After the fireball, hordes of imps began to emerge from the portal. These monsters, which were only as tall as human children and covered in red and fire, were not an army at all, but they were overwhelming in terms of numbers alone, and Brando held Antitina and looked up to see a dense and terrifying sea of dark red, as if the red paint had not passed through the green color palette, but was just rolled upside down.

Countless little devils also fluttered behind a pair of fleshy wings and stumbled up dozens of meters high, and for a time the entire battlefield stood up from the ground, like a sudden tsunami, and for a while, only locust-like little devils were left in the ground and air.

The aristocratic daughter was so frightened that she almost stopped breathing, and her fingertips turned white and clutched Brando's shoulders. In the blink of an eye, the little devil in the sky swooped down like a huge wave, so frightened that she immediately closed her eyes and turned her head to Brando's chest.

"Prepare for battle!" Brando roared.

The knights raised their heads and prepared for the first wave. "Long live the kingdom!" "Long live Eruin!" I don't know who was the first to shout, and a few voices were slightly faint in the overwhelming screams.

But everyone's hearts were stirring.

This is a hero's dream that belongs to everyone's heart, and reality locks the pace of men and women, but until that moment really comes, everyone can laugh loudly, cry heartily, and cry heartily-

In a situation where life and death themselves have lost their color, any scruples are only vented into the most sincere feelings, and the knights are going to give their lives for their homeland, even if it is only for a second to shine, but it can become eternal.

Life and death have long been put aside, and then as long as the sword is used to divide a victory or defeat, there is only one thought left in everyone's minds. The huge wave fell head-on, and everyone subconsciously held their breath, but just as they were there, a thunderous roar suddenly exploded behind everyone:

"I, the law of power!"

The old wizard Garlock's beard was all open, and he took a step forward and opened his five fingers to push into the void. "Get out of the way!" He roared, and a transparent aura spread out in all directions centered around him, but when he looked closely, it was not a brilliance, but a splash of water that had been pushed away.

As soon as the splash was near, the little devil in mid-air was flapping its wings and leaping forward one moment, and the next moment it was slapped by an invisible giant hand, screaming and flying backwards backwards. Some even flew hundreds of meters into space and crashed headfirst into the metal platform of the portal. Brain bursts.

It was like a dragon's breath, and the whole sky was silent.

"Attack forward!" Brando swung his sword forward and charged with a roar. The sword he raised brought an arc of water light in the rain curtain, and with a sword press, the sword pressure alone discharged the rain to both sides, and the wind formed was pressed forward, sweeping into the dense formation of the little devil.

The first row of little devils who bore the brunt of the attack seemed to have been crushed by a hammer, and the momentum of the forward rush was stunned, and the head and chest cavity were suddenly deformed at a speed visible to the naked eye. Strangely squished and folded backwards, exploding backwards like a pink mist of minced flesh in a moment. There was a loud bang, and the first three rows of small demons in front of Brando's half-arc turned into a cloud of blood mist. And more of their kind were directly blown away by the sword pressure.

In the following moment, the sword pressure completely exploded, and countless invisible blades exploded in all directions like a storm, and for a while, countless limbs flew into the sky with a continuous scream.

The power of this sword actually made a perfect circle empty within a radius of thirty meters, and at least twenty little demons were turned into minced flesh under this sword, and countless people had their limbs cut off.

The knights didn't have time to cheer, and immediately rushed forward to occupy the open space, but at the same moment, the whole team was surrounded by little demons like a vast ocean.

Dozens of small demons swarmed up and completely surrounded one of the knights of Lantonilan. With their claws and teeth, they grabbed or even bit the knight's arm or shoulder armor, and the knight resisted, reflexively stabbing the throat of the little demon who tried to climb up from the horse behind him, but more of the little devils grabbed his arm at the same time, making his movements more and more difficult. Eventually, the knight had killed three or four imps, and finally one of them lifted his armor and scratched his face with one claw.

The knight let out a terrible scream and fell off his horse. In an instant, he was dragged down by countless hands, and after a scream, he was dismembered by the demons on the spot, and even the poor war horse was torn to pieces.

Brando saw the little demons clutching the knight's stump, their faces covered in blood and turning towards him. I couldn't help but feel sick in my heart. Although it is not uncommon to see such a scene in the game, it is after all the product of 'harmony', and it is not as bloody as it is now.

