As a devil, especially the chief student who graduated from that famous college, Kunini naturally did not have the consciousness to become a "pioneer" against evil.

However, after obtaining information about the Demon Lord from the soul of Barto's traitor, he still chose to stop the Demon Lord before Davish arrived.

So why is he so proactive?

The reason is simple: "The enemy of my enemy is my friend"; Attacking a common enemy is an efficient way to forge allies";" An ally means that there will be no attack from the other side for the time being".

It is difficult for the average person to understand the logic and the algorithm for professional indicators such as "probability" and "expectation", but this does not prevent the professionally trained Kunini from calculating the optimal strategy today.

After some complicated and tedious calculations, the Devil Count made up his mind to take the initiative to snipe the clone of the Worm Tyrant.

Of course, he didn't come alone, as Kunini also brought with him the noble mages of the Obsidian Council, a whole team of Pharaoh's Praetorian Guard, and a former "traitor" who had gone through an extremely brutal process to get back on his feet and could never betray again.

"I heard you gave her a code name," Kunini sneered as he pointed behind him, pointing to the traitorous Boy Bato, who had been resurrected by himself, while dodging Hemtar's various instant spells, "What is it called 'The Tailor'?"

Long ago, the incarnation of the Demon Lord had noticed the faces of his former subordinates.

Even though Hermtar never had any notion of beauty or ugliness because of his race, he still had to admit that the current appearance of the Tiefling female spy could only appear in the most terrible nightmares of mortals.

"What a face that is!" exclaimed even Hemtal.

It is made entirely of minced meat, and it is supposed to be the knife of the most crappy tailor himself—the messy, twisted stitches are so dense that it is completely impossible to see what the "tailor" is.

With the idea of not being out of sight and out of mind, the incarnation of the demon lord directly waved his hand, and threw out a long whip composed of blazing flames like a fly, and whipped it on his former subordinates.

In his understanding, everything was fragile—a stab, a cut, or a small piece of it from them would kill them.

Once dead, they lie there quietly until they rot, and only through some cruel form will they staggering to their feet again. But the woman completely ignored these rules. "You're dead a long time ago, you should have been lying there honestly!"

There is no doubt that the "resurrected" Tiffling spy has been blessed with the gift of the Demon Lord incarnate to be liberated once again. And the Devil's Count has already achieved his goal, "He killed my assistant, don't let this demon go on any longer!"

The noble mages who had just broken through the door, as well as the soldiers of the Praetorian Guard, heard Kunini's pretentious "roar", and they immediately felt a sense of hatred for revenge against Hemtar.

I have to admit that when it comes to playing with people's hearts, there are no creatures like the Batzu family.

Just a trick of "waste utilization" has created the illusion that he has "lost manpower". When the time comes, whether it is facing the Pharaoh or the Great Vishur, he can confidently state his contribution to the fight against the demons.

At the end of the opening overture, which he directed and performed, Kunini carefully retreated to the rear, giving up the "stage" to the others.

The soldiers of the Praetorian Guard were the first to raise their shields and rushed forward.

Although it was the first time that these elite warriors had experienced half of their lives in fighting horses and horses as their opponents, no one was afraid. They formed a solid "wild boar formation" with round shields, and in the relatively spacious bell tower hall, they struggled towards the position of Hemtar and the pigs rushed forward.

The noble mages of the Obsidian Council followed, and they were not idle, not only continuing to apply spell buffs to the Praetorian Guard combat team in front, but also cooperating with each other to carefully disassemble and counter every spell released by the Demon Lord avatar.

Even though these noble mages were actually more accustomed to brocade clothes, they were at least all spell-casting experts above the black-robed class.

Therefore, these people fought more and less, but it did catch Hermtar, who had just descended on the ash plane and was gradually adapting, a little unprepared, and many of the offensive spells that were originally like his instinct were stillborn before they could be issued.

"Damn ants!"

Because of the partial spell cast by a noble mage, Hemtar, who was reciting the spell, accidentally bit his tongue, and he glanced at Kunini, who was already hiding behind the crowd, and thought hatefully:

"Since you have fallen into the company of the devil, why do you want to stop me, could it be that this plane also wants to join Bato's camp?"

Facing the scythe-bladed sword that was already approaching him, the Demon Lord Avatar, whose body had just changed from two-dimensional to three-dimensional, and was not yet very stable, had to choose to retreat to avoid the edge for the time being.

He hurried back in the bell tower hall, the claws of his feet scraping against the marble floor. Hemtar's thoughts were even faster than his steps, and his mind was constantly thinking about how to destroy the enemy.

The previous setback in the Acid Mist Canyon plane made him begin to face up to his "cunning" object of revenge, the young blue dragon, especially now that a high-level devil had appeared, he was not sure if there was still a series of tricks waiting for him.

Of course, in order to complete his revenge in order to stabilize his clerical realm, the Worm Tyrant handed over some special means to the avatar in advance.

But Hemtar has not yet decided whether he should show his "hole cards" now. After all, the weird dragon that had given him the "ultimate art" experience hadn't yet appeared, and he couldn't rest assured.

"Now, it's not time to ......"

Hemtar admonished himself. Then he dodged again, dodging the blade of the sword that pierced through the crack in the shield wall that was forcing him like a serpent spitting out a letter.

The Acid Mist Worms, summoned in advance, went mad and desperately attacked the Praetorian Guard, trying to delay some time for their owners to adapt to the environment of this plane as soon as possible.

"Bang Bang Bang", "Bang Bang", "Bang Bang Bang", "Bang Bang Bang......", "Bang Bang

The Acid Mist Worm slammed into the shield, but was always burned by the flame shield attached to it, a positive effect unleashed by noble mages, and then shredded by the scythe-bladed sword that poked out of the shield wall.

Finally, when the last shadow cast from the two-dimensional world merged into Hemtar's body, the demon lord's incarnation finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As his body solidified so that it could collapse at the slightest touch, Hemtar finally didn't need to continue dodging, but responded with a punch.