of the device, the energy lattice that should have been blue was flashing with a dangerous red light, and the red light was becoming more vivid.

"Shit! Get out of here! Diego turned and ran out of the hatch, and Masrae followed him without saying a word. Unlike engineering bombs, Diego knows nothing about this arcane device, and if he dismantles it, it can explode faster.

"What's that?" The dwarf shouted in horror as he ran, though he didn't know what he was afraid of.

"Big bomb!"

"How big?"

"Enough to blow the ship to smithereens with us!" Diego shouted as he ran wildly to the upper deck, and when he turned around and saw that the dwarf was still struggling to climb up like a potato, he reached down and pulled a hand, "Shut up, the saved diǎn strength will at least make you run faster." ”

"Shut me up, you might as well kill me." Blom gasped as he threw away his shield and climbed up with his hands and feet, "It's our right not to silence a dwarf, even in front of a dragon. ”

Diego felt like his brain was in the water to say this to a dwarf, and he turned around and crawled towards the deck of the dǐng layer.

He looked up and saw one of the dwarves left outside the cabin poking his head out of the hatch.

"What's going on?" Looking at the panicked group, he asked curiously.

"Run, get out of this boat! It's going to blow up down there. Masrae, who was running at the front, shouted, he had already turned into a cheetah form, and he was running extremely fast.

The deck was filled with the sound of dwarves' big feet stomping on the deck.

The Death Run began. (To be continued......)