"Buzz ......"

The sonic boom erupted from the body of the giant soldier beneath Moar's feet, sweeping across the land without warning.

The Avengers fell to the ground one after another with their eyes lost and fell to the ground, their ears screaming, their brains confused, their eyes blood-red, and their seven orifices bleeding.

It's just that in an instant, there are very few people who can still stand in front of Al.

Arnold, as a sanctuary, survived the force of such extinction.

Meredith gathered the power of hundreds of thousands of souls in Wave City, and it was unharmed.

The Forest Council Druid's natural power is extremely restrained by sonic spells, and after transformation, the flesh is greatly strengthened, and there is a life left.

The rest of the hundreds of avengers who came together fell to the ground on their knees, and the weak ones were directly killed by the sonic pop valley with a headshot.

Thousands of dragoons, self-propelled cannons, and melee cannons linked to the magic pool, mercilessly killing the living.

When Al found the answer he wanted, when he was no longer confused about his path, when he no longer had the last illusions about the so-called good gods of this world.

He found his true self.

"How dare you!"

"How dare you!"

"How dare you do such a vicious act!"

"Albenstock!"

Arnold was overwhelmed with grief and indignation, endless light manifested, and the earth-shattering greatsword came out of his hand.

The giant god soldier was sideways with one hand, and was split in two by the sword of the holy domain powerhouse with all his anger.

In just an instant, Arnold appeared in front of Al, who was still indifferent and bloody!

The anger that comes from the suppression of righteousness by evil and death is truly unleashed in its entirety at this moment.

"My lord is wrong!"

"Criminals have no right to ask for forgiveness!"

"What you say is right! The only way to die is to die!"

"In the name of the adjudicator, I declare!"

The demon king in front of him raised his eyes indifferently and looked at him as if he was looking at a dead man.

In an instant, time seemed to stop.

Pure darkness completely enveloped the world, and all light was hidden.

Only a cold moonlight shone on the bloody Al, becoming the only light in the world.

A full moon appears, and darkness engulfs it.

A pitch-black shadow with his back to Al turned his head coldly.

The light is gone, and the darkness is broken

As far as the eye can see, the time of death is approaching.

The dark side of the moon has a pitch-black long knife in one hand, and a bladeless heavy blade in the other, and the two swords alternately block Arnold's light, and the long sword cannot advance an inch.

Al, whose full strength had been sealed all over his body, was obviously in front of Arnold.

However, the proximity is like the end of the world.

Those indifferent eyes were indifferent, whether it was the sorrow under his feet or the danger in front of him, they could not cause him to fluctuate in the slightest mood.

Meredith, who gathered the power of tens of thousands of souls in Wave City, roared wildly and pounced on Al, who was high above.

Out of the sky came a noble man dressed in black metal armor, full of perfect glory like a god, and his burgundy eyes were as pure as gems, as if the world was not worthy of entering his eyes.

He looked at Meredith, who was dressed in black air, and his eyes showed disgust and anger.

"Unclean Dead, who allowed you to step into the king's sky!"

A golden sword appeared from the sky behind Gilgamesh, like a golden meteor falling to the earth, blasting the black-clad Meredith back to the ground. The dazzling golden light brutally purified the power of the dead, setting off the wails of countless souls.

Then countless golden divine soldiers fell, enveloping the druids who were about to move.

A handsome young man stepped out from behind Al and bowed to the king on one knee like a courtier, offering a dazzling seven-colored potion of vitality in both hands.

The Sanctuary was in sight, but the arrogant bastard turned a blind eye.

Arnold didn't know what it was, but he knew he couldn't let Albenstock get it.

However, the dark side of the moon in front of him pushed him farther and farther, not afraid of harm or divine power, formless and hidden. Those two weapons are even more indestructible and indestructible, and the place where they pass is cut in two and divided in two, and not even a drop of blood will be left.

Arnold was desperately injured and rushed over to stop it, and the Avengers on the ground didn't know what the potion was, but they were even more desperate than Arnold.

Arnold was their only hope of defeating the Demon King, and he must not be compromised here.

"Bastard, accept your fate of defeat honestly!"

Gilgamesh stood in front of everyone, and the golden divine weapons were endless, and no one could cross half a step.

Seeing that the weak demon king picked up the potion and was about to drink it, a sharpshooter on the earth who was still breathing roared, and a pair of sharp eyes appeared on his body, sacrificing the remnants of life to condense the last killing arrow, piercing through time and space, and shooting directly at the seven-colored potion in the demon king's hand.

The weakened Demon King tilted his head slightly, dodging the fierce arrows of the secret method.

The palm of his hand, along with the seven-colored potion in his hand, was pierced by this arrow.

The shooter let out a long sigh of relief and fell backwards in relief.

This potion seems so powerful that it needs to be given so solemnly by its servants, there shouldn't be a second one.

Even if he doesn't kill him, it's enough, and he can rest assured...

However, before he died, he suddenly saw that the attendant didn't care about offering a dazzling seven-colored potion, and the demon king didn't even look at him, and took it casually with a bloody and injured hand.

It was as if this potion, which seemed so important and powerful, that he had paid for the destruction of his precious life, was nothing more than a stall of gold coins.

He fell to the ground with a bang, dead and dead.

Everyone tried their best not to be afraid of sacrifice, trying to organize the demon king who was weakened at any cost to restore his strength, but none of them could get even half a step closer.

The dark side of the moon is divided into two, one left and one right. Like a wildfire, like a storm.

Behind Gilgamesh, the golden gate hung high, and the projection of the endless artifact fell, turning into a golden storm that shattered the earth.

The clock tower is central to the intelligent Durrey, manipulating an endless number of guardians to ruthlessly slay any resistance.

The demon king, who was high up in the thick darkness, finally drank the bottle of the seven-colored circulating elixir.

Calm night, gently rolling in the breeze.

Traces of magic condensed towards that man.

The wind and clouds are condensed, and the heavens and the earth are poured back.

The space shook and distorted, and the thunder flickered.

The shadows hail the return of their masters, and the darkness sings of the power of kings.

The broken Titan began to repair itself, and a pair of evil and hideous red eyes slowly opened.

The dark side of the moon was behind him, Buo put on his neat clothes, Durrey saluted and retreated, and Gilgamesh fell to the ground and folded the golden gate.

All of them humbly bowed their noble heads to the returning demon king.

What they feared the most finally happened.

This mage with strange spells, endless means, and powerful and irresistible.

Take back his terrifying power.