There was no longer time to argue, and in the end, the two groups of candidates were quickly decided. Knowing that he would not be able to convince Her Highness, Brando threw one last glimpse into the rain and put on his cloak.

The princess took the spear from the knight beside her, cut a piece of her cloak with her backhand, and tied it to the tip of the spear, and the crescent moon and lilies fluttered high in the wind and rain.

The knights looked at the banner that represented Eruin, which was already drenched in rain.

The thin line began to move forward.

Sure enough, they attracted an army of demons. The Cerberus galloping forward in a line was like a rolling red wave, facing the team of less than thirty people in the center of the battlefield and swallowing every qiē along the way.

This gave Brando a precious respite. The group wiping the Punic Cloak of the King of Giants brushed the edge of the battlefield as they approached the last remaining flame gate.

But even this stretch of road is not unstable.

Although the hill-like hellhounds could not see them, they were sometimes unable to avoid it when they pounced from the front, and at this time, Brando could only lift his cloak and pierce the throats of these monsters with a sword from below, allowing the foul blood to spurt out, causing these huge demons to slam crookedly into and knock down several of their kind.

However, the fallen Cerberus did not attract much attention from its kind, the demons were already fond of fighting each other, and such a stampede during a group charge was so trivial that no one paid attention to the corner of the battlefield.

The demons gradually became denser, and everyone felt the ground churning beneath their feet.

The barbarians in the sky were the first to approach the humans in the center of the battlefield. Reald looked up, his gray eyes reflecting those hideous and terrifying faces. The monsters in the sky screamed and spread their wings like sharp arrows at them.

Several brute demons crashed into the knights' formation, knocking several knights into the air. They were far more powerful than the Hellhounds, and Reald saw the knights shattered to pieces, their armor shattering like glass. The flesh below exploded from the tremendous pressure. The blood vessels burst open and turned into a cloud of scattered plasma.

A few bits of blood even sprinkled on the snow-white face of Her Royal Highness the princess behind. Griffiin remained motionless, her hands gripping the spear, her knuckles white from lack of blood, but the spear stood.

The brute swept by. The same kind of people in the back swooped down again, and a brute slammed into the princess in the crowd. When the two or three remaining knights reacted, the barbarian's sharp claws almost reached the half-elf girl's chest.

"Be careful!"

A silver light pierced through the rain curtain and nailed to the brute's head. Make it crash to the ground. The old knight was already standing in front of Her Royal Highness the Princess, armed with a sword. Griffiin looked at the lion of the kingdom in front of her, who had betrayed the royal family of Corcova, but she knew that the old man had never betrayed Eruin for a moment.

"Thank you, Realdeqing."

"As long as the princess doesn't blame me for this rebellion, it's my responsibility. The old minister originally owed the first king a life. It's no longer a loss to pay it off with this old bone. Reald sighed, "It's just that my old life may not be forgiving." ”

"It's not your fault," a cold light shot into the eyes of Her Royal Highness the Princess: "Someone will pay for this, and Brando won't let them go." ”

Reald knew that Her Highness was talking about her powerful uncle. He couldn't help but sigh again, he didn't expect that the Grand Guild of West Fah would be so mad that it would introduce demons into this world. No wonder Nicholas, Gallock, will also mercilessly switch to the princess's side immediately.

He only regretted it in his heart, knowing that he would never still be an accomplice of the White Lion Legion. But it's too late to say this, not to mention the young man, even the Temple will never let Archduke Siphah go.

And the White Lions are doomed to lose their past honor.

Actually, none of this matters anymore. The important thing is whether Eruin can survive from now on, and whether they can succeed in the fight that they have gambled on their lives today.

A Yinhua flew out of the old man's sword, and Yinhua was shaped like a crescent moon, and the moon wheel moved forward, sweeping through the formation of the barbarian demon. The flying demon in the sky still maintained its forward momentum, but its body was already torn apart, and a piece of corpse slammed into the ground, bringing a bloody rain.

What a beautiful crow swordsmanship, representing the most glorious past of Eruin. Princess Griffiin watched in amazement as the dazzling light vanished into the rain, only to be swallowed up by the surging demon army.

The barbarians have once again risen to the top. However, with the tall Hellhound already on the ground, the knights of Lantonilan almost all wiped out, and the remaining witches unable to protect themselves, Reald and the Cruz Templars stood closer, ready to protect the last banner on the battlefield.

When Brando turned around, he saw that the flag was still standing far away in the rain. A blue and white battle flag is like the only symbol on this battlefield.

Lightning pierced the pitch-black sky of Ampesel Bay, turning a snow-white color.

Brando looked back heavily, knowing that all his hopes were now on him—if he could tear down the portal sooner—that there might be a chance to redeem it.

Brando gritted his teeth. They had already rushed through the first wave of demons' arrows, and there was less than a half of the distance left, and the demons on the battlefield were much more sparse, intermittently using the cloak of the King of Giants, the Punic, for less than a third of the duration until now.

It looks like victory is at hand.

