Chapter 1829: The Demon King Reappears

The wind is choking.

The clouds were thick and the light was dim. A tribal banner was blown by the wind, and the flag was stained with blood, and the blood had congealed, staining the banner into dark chunks. Suddenly the flag was blown up by the wind, and it rolled and fluttered in the air, dancing in a terrible manner. The battle flag was eventually caught by the tip of a crooked horn, and then a hand ripped the flag down. It glanced at the flag, then opened its mouth to spit out a flame. The flame was on the flag, and the flag was lit, and when it was thrown away, the flag was burned with fire. The light of the fire illuminated the beast, a firehorn demon, and a flame suddenly rose between the two corners of the firehorn, and then it sprang away, leaping over a low hill. Standing on the hill and looking down, there is a vast battlefield below.

At this moment, a bright light flashed in the sky, and the fangs of lightning pierced the clouds and landed on a hillside in the distance, instantly illuminating the battlefield. Countless figures appeared in the bright light, and they were intertwined, shouting and killing in the sky. On this battlefield, the Burning Legion is closing in, and the Flame Knights and Flame Knights are shrinking their fronts, driving the natives of the planet towards the fire of a volcano in the center of the battlefield.

In the sky, a flying beast formed an echelon to impact the birds raised by the natives, and these flying creatures were entangled like a drifting cloud. Corpses fell in the thick clouds every second, and blood poured down to the earth like clouds.

From time to time, a dazzling pillar of light exploded on the ground, which was the qi and source power released by the strong. There is no shortage of strong people among the natives of the planet, but there are also kings in the Burning Legion, and the confrontation between the groups will always explode all kinds of different colors of light.

Seen from above, around the volcano, tens of thousands of planetary natives are desperately resisting. These natives are all aliens with orcs, and the weapons they use are very ancient, which shows that the civilization of this planet is still in the primitive stage, but the source power of the natives is not weak, otherwise they would not be able to block ten times the enemy with this number of people.

But even so, the situation is quite unfavorable for the natives. If the strong who are the pillars of the battlefield are brought down, then the natives of the planet will face the end of the world.

Halfway up the mountainside of the volcano, there is a gap that has been carved out of it, and a large space has been dug out of it by the natural rock wall. It is the sacred temple where the aboriginal spirit rests, and there is a mountain road from the temple to the foot of the mountain that winds between the volcanoes. At this moment, a native with the body of a sheep was hurrying to the temple. Along the mountain path, he galloped into the temple. The hall of the temple was dim, with only two braziers illuminated by fire. In the dim light, someone stepped out, a goat-man with a beard that was almost at his feet. The alien looked quite old, but his eyes were bright.

"Great Elder." The young native warrior knelt down, buried his head on the ground in front of the elder, and said, "We can't hold it anymore, the great Chinotan has told me to spread the word that he will die with the enemy, and ask the elders and others to leave the temple immediately, and Avis, and I, Avis, will escort the elders away." ”

"What about after leaving?" The Great Elder sighed lightly, "Our land has been overrun by demons, and the people of our tribe have been slaughtered, where else can we flee?" Unfortunately, we have no escape. If I'm destined to die, then this is my only place to be. I'm sure everyone else thinks the same way. ”

"But the elders ......"

"Needless to say, neither I nor anyone else will leave, but you can send our guests away. He doesn't belong here, and he doesn't need to face death with us. ”

The Great Elder walked towards the depths, where a person sat cross-legged with his back to the Elder, as if entering into meditation. The Great Elder snapped his fingers, and the man gradually gained the breath of life, not as if he was just a dead thing like just now.

He slowly opened his eyes, contemplating the sprouts that seemed to emerge from the mud, perceiving his surroundings and feeding the information back to his brain. He stared at the brazier in front of him, and then asked, "How many days have I been sitting?" ”

"Forty days, distinguished guest. Unfortunately, we can't entertain you anymore. The demons from the Gates of Hell have attacked here, and we are powerless to resist, and death will befall our entire tribe. Now, I can only have the strongest warriors in the tribe escort you away. The Great Elder said in a deep voice.