But after all, he had been in battle for a long time, and the anger in his heart was far more blazing than the feeling of being so disgusting that he wanted to vomit. He protected the pale Antitina with one hand, and with a wave of his right hand, the sword flashed, and the three little demons who rushed towards him were suddenly cut into seven or eight pieces of flesh.

The foul-smelling rain of blood melted into the rain curtain and poured on the two of them, and the blood beads and minced meat fell on the staff lady so disgusting that she almost vomited, but she hurriedly gagged her mouth with her hand.

"What's wrong? You okay? Brando hurriedly took the time to ask.

"No," Antitina shook her head weakly, "Your Lord, take care of your own safety. ”

"I know."

"Look over there!" Someone screamed.

Brando raised his head and saw several mountain-like beasts in a red sea 'breaking the waves', their tall bodies almost seemed to be made of muscular flesh mounds, and three huge heads rose and fell with the rush, each revealing a scarlet tongue - these monsters rushed down from the hills not far away, crashed headlong into the dense formation of small demons, and directly knocked those low-level demons into the flesh, and it seemed that they didn't need to think about slowing down at all.

Three-headed dog of hell.

Behind them there are more hellhounds, almost like schools of sharks that merge into the crimson ocean, and the towering backs that emerge from the monsters are their fins that separate the waves.

Brando's heart tightened, and the demon reacted a little faster than he expected. He suddenly realized that he had underestimated these monsters, and he had estimated the combat power of these demons at the level of his own time, but he soon found that these demons seemed to be more powerful than in the game.

"Stay tight, watch out for them to breathe!" Brando had to shout, "Charles! ”

"I understand, my lord!"

The young wizard, under the protection of several knights, held the staff in his left hand and pointed his right hand into the distance - the magic triangle forward, "Dragon Strike!" With a loud bang, the web of light swelled in front of Charles, and a beam of blue light shot out from the blazing center over the rain curtain, leading a straight line with a slight arc along the horizon.

The beam of light hit the head of a three-headed hellhound, and pierced there, piercing into the cerebellum from the diagonal back, completely vaporizing the spine and part of the brain, and the other end of the light spear stabbed straight out, and the huge force lifted the hillock-like demon backwards, and the corpse fell far away into a small demon, instantly crushing countless people.

Then the two low-level hellhounds couldn't dodge and were also burned to ashes.

The cyan beam of light moved forward, unstoppable.

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On Brando's retina, dark green numbers danced. It was a bit more than he expected, but it wasn't a good thing, as it meant that the Three-Headed Hellhound was a little higher than he had imagined. To be honest, it was already a very late thing for the player to encounter a demon in the game, and at that time, things like the three-headed dog of hell were just cannon fodder, and he really didn't think about what kind of power the other party hadù hadù.

But now it seems that at least it is the strength of the upper middle of gold.

It is worthy of being a sixth-order class of troops in this era.

Charles turned around and cast another dragon strike. This time, the demon learned his lesson and had little effect, killing only one Helldog. It only took two spells to cast the spell, and those huge demon hounds were already approaching everyone.

The first to bear the brunt was Brando, who rushed to the front. A three-headed dog of hell slammed into the little demon and pounced on him like crazy, and three bloody maws bit down on his shoulder and head at the same time, and if Brando slowed down for a moment, it would be the end of his body in a different place.

But unfortunately, before they could open their mouths, Brando was keenly prostrate, as if Helldog had dodged before he could attack, but at that moment, the monster had already pounced before he could react.

As soon as it bit into the air, Brando had already burrowed under its head, and his left hand let go of Antitina's elbow and struck upward, striking the three-headed Hellhound in the neck with a click.

Unlike the Hellhounds, the Hellhounds themselves have taken a longer time to become the leader of the Hellhounds, and after countless battles, they are far more experienced than their low-level counterparts. As soon as Brando got under its belly, it reacted immediately, lowered its head and opened its mouth to spit.

If it's an ordinary warrior, this time it's going to be spit up. Unfortunately, it was facing Brando, and the young lord was even more familiar with it than the monster himself, and he struck an elbow upward, instantly knocking the three-headed hellhound's spout back to its original form

It whimpered, and almost didn't spit back into its stomach. The severe pain made the three-headed dog of hell unable to fight back at all, and then Brando took the opportunity to stand up and directly jack the huge thing high up, and at the same time, the sword of the earth in his right hand slashed, directly cutting it off. (To be continued)