"Your strength is indeed good." Looking at Lil and Rusa, who had fallen in front of them, Loart only spoke softly, and then turned and left the clearing.

He wasn't going to kill Liel and Rusa, it was enough to incapacitate them in battle, so that Rodat's goal would be achieved. First, he will not let himself be suspected by the human camp, and second, he will not cause any substantial harm to Liel and Aruba.

Loat controlled his power so skillfully that he just left Liel and Rusa without the ability to continue fighting, and only needed a simple treatment for the two to recover.

(I'd love to see Brother Artevans sweep through these humans, but if you do that, you'll definitely get the master's attention.) If even I get into trouble, it won't be good. ）

As Royat thought, he had unconsciously walked back into the human camp.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have fulfilled my promise, and the next thing will depend on your strength." Royat walked up to the crowd and shouted.

As soon as Roat's words fell, the human camp erupted in loud cheers.

Rusa killed a dozen people in an instant, causing the humans to panic for a while, but seeing Rowat return victoriously with one enemy and two victories, they didn't care if Rodt actually killed Lil and Rusa, and rekindled the flame of hope.

"Mr. Roat, thank you." Lora stepped out of the crowd and bowed solemnly to Rodart.

"That's what I promised, and I'll do it. They're going to go on the attack, and you're on your own." Roart smiled and whispered.

Then, Rodat turned into a ray of light and disappeared in place.

"Everyone, there will definitely be a second wave of attacks from the demons, we must defend this place!" After Rodat left, Lora shouted in the firmest voice as she faced the crowd in front of her.

This sentence was exchanged for an impassioned battle cry. After seeing Loat defeat Lil and Rusa, the people's confidence was greatly increased, and the fighting spirit also surged into their hearts.

"Persia, Ilta is over to you." Seeing Persia and Irta who had stepped forward in full gear, Lora handed the amulet into their hands, "Be careful......

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"You two, it's been a great job." Siola looked at Lil and Rusa, who were lying on a makeshift soft bed, smiled softly, and began to heal their injuries with thin ice.

As soon as Rodat turned to leave, Artevans mobilized the Black Mist and took Liel and Aruba back to the western woods, the demon's stronghold.

"Master...... Will Lil's performance please her master?" Lil, who lost the battle, was full of guilt at this time, she felt that she was almost able to defeat Roat, but the ability of Roat's "god eye" was too strong, and Lil did not have the strength to be able to kill Royat directly.

Lil knew she was being used as a tool by Artevans, but she didn't want to be used as just a tool. She wants to prove her worth with her actions and prove that her strength is definitely able to be recognized by Atfans.

"You've done your best, and I'm very satisfied." Although Artevans looked at Lil expressionlessly, his tone was very calm, "This battle has not only tested your strength, but also let me see Roat's strength, which is enough."

The increase in Rodat's strength was indeed unexpected by Artefans, and after only a few months of not seeing him, Rodat had been able to reach such a point that Atvance had to be wary of the real monsters that were still in the depths of the Ramas Forest.

The Divine Heir Race is worthy of being the strongest race in the world.

"Really...... Lil, I'm happy...... ' Lil could tell from Atellace's tone that he was satisfied, so she closed her eyes and accepted Sheola's treatment.

The first wave of attacks failed due to Rodt's presence, but this was also expected by Artevans and Sheola, after all, this was originally the result of negotiations between Roat and Sheola.

In the second wave of attacks, the demon side will have to show some real skills.

"Ive, you launch a second wave of attacks with the puppets of the Black Temple." Atfans thought about it for a while and decided to let Iver play.

As for why he didn't let Ivor lead the demon soldiers to attack, it was still considered that the puppets of the "Black Temple" did not cost anything, but the cost of training a demon soldier was still too high, and Artevans didn't want to waste these rare elite soldiers on these humans.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Your Majesty!" Behind him, Iver was already gearing up, his eyes full of battle intent.

After Ivor slung the tomahawk on his shoulder, he gave orders to the hundred puppets of the "Black Temple" who were waiting on the sidelines. The second wave of the demon's attack is also about to begin.

"Theola, what do you think?" Just after Ivor departed, Artevans wanted to hear what Sheola had to say.

"If I don't expect it, General Ivor will fail, but he will be able to consume some of the combat power of the human camp." Sheola looked down and thought for a moment, then said what she thought.

"What about the third wave of attack, do you want to send Dvoga?" Hearing Sheora say this, Artevans couldn't help but frown.

"No." Sheola raised her head and looked directly at Artevans, with a meaningful smile, "After General Eve's defeat, let me go......