He stood up, the man wearing a cloak woven of animal skins and cloth, his face hidden in his hat, and a few strands of silver-white silk hanging from the brim. He was only so tall when he stood up, and the light of the fire shone on him, and the figure pulled out of the ground was so long that he covered the fire, and the whole temple seemed to be hidden in shadows. He spoke, speaking in the native language of the planet, and had only just learned it, so it sounded a little awkward, but the communication was unhindered: "It's rare that you are willing to show me the divine deed for me to read, which has allowed me to bypass many problems. This has helped me a lot, and in return, I will exorcise these so-called demons for you. ”

Without waiting for the Great Elder to agree, he had already walked towards the exit. Only then did the Great Elder react and shouted after him, "Wait, there are too many demons, you can't get rid of them." This is the fate of my people, you don't need to interfere, it's better to leave now. ”

He paused and said, "No one has ever been able to let me go, if I were going to stay." No one ever dared to let me stay if I wanted to. No one can change what I decided. You can't, no one can. So what you have to do is stay here and stay well. ”

He walked out of the temple and a wind blew. He unbuttoned his cloak, and the wind blew it away, and it drifted into the void outside the mountain path, slowly drifting down the mountain. The man under the cloak had silver hair fluttering in the wind, like a jumping flame! His red pupils reflected the scene of the battlefield under the mountain, and there was no expression on his cold face. He was draped in a hideous, heavy suit of armor, and the sharp thorns on his shoulders and the short spikes on his iron gloves, all of which made people feel a faint tingling to watch.

Then he walked out of the mountain path, stepping into the void without falling off the cliff. There seemed to be an invisible platform in the void for him to step on, and the Great Elder in the Temple and the young native warrior were dumbfounded, even the strong men of their tribe could not walk the void like him. He walked down step by step, the distance became larger and larger, and in the last step, in the blink of an eye, he was already standing on the battlefield.

More than a dozen fiery horn demons rushed over.

He passed by these strange beasts and went far away.

The Firehorn Demon only fell, as if dead. It's just that their corpses are very strange, as if they have been reassembled. Some of the heads protruded from their abdomen, some of them had their arms sticking out of their mouths, and as for the inside of the corpse, it had long since become a mess.

He walked into the battlefield, and from time to time he waved a colorful light, and everywhere the light passed, the "soldiers" of the Burning Legion died strangely. At the sound of a desolate trumpet sounded over the temple, and at the sound of this trumpet, the native warriors began to shrink, and their defenses converged towards the volcano, giving up more of the battlefield.

Give way to that strange guest.

The silver man wandered the battlefield as if he were walking, and with a wave of his hand, a large number of enemies fell, and all the fallen corpses were in a state of confusion, and so on. Perhaps he thought it was too slow to kill, and he raised his hand, and the light in his hand surged. After the light faded, the man already had a war spear in his hand. The shape of the war gun is simple, the whole body is pitch black, and there are several etched symbols on the body of the gun, and I don't know what the meaning is.

He pointed his gun at the sky.

The thick clouds swirled in the sky, and different spots of light gradually appeared in the clouds, and after each spot of light, pillars of light hung down, and one after another pillars of light fell to the battlefield, and thousands of fireballs exploded on the ground near the entire volcano in an instant. The flying beasts flying in mid-air, the flame knights galloping on the earth, and the huge firelight beasts, in those pillars of light that fell down, no matter how high or low they were, they all engulfed and destroyed the fireballs detonated by the pillars of light!

The pillars of light fell more and more, and the distance between them ranged from the first hundreds of meters, to 100 meters, and then to the last 10 meters or so. With such a dense attack, there is basically no other way than to carry it hard. Defending and evasion became a joke at this moment, and those pillars of light falling from the sky considered the combat power of all the creatures of the Burning Legion.

When the pillars of light in the sky stopped falling, the earth was almost plowed. Only a few kings were able to stand. Without any suspense, several kings pounced on the man at the same time, and the man met him with guns.

The kings who had not been easily defeated by the strong men of the indigenous tribes were now stabbed to death one by one on the man's gun. In the blink of an eye, the last king was pierced through the chest by a man, and then the source power in his body burned uncontrollably, and the source fire erupted out of his body inch by inch, and he asked with difficulty, "Who are you?" ”

"Me?" The man showed a look of nostalgia, "A long time ago, I had a mother who called me Naber. Then I left her, and I changed my name so that she wouldn't find her, so now everyone calls me Sbernack. ”

"Sburnark?" The monarch had obviously heard of the name, and he was shocked, "Why is the Demon King Sbernack here......"

Then a ball of flame exploded, blowing him to pieces. Sbernack put away his war gun and said lightly: "I am not obliged to answer this question. ”

After the king's death, the remaining Burning Legions on the outskirts of the battlefield began to retreat, and they departed like a low tide. Sburnak had no intention of catching up, he glanced back at the temple, as if to say to himself, "There is no need to stay here, if the Divine Deed points to that place, maybe ......"

"I can find the answer there!"

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