The Great Demon fell to the ground, the shadow of the Purgatory Ruins shattered, and the seemingly infinite Purgatory Black Flame disappeared with it.

On the other side, the projection of the Fire Elemental Realm, which was still struggling to support, also dimmed rapidly. Competing with a demonic Extreme Shadow Realm, even a Grand Arcanist would not be easy, let alone a mid-level mage. Immediately, Moriarty only felt a darkness in front of him, and his body slowly collapsed. At the same time, however, a single eye on his left eye lit up inexplicably, and erupted with a blood-colored glow, as if it were about to invade Moriarty's forehead.

Suddenly, an invisible, shrill howl came to mind. Moriarty's fallen body suddenly twisted and knelt up, trembling slightly. And on his forehead, a dark golden brilliance floated, like a layer of leaf lines inlaid in his forehead, resisting the erosion of blood-colored brilliance. It's just that the dark gold leaf pattern is really thin, and it is about to collapse and disperse under the blood-colored light.

At that moment, Moriarty's arms suddenly became windless, and two thin green vines suddenly stretched out from his wrist like a swimming snake, and then snaked forward like a sharp sword, piercing directly into the huge corpse of Camontottliworth on the other side.

"Goo-doo... Goo-too..."

In the silence, the two green vines twitched wildly, and a large strand of demonic blood or other juice was continuously pumped out by a pair of vines like a pumping machine, and then transported directly to Moriarty's wrist. However, no matter how much demonic flesh the green vine withdrew, and even its body swelled from a finger to the thickness of a punch, the receiving Moriarty never reacted. It was even like a bottomless pit that easily devoured so many demonic substances.

However, it seemed that with the support of additional energy, the dark gold leaf pattern that was about to collapse just now slowly stabilized again, and then it confronted the blood-colored light that came out of the single eye, until the blood-colored light finally exhausted itself after a few minutes, and slowly dimmed. Then, the dark gold leaf lines on Moriarty's forehead slowly lowered, and he was no longer visible.

At this time, looking at Camont Dotleyworth, his body was only a thin layer of skin, and the flesh, internal organs, and even bones in his body were dissolved. The only one remained. Only the head of the Great Demon that had been pierced. His eyes stared up at the sunny sky with empty eyes, as if he was still wondering about his inexplicable death.

Finally a qiē returned to calm.

The three Naga brothers quietly gathered around Moriarty, their eyes scanning back and forth between the Demon Pole and their own boss for a long time, and then they looked at each other again. I don't bother anymore.

I don't know how long it took. There seemed to be an extremely familiar voice in the distance. Unable to hear anything clearly, Moriarty only felt that he was being thrown into a deep water, listening to the world through the waves.

Tried to move his thumb. Finally there is a realistic sense of touch. Moriarty took a deep breath and opened his eyes heavily to the blinding candlelight.

"Hey! Morty, you're finally awake! ”

Before Moriarty could figure out the situation, the "beardless dwarf", wrapped in a bandage and with his hands bandaged like mummies, leaned in front of him with great joy and shouted loudly.

"How long did I sleep? How is everyone? What happened to the Demon Legion? ”

Guderian's saliva was drenched in the face, but Moriarty smiled.

"You've slept for three days and two nights, and as for those demons and guts, they've long since fled far away, and they won't even besiege the city." The dwarf carefully confirmed that Moriarty was not threatened to return, and then he was satisfied to remove from the head of the bed and sit down laboriously on a barstool beside him: "White woke up two days ago, but he is a little seriously injured and still nested on his side. Bruno's sissy cannon was blown away by the big demon, but fortunately, the elven clan's 'Moonlight Leaf Talisman' carried it on his behalf, so it was still alive. Tchaikov broke off his hands, but this guy has more hands, and it doesn't matter if he has one or two less; However, Zhukov and Chekov, the two bastards, were inexplicably promoted to the 'eight-armed Naga' after being picked up by the big demon, and now they are really arrogant. As for me, the follower who sells coolies the most, not only was my two hands almost burned 'pig hands', but a beautiful silver beard that made it difficult for the girls to hold themselves was also burned by the big demon, and my most beloved 'Rock Gall' was also broken! Ah, Morty, you have to be my master! ”

As he spoke, Guderian began to squeeze tears out of the mung bean's eyes, but after squeezing for a long time, he couldn't squeeze anything else except eye feces.

"Alright, shut up for me, the ghost screams are heard in the hallway! No matter how wordy, I'll send you to dig up the silt in the moat! ”

At this moment, the door to the side opened, and a group of Olympian officers led by White walked in. And Moriarty also felt that his body had recovered, and immediately got up from the bed.

"White, Guderian said you were not lightly wounded—" Moriarty was the first to look at White.

