Influenced by the legal spells released by the Devil Count, the entire eleven Iron Knights who were flying in the air all fell into a state of stupor.

Although it didn't last long, the noble mages seized the opportunity and launched a ferocious spell attack.

"The Iron Riders are immune to lightning and toxins," Kunini shouted, "Don't waste your chance, they'll come to their senses soon......"

It's an old rival of the devil, and the Batzu clan knows the characteristics of the general Tanari in great detail. Under his reminder, the mages of the Obsidian Council cast some targeted spells.

After a moment's effort, the Iron Rider Demon who rushed to the front "involuntarily" became a shield for his teammates, and was attacked by many ruthless spells, and hated on the spot.

Of course, as an evil demon, being killed on the physical plane does not mean real death - he was only given a "return ticket" to the bottomless abyss, but no demon is still willing to endure such an unfortunate encounter.

Not to mention, this means that it loses the precious opportunity to devour the fresh flesh and soul of mortals, and after returning to the abyss and crawling out of a certain pool of blood, the demon will become weak and even degrade.

You know, in the bottomless abyss, weakness is the original sin.

The weaker the demon, the more likely it is to become a delicacy on the recipe of the same kind, and a stepping stone on their path to strength. Therefore, no demon wants to suffer on the physical plane.

Frightened by the spell fire, the remaining Iron Riders quickly woke up from their sluggish state. They all stepped into the air, trying to avoid the attacks of the noble mages.

"Shameful retreat!"

An angry roar came from the void, and a long whip made entirely of flames burst through the air, lashing hatefully at the Iron Hoof Demon as it scurried around.

The "crackling" whipping sound was loud, and many of the Iron Riders showed charred whip marks on their bodies, letting out the "Herod" hiss and howls of pain.

The "Chief" of an extraordinarily large Iron Rider Demon finally broke into the world of ashes from the bottomless abyss with a lot of effort.

In an instant, the temperature in the entire bell tower hall seemed to have risen a little.

He was clad in armor made of lava steel, and he held a whip in the palm of his huge armor that struck with lightning every time he swung it. His chest and shoulders were so wide compared to his body that even the most powerful warrior would be overshadowed in front of him. Where there was no armor to obscure it, pure flames erupted from his scaly demonic body.

"Retreat!"

Kunini reacted immediately, and from the appearance of this Iron Rider Demon Leader, he roughly judged that most of the other party had the blood of the Barlow Flame Demon, and most of such demons had roots in the bottomless abyss, and their strength was much stronger than that of their kind.

In fact, the Devil's Count was right.

This Iron Rider Demon Commander is indeed a descendant of a Barlow Flame Demon, and with his half-blood advantage, he has built a hunting camp of his own in the bottomless abyss, and as a mercenary, he directly serves the various city lords of that abyss plane.

His name is Pajon, and the Abyssal Plane where he exists does not yet have a demon lord to rule, but twenty-four cities are in their own hands. In the abyss, there is never peace, and cities are at war with each other every day.

The chaotic battlefield is the most suitable hotbed for the Iron Rider to thrive.

They may be loyal to a city lord today, and after receiving their pay, they will be able to switch to another employer tomorrow.

Anyway, as long as he can kill, the Iron Rider will never be confined to ridiculous "loyalty".

Paron led his clan to roam the plane for thousands of years, and as he continued to kill, the Iron Rider became more and more powerful in his own right. Even an ordinary Barlow Flame Demon is no longer his opponent.

Feeling the call of the Worm Tyrant, the feeling in the dark became stronger and stronger, and the overlord of the side felt that this was an opportunity: to serve a demon lord, and to be able to go to the material plane to carry out a grand slaughter.

He felt that there was a good chance that he would be rewarded by the abyss when he returned.

Whether it is directly elevating his own rank or giving himself this body more powerful power, he can get one step closer to the end of his ambition - to become the demon lord of his own plane.

Therefore, the Iron Rider Commander immediately organized his manpower, and he even spent part of his own strength in order to be able to get more of his subordinates, up to a complete battle formation, to reach the Ash Plane.

But before he could come, before he could personally command the battle, an eleventh of this power was wasted.

How could this not make Paron angry?

Of course, even more indignant were the mortal spellcasters who stood in the way of their own ranks.

"Won't you learn to die obediently?"

As soon as he arrived, the Iron Rider Leader sent out a long greeting full of foul language from the lower realm, "Cowardly two-legged sheep, vile erect creatures, maggots who will never learn to fight decently......"

It's a pity, after staying in the abyss for a long time, it will be somewhat lonely and unheard of—how can mortals understand the abyssal language?

With the exception of Kunini, these insults from Pajon were nothing more than a wild roar to the ears of most of the Obsidian Council mages.

Besides, since they had already received the Speaker's instructions, they didn't want to fight the almost full Iron Rider Squad here, so no one paid attention to Pajon's words, but instead took advantage of the time to prepare more spells that might be used when retreating.

"How dare you ignore me," locking onto the mortals in front of him with a fiery gaze, the majestic and terrifying Iron Cavalry Demon Commander gritted his teeth and ordered his subordinates: "Wedge formation, heavy cavalry impact, let them see the military strength of the Commander of Paron!"

He turned his head and raised his whip and slammed it on the ground, the moment the powerful weapon hit the ground, dazzling lightning slashed across the marble floor. When the lightning flashed, the ground lit up with fire, and the orange-red flames burned more and more, and soon they were connected.

The fire spread, turning into a long carpet of blazing flames. Seeing the long carpet of flames taking shape, the Iron Knights under Pajon's command immediately became excited, and their hooves scrambled to pass above the flames before charging the noble mages again.

The flames ignited first their hooves, then their entire bodies, but amazingly, the seemingly hot flames did not burn the bodies of any of the Iron Knights, but instead formed a shield on each of them.

At this time, most of the noble mages had already prepared the evacuation spells: "Dark Spell", "Mist Spell", "Foot Oil", and some of the more powerful ones had prepared teleportation spells for themselves that were about to be triggered.

"Decree: Silence!"

Pajon's forelimbs were raised high, and the clawed paws of his hooves fell instantly, cracking the marble floor and smashing into two shallow pits.

At this moment, many noble mages instantly panicked, and the spells they were chanting and were nearing completion suddenly stopped.