The five of them had already dispersed, encircling the blood-colored flame-shrouded man. But their formation was full of flaws in Persephone's eyes, and it was no different from the hooligans preparing for a gang fight in the streets. Obviously, these people not only lack the complementarity and matching of skills, but also lack the minimum knowledge of battle formations. This is already in the category of lack of entry-level training, and in Persephone's opinion, the four capable people can't even exert half of their true combat power.

The man who came was named Motimus, and he and Persephone were old acquaintances, but they didn't have much friendship in the past. He is a seventh-order spell-like ability, subordinate to the Spider Empress, and belongs to a fairly famous ability. Mortimus is not known for his great abilities, but because his fire realm is very rare and extremely distinct. In addition, his handsome appearance was also rumored to be one of the male favorites of the Spider Queen.

Mótimus was arrogant and flamboyant. Originally, with his ability, he would definitely be a fiasco in the face of a team of five people with similar ability, but since Pariel and these people have no training at all, after a hard battle, Motimus should be able to win, and if he is lucky, he may be able to kill a few.

Pariel narrowed her eyes and said coldly, "Another nasty spider!" "It seems that she also knows a celebrity like Motimus.

"Then it's better to stomp to death." The blue-faced man Yin Sensen said.

"Chop off his arm first and leave his body behind. Maybe Parielle will still be useful! The thin man Yin said with a smile.

Even through the raging flames, Mortimus's face was iron-blue. Through the firelight, what was revealed was a deep purple. He was furious, waved his hands forward, and a crimson flame rushed towards the five of them, and roared at the same time: "You Bebraz lackeys, cloned pigs, there is no place for you in this world!" The Spider Queen will be victorious! ”

The crimson flames were powerful, but their temperature and power were quite average. However, this was not something that Parier and the others could fight lightly, and they all retreated, letting go of the range of the flames' attacks. However, as soon as they retreated, the consequences of not having a sense of teamwork at all immediately became apparent, and the retreat was uneven and uneven. Although most of Mortimus's reputation is not derived from strength, his actual combat experience far exceeds that of these rookies in front of him. His eyes lit up, his body pulled out a line of fire, and in an instant, he appeared behind a big man, and the palm of his burning flame had pressed the back of his neck!

The flame in Motimus' hand is a bright yellow!

The high temperature instantly turned the back of Dahan's neck into a piece of charcoal, and before he could scream, the burst of fire had already wrapped his body, and it was burning! Sorcery-like flames are more powerful than gasoline fires, and will not be extinguished at all if the caster's energy supply is cut off. Under the scorching flames, although the big man had a defense power as high as the fifth order, he was also burned and screamed loudly.

After listening to several screams in a row, Pariel's three people with normal intelligence reacted and counterattacked together. The consequences of not having any training were revealed at this time, if it was a person with normal ability, he would have started a counterattack at the first moment, and he would never have dragged it on for so long. After a few seconds of burning, the big man with amazing defenses had been severely wounded, at least in this battle.

Killing an opponent in one fell swoop, albeit the weakest one, also made the pressure on Motimus much lighter. He sneered, and pulled out two short scimitars from behind his waist with his backhand, and if a substantial flame ignited along the blade, it turned into two flame war knives in the blink of an eye, cutting towards the opponent. Mortimus's double knives are fierce and fierce, especially known for his speed, just watch a crimson figure between the four of Paril go back and forth, the momentum gradually grows stronger, and finally even turns into a blood-colored tornado that goes straight to the sky!

Persephone crouched quietly not far away, gathering her breath and not even carefully observing the battle between the two sides. Based on her combat experience, when Mtimus first eliminated the opponent's strongest defense, she judged that he would be able to achieve the ultimate victory. What lingers in Persephone's body now is a few simple words of conversation when the two sides meet.

The Spider Empress is already at war with Speaker Bebraz?!

This news was nothing less than a thunderclap that exploded in her ears! It's not been a year or two since Persephone became a dragoon general, and she naturally knows how powerful the Speaker and the Empress are hidden underwater. Maybe it is not as good as the three giants in terms of resources and inheritance, but the Spider Queen is overwhelming the crowd with her incredible ability, and she can balance the three giants with her own strength. And many powerful people under Bebraraz's command, both openly and secretly, can also faintly compete with the Spider Empress.

On top of that, for almost a decade, no one knows what Bebraz himself is capable of.

"Looks like a lot of things are going to be reconsidered......" Persephone's mind raced. When the two powerhouses go to war, there is absolutely no possibility of neutrality. Although it was Bebraz who deprived her of the general, the political zhì is the political zhì, and in the eyes of the upper echelons, there is no completely irresolvable contradiction between her and Beblaz. And Persephone is naturally one of the upper class figures, and has the wisdom of the upper class, so she naturally understands this. Perhaps the only one who can remain neutral is Admiral Morgan of the Dark Dragoon. But this neutrality will certainly not last long.

Another important reason she couldn't hide was her deep anxiety, her anxiety about Mortimus.

Persephone had never liked Mortimus's style and was not at all optimistic about his fate. In her eyes, if it weren't for the terrifying power of the Spider Empress, Motimus would have known how many strong people he had provoked and how many times he had been killed. Even on the battlefield, the commander will look at the face of the Spider Empress and go to great lengths to assign the most suitable mission for Mortimus. For example, although Lieutenant Colonel Julio of the Dragoon Headquarters is not strong in combat, he is a rare talent in arranging tasks and commanding battles, and he is a rare person with strategic vision in Dragoon. It can be said that every time the Dark Dragoon gives a task to someone like Mortimus, he carefully plans it, and it takes several times or even more than ten times the time and energy of ordinary tasks.

If it weren't for that, Motimus wouldn't have survived at all.

On a truly sinister battlefield, a guy like him who condenses a blood-colored pillar of fire when he has nothing to do is completely a light in the night, and a crow in the snow is the most obvious target. Persephone had a way of destroying him easily. For example, cover the bombardment with heavy artillery, or mobilize a large number of snipers to saturate the sniping.

"If it's Sue, one shot will blow you up!" She thought to herself, smugly.

Anyway, her instincts were telling her that this time Motimus would end badly.

The battle ended in a matter of minutes, and with the exception of Pariel, who was half-burned, managed to escape, the rest of the powerhouses were engulfed in the flames of Mortimus.

Looking at the charred corpses, Mótimus turned from a sneer to a loud laugh, and the flames rose again, rushing up more than ten meters into the air, as if he was demonstrating to the enemy in the distance, near and wide, in the open and in the dark.

The demonstrations were effective.

There was suddenly an extra blood hole in the heart of Motimus's eyebrows, but a large cloud of blood mist burst out from the back of his head! His expression was stunned, his body stiffened, and he slowly collapsed. Until he fell to the sky, Motimus's expression of disbelief never changed.

"Idiot!" Two silent comments rang out at the same time.

One was in Persephone's heart, and the other was a sniper who had just released the trigger.

P: It's a little less, but it's starting to happen.

[Ti: Dear book friends, the current chapter has reached the last page of the book]