"Quack, quack!" the captured crow let out a frightened cry, which completely exposed the demon on the roof of the cave to the view of the snakeheads. Rao is that no matter how sluggish these monsters are, they also realize that there has been an uninvited guest watching them in the blind spot of their vision. Ignoring the pressure from the church, the enraged smuggler jerked to his feet and began to let out a menacing roar as he stretched out his stone spear towards Kalus.

"Well, well, looks like I'm going to have to play with these friends first. The Malescent shrugged, noticing that the raven in his hand had fallen silent at the sound of his voice, confirming Krus's suspicion of the relationship between the raven and the gray-robed mage. In addition, the Demon Descendant also found a problem with the bird's constantly writhing head, its eyes, as if blind.

"Hmph, you wait here first, I'll be back right away. Krus snorted coldly, his free hand clenched his fist, and the red hellfire burned along the demonic pattern on his arm, and the demonic fire greatly enhanced the demon's physical fitness, allowing him to smash a small gap in the top of the metal tunnel with a single blow. After making sure that the gap was large enough for the crows to dwell in for a while, Krus put the crows in it, and then jumped to the top of the cave to face the screaming snakeheads.

Many people believe that the Demon's naked upper body and his light shorts can't hide weapons. And that was true, but who said that only cloth clothing could bind the deadly blade to his side?As Kalus landed in the tunnel, a long sword and a dagger shot out from the palms of his left and right hands, respectively, and the blades of the two weapons shone with a dangerous brilliance peculiar to the heat, as if they had just been picked up from the forge.

"Six little snakes, plus one big stupid one. Well, as my first battle in this boring kingdom, it makes sense. Calus smirked arrogantly, moved his neck, and pointed his long sword with a strange wavy blade in his hand at the snakeheads. When he said this, the red lines on the demon's body made him look like a terrifying demon who had just crawled out of the depths of the abyss.

The smugglers looked at each other, they had never met such an opponent. But the horror that emanated from the gap in the church told them that their god was angry. These warriors didn't know how to please their gods, so the only thing they could do now was kill the red-glowing intruder in front of them who had desecrated their sacred crypt.

"Sa!" the snakehead closest to the Demonborn let out his trademark roar, the stone spear in his hand stabbing straight into the chest of the Demonborn's shining body, and the cautious warrior didn't use all of his power in the blow because he couldn't be sure of the strength of Krus. Perhaps for an opponent of his level, such a tentative stab would not have brought disastrous consequences, but the demon in front of him was a skilled warrior, and this flaw was fatal.

The red afterimage left a strange trace in the smuggler's thermal imaging world, and before the hapless creature could tell the true location of Krus, the sword in the demon's hand had already sliced into the former's left shoulder with an elegant slash, and then split the body of the smuggler diagonally in two, the sword was so sharp that the smell of roasted meat only permeated when Krus was ready to deal with the next enemy.

"The first. "The Demon Descendant who is really in a state of battle does not shout, and there is not the slightest cynicism in the corners of his mouth, his expression is solemn and focused, like an artist who is concentrating on carving, but the difference between the two is that the sculptor's work will become a monument, but the work of Krus can only become a nightmare for the corpse collector.

"The second. Before the smuggler in front of him could react from his companion's encounter, the demon descendant stepped behind the enemy with his ghostly steps, and the dagger he held in his left hand snapped backhand, and the fine scale armor on the man's neck was as meek as butter split in two, revealing the tender muscles and veins inside.

The remaining four snake-headed men finally came to their senses when the second companion collapsed with his neck clutched, and they gathered nervously together, and formed a barrier with stone spears in front of Kalus, the fierceness of these monsters was completely invisible in their eyes, and if there must have been a sacrifice for their god today, it would only be themselves.

"Needless struggle. The Demon Descendant said contemptuously, his sword swinging, and the tips of the four stone spears were shortened, these shoddy weapons were completely incomparable to the demonic blades in Krus's hands.

"Gaha!" Realizing that the stone spear in their hand was completely unable to pose a threat to their opponents, the snake-headed people decisively dropped the barrel of their guns and took out the snake-toothed dagger pinned to their waists, and judging from the way they held the dagger, this weapon from themselves was what this group of warriors were really proficient in compared to the stone spear. After all, the narrow tunnels are not suitable for long weapons.

"It's like the saying, if you want to drink refreshing wine, you have to have a beautiful beard. When the words were spoken, the Demon Descendant realized that the analogy he had just said came from his dwarven friend, and Krus shook his head with a wry smile, his eyes flashing with a dangerous fire. "In the name of Andrei's beard, you ugly bastards are better dead. ”

With that, the red figure rushed into the four snakeheads, he came so fast, charged so decisively, as if he didn't care if he would be stopped by the snaketooth dagger on the way forward. The difference in speed proved irreparable, and the four poor monsters had not had time to wield their daggers when the Demon Spawn suddenly appeared in the middle of the four enemies.

In the eyes of the caveman giant, he only saw a red full moon, and this full moon was fleeting, and the price was the lives of his four masters. Kicking the corpse at his feet, Krus looked up at the giant cowering in the hallway, how vulnerable the fierce man was in the face of a real demon.

"You know that. The Demon Spawn shrugged his shoulders and approached the giant as if he were talking to a friend, "I hate killing people who don't have the will to resist. ”

The giant didn't understand Krus, but that didn't stop him from slowly retreating deeper into the tunnel, trying to run away and run to a place where the red demon couldn't catch up. But......

"But I hate it more than that when people look at me. The eyes of the flame suddenly appeared in front of the giant's eyes, and the two flames were so enchanting that the giant could not take his attention off him at all, until the long, red-glowing sword plunged down his brow, deeply, deeply into his little poor brain.

"Yes, that's the kind of look in the eyes. This kind of monster-like look. The Demon Spawn pulled his weapon out of the enemy's head and said coldly.