Sophocle, a hypocrite, has unknown abilities and unknown hole cards, and is a rare brainchild among the big demons who think with muscles, although there are many records, but they show abilities of different natures, and too much chaotic and uncertain information equals no intelligence.

He, apparently, deliberately obscured his true information, and his true strength has been hidden in the shadows.

Judging from his past experience and character, he played with intrigue and trickery far more than the sword, like a devil more than a demon, and in contact with him at that time, it also proved that he was also an overly cautious and cunning existence.

In the battle of Hades, according to the changes in the situation, he tore up the contract several times and regretted not being ashamed, found that the situation was not good, and finally bowed his head without shame, if these deeds were rumored, it could be said that he lost the face of the main god.

In the Duchy of Sara, too, even if the door to the abyss is opened, he only sends his subordinates to carefully test us, and after discovering that we are opposite, he does not hesitate to give up the plan of forcibly descending, even if he has not given up in his mouth.

Resourceful, calculating, and cautious, this is the way to survive, but it is not the way of the king suitable for the leader, and it is not at all in line with his identity at the top of the world.

It can be said that among all the main gods of the abyss, the hypocrite Sophoclery is the countdown, and neither his reputation nor his strength is favored by the world.

But being able to live until now proves that his path is not necessarily wrong.

At this time, I couldn't see through him.

The hero's armor of light did not have the slightest holy light, and the pitch-black demon in gorgeous armor spread its wings, and the bat's wings spread out for hundreds of meters, but it was not the wind that fanned.

The wings. The light is gathering.

All the light is drawing closer. One by one, the particles of light were captured by the Black Wing. In other words, all the brilliance is being swallowed up by it.

The black bat's wings spread out in full swing, covering the entire sky, and all the light gathered and faded on it, instead lining it like an angel, and under the reflection of the brilliance, the originally hideous face turned into calm.

It was only then that I could see his face clearly. The place where there should have been facial features melted, and the pitch-black faceless turned into a black shadow that devoured light.

Under the cover of brilliance, at this time, Sophokri's face was like a distorted black hole, blurred for a while, the wings of light and the wings of darkness overlapped, and there was a faint chant around the multi-winged demon king, and the black horns were wrapped with cross patterns.

The great demon descended from the sky, and the night and light accompanied it at the same time, which was a strange sense of sacredness and ritual. Make it more like an angel than a demon.

This is definitely not the ability that a great demon should have, let alone something that the armor can do. On the contrary, the gorgeous armor is hiding and suppressing his true posture.

I vaguely felt that Sophocle was his true face, a presence of light and darkness.

But what puzzled me the most was his posture, the posture of fighting to the death with me at all costs, which was too different from the previous one, who specialized in fighting tailwind battles.

"Desperate for the aid of Danatis? This is absolutely impossible, what is he for? ”

Today's battlefield attracted too much attention, and Sophocle did not hesitate to reveal his strength, which was completely inconsistent with the character he usually showed.

Originally, we were opponents selected according to the difference in their own strength, the strongest Titan cleaned up Danatis, and I faced Sophocle, who should lack the will to fight, but at this time, he had no intention of communicating at all, and he put on a form of fighting with all his might, and it seemed that I was unlucky again.

But Sophocle won't give me a chance to have doubts, and at this point, even if I suppress the doubts in my heart, I can only fight well-

While the battlefield on the Western Front was gradually upgraded to an epic mythical battlefield as the war progressed, the war on the Eastern Front could not stop.

The rancid monsoon wind blew through the mountains, and large clouds gathered together, and the wind and rain fell unnaturally, and the dawn sun pierced the evil canopy.

It seems that they have been prepared for heavy rain, and the templar priests of the Southern Sect have raised the light of salvation one by one, and where the light is shrouded, no evil raindrops can fall.

The dark clouds were dispelled by the light, and in the thickest clouds, there were faint male curses and cries of pain.

And above the dark clouds, the brutal dragon war is also going on.

Yes, dragon battles, dragon battles with one to hundred.

In the sky, the enraged tyrannical king rolled himself into a ball, two huge dragon heads swallowing flames and ice, and the scattered flames instantly evaporated the waters of the famous river here, and the ensuing infernal flames turned it into a desert and a scorching hell in an instant.

At this time, the invincible Lord of the Devil has encountered the greatest crisis in his life.

Hundreds of ancient dragons are besieging this "rebellion and shame of the dragons" and "the black history of the living dragons".

The red dragon was flying at high speed and spewing flames, and the bronze dragon jumped on Salvinstein's back, tearing its scales with his natural hard claws, and even the weak and stupid green dragon and white dragon, after growing into an ancient dragon, were extremely terrifying war beasts.

Dragon breath and dragon power have become the most worthless things on the battlefield, the magic resistance of both sides is amazing, but the spellcasting ability is average, the result is that this dragon battle can easily turn into a bloody tearing air battle.

At this time, it is compared to who has thick skin, whose minions are sharper, and it is clear that in this regard, Salvinstein is amazingly tough.

There are dragons falling from mid-air, and there are constantly dragons rising from the ground, under the joint efforts of the three dragon cities, today's dragon army does not need to worry about the follow-up shortcomings, only needs to gradually weaken him.

But today's protagonist does not belong to the legendary Dragon City.

Translucent wings of the night danced in the sky, but the popular body was shrouded in a cloud of black mist, and only the scarlet eyes shimmered with an eerie brilliance.

The dragon of death, the dragon of Hades, the dragon of death.

The envoys of the underworld did not reveal their appearance, and the fog that enveloped the dragon's body was also a kind of protection for others.

After all, as the embodiment of death, it is already an instinct for them to spread death, and if the weak beings on the main plane see their true bodies, or are watched by their eyes, they may die directly.

The bloody battle in Hades was staged again that day, and in the midst of the siege of other dragons, the dragons of Hades flew in a high-speed loop and carried out a clever hunt.

They, around the powerful "Devil Lord", from time to time bow their heads and launch breath attacks, they don't need to participate in hand-to-hand combat at all, the breath of death is more dangerous and deadly than any existing dragon breath.

The dragon clan's pride in physical resistance and magic resistance is meaningless in the face of the death breath of the underworld.

Every time he was spit out by the Dark Dragon, Salvinstein didn't care if he had just started the war, it hadn't seen through the characteristics of the Dark Dragon, but it didn't prevent him from discovering that the situation was wrong, and with every breath, he was moving closer to the end of his life.

Salvinstein was tired, tired, and the memories of his repeated defeats in recent years came to his mind, and an inexplicable fear came to his mind.

"Am I going to be just grinded to death by this bunch of low-level lizards?"

He wanted to escape, but in the midst of the dragons' siege, he couldn't escape.

And the familiar power fluctuations in the west made him eager to rush to the battlefield on the Western Front immediately. (To be continued.) )