Above the cloud-covered sky, the black magic array became more and more condensed, and hundreds of spatial cracks about one meter long had appeared around the black ** magic array. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

A large amount of air and natural magic was slowly sucked into the spatial rift, and the spatial rift gradually expanded due to the inhalation of these magical powers.

The young man who was still arrogantly standing in the center of the magic array just now hid to the side early, watching the space crack more and more, and the smile on his face became more and more vigorous.

"It's close, it's close, all we need is blood and soul...... Keep fighting! The more you die, the better! The more blood you bleed, the better!!"

At the end, the young man let out a burst of extremely insolent laughter, which echoed in the sky for a long time.

Otave, who was lying behind the Warcraft army, moved his ears slightly, and he frowned, not knowing what he was thinking.

Seeing Asdan on the side looking at him with a little worry, Ottaf raised his head and said to Asdan: "Don't stay any longer, send all the remaining troops out in one go, and capture White City as quickly as possible!"

Asdan didn't ask any questions, it just nodded and left to give orders, looking at Asdan's back in the distance, Ottave recalled the extremely bad premonition it had just felt.

"I hope it's just an illusion on my part!" Ottaf raised his head slightly and continued to watch the battle on the battlefield.

Vanessa clenched the heavy shield in her hand in front of her, and she was forced to retreat by the fire wolf in front of her, which was constantly spitting fireballs.

After all, the Flame Wolf itself is one of the more proficient magic beasts in the middle rank of the mid-level Demonic Beasts, although the overall strength is almost the same, and even slightly higher, but the previous long battle has made Vanessa a little tired, especially in the face of the Flame Wolf in its heyday.

Tapu, who was fighting beside her, immediately swung his double axe and stepped forward, and he crossed his axes and slammed forward, pushing the wolf backwards two or three meters in one breath before stopping.

"Leave this guy to me! If you are really tired, you can go back and rest for a while, and then come back after recovering some strength!" Tapu admonished without looking back.

Vanessa responded and took a few steps back, continuously pushing forward to take charge of defense, causing her to now have little physical strength and magic left.

Vanessa, who has rich combat experience, naturally knows that if she does not admit defeat at this time, the greatest possibility is to die in the mouth of the demonic beast.

As soon as Vanessa stepped back, a gap appeared in the defensive line, and the other professions immediately stepped up.

Looking at the situation on the battlefield, Gray sighed, and then frowned, at this time there were no more than the adventurer legions on the battlefield.

Including the berserkers, who are famous for hand-to-hand combat, and the barbarians, who are known for their magic resistance, are all forced to retreat by these mid-level magical beasts that suddenly joined, and the casualty rate has increased a lot for a while.

And the legions of mages on the city walls, who were panting and even had begun to stagger, proved that they were not capable of fighting at this time.

"Legion of archers, don't skimp on your magic and start unleashing magic arrows!"

Under Gray's order, the archer legion, which had maintained a steady output, immediately began to rain arrows frantically, and colorful magic arrows fell into the herd of demonic beasts with a wail.

However, this seemingly effective offensive did not make Gray lose his judgment, and he keenly noticed that although the army of Warcraft was wailing, most of them were injured, and the actual number of deaths was not much. In addition, the monsters themselves are very resilient, and injuries are not a big deal for them.

"Did you make a mistake...... The magic arrow rain that can have a great effect on normal troops is basically ineffective against demonic beasts......"

However, despite discovering this, Gray did not ask the archers to stop casting magic arrows, after all, the effect of magic arrows is still stronger than that of ordinary arrows.

Depending on the position of the station, the angle of observation will be different, and the angle of observation will be different, and the things found will be different.

Lyles, who was fighting on the battlefield, keenly noticed that the soldiers beside him were beginning to gasp for breath, obviously having some physical strength.

Lyles clenched the long sword in his hand and let out a loud cry, and his body spun rapidly in place like a spinning top.

And the long sword in his hand was spinning, shooting out countless half-moon-shaped silver slashes, even if it was a mid-rank demonic beast that was hit by this sword qi, it was immediately cut in half.

In an instant, a blood tornado exploded in the middle of the Warcraft army, and Lyles relied on his unique magic sword technique 'Cruel Storm' to strangle hundreds of Warcraft in one go, even the Warcraft known for its bloodthirstiness were so frightened that they began to retreat slightly.

