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Chapter 27

White Scales vs Black Flames

"It's you!Fillmont, are you still alive?" Marcus was stunned for a moment when he saw his old friend, and then his face darkened again, "It doesn't matter if you are dead or alive, you hit my hand, it's the same." ”

"You're still so confident, but alas, you've fallen...... Your breath is really not as strong as it was back then. Filipmon, who was standing in place, shook his head in disappointment, "I've been chasing after all these years, and finally condensed the seeds, but I didn't expect you to become like this, your body is empty, it's really disappointing!"

Shaking off the black flame, Philemon stood there with his hands on his chest, looking at Marcas in disappointment.

"It's true that my power is lost, but I have gained something new. Today, I'm going to put you to the test. Thinking of Monte, who he couldn't resist, Marcas's chest burned with endless fighting spirit.

"Hmph, I'll wait and see......" Filipmon's right hand swayed slightly, and the tips of his five fingers were connected to several nearly transparent filaments, "Difficult traction." ”

As he murmured, several terrible noises rang out from around Marcas. Then the shadow flashed, and two strong, unseemly bladed mantis rushed from his side, slashing at his neck and waist one by one, the speeding blade arm pulling out a piercing scream, and the air turbulence visible to the naked eye swung around the blade.

At this time, the Count also moved. His body twisted and swung violently as if it had been broken by a stone, and then turned into an 's', inadmissibly avoiding the sneak attack of the two demonized mantises. Then, he lifted his sword and slashed it in a circular arc behind his back, then gripped the hilt of his sword back, and slammed the blade into the ground in front of him.

"Squeak squeak......" A piercing scream came from underground. After dodging the attack of two praying mantises, he repelled a giant spider hiding behind him, and then took the lead and stabbed the beetle hiding underground.

"Hmm, that's a pity. "Still watching the lively Philippon, but it's a pity for Nunu's mouth, "You chose the wrong target, the beetle's vitality is the most tenacious, even if it is cut off, it can survive for ten minutes." Keep it up!"

"White Scales, poison!" Ignoring Philemon, Marcas slashed his hand across the blade that was half exposed on the ground, and the silver sword suddenly lit up, and the beetles beneath the earth howled again, pushing away the thick earth and burrowing up.

"Whitescale Armor!"

Countless dust drifted towards Marcas, enveloping him in layers and turning him into a cohesive silver armor. Then, he flashed into the blind spot behind the beetle and kicked the mad thing to the left with a hard step.

"Squeak Squeak ......"

The cries of several insects mingled, followed by the sound of arthropods colliding, piercing carapaces, and tearing flesh. The beetle, which was sent into a state of confusion by the poison, fell into the spider colony with great accuracy, and then went berserk to kill, and then severely injured several demonized spiders, and was brutally dismembered into slag.

'Papapa......' Filimon applauded, "Although I can't feel your power, I'm still so keen, even this spider who is good at stealth can appear." It's your gift, right?"

"White-scaled style, ring!" Marcus raised his sword over his head, aimed the tip of his sword at Philemon, and then turned sideways in a strange and unwarranted pose.

"Cut! I'm also into 'harm'!Yan Liu, Black Flame Whip!" Two serpentine flames with vertical fins appeared in Filimon's hand, and the temperature in the air suddenly increased, "You give me death!"

As Philemon rushed forward, the two demonized mantis also appeared on either side of him, turning into two black arrows and shooting away. The dust in the air suddenly glowed silver, and the small area around Marcus became hazy.

The body of the praying mantis passed through the silver dust evenly distributed in the air, and slew towards Marcas. Several rows of serrations appear around the arm and rotate sharply, like a chainsaw. This is the ability of the demonic praying mantis, with an extremely sharp serrated blade + high rotation, as long as it touches it, there is nothing that cannot be cut.

A loud bang came from the silver powder, and countless dust flew outward along the shock wave. A layer of black flame rose around Philippon's body, incinerating the silver dust close to his body, and then the two flame whips in his hand roared and bit at Marcas.

"Outside, Seyin!"

The dull sound of the strings trembling echoed in the air for a long time. Marcas burst out of the dust in an arc of light, then swung his sword into an intricate pattern in the air, shattering the Black Flame Whip in Philippon's hand. Behind him, the two demonized mantis had been reduced to severed limbs, scattered among the warm flesh and blood.

