Scorched Hell, the Ninth City.

When the decisive battle of the Ninth City began, in the sky, the colorful mist of shocks and changes formed by the battle between the transcendent and the high demons had never dissipated, and the light of the abyssal blood sun could no longer shine on this area, and the passage of time had no reference.

Brad couldn't remember how many demons he had killed, how many demon legions he had gouged through, how many times he had disrupted the demon camp, he only knew that he had retreated to the human wall with the Legion of Glory twice to rest, he only knew that every time he went back to clean, the blood plasma and stumps washed from the dragon mount and his body had been stained red with clear water, both enemy and his own, and he only knew that the demons that were once fierce and vicious were now only as small as ants.

This was already the third charge of the Glorious Legion, and when the galloping dragon beasts passed through the human wall, and the proud warriors strode towards the battlefield with their spears raised, countless warriors looked up at them and couldn't help but cast reverent glances.

They had a reason to revere them, as the first vanguard to stop the demon army, the Glorious Legion was the only force still galloping on the battlefield, and the others were either drowned in the demon sea and annihilated, or they were crippled and left in disgrace.

It is also because every time the demon army organizes a charge, there is this legion on the battlefield, and they slaughter in the demon sea, like a clever chef to dissolve the cattle, disrupting the demon camp, leaving them in chaos behind them, and they are too busy to take care of themselves.

The speed of the dragon beast slowly increased, Brad clenched the dragon spear on his arm, raised his head, and the blood-colored light rippled from him, and the entire legion had been connected into a whole, like a mythical giant.

Bloodshot eyes glared at the approaching demons, and the crazy and hideous monsters waved their weapons as if to show their strength. But Brad saw fear in them, he saw fear, he saw awe of the Legion of Glory.

Yes, with the bloodthirsty nature of demons, before the battle, why did they need pointless demonstrations and intimidation?

They will only roar and rush up, tearing at everything living in front of them, devouring flesh and soul, but now?

They are not moving forward, and they are even slowly retreating!

The chaotic and bloodthirsty nature could no longer suppress the fear of the legion in front of them, the blood-colored aura, the powerful knights, the charge like a torrent of steel, in these days, it was like the fear engraved in their bones, making them make the most real choice.

War is always the best stage for the growth of professionals, compared to the initial just touching some corners, at this time, Brad's comprehension of the 'Legion Knight Aura' has exceeded expectations, he is not even satisfied with simple development and use, but makes all kinds of conjectures and experiments to pursue its roots, and create all kinds of power from the roots.

In his opinion, the Legion Knight Aura is different from the transcendent elemental light, it is a manifestation of the will formed by the warriors with tenacious faith and faith, somewhat similar to the will of the plane, but much weaker.

But weakness is also relative, compared with the will of the entire plane, this weak will embodiment is naturally negligible, but in terms of individuals, if the aura of the legion knight is used well, it seems that it can obtain a lot of incredible power.

For example, since the Legion Knight's aura is a condensation of will, then agitating the elements with the will can also form a strong elemental repulsion, and this idea succeeds, so the Legion of Glory has a strong elemental resistance.

For example, since beliefs have been unified and gathered into one, their power is already like a stream of water, which can flow within the scope of the will, so it is not difficult to gather and concentrate the power in one person.

For another example, since the aura is shrouded in a whole, then the soldiers' eyes are his eyes, and the soldiers' perceptions are also his perceptions, whether it is command and dispatch, or the eyes and ears are all very simple.

In the gallop, Brad can see the fear of the devil, can see the reverence of the professional, he is very happy, because this is the glory of the legionnaires' hard work, and the Glory Legion is not the legion that only pays lip service to bragging, even in the Viku continent, where the strong are like clouds, they will eventually be remembered.

But he was also very sad, because he did not fulfill Muen's instructions after all, and he could not guarantee that all the warriors would return.

Before this battle, the Glorious Legion had nearly 900 men, and by now, it was less than 500.

There are no remnants, no wounded, and whenever a legionnaire suffers fatal damage, they will spontaneously leave the group, they do not want to be a burden, they will launch a final charge, kill a few demons for their lives, and fall in the way of the charge.

They will be one of ten million corpses, but it is they who have forged the prestige of the Legion of Glory.

As a general, beware is like a stone, but every time a legionnaire dies, Brad feels uncomfortable and becomes more and more furious, and he turns this grief and fury into motivation, and also makes the Legion of Glory more and more brave.

It's close, it's close!

The demonic camp was already close at hand, the speed of the dragon beast was getting faster and faster, and the Glorious Legion was ready to collide, but the first demon army surged to both sides like a tide, and a huge demon that was extremely strong stood up.

He had rough pale skin and an ugly head, his body was bare, revealing a body that was extremely strong, and his weapon was a huge mace, made of unknown materials, only the barbs on it could be seen stained with flesh.

This is...... Mighty Demon!

The Mighty Demon is a demon species that is extremely capable of hand-to-hand combat, their skin is immune to most damage, both physical and magical, their bodies have great strength, and their favorite thing to do is to smash the heads of their enemies with their maces and suck their brains.

They are stupid, but they stubbornly believe that this is the only way to make themselves smart.

The Strong Demon is not the bloodline of the High Demon, but the Abyss has too much uncertainty, and the Strong Demon in front of him is obviously a High Demon, his skin is more pale than the original ordinary Strong Demon, and the muscles are distinct and stronger.

He was ambushed here obviously waiting for the appearance of the Glorious Legion to surpass a level of strength, he wanted to end the legion in front of him, his cover was in place, and the demons around him cooperated very well under his coercion.

Now it's harvest time!

The strong demon raised his head and roared, his bloodthirsty eyes flashing with excitement and pride, his smugness and his wisdom and the traps he had laid, the excitement and the ability to taste the brains of the strong and the praise from the will of the abyss.

The huge mace was already raised, and the strong demon swept through with all his strength, as if he could see the human army in front of him being crushed to pieces under his mace, and he seemed to see the scene of the abyssal will dropping a reward.

In the bottomless abyss, the rewards from the will of the abyss are enough to drive countless demons insane!

The visor obscured his expression, but Brad's red eyes flashed with mockery, the trick of the high demons hiding in the demon army and charging was about to be exhausted, if other legions encountered it, it might still be a little dangerous, but the high demons slaughtered by the Glory Legion were not one or two.

"Glory!"

The dragon lance was raised, and Brad's low roar rippled around.

"Iron-blooded, undefeated glory!"

In an emergency, nearly five hundred legionnaires also raised their weapons, and their tyrannical roars masked the noise of the battlefield.

At this moment, the blood-colored brilliance suddenly expanded tenfold, and the raging power flowed like a substance, converging on Brad's body, his dragon spear shrouded in a hazy red halo, there was no elemental fluctuation, but there was a powerful coercion raging.

The dragon spear swung and condensed into a solid cross light in mid-air, this blow obviously simulated the pattern of the combat skill 'Cross Slash', but it did use the power gathered by the 'Legion Knight Aura'.

The crosses flew through, and everywhere they passed, all the demons that stood in the way, whether strong or weak, were divided into four petals, and they opened a way in the sea of demons, and the Glory Legion continued to gallop, like a torrent of steel crushing everything.

Behind them, the invincible tall and mighty demon had been miserably divided, and the bloodthirsty eyes glared at the boss, and the unbelievable light was gradually replaced by cloudiness.