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"Smond, lead the whole staff to start retreating!" After hearing Diablo's instructions, Smond did not hesitate for a second, and immediately began to gather his troops and retreat quickly.

At this time, the demon army showed that it was more powerful than the normal army, and after Smond's order, even the demons who were charging and fighting on the front line immediately retreated quickly without hesitating for a second.

Seeing the demons retreating, Heinrich was too late to be happy, so naturally he would not intervene to stop them.

And these demon armies also withdrew to the black gate one after another in just two or three minutes, and then quickly entered and returned to the abyss.

Looking at the two Himmler brothers standing firmly in front of him, Smond nodded and said very seriously: "You two are very strong! It's the first time I've seen a professional with such a tacit understanding, if there is a next time, I won't keep my hand anymore." ”

As he spoke, Smond jumped backwards and retreated to the black gate, then got in, watching the spatial crack in the sky get bigger and bigger, Diablo also slowly walked towards the black gate.

"Boy, although I don't know how you gained this level of strength, but I recognize your strength, if you can survive, fight again next time!"

As he spoke, Diablo's figure twisted for a moment, then turned into a dark red light and burrowed into the black door.

After Diablo entered, the black gate gradually closed and sank, and in the end, all that remained on the battlefield were countless mutilated corpses.

Heinrich had a somewhat bitter smile on his face, and although he should be happy to have won the victory, the number of soldiers who died in this battle was too many.

Only half of the 100,000 superior legions remained, and the defenders of White City were almost completely killed.

The lowest casualty rate is Wight's makeshift legion of adventurers, who have a wealth of combat experience and are better versed in keeping their lives alive than soldiers.

Raising his head, Heinrich looked at the magic array in the sky that suddenly became a little wrong, and thought with a little worry: "What the hell is going on with that magic array? If there is a legendary powerhouse who can ...... at this time"

Thinking of this, he lowered his head to look at Cyril, who had been standing on the battlefield without moving, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Isn't that one a legendary powerhouse, but what is he thinking? Could it be that he is also thinking about this magic array?"

Heinrich is simply thinking too much, and now Cyril has lost most of his sanity.

He stood still, just because he didn't know what to do next, after all, the enemy he had to deal with was gone.

Standing motionless in place, Cyril maintained this position for a long time, had reorganized and shrunk his troops, and began to prepare to enter the city, Heinrich thought about it for a while, and planned to go and discuss with Cyril who was standing in place to see if he could do anything about this magic array in the sky, such as destroying it or something.

However, just as Heinrich had just come up with this idea, a new anomaly appeared in the magic circle.

The dozens of hundred-meter-long spatial cracks that appeared around the magic array began to gradually connect, and then, as if swallowed, a constantly rotating vortex appeared in the air below the magic array.

This vortex kept absorbing the surrounding spatial cracks and became larger and larger, and finally the vortex slowly solidified, accompanied by a sound of glass breaking, and the space below the magic array shattered, and a deep darkness appeared.

Staring wide-eyed at the black space that seemed to have broken through the barrier, Harrow had a very ugly expression on his face.

"It's over...... How could it be this guy?"

In the depths of Dragonland, a very old-looking dragon crouches at the mouth of a cave. At the moment when the space shattered, it suddenly opened its eyes, and the endless light that emanated from its eyes even suppressed the light of the sun in the sky.

"How...... How could this seal be broken?"

At the top of the sky, where no one can see, float three floating islands of different heights and sizes, each with a building that looks like an antique building.

At this time, there were several people sitting around the building of the floating island in the middle, and it seemed that they were discussing something.

"Then let's report on it...... What's going on!?"

The people who were discussing the matter suddenly turned their faces together, and then they all turned their faces to the north.

"No! this breath ......."

At this moment, in the very center of the sun hanging high in the sky, a long sigh came: "Ah...... Does it still come out? It seems that of course the Chinese New Year should find a way to eliminate you, instead of sealing it up...... Apophis ......"