"Net!" Philippon jumped half a step back, distancing himself from Marcas.

The four demonic spiders screamed, and the webs that had been prepared in advance popped out of the ground and enveloped Makas in the air.

"Black Flame Whip, kill each other!" The two flame snakes intertwined together, turning into a strange Jiao covered in spikes, and biting into the air.

"White scales, lishi, array!" The silver powder that spread through the air shrank again, forming a translucent barrier in front of Marcus like cicada wings with unique runes written.

The Flame Monster slammed into the silver barrier, then turned into a cloud of dark red flames that scattered along the barrier, illuminating the dark night sky. The fire Jiao disappeared, and some fine cracks appeared in the silver barrier.

"Hmph, but that's it! no matter how subtle the silver vein is, no matter how powerful the talent is, it is in vain without the support of the power. Do you feel this power? Familiar? Demonized, Flamehorn Ghost!"

The black flames that wrapped around his body exploded, and then drilled beneath Philippon's skin. I saw that his skin was bulging with countless small packets, constantly scurrying around on the surface of his body, and there was a burnt smell and the sound of barbecue. The flames swelled more and more, eventually breaking through the scorched skin, revealing an ugly giant with horns on its head.

At this moment, Marcas did not stop, but ran towards the group of spiders who were constantly spinning silk and weaving webs.

"White scales, poison kill!

A breeze whipped up dust and struck the spiders, sticking to their bodies. Then, the spiders moved more and more slowly, sluggishly, and mistakenly sprayed their silk on their companions, hindering their nimble steps.

"Don't run!" the demonized Filimon stomped his foot and chased after Marcas like a cannonball.

By this time the Count had come to the side of the spider swarm, and had wielded his rapier. The sword marks carried silver poison powder, turning into silver filaments one after another in the air. Marcus danced faster and faster, with more and more thin threads, and finally surrounded the spiders.

When Marcus was finished, his little finger gently hooked the thread attached to the tip of the sword, and the quivering bass of the strings reverberated through the air again. The spiders, which were entwined in silver threads, were shattered into slag, and the hard carapace mixed with the flesh and blood fell to the ground together, mixing with the dust.

"Yan Liu, Great Flame Prison!" Philimon, who arrived later, spread his fingers wide, and then pressed down. Countless flames appeared in the air out of thin air, and then surrounded themselves with Marcas, turning into a closed flame cage.

"Demonic transformation, have you maintained your consciousness?" Marcas asked in surprise when he saw Philimon, whose appearance had changed drastically.

"Hehe, are you surprised? It's a pity that you gave up your bloodline, otherwise, I would like to try who is stronger!" The huge Philemon cracked the corners of his mouth, revealing a dense tusk of fangs.

"Inferior bloodline, this is only the most popular middle bloodline in hell, and there is no chance of even being promoted to lord. You're just a wretched creature who has been fooled......" Marcas said disdainfully.

"Hey, hey, no amount of quibbling can change the fact that you're inferior to me!Die!" Philemon grabbed the void with his left hand, pulled it back, and smashed it with his other hand into a fist towards Marcas, who was still a few steps away.

At the same time as Philip was stretching, Marcas felt that his chest was firmly grasped by a large hand, and his body unconsciously slid forward. Then, the monster's massive fist cast a shadow and slammed it down on itself.

Marcas's arms were crossed in front of him, and the white-scaled armor thickened.

'Bang!'

After the bombardment, Marcas's legs sank deep into the ground, his arms ached, and his bones cracked in several crevices.

"Fly, flap your wings!"

The body suddenly blurred, and Marcus floated backwards. Philippon reached out for it, but in vain, he grabbed the countless silver-powdered phantoms, and the real Marcus had flashed to the edge of the flame cage, staring at him from afar.

"Weak! It's really weak! The dignified white-scaled holy sword has been reduced to the point where it can only rely on talent and martial arts to fight against people. Why do you give up your bloodline? Don't you understand that power is the root of a thing? Without the power of the devil, what are you left of? These flashy silver scale powders are really not interesting!" Philemon slowly cracked the knuckles of the ten knuckles, enjoying the pleasure of playing with his prey.

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Double more or something, uh, fight for it.