Guy dodged the next blow with a roll, a defensive stance that clearly took a toll in the narrow hallway, and then, with pleasure, he ate a ranged attack from the Majin.

Duchamp angrily abandoned the demon clone of Kite's own, activated his unique self-created skill, and struck a chrysanthemum drill at the back of the demon clone who was attacking Guy.

If Brother Yun knew that his peerless skill was being used like this, he would have to come down and teach this kid a lesson.

"If it weren't for the fact that you have a brother who is a winner in life, I wouldn't be working so hard!" Duchamp muttered silently, embarrassed and blind, running in the opposite direction to Guy.

At this time, the hatred was pulled over, but at the same time, two doppelgangers attacked him from both ends, and there was a feeling of a turtle in an urn.

"Punishment!" The Guardian Knights have finished their battle and come to Duchamp's aid.

The old guys were clearly better at fighting than these new generations, and they skillfully teamed up to kill three or four doppelgangers, and then turned to support the embarrassed juniors.

A quarter of an hour later, the battle was finally over.

Duchamp rushed to see the guerrilla who had been slapped in the chest by the monster, his face already a tattered gray, obviously wounded to the heart.

Duchamp gave him a continuous use of healing breath and accelerated healing, and for this kind of wound that hurt the lungs and bones, the effect of using accelerated healing was especially obvious, but it only relieved his injuries.

Then, Duchamp went to see Guy, who was much less injured than the previous one, but apparently could not recover from a few treatments.

The priests present had now reached the point of endurance overdraft, and when they saw that Duchamp could be treated, they simply did not move.

Duchamp looked at the CD of Endurance Recovery, there was still a long time.

"Xiaocao, the feelings are so vigorous, it's been less than 4 hours now, how does my brother feel like it's been several years!"

Duchamp shook his head helplessly. He turned his head to look at the altar, where George was dead and motionless, with a short knife stuck in his chest.

He actually committed suicide like this?

Duchamp thought it was incredible, he thought that George would definitely summon a more powerful Great Demon King to fight everyone or something.

Speaking of the Great Demon King, there is now a Demon of the same nature as the Great Demon King. After the clone was scattered, nothing was left, and he returned directly to the magic pool.

There was a churn in the demon pool, and it was obvious that it would not be long before the demon would be automatically reborn again.

George's body was lying there, and Duchamp finally felt that something was wrong, so he ran over to check it while the monster had not yet recovered.

When he saw George's face, Duchamp couldn't help but froze for a moment, and George's face actually had a happy smile that fulfilled his wishes.

This is really weird! Duchamp shook his head as he snatched George's body back.

Although not a single living believer was caught, the body was still well preserved. The corpse of a dead man is so obscure, of course Duchamp will not put it in the package.

He didn't pull out the dagger from George's body, and walked straight to the hallway.

"Thief!" The newly formed demon discovered Duchamp's heinous corpse theft, and transformed his huge figure in the pool to pursue Duchamp.

"Put Tomasi's body down!" The demon roared behind him.

It seems that this demon has a big eye on George's corpse! Duchamp felt a burst of ecstasy in his heart, and rushed towards the passage leading to the fifth floor, although he brought one more person, but it was not much slower.

The Majin slammed a punch through the hallway that Duchamp had run through. Listening to the forced demolition of the demolition workers behind him, Duchamp cried out in his heart and shouted: "What are you doing so persistently, he is dead, I will take him out and bury him." ”

The demon roared angrily: "In the altar, all the cultists can obtain divine eternal life, and if you throw his body down, I will not pursue your sin of stealing the corpse." ”

Duchamp sneered: "Eternal life, don't dream that dream. The old man has figured it out, this altar is a converter of shadow energy, relying on a special array to complete the reversal reaction of energy, and the soul of the person will not stay in the face for long before it will become Alzheimer's. If others don't say it, just talk about you, and if you come back from the dead like this a few times, you won't even remember who you are, and you will become a pure monster. ”

Although the demon is very powerful, it is still quite difficult to deal with an opponent who is bent on running away. Duchamp doesn't have many other skills, but there are many skills for running, used alternately, the speed is fast and slow, weird and changeable, the demon dismantles half of the corridor, and he didn't catch up with Duchamp.

Duchamp ran to the intersection from the sixth floor to the fifth floor, full of joy, and shouted: "Bye bye!" Jumped into the aisle.

The figure of the demon suddenly flashed, and then turned into ten clones, half of them pursued from behind, and half of them actually teleported to the 5th floor, intercepting them in front. When they rushed into the aisle and converged together, they still couldn't find Duchamp's figure, so they couldn't help but let out a long cry of sadness and ran away!

Duchamp had long been unable to care about the taboo, he ran to the turn of the passage, collected George's body, immediately hidden, climbed to the top of the canopy at the corner of the corridor, and watched in horror as the ten doppelgangers of the demon were wailing at their feet, and suddenly felt a sense of desolation in his heart.

The demon sighed with emotion, and did not love fighting, turned around and went down the steps to find trouble with the remaining group.

The guerrillas were taking the wounded from the corridor on the sixth floor, preparing to retreat to the upper floors.

Provided, of course, that someone can lure that giant monster away.

"If you look for an opportunity, run to both sides, then run to the upper floor, and go separately to attract his doppelganger, if he doesn't, none of us will be his opponent for one blow now."

The Guardian Knight commanded in a low voice, carrying his sword.

Catherine, the chief knight next to her, had already seen the unconcealable defeat on the face of the guardian knight.

She had made up her mind, and suddenly rushed out at the monster that rushed out, shouting as she rushed: "My lord, the corridor on the right is still intact, you can go from the right." ”

"Catherine, don't be stupid, we just need time, a little time." The Guardian Knight's voice rang out angrily behind him, "Kim, they're almost successful!" ”

In the aisle, Duchamp, who heard this hurried roar, like the female knight, suddenly realized.

Without the scarlet pillar of energy, the roof of this castle was not unbreakable. Duchamp, who was overly nervous, didn't even notice the piercing screams of the wall breaker he made ringing on the top.

Man is truly an amazing animal. Once he found that the situation was in his favor, his guts, which were obviously gone, suddenly popped up again.

In the square, the two people who originally planned to attract this monster were Cassius and the guardian knight, the strongest in the team, but now, suddenly a blonde female knight Catherine appeared.

"Glory is my life!" She shouted loudly, intending to blow the ship.

The demon grinned and waved one arm in the direction of the female knight.

The body of the female knight flew like a kite. With a burst of exclamations, he flew towards the top of the pool of blood.

Wait, why isn't the angle of flight quite right?

Duchamp raised her eyebrows, but the female knight still kept one hand, one of her hands tugging at the rope.

Catherine, the female knight, looked at the demon with an earthy face, and the difference in strength between them was so great that it was impossible to even try to lure the monster away.

Bang! Bang! Someone from the side sneaked up on a few shots.

The demon was not attracted by the sound of the gunfire in the slightest, it did not dodge, and it didn't even bother to look at it. His gaze was fixed on the biggest obstacle in front of him, the sword saint Cassius, and under the guidance of his will, purple energy rose from the pool, gradually converging into a huge fist.

Above this pool of blood, this huge fist, with enough momentum, carried this countless scarlet energy, and rushed towards Cassius, which was the energy from hell that had mutated and was even more violent than the shadow energy.

Cassius raised his rod and swung a flower above his head, and there was no way back behind him, and the only thing he could rely on was his reason, the reason of protection.