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"Persia, here they are." From a distance, Iltar saw the hundred-man army led by Ivor approaching the human camp, and patted Persia beside him.

"Humph! Alien, let me show you the power of our humanity!' Persia snorted disdainfully, then turned his head and shouted to the people of the Eastern Underworld behind him, "If you want to fight, come with me!"

Persia's words were immediately echoed by many. A team of five hundred people from the underworld was quickly assembled.

When you see a force of only 100 men, you tend to think that you have a chance of victory. The 500-strong human army is made up of new, underground mercenaries who intend to use this opportunity to expand their reputation.

And those guys who have already made a name for themselves are standing at the back of the large army and watching quietly.

The troops of the two sides were about to meet, and the atmosphere became solemn.

"For His Majesty the Demon King Artevans, attack!" Just as the human forces had already entered the range of the "Black Temple" puppet, Iver suddenly gave an order to the puppet, and then rushed forward with his own tomahawk.

Eighty percent of the members of the "Black Temple" are magicians, and all of the puppets who have been transformed into dolls by Acteri are magicians. The nature of the puppets allows them to attack in a neat manner, much more tacit than a team of underground mercenaries cobbled together.

For a moment, the fireball in the sky smashed towards the human force of five hundred people.

In the face of such a regular attack, people suddenly dispersed the originally dense formation, each using their own way to resist the attack of the fireball.

But what they didn't know was that staying in a tight formation and working together was the key to fending off the attack.

The flaws of the underground mercenaries were immediately exposed, except for those who operated in small teams, some of the people who acted alone could not get help from others at all, and they were burned to ashes in an instant in the face of powerful fireballs.

Before Ivor even rushed in front of the human troops, he had already killed nearly half of them just by relying on the fireballs released by the puppets of the "Black Temple".

And because the puppets brought over were all former fire demons, Eve didn't need to worry about being injured by mistake, and the ordinary flames could even enhance Ive's own combat power.

"These people...... I don't know what cooperation means.'" Persia noticed the embarrassment of the underground mercenaries and felt helpless that they did not know how to work together.

"The one who rushed to the front is probably the general, we have to block it!" Iltar couldn't take care of the underground mercenaries either, as Iver was already at hand.

"Are you two the humans who are the leaders? Let's have a fight with Lao Tzu!" Ivor immediately noticed Iltar and Persia, picked up his battle axe and slashed at their heads.

The battle axe, blessed with the power of the fire demon, causes the air around it to become scorching, and even sets his body on fire if he is not careful.

But fortunately, Irta is a fire-type magician, and Persia is a water-type magician, and both have the ability to resist flames. But Ilta, in comparison, is very embarrassing.

"Heavenly Fire Burns!" Ilta's hand was large, and a huge orange-red magic array spread out in the sky, and countless trackable fireballs fell from the magic array, which accurately landed on Ive, forcing Ive's movements to be slightly sluggish.

But helplessly, since Ivor is a fire demon, Iltah's flames have no effect on him. The fireball fell on Eve, and was absorbed into Eve's body in its entirety, only enhancing the flames burning on Ive's body.

"Boy! You're insulting me!' Ivor felt that Ilta was not enough to see the attack, so he immediately rushed in front of Ilta and slashed across the tomahawk.

Ilta immediately erected a wall of fire to resist Ive's attack, but he never expected that the moment Ive's battle axe touched the wall of fire, it completely absorbed the wall of fire, and Ive's attack was not weakened in the slightest because of the existence of the wall of fire.

The tomahawk split Iltar in half in an instant, and Ilta's death was still amazed at how strong Ivor's flames were. It's not so much that Ive's flame is stronger than I'lta, but that the strength of the two sides is not on the same level at all.

"How dare you!" Persia saw that Ivor had easily killed Ilta with anger in his eyes.

With a flick of his arms, Persia threw out two water dragons formed by the condensation of two streams of water. The water dragon tore at Iver with an astonishing momentum.

"This seems good!" Iver turned around and saw the water dragon that had rushed in front of him, and there was a hint of pleasure in his eyes. Iver lifted his tomahawk again and swung a blade of fire that split the two water dragons.

"I seem to be a little more serious about you!" Ivor smiled, cocked his tomahawk and plunged it into the ground, then clasped his hands together and silently said, "Blast it......

Persia did not know what was happening, only felt a sharp rise in the temperature around them. He immediately realized that Ivor was trying to detonate the clearing, but by the time he tried to escape, it was too late.

A pillar of fire suddenly rose from the clearing, soaring into the sky, burning everything around it......

(End of chapter)