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Geralt is dead again!

Take a closer look, there are shallow traces on Mourn's hand, which is too late to dodge Gerat's attack, although Mourn dodged the main damage, but the aftermath still attacked Mourn, the power of destruction is wrapped around Mourn's hand, Mourn is to win Gerat, however, Gerat's skills are also slowly improving.

In this way, the days of training in the fantasy space passed slowly, and Geralt finally ended his training, this hellish cultivation can now be over, Geralt's whole person looks much more restrained than before, it seems to be a sealed blade, once it is shot, it is the power of thunder.

"Are you ready?" asked.

"It's ready, this battle! Only win!" Geralt said, his words were very domineering, and he seemed to have strong confidence in this battle with the demons.

"Then let's go, let's go get something from that guy first!" said Death, very wicked.

"There are still three days left, is the training over?" Geralt came to the magic card realm after leaving the fantasy space.

In the Dragon Tomb, the King of the Necromancy was puzzled when he saw Geralt's return, and looked at Geralt in surprise, and Geralt seemed to have some kind of inexplicable temperament at this moment.

"Old fellow, in this battle of the demons, this kid's strength is not enough! So why don't you give something to help? Otherwise, if this kid loses, you won't be able to end well under the demons! So do you want to help?" said Yin, who seemed to be waiting for the king of the dead here.

"You're too much, do you really think I'm a bully?" the Necronomicon King screamed, and the magic power on his body surged, as if he wanted to die with the dead.

"What's too much, you say, this kid is really weak, if you don't give some treasure or something, if this kid is killed like this, it won't do you any good!"

"Many dragon spirits, bless me!" shouted the Necronomicon King, summoning the dragon spirits of the Dragon Tomb, as if to fight the dead.

"If that's the case, then don't blame me, don't be merciless!" he shouted.

"Leave your sister and give me death!" The King of the Necromancer shouted, as strong as the King of the Necromancer was also angered by the Necromancer, and again and again, when the Necromantic King is easy to bully, it would be fine, but the current Necromantic is not even half of the strength of the year, that is, he has lost the qualification to talk to the Necromantic King on an equal footing, and it is already a great favor for the Necromantic to give him one-tenth of his strength, but the Necromantic King is still not knowing what to do, and he is getting more and more ruthless, and the Necromantic King can't bear it anymore, so he shoots directly.

"Parade of Hundred Ghosts!" shouted the Necromantic King, and suddenly those dragon spirits turned into countless necromancers and paraded around Geralt.

"Geralt, don't accept this gift yet!" shouted as he weakened the necromancers.

"Uh... Oh!" Geralt was stunned for a moment before he reacted, directly controlled his body, and then used his dark power to devour it, a black sphere rotated, devouring these dragon spirits, but, what Geralt didn't expect was that the devoured dragon spirits might be a kind of pathological slaughter for them, but also a relief!

The Dragon Tomb is the cemetery of countless dragons, countless dragon spirits are here, thousands of years, ten thousand years, and even more ancient dragon spirits, the purpose of these dragon spirits is to protect the white dragon and protect the blue-eyed clan, but, with so many years in the past, some dragon spirits have already changed their original intentions, wanting, liberation, wanting to go to reincarnation, or in other words, even if they die, it is better than living alone here, although the dragon tomb can keep their souls immortal and live in another way, it's just that kind of loneliness, that kind of loneliness, does more harm than good.

And some dragon spirits are surviving to protect the white dragon and the blue-eyed clan, or rather, their obsession is alive.

So, after Geralt absorbed these dragon spirits, countless voices flashed in his head, as if he was screaming, as if he was grateful, as if he was angry...

"No!" Geralt shouted suddenly, and then stopped his dark devouring, for them, wasn't what Geralt was doing at the moment killing them in disguise?

"Hmm, what are you doing here?" asked him, feeling Geralt's resistance, and countless dragon spirits returned to the dragon tomb.

"They're alive!" Geralt took a deep breath.

"Woman's kindness!" said Grim Cold.

Geralt said goodbye to the Necromantic King and left the Dragon's Tomb to prepare for the final battle with the Demon Generals in the Demon Card City!

"Gerat, you're finally out!" said Rebby when she saw Gerat.

"Let her be here, don't let her go to Moka City, I'll go alone in this battle, and none of you will go. Geralt said, it seems that there is no absolute certainty that he can win this battle, just because he told him that a demon general like a dark ghost is only a middle-level powerhouse among demon generals, and the strength of dark ghosts is only a mere mid-level level, so how powerful are the strongest demon generals!

"Geratt!" Rebi said as she saw Geralt, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Help me keep an eye on the finch, don't let her go, if I lose, you will all hide in the Dragon Tomb, and the existence of the Dragon Tomb will protect your safety. Geralt said, and headed for Moka City himself.

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"Tomorrow is the battle between the demons and the humans, if the one named Geralt can't win, then the demons are coming again! ”

"Hasn't this boy been identified yet?"

"I don't know who that powerful person is, and he can actually have a head-on conversation with the demon god!"

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Countless people's voices are ringing, this night is a night of insomnia for countless creatures, after all, for them, perhaps, tomorrow is the end.

"It's finally here, tomorrow is the battle with the demon general, find a place to rest first. Geralt asked Die to help, and soon rushed to Moka City, but Geralt was also a little tired, after all, it was such a long journey.

"Who's coming?" said some of the soldiers guarding Morka City to Geralt.

There are a lot of people who come to Moka City these days, especially strangers, and the life of Moka City is afraid that there are demon spies who are addicted to it, so everyone who enters and leaves the city is strictly censored.

"Gerat, I'm here for tomorrow's battle with the demons!" Geralt said, but these simple words surprised the soldiers, and they all froze.

"Jay... Pull... You're Geralt!" A soldier was frightened by Geralt's words, after all, Geralt was going to fight the demons, these soldiers thought that Geralt would not come, after all, it was almost time to pass, unexpectedly, Geralt finally came, this is likely to be their future savior, how could they not be surprised!