The claws, which were nearly three meters long, were each made of gray cuticles, and the hive-like holes on them were clearly visible, and Brando knew that those fine holes were full of demonic worms, which would take advantage of the opportunity to parasitize the wounds whenever Messica, the Lord of Chaos attacked.

He remembered that when the TRS Guild killed this Hell Demon King, it specially configured heretic inquisitors and witch doctors to purify the parasite, but he didn't have such superior conditions now, the demon lord's sword-like claws swung down at him, Brando reacted and hurriedly jumped back, and the three sharp blades brushed him like a plow.

The turf peel bloomed, leaving three deep claw marks. The forces of chaos swept right behind, a misty gray flame burning from the claw marks.

Brando only landed on a backflip at this point. The blood flowed faster in the veins, and he had completely come to his senses, and the frightening avoidance of that claw made a thin layer of cold sweat on his forehead.

Fortunately, I was reminded by the elf sister at the last moment, otherwise the consequences would be really unimaginable. Unlike the general high-ranking demons, who also have the power of the law that holds the element of fire, the demons of the true lord rank and above are not actually recognized by the power of the law, instead, they use the power of chaos and the raging dark magic of the sea of magic.

These two forces lack the power to create sex in the hands of demons, but they are more than enough to destroy. Even more than most elements of the same level, the power of chaos can be assimilated by a qiē, and the burning flame is proof of this.

The gray flame actually had nothing to do with the fire element of the Vaynd world, but was called the existence of embers, and every product burned by it was returned to chaos, and it is said that when the land of order was transformed into a wilderness, the heavens and the earth would be filled with such flames.

As soon as Brando stood firm, a voice came from behind the wind: "Brando, when this demon attacked, the right hind foot was slightly slower than the other three feet, and it looks like there is some hidden disease." Can you seize this opportunity? ”

Brando nodded, and Messica, the Lord of Chaos, is often portrayed in folk tales as a three-winged, fat giant with a greasy belly cascading down to the ground. Although it looks very weird, it is basically a humanoid image with two feet and two claws. And the place pointed out by the wind queen is actually on Messica's right ankle.

It was the dark disease that Messika had been bitten by the Demon Serpent of the Pain Lord during her expedition to torture purgatory. At that time, the TRS Guild was very prepared to win this FirstDown, so naturally it would not let go of this obvious weakness.

Messica does have a zài blind spot when turning to the right.

It's a pity that this information doesn't mean much to him, and the strength that is almost equivalent to the peak of the Extreme Realm can't be compensated for by such a small weakness. It's just that in pursuit of peace of mind, Brando still subconsciously leaned a little to the right.

Messika grabbed the air with one claw and immediately went berserk. It's just the scum of an element manifestation, and it doesn't even kill with one hit. It let out a roar of rage, and another sweep of its left paw slashed at Brando.

There was an explosive scream in the air.

But at this time, Charles's spell finally arrived: "I make it impossible for each other to communicate with each other, the law of the wall!" After chanting the incantation, the young wizard pointed forward with his staff, and a wall of large and small transparent force field blocks appeared between Brando and Messica, and instantly appeared between Brando and Messica.

With a click, Messica's claws swept against the wall, and cracks like spider webs immediately appeared on the transparent wall, and in an instant, they collapsed, and the force field blocks shattered like glass.

If Brando is really a player living in the era of the first act of the game. I guess I'm going to be scared to death. The Law Wizard's Stance Wall was known as an invincible spell at the time, but the only drawback was that the two sides were not interoperable, so it was only a purely protective spell.

But the force field wall was shattered by brute force - that sounds like several versions later.

This was only 376 years. Brando only felt a tingling in his scalp. However, Charles' spells eventually bought him a little time; He hurriedly put aside a distracting thought, seized the opportunity of this line, and rolled to the side desperately, only to avoid the perverted blow of the King of Chaos.

"Damn bugs!"

Messika let out a roar. It suddenly felt that it had been fooled, and a mouse escaped from it again and again. It felt that if it couldn't handle this little thing on its own, it was afraid that if it went back, it would become the laughing stock of other demon kings. It lost all patience, and its claws moved forward—no spells, no spell-casting rituals—and dark magic surged out of its body.

Brando and Charles immediately felt their bodies unable to move.

Demonic Spell: Bondage!

This spell can still imprison the ability to act for a second against opponents of the same level, let alone use Messika against the two rookies. If it wanted to, it was estimated that Brando and Charles would not even think to move their little fingers for half an hour.