"Don't listen to his nonsense, I basically recovered yesterday. The Great Demon's Black Flame Slash was powerful, but it didn't kill me. Otherwise, the 'Shield of Thorns' would be too brittle. ”

White shook his head confidently, but his face was still pale without a trace of blood. Also, Camontottliworth's "Purgatory Scythe" is by no means light. The furious blow of the extreme path would hurt even if it was received by a high-level warrior. However, it can also be seen from this that the power of the "Shield of Thorns" should not only be damage rebound, but also have quite hidden attributes in defense.

"Tchaikov, I will find a way to restore your hand."

After looking at the followers, Moriarty immediately looked at Naga. Because they were in the Inner Fort Suite, the three Balalaika brothers had to hunch over like servants who were humble to the end. However, no one dared to put a trace of contempt on these three people, regardless of the fact that Zhukov and Chekov were already eight-armed, just looking at Tchaikov's bravery in the face of the Great Demon and his desperate defense of Moriarty, which made Olympus greatly admire. Even Guderian later praised the Naga boss in person, in an extremely rare way, raising the broken hands to the same "devotion height" as his own beard was burned, and was despised by the rest of the group.

"Hey, my lord, it's just two hands, it's nothing. And this time, two of our brothers were also promoted to 'eight arms', and on the whole, they also earned a pair of hands back, no loss! ”

Tchaikov laughed and gestured to his two middle arms, which were wrapped in the shape of mallets, with a look of distraction.

However, Moriarty did not smile at this, looked at Naga with his eyes, and suddenly said: "Tchaikov. Ramondotsky. Balalaika. ”

"Yes, sir."

Hearing the other party suddenly call his full name, Tchaikov couldn't help but be stunned, and then his reflexive expression was solemn.

"I, Moriarty. Ensberg, a fifth-level mage and third-level alchemist, hereby cordially invites you to become my follower. I don't know, are you willing to accept it? Moriarty said directly.

"This..."

As if struck by a happy meteor, Tchaikov was stunned and speechless.

"Of course, I understand that the relationship between a mage and a follower is not simple, and anyone needs to think carefully before replying. You can think about it first, we..."

"Yes! My lord, I do! ”

Before Moriarty could finish speaking, Tchaikov seemed to suddenly wake up, and jumped up and shouted, and even the ceiling was made a big hole in the ceiling.

"Thank you for agreeing, Tchaikov." Hurriedly dodging the "sloppy" plaster cast above his head, Moriarty smiled.

"It's my pleasure! Honoured! ”

On the other side, Tchaikov smiled directly like a flower. On the side, Zhukov and Chekov were rejoicing together, but they also looked at Moriarty with a look of hope, but they couldn't expect each other's "big and small", and they couldn't help but be a little disappointed.

"Hmph, you're cheap. After a fight with the Great Demon, he also twisted his ass and became a follower. If it weren't for the fact that you broke two hands, I would definitely oppose it! On the other hand, Guderian didn't forget to brush up on himself: "Remember, I will be your predecessor in the future, and you should be respectful and polite when you speak to me!" ”

"Shut up and get out of the way." At this time, White kicked away the dwarf who was still the boss, came to Tchaikov, and stretched out his arm to Naga with a sincere smile: "Welcome, Tchaikov!" ”

"Thanks, White!"

Tchaikov immediately came out with all four hands, holding the other party's one-arm tightly, as if he had finally found the organization's lurking personnel.

It is not easy to say that the three Naga brothers have stayed in Olympus since they were prisoners of war. Although everyone doesn't treat them as outsiders, they don't have a proper name. Now, Naga has become a follower of Moriarty "in one step", and has become a descendant of the lineage.

"Morty, what the hell was that big demon that day..."

After Moriarty asked about the injuries of the Three-Flower Elf and the general situation of the legion, White finally couldn't help but ask.

Because except for Naga, several other people in the vicinity of the death battle with the Great Demon were severely injured and stunned. And when he woke up, he saw that the demon was left with only a head and a thick layer of skin, and asked the Balalaika brothers to be mysteriously silent, almost forcing Guderian to get angry.

Hearing White ask this question, the other people around him immediately fixed their eyes on Moriarty.

According to common sense, even if the Olympus Legion has extraordinary strength, including the three Naga brothers, elven magic archers, and many mid-level warriors, it has almost no chance of winning a head-on battle with a great demon, and the only way to do it is to rely on human lives to pile up and exchange injuries for injuries to force the opponent away as much as possible. And now, apart from the destruction of a Rafale-class heavy ballista and three Iron Fists of War, and the death of less than ten low-ranking warriors, there were no other Yan zhòng losses, which could be said to be a complete victory. (To be continued......)