"The gods of Egypt have abandoned you, why should you prevent the coming of the Lords of Hell." A wisp of black smoke streaked through, and the wizard of hell appeared out of thin air on the vast ground.

It wasn't the Troll Market anymore, it was the outside of the Troll Market, on the roof of a building, and Immorton was already standing across from him.

"The great Egyptian gods never forsaken their people." Immorton held the Black Book of the Dead in his hand and was compassionate, "When his people are in trouble, the gods of Egypt will come." ”

He is right, although the Egyptian gods have left this plane and no longer even look here, the divine power that the Egyptian gods have inscribed into the rules of this plane is still working, and as long as certain conditions are met, the Egyptian gods will come.

"But His Highness Azazel, the great monarch of hell, is about to come, and those who do not take refuge in him will be dead." The wizards of hell are still admonishing.

"No one can stop the coming of His Highness Azazel, the Sovereign of Hell, not even your Egyptian gods."

"You can't shake my faith, even though it's not religious." Immorton said: "Instead of struggling here, let me see what you are capable of, and forget to introduce it." ”

"The Black Book of the Dead in my hand is an artifact that has been passed down from generation to generation by ancient Egyptian priests."

The Wizard of Hell was silent for a moment, then held up the Black Magic Book and said, "The skin of the devil, the blood of the angels, and the filthy divine power of the evil gods have built this black magic book. ”

"It's a book I brought from hell, and it belongs to the Lords of Hell."

The wizard of hell did not say anything about the monarch's name.

Immorton looked at the wizard of hell thoughtfully.

"Sandstorm." Immorton was the first to strike.

There is no desert here, but Immorton has created a desert in an environment where there are no grains of sand.

"Death Finger."

A finger stretched out and aimed at Immorton, the fingertips swirling with black light, and the soul of the dead wailed.

Death Finger is a very high-level spell in the dark arts, and its effect is instant death.

The so-called instant death is a kind of probability surname magic effect, when you are hit by this magic, either there is no damage at all, or you die directly, there is no third option.

Originally, the Finger of Death required at least the strength of the 'gold' realm to be able to cast it, but the Hell Wizard used the strength of the 'silver' realm to directly use the power of the Black Magic Book.

The finger of death struck Immorton without any suspense, and Immorton's body gradually aged, turning from a middle-aged man to a pale old man in the blink of an eye, and then turned into gravel and disappeared into the desert.

"Death Finger?" The sand condensed and slowly turned into Immorton's face, "A very high-level magic in the dark arts, I heard that even a giant dragon will die once it is hit by a finger of death and has an effect, but in my opinion, this magic is a bit exaggerated. ”

The instant death effect of the Death Finger is not exempt, and even dragons that are nearly immune to magic will die without suspense if they are hit by the Death Finger and have an effect.

However, the instant death magic effect cannot be exempted, but it can be transferred, in the Black Book of the Undead, there are a variety of magic that transfers the magic effect that is unfavorable to him, and Immorton just now, transferred the instant death effect of the death finger into the sand.

The grain of sand was originally lifeless, without even a soul, it was a completely dead thing, and the instant death effect of the death finger worked on it, which is equivalent to not working.

"I'm underestimating you." The Wizard of Hell whispered.

"It's underestimating the magic of our ancient Egypt." Immorton said: "The brilliant Egyptian civilization is not inferior to you forces from hell. ”

……

Thunder and the demonized trolls have been fighting, fighting outside, and I don't know how many houses, walls, stalls, ...... have been broken.

The fight between the two of them is very simple, you punch, I punch, fight each other, and it looks like a joke.

But this is not a joke, but a real fight, every punch, a person flies out, the weight of the fist, you can imagine.

Boom!

Thunder's body flew out again, and soon, he got up from the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, "It's quite strong!" ”

Thunder is not worried that he will lose, he never thought that he would lose, even when facing the Scorpion King, he can fight again, in the battle, he will definitely not lose.

"Roar!" The demonic troll rushed up and threw a punch, the fist roared, and the huge force even burst the air, making a crackling sound.

"Good time." Thunder also punched out, hard hit.

Boom!

Two fists, one large and one small, are put together.

Thunder felt like he had hit a steel wall, and was pushed back by the forces from above.

But he didn't admit defeat, he walked up and threw his fist with all his might, "Come again." ”

Boom!

The two fists collided together again, and the demonized troll's body just shook a little, and his footsteps didn't move, but Thunder took a few steps back in a row, and the fist in his hand was also numb.

But he doesn't care, the meaning of his life is to fight with others, to use the enemy's blows to taste the feelings, not to die of old age in this world of flowers like others.

