Manus was right in front of Durand and began to show his strength.

Having said so much, the contest has come to this point, and there is no need for superfluous words.

Manus, no, it should be Rochester, he doesn't need to know how Durand successfully resisted the invasion of true blood, as long as he can defeat Durand next, he will naturally achieve his goal.

And Duland, after hearing these many secrets and truths from the other party, it will take some time to fully digest them.

The only thing that is certain is that the devil in front of him must be stopped.

Devil, that's the only word in Duland's mind that can sum up the other party. In this world, there are many people who know that they are evil for the sake of evil, and although such people are hateful, they are not terrible. The most terrible person is the one who does the most evil things while thinking from the bottom of his heart that he is doing good deeds.

Rochester is such a terrible guy.

In his eyes, human life is not human life at all, the reason why he launched such an unprecedented or even unprecedented dwarf war, the reason why he killed so many lives of all races and battle mages, Durand thought that it was out of some abnormal perverted original intention, but he didn't expect that the real reason was actually to lead Sendlow and the battle mages to strength.

This made Durand very stunned in his heart, and of course he didn't agree. If evil means are used to achieve the goal of justice, the final result will only be evil.

Durand picked up Milo, dodged to the edge of the hall, put Milo down, and returned to the same place.

Facing the moment Rochester stood still, Durand finally stopped hiding and fully showed his full strength after breaking through the bottleneck. The sword soul far away in the fortress of Sendroo Yong sensed this power, first surprised that Durand was still alive, and then shocked and silent by this overwhelming force.

"Is this the power that is close to the level of the strongest......"

Durand also went all-out for the first time after the breakout.

The purple-black aura was as cold as a knife, filling the surroundings of the body.

At this time, half of the hall is Duland's unique aura, and the other half is the opponent's aura.

That dividing line between the two. is slowly moving in the direction of Duland.

Duland, who was gradually oppressed in momentum, did not make a move immediately, but stared at the enemy who had already transformed on the opposite side.

Completely different from Rochester's true deity, what appeared in front of him was not a dark and stout dwarf body, but a magnificent and mysterious purple gold, wrapped around Manus's unique thunder power, and the power of a battle priest. Manus himself fused three divine fires, plus the tenfold energy level given by the transformed dwarf's true form at this time, a total of ten thousand times the energy level.

The power was manic and sharp. It's like a murder knife that can't help but want to kill.

It wasn't until this moment that Durand really confirmed, or really believed, from the bottom of his heart: the person in front of him was no longer Manus himself, but Rochester.

The calmness, rationality, solemnity, and uprightness unique to cyan angry Manus have all disappeared, leaving only the ferocity of choosing people to devour.

But Durand wasn't sure if Manus's will had been wiped out or if it still existed in a corner of his powerful body.

So this battle must be won. But you can't win.

At this time, it seems that the opponent's transformation is not completely over.

When he saw a tall, four-eyed, winged dwarf phantom looming behind Rochester, Durand knew he couldn't wait any longer. The body suddenly lowered. Cheng dù, who was close to the ground, stopped for a moment, and then pushed with both hands and feet at the same time!

In the space in front of Duland, a huge hole suddenly emerged. And Durand himself has been driven by unprecedented super explosiveness, through the hole, straight to the opponent.

A big hand came from the side.

The huge dwarven phantom reached out in his right hand like lightning. is obviously a phantom body, but it has substantial power, and it grabbed Duland.

Rochester's face was indifferent, and he stretched out his hand to Duland, who was caught by the phantom, and made a fist clenching and crushing motion: "-Explosion!" ”

It was as if an egg had been crushed, but unbroken flesh shot through the fists of the phantom. Instead, an endless purple-black light erupted from the clenched fist.

The giant fist of the phantom was torn apart by countless blades.

"Oh, it's so quick to use the final form of Devouring and Inquisitor." Rochester looked at Duland, who was covered in purple-black close-fitting armor like a demon, and smiled faintly.

As he spoke, the other hand of the huge phantom grabbed Durand again like lightning.

Durand didn't seem to see it, his eyes were only on Rochester himself, and the speed was like lightning, still heading straight for Rochester himself.

Seeing that the phantom big hand was about to grab Duland, a huge translucent mirror shield suddenly fell between the two, blocking the big hand, and the shield was grasped in the hand by the ancestral stone statue that appeared out of nowhere.

And Duland's figure flickered several times in a row, and then suddenly sank, his left hand had grabbed Rochester's shoulder, and his right fist was a straight punch in the chest!

The battle became silent and intense, and the movements of both sides became more straightforward and concise.

Durand threw three combinations in a row, one punch heavier than the other. The fourth punch was suddenly grabbed by the opponent's wrist, and then was thrown over the shoulder and knocked to the ground. Rochester condescendingly pressed Duland, turned his hand into a purple-gold crossbow, aimed at Durand who was overturned to the ground, and inserted it in his face.

With a bang, the tip of the gun struck the ground, and sparks flew everywhere.

Durand turned his head in time to avoid the jab, and the ballista almost fell against the skin of his neck.

Duland's face remained unchanged, one hand raised to hold the head of the gun in his ear, and the other hand was like a knife, silently inserting it into Rochester's heart.

Rochester elbowed and smashed Duland's throat.

The two sides were still silent, fighting in a very small area, their elbows colliding with each other, there was no sound of collision, but the hall trembled continuously.

Rochester suddenly let go of the hand that was trying to recapture the ballista, and his free hand clenched into a fist and smashed into Duland's chest.

Durand ignored the punch, twisted the wrist of his left hand holding the head of the gun, manipulated the barrel of the crossbow, and pulled Rochester's neck back.

Bang!

Rochester struck Durand first, punching like a gun and digging deep into Duland's chest.

Duland's body burst like foam.

Rochester's brows furrowed slightly, the sharp light in his eyes flickered a few times, and as soon as he lowered his head, a purple knife light swept over his head.

While dodging the slash behind him, Rochester grabbed the crossbow again and swept backhand, forcing back Durand, who had circled behind him at some point.

Then the two of them withdrew their hands at the same time, staring at each other silently.

The four-eyed and winged dwarf phantom slowly sank into Rochester's body at this time—his transformation was finally complete.

"Very good warm-up."

Rochester looked at Durand and the stone statue of the Ancestor behind him, twisted his neck, and smiled, "But alas, you couldn't stop me." (To be continued......)