Baptized by a rain of arrows from the Batzu Devil, a third fierce battle demon appeared after the death of the Berserker. The Tanari demons who were battering the city had finally come to their senses from the pleasure of destroying or shredding flesh with their clenched fists or open claws, and they began to use their innate spell-like abilities to fight.

The seemingly stupid Berserkers wield the Hammer of Chaos, which is what they do best. Any target bombarded by this type of spell ability is like being hit by an invisible battering ram, and only a few mercenaries equipped with life-saving enchantment equipment can survive this blow.

And that's not all, if a Hammer of Chaos can't destroy their opponents, the Berserkers will use "blasphemous words", and if the defenders with their own gods are affected by this evil whisper, they will all fall into the negative effects of the collapse of faith - the weakness of the limbs caused by the confusion of thoughts, the divine abilities granted by the gods are no longer stable. At this time, those big toad-like creatures will roar and pounce on them to taste the excitement of smashing their enemies' heads with their fists again.

Most of the time, though, before the Berserker's hammer blasts the victim's head, some spears and claws that popped up out of nowhere would take the lives of the hapless ones.

What made the berserker even more annoyed was the Flo demons who looked like big vultures, and the guys who were still dodging the crossbow arrows were actually taking advantage of the stalemate on the battlefield at this time, and the crossbowmen all went to gather fire to threaten the bigger demon and appeared in the firepower, gathered in twos and threes and circled in mid-air, dancing the "Dance of Destruction".

After two rounds of such dances, a wave of explosive energy would suddenly erupt, and this energy could cover half the size of the battlefield. All living beings other than demons would be harmed by this energy, and the defenders who had been shattered by the berserkers were sent to their own gods of faith to repent of their mistakes without any resistance.

And the whirlwinds of the tragedy, the hovering Flomos, as if they were real vultures, let out a sharp chirping, accelerated and dived, and then flew quickly, taking the opportunity to take a piece of fresh flesh and feast in midair. After that, these cunning guys did not forget to "summon demons" again, using the delicious flesh and blood as bait to get more people of the same clan to join the battle.

Patches of life are harvested like the wind mowing grass.

If it weren't for the barbed demon guards who supervised the war, the weapons and equipment distributed by the devils would be more sophisticated and reliable than imagined, and the heterotopic mercenaries standing on the city walls would not have been able to resist the repeated blows of the demon army. But even so, they couldn't hold out for long, and the demons' seemingly endless offensive put too much pressure on this front.

"Broomeyebrow" Dalton, who was wandering in the chaos, had no time to care about the lives of his men. In fact, there have been two attacks by demonic assassins who suddenly appeared and his life is hanging by a thread, but fortunately, his reaction is fast enough, his strength is strong enough, and the key is that his brain is flexible enough.

This former underworld boss always adjusted his position in time while decisively killing, never leaving the team that could have a numerical advantage in the local area - he had seen several reckless men with hard enough ideas but not very good brains plunged headlong into the army of demons, and then- there was no more.

The kung fu burst out in his hands, and he used a set of combination punches with jab gloves to once again blow the head of a vulture demon who had just swooped down and pecked at the flesh - Dalton found that the demon could not cast the area spell damage that had covered the battlefield as long as the number of people gathered was less than three. That's why he always chooses to prioritize these guys, after all, that kind of range-type spell attack can't dodge a non-caster class warrior, no matter how strong he is, and can only resist hard.

When the resistance to the demonic siege had exceeded half an hourglass, under the high-intensity battle, even if Dalton was an elite brute fighter, his physical strength was a little weak. This is not the time to be a hero, and the "broom eyebrow" boss turned his head and shouted-he had already discovered that there were some spellcasters in the guards, whether it was "Courage Magic", "Bull's Brute Force" or some other buff spell, in short, it would be of great use now.