Gray, who was standing on a high place, saw this scene, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise a smile, he gently patted the shoulder of the adjutant standing beside him, and said: "Charles, this piece will be handed over to you, you can't just let the brothers suffer, I will also go down to play with these monsters!"

As soon as the words fell, Gray smashed into the army of demonic beasts from the air like a meteorite, and the air currents alone swept away countless demonic beasts.

He pulled out the giant heavy sword about two meters long and thirty centimeters wide behind his back, and shouted in his mouth: "Monster cubs, suffer death!

With Gray as the center, several steel ground thorns about half a meter long with sharp thorns emerged from the ground within a radius of 100 meters, and a large number of demonic beasts that could not react were strung together.

"This guy is too ostentatious, isn't he?" Lyles shook his head a little amused, not considering that his cruel storm was more swaggering than Gray.

"But Gray has rushed down, isn't it possible that the situation has reached this point?" Lord Morakot......

Lyles shook his head as he couldn't help but think of Astarrot, who said he was going to summon the army with sacrifice.

He didn't expect Morakot, who had always been wise and calm, to agree to such an unreasonable and even ridiculous method.

"I forgot to tell Gray about this, I should have told him, let him be wary of Astaroth, that guy is too dangerous. ”

At this time, Alales's unforgotten Astarrot subordinates paused, and then raised his head and said to Morakot, who was standing opposite him with an anxious expression: "Lord of the city, the sacrifice has been completed. ”

Morakot, who had been spinning around in place, raised his head and said with some urgency: "Oh, great, then call the army now!"

Astarot nodded, and there was a hint of indescribable weirdness in his tone: "Hey, of course it's no problem, but it's the enemy's army that needs to be summoned!"

"What......!?" Morakot froze, then shouted angrily, "What are you kidding?

Holding out a hand with dry skin and dark color, Astarott shook his finger and said, "Lord of the City, I'm not joking with you, the sacrifice is only one step away from completion. And I can't do this without your help. ”

Morakot's mind is not bad, just now he was just stunned by Astaroth's astonishing speech, relieved, Morakot said with a solemn face: "What is it? What do you want?"

Maintaining that flat tone, Astarrot stretched out his finger and pointed at Morakot and said, "It's very simple, it's your blood and your soul, Lord Morakot!"

Taking a deep breath, Morakot finally understood that Lyles was right from the beginning, and Astaroth, a mysterious guy who suddenly appeared, really didn't have any good thoughts about himself.

Looking at the silent Morakot, Astarot shook his finger and said softly: "Then Lord Morakot, do you give your blood and soul yourself, or will I take it myself?"

Morakot turned the ring on his hand, and a golden barrier immediately appeared around him, enveloping him.

At the same time, the bracelet he wore on his wrist inlaid with several large purple gems also flashed with a brilliant light.

At the same time as the bright light flashed, a circular purple ** magic circle immediately appeared under Astrot's feet, and a bright purple pillar of light shot out from the magic array, instantly engulfing Astaroth's figure.

"Hmph...... Medium-level high-level instantaneous magic, in the absence of defense, even if you haven't been able to see through your strength, but presumably you can't easily block it!"

Of course, Morakot basically listened to what he said, because he was confident that Astarrot should have turned into a pile of dust under this magic.

After a few steps forward, Morakot reached out to grab the grail filled with blood, and as he stretched out, a smile of excitement crossed his face, and the thought came to his mind: "Haha...... It doesn't matter if Astarott is dead, as long as I can get this powerful item that can summon countless demon armies, it will be enough. ”

The idea was good, but before Morakot's hand could touch the chalice, the purple pillar of light dissipated with a bang, and Astaroth, who was standing inside, looked unscathed.

The golden flat pupils stared at Morakot, and Astarot's voice was still so calm: "It seems that Lord Morakot is not very repelled by demons...... If you let your subordinates know, you'll be shocked!"

Morakot swallowed and took a few steps back, a look of horror on his face.

He said in disbelief, "This is impossible! Even if you survive, you can't even be injured at all!"

Stretching out his right hand, a cloud of black appeared on Astaroth's right hand, which continued to devour the light around him.

"I'm powerful, let Lord Morakot experience it for yourself!" As the words fell, Astaroth's right hand that rose up with black mist gently pushed forward. (To be continued.) )