On the banks of the Notting River, the river is babbling.

Hundreds of knights dressed in gold-colored rune armor and exuding a murderous aura rode snow-white horses, neatly lined up outside the arena, guarding the ancient building.

They were the most prestigious Golden Iris Knights in the Empire, and it seemed overkill to carry out such a task, but none of the knights had any complaints.

The Golden Iris Knights sat on their horses, their waists straight, their eyes level, their eyes indifferent.

Suddenly, the silence seemed to be broken, and a tremor came from the plain, very slightly.

The war horse under the crotch gently scrubs the ground with its hooves.

One of the knights, who noticed this detail, gestured to the captain of the Order with his eyes, then jumped off his horse and put his ear to the ground to listen carefully.

The sound of the earth trembling became more and more pronounced, and it fell on the knight's ears, deafening.

The captain's brow furrowed, and with his extraordinary vision, he saw in the distance what seemed to be something huge moving in the direction of the Great Arena.

When that behemoth appeared in his field of vision, even if it was the veteran knight captain, his pupils couldn't help but shrink.

Demon!

"Enemy attack!" the captain let out a sharp roar, drew the sword beside him, and squeezed the horse's belly, "The whole team obeys the order and lines up." ”

The well-trained Golden Iris Knights reacted quickly and lined up in a phalanx to meet the enemy, and the cold light of their swords and spears illuminated the land within a radius of 100 meters, and even the sunlight was eclipsed.

After a few minutes, the enemy finally appeared in front of them.

At that time, a huge creature with sheep's horns and black armor carried a monstrous giant knife in its hand, exuding an ominous chaotic aura.

The knights clenched their spears, they had learned something about the Abyssal Race from the Atlas of Extraterrestrial Creature Guide, and the demon in front of them was clearly a real abyssal creature, and the most dangerous and terrifying kind.

Tismar half-squinted, carefully looking at the human army that appeared in front of him, a thousand years have not come, he is already a little unfamiliar with the laws of this plane, and it will take some time to get used to.

Fortunately, the Dark Gate provides enough magic power to allow Tismal to maintain its activity for a considerable period of time in this plane dominated by the forces of order, without worrying about being suppressed by the power of the plane.

The sound of a loud horn resounded across the plain, and with this trumpet, the Golden Iris Knights launched the first round of attack.

The silver arrows drew dozens of perfect parabolas that struck the armor on the demon's chest with precision, only to snap like a straw.

The standard crossbow arrows created by the military department looked so fragile in front of the armor made of abyss magic iron.

The dense rain of silver arrows lasted for more than ten seconds, and after realizing that the attack was fruitless, the knight captain decisively gave up his plan to attack from a distance.

"All knights, get ready for close combat, Will, you go and inform His Majesty the Emperor, and at the same time call the griffon knights, and by the way, let the Magic Guild also send dozens of magicians, this demon looks difficult to deal with. The knight captain gave the order meticulously.

"Other knights, come with me, don't let it get near the arena. The captain of the knights rushed out first.

Seeing that the commander was in the lead, the rest of the knights were naturally not far behind, dozens of hissing sounds sounded, and the knights raised their spears and rushed towards Tismar.

Hundreds of golden irises charged, and golden iron streams swept across the plains, crashing towards the demon lord who was as black as a mountain.

Even though there were only a few hundred knights, the momentum displayed by the golden iris at that moment was like a thousand troops descending, and the scene was gorgeous and spectacular.

The top ten knights in the continent are really extraordinary.

The magic spear in the hand of the knight captain led by him was burning with gray flames, and there was also a sharp sword qi attached to the flames, and the magic combined with the sword qi was so powerful that this shot was powerful enough to pierce through the rock.

And behind him, the weapons of the rest of the knights also exuded a fierce sword aura, and hundreds of sword qi converged in unison, forming a terrifying sea of sword qi.

Every Golden Iris Knight has the level of a high-level knight, and their sword qi is doubled by the bonus of magic weapons.

In the face of the tide of sword qi collectively launched by hundreds of high-level knights, even those holy domain powerhouses who were famous on the mainland were estimated to avoid the edge for the time being.

There were countless shallow and thin long grooves on the plain, which were the traces left by the tide of sword qi.

The captain of the knights was convinced that this round of charge by himself and his subordinates would definitely inflict heavy damage on this demon of unknown origin, and no matter how bad it was, it would delay until the griffin knights and mages rushed to help.

Even without the need for a weapon, the tide formed by the condensation of hundreds of sword qi could tear this demon into pieces.

Tismal raised his weapon, a massive blade shaped like a slasher, embodying a large and deep force.

Then, Tismal let out a roar that resounded through the heavens and the earth, and slashed out towards the rushing tide of sword qi.

The plains trembled, and large swaths of earth and stones were shaken, and waves spread out to both sides like waves, as if they had experienced an earthquake, and the tide of the Notting River in the distance rolled wildly, and the river swelled.

A scene that all the knights couldn't believe appeared, and the demon swung a knife that actually split the tide of sword qi that they emitted with all their might.

What a terrible power!

Tismal was very disappointed, the hundreds of people who were opponents in front of him were too weak compared to those mages thousands of years ago.

Originally, I thought that if I revisited the old place, I could meet a few strong enemies and fight happily, but I didn't expect that the sword qi attack issued by the knight group in front of me couldn't even stop me with a knife in my hand.

This made the eager Demon Lord very unhappy.

Stunned to stunned, but the Golden Iris Knight deserved to be the top knight group in the continent, and after the offensive was disintegrated, there was no sign of panic, and the spear still stabbed straight ahead.

Dozens of spears hit the demon's armor.

A faint layer of black mist wrapped around the knights' weapons, and the spears in the hands of the golden iris knights quickly rusted and weathered.

The chaotic aura on the Abyss Lord's body could not withstand an ordinary alchemy weapon?

Tismal's saber slammed into the ground, and a wide range of shockwaves swept through, and the golden irises knights in the front row, who had lost their weapons, instantly turned on their backs.

Then came the Abyss Lord's personal performance time,

Tismar lazily swung his giant sword, and most of the time he didn't even need to move at all, just mustering the chaos magic on his body to stop all the attacks.

No spear could break through the Black Mist's defenses.

The sword aura of the knights hit his armor, and it was no different from tickling.

The sword swept by, splitting a war horse in two with its owner, and flesh flew everywhere.

Witnessing the death of their comrades, the eyes of the Golden Iris Knights flashed with grief and indignation, and they desperately launched a surprise attack and adjusted their formation, but the only result of each charge was to leave a shocking corpse on the plain.

The pitch-black blade slashed down with an irresistible force, the blood continued to bloom, and the sound of bones cracking clearly echoed in the ears of the knights, and each slash meant the withering of a golden iris.

A thick red liquid sprinkled on the plains, incomparably poignant.

The Abyss Lord stepped forward without emotion, and behind him was a narrow carpet of the blood of the Golden Iris Knight.

The knight captain let out a loud shout, shook off his spear, and his body leaped into the air, and the sword turned into a white rainbow, stabbing at the only part of the demon that was not protected by armor - the face.