It's just that this turn of the head doesn't matter, a situation makes Dalton's eyes can't help but tighten, and the heat caused by the sweat of the battle on his body seems to be poured with a bucket of cold water with ice. The alien spellcasters among the guards were now being engulfed by some of the more elite looking Barb Demon Guards, slowly retreating from the edge of the warband towards both sides of the city wall. The mercenary defenders of the material plane, who were holding their shields to resist the demonic attack, clamped their spears and stabbed them hard, did not notice that the number of demons who were standing behind them to supervise the battle had decreased a lot.

Words like "bait" and "cannon fodder" immediately came to Dalton's head. His trademark broom frowned slightly, he used to let his disobedient little brother do the same thing, he was very skilled, but he didn't expect retribution to be unhappy, and today it was his turn.

"Hell, you have to get out right now. "No matter what kind of cannon fodder form it is, in short, leaving this warband first is always the best choice. As soon as he thought of it, Dalton made up his mind, flashed his figure, and hid in the blind spot of the friendly forces around him. Then he swirled the top hat he had always worn in battle—the most valuable thing he had ever exchanged for from the devil merchant.

As a high-level constant enchantment, the Topper cannot shoot fireballs or release shields, but it allows the wearer to be smaller than a Halfling Child and can circumvent the power penalty of size change. With this enchanted piece of equipment, Dalton's second class became his true hole card - a master of shadow thieves who can walk between stealing the shadow and killing his enemies in one move.

This would have been impossible for a strong man like him, who was suspected of having barbarian blood and was close to seven feet tall. No amount of time he put in to practice hard could not offset the effect of his size on the stealth effect. If you can't master the art of stealth, you can't become a qualified wanderer, let alone an advanced Shadow Thief Master. And this is not a Berserker's Creed-like world, and Kang's stealth method is not sought after by wanderers.

Under the effect of the enchanted equipment, Dalton, who is only as tall as a normal person's calf, did not weaken because of this, but increased his agility a lot due to his reduced size. He cautiously slipped through the gaps where the guards stood, even on crowded battlefields, demonstrating the skill of a shadow thief in stealth.

At this time, the chain demon standing in the rear and inspecting the battlefield withdrew from the state of the old monk just now, and the cruel Batzu devil commander used the ability of his bloodline warlock to naturally throw a fireball at several berserker demons who were fighting on the outer city walls.

However, the fireball did not have the desired effect, and before it could fall on the Tanari, a huge hand grabbed it, as if it were grasping an apple, and stuffed it into the mouth of a cowardly demon beside him who was howling with a big mouth. Naturally, the cowardly demon was blown to the ground with a muffled "pop", but the initiator of all this laughed loudly at the chain demon who emitted fireballs from the city wall with a large mouth full of sharp teeth.

But the mockery of the Berserker was immediately drowned out by louder voices, and the battlefield, which had been locked in a bitter battle and the situation was tilting in favor of the demon, suddenly erupted in a series of loud explosions, and the lines of fire spread out from the cracks in the masonry of every wall. It's like a fast-growing kudzu vine, covering the entire area of the outer city where the battle is fighting.

Before the two sides could react, the line of fire turned into a spewing of flames and exploding rubble. From below, a rag of destruction mixed with rubble and flesh erupted, as if a volcano buried beneath the place had just erupted. The impact of the explosion even shook the walls of the inner city, but fortunately it was reinforced with a large number of cast iron components, otherwise it would have ended up like a collapsed watchtower.

Standing on the city wall, except for Quis and Mechanic Twenty-One, only the Chain Demon remained standing, and the other defenders, including the three ogre brothers, were shaken to the ground, so you can imagine how much damage the unlucky ones who were directly above the explosion point had to suffer.

"Art is an explosion!" the scene seemed to irritate the Chain Demon, his eyes wide open, and the chains on his outstretched arms resembled poisonous snakes vying for spitting letters, like a neurotic witch. And the purgatory words that came out of his mouth seemed to be doubling back the ridicule that the berserker demon had thrown at him just now.

"Attack, attack, attack!"