Apparently the Lord of Chaos thinks so too-

It stretched out its hand, and a force seemed to emerge from the void that dragged Brando and Charles in front of him. Is Messica arrogant. As if trying to see the look of fear on Brando's face, "I can't help myself, and then I'll give you a good taste of life is worse than death, so that you stupid humans know what will happen if you fight me—"

Playing with people's hearts and spreading fear is the nature of demons and the source of their happiness. Messika could almost have seen the clawed guy shivering.

But it soon disappointed.

There was only anger in Brando's eyes. There was not a hint of fear. Antitina's death had brought him to the brink of rage, and he felt a dark force in his body kick.

The fire of frenzy burned his heart like a viper.

He stared coldly at the stupid Demon King, and replied in a cold tone, "It's you who is better off than dead, Messica." ”

By this time, Dilferi had gone around behind the Demon King.

In fact, Messika had noticed this little human girl for a long time, but it could completely feel that Dilferi had no strength at all. It's just an ordinary person, so he doesn't give a damn about it.

It didn't look back, but it still 'saw' the little girl nervously pulling out a demon armband. Messika couldn't help but be a little amused - this ridiculous bug was actually going to use this thing to restrain it? You must know that it is a real Hell Demon King, and instead of being bound by this low-level thing, it can in turn affect the owner of this thing.

Messika decided to stop what she was doing and wait for the little human girl to make such a low-level mistake. It's going to turn her into its slave and trophy, and the rats will be pretty in a minute.

Thinking of the cruelty, the terrifying demon lord couldn't help but laugh horribly.

It 'saw' Dilferi raise the demon armband. It was facing away from Miss Earl though. But there was still a sly smile on his face.

But it couldn't laugh right away.

Brando looked at the idiot with a sneer, knowing exactly what the other party was planning. He had already figured it out. This is the evil nature of the demons, who derive pleasure from the misfortunes of mortals, and whose nature is easy to change, and they will never give up this depraved habit lightly.

What's more, it seems that there is really nothing to worry about for Messika at the moment.

As we all know, the River of Brimstone is divided into many different factions of high-ranking demons in addition to those inferior low-level demons. Further up are the Demon Lords, and then the Demon Kings of the various realms - Messika is one of them.

The relationship between the superior demon and the demon lord is somewhat similar to that of a knight to a lord, and the relationship between a demon lord and the demon lord of hell is the relationship between a lord and a king. Of course, demons don't have the same strict hierarchy as the human world, but it's not easy to become a demon king anyway.

Anyone who has become a demon king is the best who has come out of the sea of corpses and blood after tens of thousands of years of fighting, although the strength of the demon king is also uneven, but at least it has reached the extreme realm.

In front of a few insignificant human beings, such a power really can't think of anything to be afraid of.

It's like Messika definitely didn't expect Brando's next move - Brando didn't move, but the restrained state was not a silent state. At least he can talk, he can shout. At the same time as Dilferry raised the demon armband, Brando suddenly shouted, "Dilferry." Listen, this idiot's real name is 'Toiss#403157 and you can find its mark in Purgatory! Quick, spell it! ”

A sly smile froze on Messika's face. A secret known to warlocks who have studied working with demons is that every demon born beneath the abyss cannot be killed, and that they are another manifestation of chaos. Each time you kill them, you just temporarily return them to chaos, leaving a mark from which they will eventually be reborn.

And this mark is the demon's real name. It is also the source of their strength.

Each demon, whether inferior or powerful, has a name that is unique to them. This secret can only be known to itself, and is not told to anyone. However, there are still some demons in history who have lost their names for some reason, and these demons often end up in extreme misery and are enslaved forever.

The real name of the demon mastered. You can order them to do a qiē thing. The claims that have been circulated among this evil wizard are exaggerated, but they also represent a certain truth.

At least the shock in Messika's heart at this moment can definitely be described as turning the river upside down. The demon's true name is the most intimate secret that belongs to every demon, and it will never be secretly leaked even in the whispers of dreams, but here's the thing.

Brando is really talking about its real name.

How did he know?

If she could change her faith, Messika would want to go to Master Martha right away. Then at the feet of the mother of all things, crying bitterly, Chen Brando, is a hanging B. Let Master Martha delete this guy's number or something.

It's a pity that Messika's top bosses, Chaos and the Dragon of Dusk, are clearly not in charge of this.

The Lord of Chaos looked like he had woken up from a dream, and roared back to stop Deerferry. Unfortunately, it was a little late, or it blamed itself for being too confident before, it had only just turned around, and Dilferrey had already found the mark of Messica from the Boundless Purgatory through spells and the number of his real name.

