"It's useless to talk too much, let's fight!" Looking at the vicious and screaming mutant demon, Moriarty took a deep breath and responded in a deep voice in the lingua franca of the plane.

"!" Hearing Moriarty's answer, the surging anger that the demon had accumulated in his heart was ignited at once. Hear it roar, and then like a blood-red whirlwind, it slammed towards Moriarty.

"So fast!"

Almost in the blink of an eye, the mutant demon crossed a distance of more than twenty meters and struck directly in front of Moriarty. Its speed is not at all the same as when he was the leader of the Golmo. Moreover, after the baptism of evolution, the deceleration restraint of the "muddy footsteps" that was originally entangled in the demon has also been completely eliminated. So as soon as the demon made a move at this moment, it was full of firepower and ferocity.

"Huh!"

In the face of the demon with murderous intent, Moriarty's brows tightened, but instead of retreating, he advanced, and quickly slashed down at the demon's head and neck with a sword. And in an instant, the demon also bundled its fingers into a knife, and its black claws turned into a silent dagger, stabbing back towards the opponent's blade.

"Dang!"

The sword claws collided, and Moriarty felt a huge force coming from the palm of the sword holder, and the short sword in his hand was almost unable to hold it. But fortunately, the effect of the brute force potion still continued in Moriarty's body, so with just one thought, the magic dagger in his hand was once again as calm as a mountain.

And after a flickering head-to-head fight, Moriarty quickly retreated with the power of the demon's stabbing attack, quickly closing the distance between him and the enemy. As he retreated, Moriarty quickly glanced at the magic dagger in his hand and saw that the blade was basically intact, but a gap the size of a grain of rice appeared in the part where it had just struck the demon's black claw.

Seeing Moriarty retreat suddenly, the mutant demon immediately howled and strode after him. Although the demon suffered some small losses under Fang Cai's fight, half of his sharp claws were even neatly cut off by Moriarty's magic short sword. However, how could a demon who had long been eager to drink the blood and flesh of the enemy give up because of such a small injury.

So, on the banks of the Rainbow River, in front of the small valley, on this open sandy and gravel field, Moriarty and the mutant demon launched a bloody battle of back and forth.

In less than five minutes for the next few minutes, Moriarty used the healing potions from the two healing scrolls and the potion set in quick succession. Even so, Moriarty's many wounds continued to bleed, and the torn and almost left half of his robe was completely stained red.

After all, the mutated demon possessed the strong strength of a fourth-level warrior, coupled with its innate scale armor with excellent protection and sharp and vicious black claws, and it was indeed extremely stressful to fight with Morati in close quarters at the level of a second-level warrior. If it weren't for the "Breath of the Wind", "Petrified Skin", "Bloodlust", Brute Force Potion, and many other buffs that continue to support Moriarty, I am afraid that he would have been unable to support it and would have died under the claws of the demons.

Among them, the most helpful for Moriarty is the "petrified skin". How many times when the claws of the mutant demon were about to cut through Moriarty's body and tear it apart completely, a dark green magical light curtain would flash out in time. And under the light curtain, Moriarty's skin will also become rough and hard like a rock in an instant. Therefore, although the demon's claw strikes are sharper than razor cuts, they can only inflict some moderate or mild skin injuries on the opponent, but none of them can inflict heavy damage on the enemy.

However, compared to Moriarty's bloody battle, the mutant demon is also scarred and wolf-bèi. Under the "sharp" edge of the magic dagger, the armor pieces on the demon's body were cut off piece by piece like fish scales. Chest, back, arms, thighs, shocking wounds and sword marks replaced the neat, fine, shiny scales. Especially under the fierce attacks of Moriarty several times like exchanging injuries for injuries, the mutant demon was even more severely damaged, and even a fist-sized blood hole was opened by the opponent's short sword in the vital part of the center of his chest. If it weren't for the demon's full potential and forcing Moriarty back dangerously, it is very likely that he would have been pierced by a sword. …,

Therefore, when the mutant demon and Moriarty briefly separated and took a breath again, the demon's eyes when he looked at the enemy were no longer arrogant and crazy. Perhaps even the mutant demon himself was unaware that in the deepest part of his blood-colored pupils, there was already an additional darkness called fear.

Looking at the many injuries on his body, Moriarty took a sharp breath and forcefully suppressed the dizziness caused by the continuous blood loss. Time was running out for him, and in less than five minutes, the magic gain on his body was about to reach a critical point. At that time, Moriarty, who has lost the "Breath of the Wind" and "Petrified Skin", will no longer be able to defeat the mutated demon in front of him.

"Come on!" Drinking the only stamina supplement, Moriarty's short sword shook again and rushed towards the demon.

