A few vultures, whirling in the sky, looking down on the battlefield.

On the ground, as the tomahawk knights turned, there was a momentary pause in the tragic battlefield. The warriors looked in the direction where the central regiment was located, forgetting the demons surging around them, forgetting the pain, forgetting the blood that flowed from their wounds, and forgetting about death.

In everyone's eyes, there is endless despair.

"I'm going to kill them!"

Looking at the three hateful faces of Watts, Stevenson, and Barnes Sr., the same thought welled up in the hearts of many people.

Charles and Ansel, who almost gritted their teeth, thought so, Adolf, who was covered in cold, so did the pale-faced Elethea and Anthony, and even Nils, who had just lost his shield that had been torn to pieces in the phalanx, and was drenched in blood.

He was just a small person, not even a regular soldier.

Compared to a nobleman like Watts and a paladin like Stevenson, he was as insignificant as a firefly in the sun. Not to mention killing the other party, even approaching the other party within thirty meters was wishful thinking, but at this moment, he only had this thought in his mind.

These three people, with their naked selfishness and meanness in their humanity, have destroyed the last hope of all the people here who have fought indomitably and bloodily!

Damn them!

Boom! At this time, the demon's second attack had already landed on the light curtain of the circle.

This time, there are more demons who attack, and the attack power is stronger than the last time. Under the blow, everyone saw that the light curtain of the magic circle had cracked a crack visible to the naked eye, and the eight magic palaces in the light curtain were already crumbling. What's even more terrifying is that the elements and the power of heaven and earth gathered by the forbidden spell are on the verge of getting out of control.

I saw a torrent of colorful elements forming a chaotic storm in mid-air. The earth is dusty, covering the sky and the sun. High in the sky, the black lead cloud resembles a huge whirlpool, and lightning is winding its way away. The torrential rain fell, and endless fires rose from the ground.

A post-apocalyptic vision!

Poof! Another mouthful of blood spurted out of Abraham's mouth. His white mage robes and long white beard were stained red with blood. He closed his eyes. The body trembled in the elements of disorder, like a campfire washed by a rainstorm, tenaciously releasing the last of its heat.

Eighty percent of the forbidden spell is complete.

Abraham took a deep breath and his magic was raised to the limit. Soothed by his invisible and immense magical hand, the chaotic energies and elements regained a trace of peace from the rage. The huge light curtain of the combined magic circle was once again filled, and the magic palace stood majestically.

"Keep it up!" he said.

Abraham's voice was heard far away. All over the battlefield.

The sound was so peaceful, so quiet, like in the afternoon sun. A kind teacher caresses the top of a sleepy child's head.

I don't know why, hearing this voice, everyone's tears couldn't help but burst out of their eyes.

"Kill!"

Four royal paladins sacrificed their lives to launch a furious attack on the demons.

The leading dark blue armor knight alone dragged dozens of big and small demons, including three eleventh-level demons. His body was covered in numerous scars and blood. The realm has shrunk to less than one-third of its original size, and the battle ring has collapsed by more than half.

But he still used the riding gun in his hand to hit the demon's interception net again and again, like an eagle unwilling to lie down. Fiercely and decisively, he slammed into the cage and tried to rush to Abraham's side.

Beside him. The other three royal paladins also looked like mad tigers. One of them, a skinny paladin, who even had one of his arms broken, was still fighting frantically.

The demons around them were like straws, and they cut them down to the ground in pieces.

But even so, they were firmly besieged. A group of demons fell. More demons came up. Every step they take is extremely difficult.

Simon landed on the ground.

After a series of battles, his magic power has now dried up, and he can't even sustain the levitation technique.

He could only tilt his head and watch as the four paladins in the sky flew and circled like ferocious falcons. Coming and forth shocks. I could only watch the knights beside me, led by the generals of Adolf and Lulian, like a school of fish swimming against the current, struggling to move forward in the black tide.

"It's over. "The knights' ranks have fallen into complete chaos. A demon swooped through the gap in the crowd and lunged at the unarmed Simon. He closed his eyes.

"It's over!" Nils pulled his spear from the body of a demon and stared intently at the demon in front of him, swooping down like a ferocious beast tide. One by one, the companions around him are falling. The formation had already begun to crack, and it was submerged little by little like a collapsing embankment.

"It's over!" Adolf waved the sword in his hand, but his mind was already blank. It was as if the ears were covered by something, only a chaotic buzzing sound. He could see Fano and the other generals shouting anxiously at him, but he couldn't hear a word. The whole world is spinning.

"It's over. Eretia covered her mouth.

Flowing clouds swept over the beautiful girl's head, like cotton wool that had been torn into different shapes. The sun flickered brightly and darkly, and the world flickered and flickered.

Beneath the hills, the plains are vast. Humans and demons at war are two tangled black and white colors. A wisp of east and a wisp of west, entangled together. The flying dust, dark clouds, majestic rainstorms, and soaring fires freeze the hideous demons, the charging knights, the corpses and the flags of the firebees hunting in the wind, the final picture of the end of the world.

The demon who rushed into the protective circle is ready to start the third attack.

Under the leadership of that old demon, the bodies of the three eleventh-level demons and dozens of tenth-level demons swelled up suddenly. Their skin cracked, revealing muscles that resembled burning lava. Their claws and horns stretched rapidly, their fangs obscuring their entire face like masks.

And their breath became extremely violent. No one would doubt that with this attack, they would be able to completely destroy the already crumbling Combined Circle.

However, everyone could only watch quietly, powerless to stop it.

The small hill has become a lonely stand to watch the end of the world.

Eretia burst into tears.

In the haze of tears, suddenly, she seemed to hear something.

It was a low, but staggeringly penetrating demonic roar. The sound emanated from the red light gate and swept across the land, like an invisible shockwave, sweeping the entire battlefield...... WeChat public number ctao0202...... (To be continued.) )