It can be said that death in battle is the destination he pursues.

"It's been a long time since I've been so happy, and Lin Guodong, and the Scorpion King, and now it's with you, the three of you make me the most happy." Thunder clenched the bones, and the bones crackled.

Lin Guodong is the one who is in the iron cage and fights with Thunder to the end.

At that time, Lei Ting lost consciousness for a while, and only relied on a belief to punch and collide with Lin Guodong, and what they competed with was no longer **, but will.

In the end, the thunder still won, overwhelming Lin Guodong with his own will, and overwhelming Lin Guodong's ** with his own **.

That battle was his most tragic battle, his most dangerous battle, and the battle that made him feel refreshed and even tirelessly pursued.

"Let's do it again."

Thunder swings his fist and collides with demonized trolls, colliding hard and bullying the strong.

Boom!

The demonized troll did not move, and Thunder continued to retreat.

Boom!

The demonized troll stood unsteadily, took a step back, and Thunder followed suit, but not as many steps back as last time.

Boom!

The demonized troll took three steps back, and the power of his fist was much less, only knocking Thunder back two or three steps.

Boom!

Another punch, the demonized troll finally couldn't bear it, his strength plummeted, and he was beaten to the ground by a thunder punch, on the other hand, the thunder became more and more vigorous, and one punch was heavier than one punch.

"Let's do it again." Thunder walked up to the demonized troll in two steps, grabbed his wrist with his left hand, pulled hard, and smashed it down with a punch with his right hand.

Two fists, one large and one small, collided in the air again.

Hum!

The demonized troll snorted, his fists trembling slightly.

"Good." Thunder said excitedly, continuing to wrap his fists and fight himself.

One, two, three...... Thunder and demonized trolls are frantically fist-fighting, and Thunder is like a man who wants to be dissatisfied, venting his energy in a frenzy.

And the demonized troll is very miserable, at the beginning, the demonized troll was just snorting, and by the end, the demonized troll was already screaming.

On his big fist, there was a small fist mark, and the bones inside were broken by smashing.

This was smashed by the thunder, and the thunder punch was heavier than the punch, and he was one punch lighter than the punch, and the strength was one and the other, and he could no longer fight the thunder.

"Useless waste." Thunder snorted coldly, lost interest, and the pleasure that had arisen just now disappeared all at once, and his fist fell on the head of the demonized troll like raindrops, beating him to death.

……

"My brother." The white elf princess Nuara covered her mouth with one hand and her chest with the other, and a bright blood flower bloomed on top of the palace princess robe.

"My sister, you don't need to care." Ignoring the wounds on his body, the White Elf Prince Nuada looked at his sister with pity, "I won't let you die, just as I won't let myself die." ”

Chen Xu didn't move, he couldn't kill the White Elf Prince Nuada for the time being, because he needed the White Elf Princess Nuara to help him do one thing, to subdue those magical races outside.

These magical races that follow the demons of hell to the human world are essentially heterogeneous creatures, and they possess a variety of brilliant civilizations, like magical runes at the entrance to the troll market.

That kind of magic rune that can absorb the energy of the elements of heaven and earth is a real pollution-free energy source, better than any nuclear energy, and it is truly pollution-free.

In fact, human beings are also using the elemental energy of heaven and earth, wind, tidal, geothermal, and solar energy...... They are all examples of using the elemental energy of heaven and earth, but the use of the elemental energy of heaven and earth by human beings is like a child compared to magic runes.

Chen Xu wants the knowledge of these magical races and their civilization.

"White Elf Prince Nuada, I'll let you go this time." Chen Xu put away Jin Feng, and there was a feeling of looking down on the world, which made people worship.

"But I'll take the spear of Longinus as a trophy, and if you think your Golden Legion can sweep the world, then go find it!"

"Trust me, I'll crush your faith."

Chen Xu took the spear of Langkinus from the White Elf Prince Nuada, walked in front of the White Elf Princess Nuala, bit her fingers, and fed her blood, "I said, I came with good intentions, I hope that your magic race can cooperate with me, I promise you, promise to give you a place to live, so that you can reproduce." ”

Blood flowed into the mouth of the White Elf princess Nuara and burrowed into her body, repairing the wounds in her chest.

She looked at Chen Xu blankly, deaf to the blood flowing into her mouth, she just used her voice smaller than a mosquito to ask, "Why didn't you kill him." ”

"There's no need to kill him, the Golden Legion, it's not as strong as you think." Chen Xu grabbed the princess with both hands and picked her up, "You have more things to do." ”

"Something."

"My pact with the magical race." (To be continued.) )