The demon race is the race second only to the gods, if there are no gods in the world, then they are likely to dominate the world. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 infoUnlike the gods, who are good at all kinds of magic, each demon can only use one type of magic, but the result is that each demon is proficient in one type of magic.

This is the case of the demon known as the Fire Demon, whose mastery of fire magic is unmatched, and even his fellow clans believe that his fire magic has surpassed that of the gods. It is no exaggeration to say that this time, as the advance army of the Demon Realm, among the five demons in the human world who are preparing for the invasion of the demon army, the strength of the Yan Demon is undoubtedly the strongest.

It's just that although his strength is strong, the temper of the fire demon is the worst among the five, so he was given the simple and crude task of mixing in the rebel army to test the combat effectiveness of humans after the magic disappeared. With the help of the purple-eyed demon Mephistopheles, he possesses a rebel soldier tasked with intercepting refugees fleeing from Francis.

Damn Mephistopheles, give me this kind of garbage task, and you want me to possess this scum, and when this is over, I'll make you look good, the fire demon scolded secretly. However, complaining is complaining, and the fire demon has no intention of giving up the mission.

Two hours after the rebels broke into the city of Francis, the first refugees finally appeared in the sight of the Firedemons.

Fidelia felt that something was not quite right, why was there a sudden smell of blood in the air? It was already far away from Francis City, it was obviously not coming from that side, could it be that something was going on?

A man covered in blood came into Phidelia's sight, and he staggered towards Phidelia, and it was not strange that he would fall down at any moment with a faltering gait, and a faint moan in his mouth, and if you listened closely, you should be able to hear him saying to save me.

If Phidelia could have thought about it a little at this time, it should have been easy to come to the conclusion of escaping, but her mind was already blank at this moment, and she couldn't blame her, when had Phidelia, who had been pampered in an aristocratic family since childhood, seen such a situation.

The bloodied man continued to walk a few steps before he fell, catching the sight of his back into Fidelia's eyes. Arrows, the arrows inserted into the body, were densely packed on the man's back, and the number of fatal wounds had already reached double digits, and the man had come here with the thought of wanting to live after being shot by the enemy behind him with countless arrows while fleeing.

It was only then that Fidelia realized that she was probably going to suffer the same fate as this man, since the man covered in blood appeared in front of her, then the enemy who had caused him that kind of damage would probably follow this man in front of her and run away.

It was too late, too late by the time Phidelia could react, and an arrow hit Phidelia's right leg with unmistakable accuracy. Because of the sudden loss of strength in her right foot, Fidelia fell suddenly.

"Look at how well I shoot. A smug voice rang out.

"It's Sam, we shot so many arrows before and we couldn't stop the man, and you shot down that little blonde beauty with one arrow, it seems that our brothers can have a good time. Then a wicked laugh came.

"I thought that the beauties among the refugees were taken by the captain, but it turned out that we met such a first-class product, which is really lucky. The voice was getting closer and closer to Phidelia.

Pressed through the pain, Fidelia pulled out the arrow in her leg, perhaps thinking that this would help her get up and escape, but in fact it was wrong, and a large amount of blood poured out of the wound in her leg, and Phidelia completely lost the strength to stand up.

"Ha, you see this little beauty doesn't even understand common sense. ”

"She probably thinks she'll be able to run away this way?"

"Hahaha!" was another burst of laughter.

Damn, damn it, "If the magic was still there!" called out Phidelia.

"Wait, what did she just say?" asked one of the rebel soldiers.

"Seems like the magic is still there?"

"Is this a magician?" the man's tone turned to anger, and he kicked Phidelia in the stomach.

The intense pain brought back consciousness that was about to be lost, and Fidelia clutched her stomach and struggled to get up.

Another blow of intense pain sent the man another hard kick to Fidelia.

"Do you know how much I've suffered because of you guys who bully people with magic?" said the man as he kicked Phidelia in the stomach again.

"Okay, okay, Sam, don't kick her, you can't kick her again, if you want to vent, let's finish it first, and then you can do whatever you want. ”

"Phew," the man named Sam spat in Phidelia's face, "Lille, you guys go first." With that, Sam stepped aside and glared at Phidelia with cold eyes.

Lille obviously couldn't wait, "It seems that it was originally the eldest lady, could it be that the daughter of the Count Francis?"

After hearing Lille's words, the rebels on the side looked at Fidelia for a moment, "Don't say it, if you look closely, it may be true, if it is true, didn't it make us pick up a big bargain?"

"Whatever, let's talk about it first. With that, Lille was about to take off Ferdelia's clothes.

"Wait, Lille!" the companion interrupted himself suddenly.

"What for!?" said Lille, who was unhappy with his companion's interruption of his actions, in a tone of extreme dissatisfaction.

"Lille, we've made a fortune, the back, look at the back, the back!" the companion was already overwhelmed with excitement.

"What's going on next?" Lear turned his head a little confused, and immediately understood why his companion had interrupted him.

A young girl stood behind him, judging from the size of the girl, wearing a dress made of pure white fabric, without too many other decorations, very simple, but, beauty, Lille has only one thought at the moment, that is, so beautiful. People usually use the word "beautiful" to describe beautiful things, but after seeing this girl, probably everyone will think that the word "beautiful" was probably coined because of the existence of the girl. His long silver-white hair glittered in the moonlight like diamonds, and beneath the diamonds was an unusually beautiful face, and for a moment, Lille even had the illusion that the goddess had descended in front of him.

The girl spoke, the sweetest voice Lille had ever heard since she was born, but the content was less heartwarming, "You deserve to be in hell." The girl said.