"Uncle!"

"Boss!"

Different from the horror of the demon general, Allen and his party all showed a look of surprise on their faces.

Heinrich is undoubtedly the core and leader of their adventurous team, and if something happens to "Ron", then the final result of their team will only stop at killing a magic general.

Ron looked down at Asmantis, Louise was right, the current demon general is already at the end of the crossbow, and the demon general who appeared in front of them at the beginning is no longer as elegant as a human gentleman, and at the moment of life and death, as a demon spirit, the fierceness in his bones has been re-revealed.

"You are the elite of the human race. Asmontis suddenly stretched out an arm, grabbed his other mutilated wing with sharp claws, and directly tore it off with force, "Human, what do you see in my illusion?"

Ron couldn't help but sneer, "Why should I tell you?"

"I admit that you are powerful, but I don't want to deny my own abilities. Before you, no human has ever been able to break free from my illusion, and it is the magic of my entire doppelganger. Asmantis looked around, and a hoarse laugh burst out of his throat: "Don't you mind putting down your weapons first? Don't you realize that this is my space, this is my courtyard?

Ron looked at the Demon General, the latter's words were already a little incoherent, and now Asmantis was undoubtedly a pathetic.

"A war. Ron suddenly spoke: "Your illusion is very real, I can see the sacrifice of my comrades, the stray arrows fly past my scalp, blood can be sprayed on my face, and this is a war that I have personally experienced, I have a certain resistance to the spells of the illusion, or almost sank, you are worthy of being the best at illusion." ”

Ron's voice echoed in the empty pit, Asmontis looked at Ron in a daze, since he became a high-level demon spirit and had a strong spiritual intelligence, what he has been pursuing is to have the ultimate beauty and real environment, but he didn't expect that his most proud environmental ability was actually defeated by a group of self-righteous guys who broke into the demon spirit space alone.

"Asmantis, where are those church saints you caught earlier?" said Kellan, his voice trembling a little from extremely complicated emotions.

"Why should I tell you?" a sinister smile appeared on Asmantis' lips, "Your strength has not been recognized by me. ”

"Even if you don't say it now, we can kill you and find them later. Alan suddenly spoke, "And, if my guess is correct, these hostages should be in the back of here." ”

Asmontis was silent for a moment, and then nodded slowly: "However, the physical strength of these hostages is different, and some of them can no longer withstand the violent magic power of the demon spirit when they are breeding, and they have died......

"Beast, you go to die!"

Before Asmontis could finish his sentence, Brighton took a sharp step forward, his sharp sword stabbing into the former's chest.

"Hmm!"

Asmantis's throat made a muffled sound, his body trembled violently, the light in his eyes faded, and his body fell to the ground heavily, and a spar with a shimmering purple halo slowly appeared in the part of his head.

"This is the Demon General's Origin Demon Crystal, this guy is dead. Louise whispered, "Hale, put this thing away." ”

"Origin Magic Crystal ......" Ron held the spar firmly in his hand, except for the cold and hard touch, Ron couldn't even feel the fluctuation of magic power: "This thing, it looks very ordinary." ”

"Ordinary?" Louise couldn't help but roll her eyes: "If this thing triggers the energy inside to explode, it can turn half of Joseph City into nothingness." ”

"Then this Asmantis, why don't you take the initiative to detonate?" Alan pressed the brim of his hat.

Ron gave the fallen demon a deep look, and if the latter's status as a demon spirit was ruled out, it was a worthy opponent.

"Without further ado, let's go and see how the hostages are doing. ”

Before Ron could finish his sentence, Kellan rushed to the front and ran towards the cave in front of him.

......

Godin waved his whip, and his horse galloped across the shallows of the river, his hooves falling and making a splash, and out of the corner of his eye, Godin could see his pursuers getting closer and closer.

The mount under his crotch snorted a few times, Godin could feel his horse slower and slower, he hadn't rested much since the departure from Boer City, and he could still hold on with his willpower for a while, but the horse was already a little overwhelmed.

Godin's heart sank, he was not afraid of death, dying on the battlefield was something that every knight who longed for glory wanted, but what he hoped for was to delay a little more time and leave as much time as possible for Boer City to prepare.

Godin jerked the reins and lightly kicked the horse's belly with his saddle boots, the horse slowed down and turned slightly, Godin let go of the reins, grasped the saber with one arm, and waited quietly for the cavalry behind him to arrive.

The huge cavalry team slowed down, and the officer at the head raised his whip and signaled the team behind him to stop marching, facing such an enemy who seemed to have given up on fleeing, they naturally would not go up directly to cut off the enemy's head.

Godin had been a soldier of the Duchy of Noah for a long time, and he asked himself that he could at least recognize the army of any country in the Deathfjord, but the team in front of him gave him a strange feeling.

The strong physique of the war horse and the thick mane are different from the short-haired horses here in the Death Fjord, the knights on horseback are wearing close-fitting soft armor, this specification of light horsemanship, completely for the formation of troops for long-distance running, although he has not yet fought with the other party, Godin felt a chill from the soles of his feet directly rushed to his head.

This is definitely not the army of the Fjords of Death.

Godin swallowed a mouthful of saliva with difficulty, and even the horse under his crotch seemed to feel the strange quiet atmosphere before death, and snorted uneasily.

"You're a scout of Bol City?"

The cavalry on the opposite side quickly consolidated into a neat queue, and the knight at the head slowly walked out of the queue, showing his command knife, the blade reflecting the sun's rays.