"Maniac!" Looking at Moriati, who rushed towards him without any scruples, for a moment, there was an incredible retreat in the heart of the mutant demon. However, the ferocity of the enemy's attack did not allow it to retreat, and the demon could only curse and fight to the death.

Different from the previous round's left and right kills and mutual kills, this time as soon as the confrontation began, Moriarty put on a ruthless posture of fighting to the death. Without even parrying or dodging at all, the sword went straight to the huge wound in the center of the demon's chest. It's as if they want to assassinate the enemy on the spot at the same time.

And under the continuous and ruthless attack of Moriarty, the ferocity of the mutant demon has finally been fully stimulated. It's just that at this moment, Moriarty's offensive is so strong that even the demons who are fighting back with all their strength are suppressed and unable to move, and can only wait for Moriarty's own strength to run out.

Finally, after a full minute of stormy attacks, Moriarty's energy was inevitably overdepleted and unsustainable.

Like a spring that has been compressed too much, the demon's counterattack is also fierce and unusual. The moment he grabbed the opponent's shot and slowed down, the mutant demon's pair of black claws were like two pitch-black thunderbolts, and he actually clamped Moriarty's short sword firmly in one fell swoop, and he couldn't move anymore.

Then, in the midst of the skyrocketing laughter, the demon's two claws twisted with all his strength, and he saw that the blade of the entire magic short sword was immediately twisted into several pieces, and the "click" shattered and fell.

And in the demon's extremely excited gaze, Moriarty, who had lost his weapon, actually condensed his left fist directly, and then hit the huge wound in the center of the mutant demon's chest with a "bang". But what is the real point of losing the power of a sharp weapon and relying only on a straight punch with a bare fist other than inflicting some new pain on the opponent?

"Human, it looks like you're crazy. But I don't mind breaking a madman's body to pieces! The mutant demon playfully looked at the blood-colored fist that was tightly pressed against his chest, and smiled coldly. At the same time, the demon's claws had opened again, and in the next second, it would pierce deep into Moriarty's body, and then tear Moriarty's limbs into a shapeless pile of flesh and blood like confetti.

But alas, just as the mutant demon thought it was safe to win the battle, a series of bowstrings with the roar of death suddenly and permanently shattered its dreams.

In just an instant, five clusters of arrows with a dull metallic sheen bloomed on the demon's chest like the petals of five flowers of death.

Looking at the crossbow arrow that inexplicably appeared on his chest, the mutant demon's eyes were filled with doubt, pain, and resentment. However, facts always speak louder than words. The core of the body was pierced by a series of sharp arrows, and such an injury could no longer be sustained by anger or will alone.

With a desperate roar, the demon fell straight back. Endless black blood poured out of its chest like a spring, and soon stained large swaths of sand and gravel blackened like ink. …,

Seeing that the last target had finally collapsed and died, Moriarty let out a long breath and was relieved.

At this time, the loss of strength after the battle of life and death and the weakness caused by the extensive injuries swept his entire body and mind like a tornado. However, before he could sit down completely, Moriarty struggled to completely cut off the mutant demon's neck with the only piece of magic dagger left in his right hand. In this way, the last bit of variable was completely snuffed out by Moriarty. After this qiē, Moriarty fell down on the sand half-sitting and half-lying on the ground, gasping for breath, and began to slowly regain his body and spirit.

"Finally... Win! In front of Hockenheim's magic sandbox, Schmidt and Depra looked at the scene in the magic image and sighed heavily.

Although the process was full of twists and turns and thrilling, the final result was that Moriarty killed the mutant demon in one fell swoop, and Depra's heart couldn't help but be very happy.

How many years have it been since a high-level mage had been so excited and concerned about something or someone. However, at this time, the Moriarty in the magic screen can be said to be a special case within a special case. He himself is not only a genius alchemist rarely seen in a century, but also Schmidt's own nephew. Depra couldn't even imagine what intolerable damage would have been to Hockenheim if the final blow Moriarty had not killed the demon, but had instead died at the hands of the other party. And as long as he thought of this, the high-level mage actually had a trace of complaining about the dean. If it weren't for the strange and difficult task test of the Grand Arcanist, Moriarty would have been in near-death precariousness.

However, as a devout admirer of the dean, Depra still quickly suppressed the feeling in his heart that he should not have zài, and turned his head to look at Schmidt: "Schmidt, congratulations, Moriarty has successfully promoted to a full-fledged mage. ”

"Thank you, Provost." At this time, Schmidt had reverted to his usual expressionless face, but looked deeply at the picture above the magic sandbox and nodded slightly.

As for the director of the Hockenheim Academy, he had already left, just when Moriarty's battle with the demon was at its fiercest

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