A long time ago, the human side had an evaluation of the strength level of the demons.

Although the Warcraft is divided into three levels: superior, intermediate and lower, it is ultimately the level to which a warrior can deal with it alone, and its difficulty only depends on the strength of the warrior.

As for the [noble] demon clan, which is equivalent to the large and small officers who lead the troops in the human army, not only does it have a strong strength that only a plural number of warriors can fight against, but its ability to lead the demon army is also beyond doubt. But even this is within the acceptable range of the Terrans.

Only the Demon King is an existence that is completely beyond the rules.

Even individuals with the most power cannot be the enemy of the armies that have swept the land, which should have been the consensus of all living beings.

However, the existence of the so-called "Demon King" completely tramples on this well-known common sense. Whether it is momentum or combat power, it will not be inferior to the threat of any vicious and brutal demon army.

The concept of the Demon King has been equated with war, and he alone can have enough strength to wage war against the Terrans. And the army equipped with the Demon King, the sum of its combat power is not so simple as the calculation of addition, but multiplies.

Because of this, the Demon King is synonymous with despair.

With all the elven warriors unable to move due to the intense emotions of despair, only Lifa angrily bowed and stepped forward. The light yellow magic power overflowed from her body because it was too full, and between the four magic arrows between her fingers, the black iron bow was pulled to the full moon, and with the sound of whistling wind, it struck the demon king on the side now.

But he didn't get close to him.

The Demon King's surroundings were surrounded by a thick purple magic force like mist, and the feathered arrows that came in it were shattered like a scythe, and the Demon King who appeared in the center of it without moving, strolling on the battlefield as if he were watching his own garden. With just a glance, Lifa felt the threat of death pouring down, unable to speak, unable to act.

Extremely thick purple pillars of mana shot from the Demon King's side, aiming directly at Lifa's heart. The two elven warriors who woke up quickly stepped forward and tried to push away Lifa, who seemed to be stupid and motionless.

But it can't be pushed at all.

Even if I send you a deadly attack, you can only obediently withstand it. That's the whole point of the Demon King's eyes. Lifa only felt the magic like sticky glue come out of her feet at some point, and then she was completely fixed in place, unable to move. Seeing that pillar of magic power about to penetrate his chest.

"[Fourth-Order Magic.Broken Sky]!", an old and majestic voice sounded from the ruins behind, and in that dusty place, a figure was slowly standing up, "Five consecutive shots!"

The invisible wall of magic rose in front of Lifa, distorting slightly in the air, but there was no sign of it.

But it does exist there, and in magic below the fifth order, the defense power is also quite considerable specialized defense magic.

Then there was the harsh sound of glass shattering, and the magic pillar was as unstoppable as a spear piercing through a thin partition, and it seemed that the five layers of fourth-order magic were superimposed, and they couldn't resist the random blow of the demon king.

But the speed slowed down after all.

After all, Gu Meng is the "partner of the brave", and he also has the reserve of being a strong man, even if the opponent is a demon king, there is no reason to be defeated with one blow.

Like a white-skinned cheetah, he wore a white robe, preying on its prey, its agile form left a few afterimages in the air, and in a few strides it came to Lifa, and with one hand he reached out and blocked the pillar of magic that shot at him.

Like the petals of a flower, the magic full of danger was pinched and exploded by Gu Meng, and the remnants of the magic power flew in all directions, shattering the large stones beside the road, cutting off the waist of the orc knight who was screaming and fleeing, and cutting a deep ravine in the earth.

The Demon King didn't attack again. The remnants of the magic swept past him, and a fierce wind blew up, lifting his black cloak high and falling with the calm of the windless.

The angry Gu Meng's whole body exuded a cloudy white magical light, and it looked like a strange white flame was burning all over his body. The white robe with a powerful defensive magic was now shattered, revealing that it was covered with sagging skin but scars, all symbols of a man's honor.

Bizarre, it looks even more indestructible than the old man in the white robe.

The many elven warriors behind him, who thought like this, unconsciously regained their courage, the hand holding the sword no longer trembled, and the honor of being a samurai returned to themselves.

It's all because of Gu Meng, who is now at the forefront, like an invincible god of war. Therefore, it is necessary to mention that as the "guardian saint" of the village, he will give everyone a great encouragement, both in terms of combat and psychology.

He silently removed his helmet, which covered his entire face, revealing his own face. His face made Gu Meng's pupils constrict, who was facing him face to face.

Although he had already been touched by his previous combat methods, the familiar magical aura, the familiar fighting methods, and the familiar body silhouette, the only thing that had changed was his combat power, which had all increased several times in strength, and this was what made Gu Meng hesitate. Moreover, it is not absolutely necessary to consider the origin of the other party in the middle of a battle.

Compared to the unchanging face of twenty years ago, Gu Meng's face suddenly appeared in front of him, and the once desperate nightmare came back to this land.

The last Demon King, Reddell Satan.

"This ...... This can't be ......," Gu Meng muttered uncontrollably because of the powerful shock.

"It's been a long time, my old friend. The handsome man's face laughed, his scarlet eyes and his mouth that was strangely cracked to his ears curved into an uncomfortable moon bud shape, "I started with ...... The depths of hell filled with magma are back to kill!"

"This is impossible, you have already lost the last [war between humans and demons] and died. Gumon said calmly, his rich experience and combat skills allowed him to maintain absolute calm in his mind even in the midst of great chaos.

Because in the face of an opponent like the Demon King, the slightest negligence will kill Huangquan.

"So what?!" the Demon King laughed, like the ringing of a brass bell, making a group of elven warriors uncomfortable and having to cover their ears.

"So what? How about that!" a surging mana erupted from his body, soaking a large space around him like a spring. Gu Meng on the opposite side was in full array, the turbid white magic light on his body burned even more violently, and the elven warriors led by Lifa behind him clenched the weapons in their hands.

"So what?! I'm still alive after all. The negativity that seemed to engulf everything had drowned the Demon King - because of the clear and indelible history of shame and defeat, he roared with great anger and unforgettable hatred, "Forward!"

Outside the village, it seemed that the army of demonic beasts that even the earth was about to be crushed began to march, and the scale of the momentum was like a rushing flood, and even the hard reef that blocked it was crumpled and swallowed. The orc knights who were docked at the door raised their spears or axes again, excited and bloodthirsty to charge after their king.

The second wave of shock is coming.