The sky in the Acid Mist Canyon was thick with billowing smoke, and from the direction it came, it looked like the reef fortress had been burned.

"Worm Tide ......"

Looking out at his former fortress, Barcelo muttered to himself, and he was once again proud of his wise decision.

Poor visibility does not affect the Devil's eyesight, and this team of hurried troops will not stop for a moment.

Standing up from his seat, the Deep Hell Purgatory walked to the back of the convoy with a few blood-armored demon bodyguards.

"It's still too slow, and we have to give these slackers a heads-up...... Find a Spike Demon to downgrade it. ”

Barcelo thought about it, and he thought of a way to "motivate" his subordinates, and he was about to act on it immediately.

However, perhaps today was a lucky day for some hapless Spike Demon, and the Commander of the Deep Hell Purgatory didn't make it to his fate.

"Bang" ......

At the front of the convoy, a boulder bursts through the air and hits a barbed demon scout and crushes it into a pulp.

The entire convoy immediately stopped, and all the devils spontaneously took up their weapons and formed a defensive formation relying on the vehicles.

Barossa, who had just selected a spike demon and had not yet made a move, immediately teleported into the center of the defensive circle with his bodyguard.

There seemed to be only one boulder thrown at him, and no more stones flew over.

Originally, Barcelona thought that this was an alliance and was ready to ambush him halfway, but the situation at this time was not very much like the devil's style.

"Could it be a Tanari miscellaneous roadblock robbery?"

The Commander of the Deep Hell Purgatory thought of this possibility, and couldn't help but be a little speechless, "In a chaotic and evil place, anything strange can happen. "Actually, he can't be blamed, after all, it is too unbelievable to block the road and rob a Batzu army.

Even if this army only has more than 100 devils, it is not something that ordinary demon gangs can match.

Besides, when demons are robbers, due to their chaotic nature, most of them can't commit crimes in gangs, and the biggest possibility is to do it alone.

However, what happened next surprised Barcelona even more.

Where are there any demonic robbers, obviously just a few ogres, so who gave them the courage to dare to attack themselves?

The opponent made Barossa feel so distracted that he didn't even bother to give orders, just gave his blood-armored bodyguard a look.

"Get rid of the people who get in the way. ”

The captain of the Blood Armor Demon Bodyguard yelled.

The barbed demons who served as scouts rushed out, having just lost a companion, and while they were not sorry for their death, they were ready to use the most brutal means against a few ogres in order to prove the strength of their race.

After all, a useful devil is a good devil.

"It's been a long time," Ogre Blue patted his brother on the shoulder, "Old rule, I'll do it first and then you'll strike." ”

The ogre man Naru nodded.

Blue opened his gourmet box, picked a handful of ice mint leaves, tossed it into his mouth, and munched on it.

The cold sensation stimulated the ogre's mouth and taste buds, resonating with his keen senses.

"Frost Breath!"

He slapped himself on the belly, and a cold gust of wind blurted out, whistling and enveloping the barbed scouts as they rushed towards him.

Then, as if thinking of something, Blue stuffed some pepper seeds into his mouth again, a slight numbness that stimulated the tip of his tongue.

"Horse-Than-Twist-Eat (Paralyzing Gaze)!"

All the barb demon scouts who had made eye contact with Blue were instantly attacked, and their body movements appeared sluggish and deformed.

And taking advantage of this opportunity, the ogre strong man, who had long been unable to suppress his desire to fight, rushed straight to the enemy in front of him.

Instead of using an ebony barbed chain, instead holding two steam repeaters in each hand, Naru began his own slaughter.

The steam crossbow, which ordinary people may not be able to lift with both arms, is like a small handcuff in the hands of this ogre, who is far larger than his peers, and it is still effortless to hold one in each hand.

The small steam boiler is constantly gushing steam, which not only pushes the bowstring to continuously tension, but also drives the runner that acts as a magazine to rotate.

"Doodle", "Doodle", "Doodle", ......

All Naru had to do was aim, and with a pull of the trigger, the steam repeater would continue to fire until the magazine ran out.

In order to deal more effectively with the creatures of the lower realms, the arrows of the crossbow arrows are plated with a layer of shining silver.

"Poof", "Poof", "Poof"......

It must be admitted that Naru, who seems to be reckless, has an amazing talent for using all kinds of weapons, even shooting weapons.

He didn't even need to aim carefully, and most of the crossbow bolts he shot with his instinct would hit the Barb Scout's face.

Some of them even went straight into the eyes of their opponents.

The kinetic energy given by the steam boiler and the silver plating of the arrows made the rough skin of the barbed demon scouts like white paper, and these demons who were not qualified to wear cold iron armor "poof" and "poof" fell to the ground one after another.

Even if just some despicable barb demons died one after another, Barcelo could not remain indifferent, his shark-like face even more hideous, "All the army!"

After saying that, the Commander of the Deep Hell Purgatory carried his serrated knife, instantly used a high-level teleportation technique to come to the front of the formation, and viciously slashed towards the ogre strong man Naru.

"Voodoo: Slime Trap!"

Wielding the newly repaired "Troll Skull" staff, the ogre witch doctor Palu immediately came to his brother's aid. A sticky liquid erupted from the eye holes in the troll's skull, outflanking the Deep Hell Purgatory in two ways, left and right, making it feel a bit of a rat-thrower.

"Fireball!"

Barsaro casts a spell-like ability in an attempt to blast the slime in front of him with a fireball. But still a step too slow, a puddle of slime still got on his serrated knife.

The brown slime soaked into Barcelo's palm, and the straight slash stiffened—the slightest mistake of a thousand miles—and slashed diagonally past Naru's front, but it didn't hurt him in the slightest.

"Bang" ......

At some point, the ogre threw the steam repeater in his hand on the ground, replaced it with an ebony barbed chain, and pestled it directly into Barceló's shark face.

The Commander of the Hellpurgatory's nose collapsed, blood splattered in all directions with sharp broken teeth, and his massive body fell backwards.

"Hurry up and support the Commander!"

The strange tone of purgatory, sounded beside Barcelo, and he glanced at it to see that it was a spiked demon showing loyalty.

"I recommend this guy for the promotion ceremony," the Hellpurgatory Commander thought to himself.