Coming out of the black space beneath the magic circle was a large mass of creatures wrapped in black air currents.

It is long and thin, and looks like a snake or an insect, but the black mist is too thick to see its true body.

The black air swirled in the air for a moment, then landed on the ground, landing right in front of Cyril.

"Boy, boy, can you hear me?" Gandora's anxious voice echoed in Cyril's mind.

However, at this time, Cyril, who had already immersed all his consciousness in the depths of the spiritual sea, was indifferent to this level of calling.

"Tsk...... This kid is quite deep, and he has to find a way to get him out. ”

The creature that landed in front of Cyril and was enveloped in black mist twisted a few times, and then its shape changed.

After the black mist cleared, what appeared in front of everyone's eyes was a man who was about 1.7 meters tall, looked very thin, and was wearing a black close-fitting robe.

His face was extremely pale, except for his skin, his clothes and hair were black, while his pupils were pale white, and he looked almost the same as the whites of his eyes.

When he felt the vague but powerful magic fluctuations in his body, Cyril, who was standing opposite him, immediately assumed a posture of raising his hand to attack.

The skinny man walked unhurriedly towards Cyril, but only the most basic fighting instincts were left for Cyril, and when the skinny man did not attack, he still just stood in place.

Grabbing Antrysta who was standing beside him, Hero said with a very anxious face: "Quick, hurry up and get Cyril out of there, that guy is dangerous!"

"Do you recognize that strange fellow?" asked Andrista, a little puzzled.

Harrow nodded first, then shook her head again, looking at Androsta who was still standing still, she said urgently: "Now is not the time to talk about this problem, hurry up and let Cyril get out of there, that's not a character that can be dealt with at the legendary level at all!!"

Andrista turned and stood beside the walls and shouted, "Cyril, get out of there, that guy is dangerous!"

But even as she screamed in her throat, Cyril remained in that position, motionless.

The skinny man took a few steps forward, and when he saw Cyril still in front of him in an attacking stance, he let out a strange snort in his throat before waving his hand at Cyril.

Cyril's sword stood in front of him, but even so, when the thin man's seemingly light slap slapped on the sword of desire, it knocked Cyril upside down and flew out.

Flying across the battlefield in one go, Cyril's body slammed into the city walls with a low muffled grunt, and Cyril burst out with a circle of intense magic that blew away the rubble around him. Then he jumped down from the wall, twisted his neck, and rushed towards the thin man.

After being attacked by this thin man, Cyril's heart swelled with a strong thirst for power.

Although Cyril had nothing left to ask for in his body, the Sword of Desire gave him some power and magic in return.

The long sword wrapped in black ** power swung out heavily, and the power of this blow was no less than the full force of the blow against Diablo just now.

However, after the sword was smashed, the thin man only raised one finger and easily blocked the sword.

Fortunately, Cyril was not conscious at this time, otherwise even the strongest warrior would have encountered this situation, it is estimated that it will be difficult to continue fighting.

The skinny man didn't seem to have much interest in Cyril, but after Cyril pestered him three or four more times in a row, he finally drew his anger out.

The thin man's body flashed in front of Cyril, and he put the two fingers of his right hand together and lightly tapped Cyril's chest, and Cyril flew backwards at the same speed as before, and slammed into the city wall, leaving a deep pit.

"Boy!!" Gandora, who had dived into Cyril's spiritual sea, let out a roar of rage, and Cyril, who had fallen into a deep sleep, immediately woke up.

"Lord Gandora, what's wrong? Did I defeat Diablo?" Cyril, who had just come to his senses, couldn't take over his body directly, so he couldn't see the situation outside.

"Ah...... Although it was successful in forcing Diablo back, a bigger problem has now arisen......" Gandora said in a deep voice.

"What, what's the problem?"

As soon as he asked, Cyril felt a powerful force tear his spirit body out, and then he returned to his body. (To be continued.) )