Crackle

Green flames of evil energy danced in the hall paved with stones, and the once gorgeous red carpet turned into pieces of ash in the fire of evil energy.

In the hall, the two shadows kept staggering and separating, the crisp sound of the impact of gold and stone echoed in the hall, and the bright firelight flew in the moonlight like butterflies.

Locke stopped, stationed the Destroyer of Worlds, and stared at Garin, the Dreadlord not far away.

At this time, Locke was a little different from before, there was no strong emotion in his eyes, but a pair of pupils without emotion. The muscles on his body were neatly laid out, and they didn't seem to be knocked away because of the difference in strength as before.

There is no doubt that this is the demigod Shadra controlling Locke's body, as a god, his control of power is far greater than that of Locke, not to mention Garin's half-hanging.

The deity of the forest troll, which can perform divine descents in the form of divine possession. This is also the secret of the forest trolls.

"Damn, why are you all of a sudden, swordsmanship has become even stronger than mine." Garin covered his left arm with his right hand, and a large piece of flesh had fallen off his left arm.

Tick, tick.

The emerald green blood indicates that Garin is no longer a human.

"Uhh The Dreadlord Garin let out a cry of pain, but soon, new pieces of flesh grew at the site of his wound at a speed visible to the naked eye, and he raised the sword of Tolbairn in his hand.

Reflecting the moonlight yes, this sharp blade.

"It doesn't matter, my absolute strength is several times that of yours, and I will definitely win." Garin's hoarse voice grew quieter, as if his own faith had been shaken.

Locke snorted coldly and jumped backwards, widening the distance between him and Garin, under the control of the demigod Shadra, he was able to perfectly control every force in his body.

The frenzied wind mixed with the sharp edge of Tolbairn's sword pierced through Locke.

In the twisted air current, Locke could see Prince Garin's gradually distorted face, a face full of hatred, scarlet eyes revealing a hint of cruelty, and a strong demonic aura transforming his body.

"Sonorous"

The blades intersected, and the flames flew everywhere.

"Shut up." Locke fended the blade in Garin's hand with his sword, and then he stabilized himself with his right heel, then struggled to bounce the Dreadlord away, shouting, "Shut up." ”

Shadra controlled Locke's body and jumped forward, activating the blessing on the Destroyer of Worlds, and Locke's wrist burst out with red light.

"I have seen many empires built, and I have seen countless wise kings, and it is clear that you will not be the one to settle this king." Shadra uttered the phrase in Locke's voice: "You're only going to make everything worse"

Sonorous.

The swordsmanship in the hands of both sides became faster and faster, gradually turning into two sword lights, and in the quiet hall, only a "rubbing" sound was heard, and cracks appeared on the blade of Tolbairn's sword.

Garin flapped his wings and flew into the air, he stared at the sword of Thornbe in his hand, and said on his back: "The king's sword has been broken, and from now on, the mission in the Riptide Castle family will no longer bind me." ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the sword of Thorbain turned into pieces that fell from mid-air and landed on the marble floor, leaving a string of silver bells in its wake.

Garin shook off the hilt of his sword, and now he had accepted the mission given to him by the Burning Legion and became a demon in the truest sense of the word.

A steady stream of evil power poured into Garin's body, and in the time he had just delayed, he had completely learned the spell of the Dreadlord Demon King.

"The soul has fallen into the abyss." Shadra looked at Garin calmly: "But the wish of the demon army is doomed to fail. ”

At this time, although Locke was able to feel everything in his body, he was now unable to control his body. At this moment, a voice like a silver bell sounded in his ears: "Look at the flaws of the demon itself. ”

Then, Locke found himself in front of him constantly changing, and he severed one bloody tentacle after another.

Locke rushed to the side of the demon portal with great speed, and raised the Destroyer of Realms in his hand, "Demon, most of your power does not belong to you, when I cut off your connection with the Burning Legion, how much power can you have." ”

Although this sentence came from Locke's mouth, the voice was that of Shadra.

Rub click.

The blade of the Destroyer of Worlds had already cut through a hole in the portal, and the strength of this demonic portal made of purple stone really made Shadra frown slightly.

"Absolutely not for you to ruin the Legion's plans." The Dreadlord Garin forcibly stopped the evil power flowing through his body, flapped his wings and rushed towards Locke, who had destroyed the portal.

"Locke, let me tell you, the technique of using power." Shadra said lightly, flicking the Destroyer of Worlds from her left hand, the blade emitting a crisp trembling sound, and then she slashed Garin's face with a single sword.

The sword was precise and delicate, and the dexterous Shardra's swordsmanship was perfectly combined with the greatsword.

"It can't be." When Garin received Locke's blow in the face, his body as the Dreadlord began to quickly disintegrate into bats.

The screams of bats filled the hall in an instant, and the fire of evil energy was still crackling, but Garin, the Dreadlord who was still in the hall just a moment ago, was dead.

"The Dreadlord is the head, and if you can directly cut off the lifeline on his face, you can directly make them return to the Twisted Void."

"You know what?"

Locke hurriedly let out a burst of "know" in his heart, a burst of secret joy in his heart, and in his ears, there was already an electronic voice: "You killed the Dreadlord Garin, and your experience points have increased by 12,000 points." ”

Shadra nodded, stepped back from Locke's body, walked to Locke's side and said, "I actually didn't have as easy as you thought to kill this Dreadlord, at least I consumed most of the potential in your body, and you might have to rest for a week." ”

Locke, who had just returned to his body, found that his body was a little weak, his head was a little heavy, and the muscles of his abdomen and arms began to ache slightly, and he shook a little, but tried not to fall.

"Damn, I still have equipment to pick up." Locke gritted his teeth to keep himself from falling, and he walked to Prince Garin's corpse with all his strength, and then began to touch it.

Prince Garin, who was two meters tall just now, left a pair of bracelets at this moment, and his body turned into a pile of bats and disappeared into the castle, and soon, Locke found a strange statue on Garin's corpse.