Then she uttered the too-simple incantation: "Toiss#403157, permission taken back!" ”

The behemoth Hell Demon King and the delicate Countess snorted at the same time. Brando felt the spell restraints on his body loosen, and at the same time saw a trace of blood oozing from the corner of Dilferry's mouth.

Regurgitation.

He knew that Dilferi's strength was still too weak, and if he only relied on the demon armband, instead of being able to control Messica, he would be counter-controlled. But even with her real name, Messica's immense power is not something she can withstand alone.

Pity.

He didn't have time to find a gold-tier summoner who was good at psychic spells, and even the Countess herself was just a surprise.

Brando and Charles fell from the air to the ground. And at the same time. Dilferry's beautiful face, which was trying to control the Lord of Chaos, was almost completely distorted, and she realized why Brando had told her that it was a dangerous mission.

She couldn't suppress Messica's power.

Even with her real name and demon armband, the powerful Hell Demon King is not something that she can manipulate at will as an ordinary person. The surging power of hell invaded her body through the ring, quickly corroding her internal organs and blood vessels.

"Miss Count, you should know the consequences."

"I know."

Dilferrey looked up, and her features were bleeding, and it looked terrifying. But he still raised the demon armband and shouted, "I command you to cut off the magical connection with the lower world!" ”

"No!"

The Demon King of Hell screamed. It never dreamed that the little girl in front of it would be so cunning. Compared to her, it felt like a low-level demon. With its real name in his hands, Dilferi could command it to do something and it couldn't resist. In other words, she could command it to die, but the problem was that before that she would be completely torn apart by the forces of the backlash. But Messica never dreamed that Deerferi would choose such a simple order 'according to his ability'.

Cut off the magical connection with the lower worlds.

It was powerless to resist at all, and the dark magic that filled its body dissipated in an instant. In the eyes of others, Messika is 'emaciating' at a rate visible to the naked eye. In fact, the fat on its body shriveled down like a deflated ball, and soon turned into dry skin hanging on the bones, how terrifying it looked.

And Messika's power is also rapidly declining, almost in an instant, it has been reduced from the peak of the extreme realm to the midstream level of elemental civilization. Just a few seconds. has fallen more than two realms, which can be regarded as breaking the fastest dropping speed in "Amber Sword".

"Ahh Bastard, you can't do that! Messika was as ashamed as a little girl who had been forcibly stripped naked. It probably never dreamed that it would end up like this.

In fact, if Brando could just let this guy die, he would never have chosen such a troublesome way. The choice of such an order was actually the result of his careful consideration, because only in this way could the safety of Dilferry's life be guaranteed to the greatest extent.

Of course, the Countess may not be afraid of death herself. But the question is, if she dies, won't Messika be restored again?

So Brando chose this compromise from the start. Even a compromise would cause irreparable damage to Dilferry's body, but there was no way out.

The dark restraints on Brando and Charles dissipated in an instant. He immediately picked up the Sword of Earth from the ground. At the same time, Messika's magic dissipation effect has finally come to an end, in fact, such a power dissipation will theoretically continue until it completely becomes an ordinary person, but the withering of ** power is not an effect that can be achieved in a short time.

The Lord of Chaos - Messica, who is estimated to be at most a Lord of Chaos at this time, has completely lost confidence at this moment. It immediately took a horn from its waist—the horn trombone looked like it was made from the horns of the great demon—and blew the trombone deadly.

The long horn pierced the entire battlefield in an instant, and Brando knew it at a glance. This guy is calling for help. As soon as he turned around, he saw that the demon army in the center of the battlefield was slightly stunned, and suddenly began to turn backwards in confusion.

"Stop him!"

He immediately turned around and shouted.

Antitina's life and death are unknown now, and no one will be able to find the node of the portal, if the demon army arrives. All the qiē that I had done before was in vain.

Charles on the side also reacted immediately, and hurriedly grabbed the cane that had fallen to the ground before.

At the same moment, the princess and her entourage, who were surrounded in the middle of the battlefield, had completely opposite feelings. They had been under siege before, and on several occasions they had almost been wiped out. Reald and the knight of the Cruz were both wounded all over their bodies, and one of Gallock's arms was covered in blood and drooped weakly, and Her Royal Highness was clawed on the shoulder, staining half of her shirt red with blood. But just as everyone was fighting bloodily and preparing for righteousness, suddenly the demons around them retreated, and the pressure suddenly relaxed.

"What's going on?" Those who were lucky enough not to die couldn't help but be slightly stunned. The demons had already taken the upper hand, so how could they suddenly give them a chance to breathe?

They subconsciously looked up—but the portal was still there, wasn't it?