Everyone couldn't help but subconsciously quicken the pace.

The remaining third of the way was crossed. After passing through the second arrow, the defense line formed by the long-horned demon behind it was already clearly visible.

Nicholas drew his sword. Without waiting for Brando's order, he rushed towards those high-ranking demons like a golden-red line, and the twelve long-horned demons were obviously stunned by the powerful enemy that suddenly appeared in front of them, and before they could react, the two heads closest to Brando's group were already swept into a sea of fire by Nicholas before they could let out a scream.

There is naturally only one fate waiting for them.

Brando propped up the King of Giants' cloak and continued to move on, with nine seconds left. By this time, he didn't have to save anymore. Because there's still one last stretch of the road left in front of us.

Antitina followed him, Charles holding the unconscious sugar jar and Dilferry behind. The four of them had never felt so nervous as they were at this moment. Even Brando's experience during the Wolf Tide was far less than it is now, because at that time he could at least see through history, but the present future is hidden in a fog.

He must break through the fog with his own hands. But it is not certain what the judgment behind the fog represents.

Thirty meters.

The King of Giants' cloak has finally failed. But there were only two or three kittens at the side of the portal. They were all demonic sorcerers, and Charles and Brandopus took them all out as soon as they appeared.

Antitina tossed the Cloak of the King of Giants as fast as she could, as if it were not a legendary item, but a piece of trash. Then she rushed madly towards the last flame gate on the battlefield.

Charles, Brando, Dilferry, Nicholas, and Gallock, Reald, and Her Royal Highness, who were in siege in the middle of the battlefield, saw this scene at the same time......

It would be nice to have a little more effort! Almost everyone probably has this in mind.

But it's a pity that the heavens don't fulfill people's wishes, and just as Yiqiē seemed to be walking towards the best ending step by step, suddenly a terrifying aura suddenly descended out of thin air and was added to everyone on the battlefield.

The coercion of the demon lord!

Brando's hair immediately stood on end. The oppression he felt felt was as if a god had suddenly descended into this realm, but it was impossible. Not to mention that Vajnd does not have any physical gods at all, and even a god would never have exuded such a cruel and tyrannical aura.

That kind of aura can only exist in the whole of Vajnd, and only one kind of creature can have it.

Demon.

He looked up and watched as the space next to the portal vibrate. Then, a huge golden-red door of light suddenly opened beside Antitina without warning, and before everyone could react, a huge three-headed monster that seemed to be made of crimson fat was squeezed out of the door.

The unique shape can only make Brando think of one name - Messica, the King of Chaos.

Brando's heart tightened in that moment.

"Be careful! Antitina! He shouted with all his strength.

But late. Miss Staff didn't even realize that disaster was coming, and she even turned her head in surprise when she heard Brando call her, but the next moment, the Demon King's claws had already passed through her body.

With a sharp thud, blood-red claws pierced Antitina like three sharp swords. Her whole body arched from the pain.

Antitina's mouth opened wide. It seems that there is a look of surprise at the last moment. But blood immediately poured out of her mouth and nose, but the noblewoman's daughter finally reached out to Brando.

"Brando...... Cloth...... Lando......"

Her mouth closed one by one, but finally hung her head weakly.

"No—" Brando's eyes cracked, he could barely believe what he was seeing. Although he still had a trace of delusion in his heart, hoping that this qiē was just an illusion, the delusion was just a delusion after all.

The heart sank incessantly.

As an ordinary person, is it possible for Antitina to survive the blow of the demon king Messika of the Extreme Realm? Anyone in their right sanity will give a rightful answer.

But this answer was unacceptable to Brando.

Antitina is dead?

Brando saw the Lord of Chaos flick his paw and throw Antitina away, and Miss Staff's limp body slammed headlong into the grass, looking lifeless; At that moment, his mind was only blank, and he stood in the pouring rain with the sword of the earth in his hand, and for a moment it felt like the whole world was dark.

The noble lady who had been silently by his side all along, willing to stand with him on the opposite side of the entire kingdom, died?

Brando's mind didn't know what kind of thoughts were flowing through it for a moment.

And Messica, the king of chaos, finally noticed the young man at his feet at this time. Its three huge heads looked back at the portal, and then at Brando, and it guessed the intentions of these humans in an instant, and it couldn't help but show a trace of hideous anger on its face.

"Worm, you've done a good job." Messica's voice seemed to come from the abyss, and it raised its claws and immediately swung them at Brando.

"Brando, you bastard, wake me up! Do you want to die here! You've got Destiny Cards! Miss Antitina, she's not dead yet! "Saint-Osore is going crazy after the wind.

But only one last sentence sent a flash of lightning through the darkness in Brando's mind. He reacted with a spirit, yes, he still has cards, as long as there are fate cards, there is at least a glimmer of hope to save Miss Staff.

Although it is only a glimmer of opportunity in a desperate situation.

But as long as he has the opportunity, he will never give up.

Brando came to his senses, but he looked up, and a shadow had completely enveloped him.