It was a little dark, and in the whining of the cold wind, the snowflakes were still fluttering and rolling.

Ronald, who was walking briskly towards the cave, decided to go straight ahead.

Soon, he resisted the figure of the ice sword and appeared in the little devil's sight.

Facing the black-haired humans who broke into the camp alone, the naked little ghosts covered in red couldn't help but be stunned for a while. They wondered how a guy who had killed himself suddenly appeared. But the predators of the ** immediately fill up the brain stock in their little heads.

Thirty or so little devils aimed the red horn on their heads at the guy who trespassed into the camp, flapped their little wings behind their backs, and rushed to the prey on the opposite side.

Ronald stopped, and he saw that the big red eyes of the little devils gleamed with excitement.

He twisted his shoulders and moved his body, not caring about the slowly passing mana on his body. While estimating the distance in his heart, he spent a long time looking at the menacing little jumpers on the opposite side.

Da-da-da-da.

These little ghosts, who will never be able to fly, have opened their mouths and rushed to Ronald's side in a hurry. Some bowed their heads and prepared to push over, while others reached out their hands, ready to bite with their sharp nails and teeth.

Although the little jumpers have little intelligence and are only slightly more protective than ordinary humans, they have extremely hard horns that can easily pierce through rocks. Not only is the horn hard, but so are the nails and teeth.

High offense and low defense, slow speed, ability to steal magic power when close to the body, bloodthirsty and brutal, and fearless of death are the characteristics of the little devils. As the lowest-level protogens of the demon race in the countless planes of the Abyss, they relied on their absolute superiority in numbers to occupy a place.

And as Ronald envisioned in advance, the little jumpers don't care about their strength at all, they only know how to charge without a brain.

"Wow wow, wow, man, eat!"

A few indistinct words of demon language came out of the mouths of those little devils.

Seeing that the enemy was about to get closer, Ronald did not care about rushing to the front, but moved his gaze to the ones in the back row.

"Quack, quack!"

The little devils jumped and jumped, and they were already close to Ronald's body, and even a few of them were already cutting through Ronald's clothes. But the little demon who rushed to the front found that his fingernails couldn't cut through the skin of that human, and he couldn't even leave a faint white mark!

In the little devil's little head, he couldn't figure it out, and he didn't mean to think. Seeing that his nails didn't seem to work, his instinct drove him to bow his head, ready to pierce the human's belly with a harder horn.

But Ronald, who had already estimated the distance, did not give this little devil who rushed to the forefront a chance to test the power of the unicorn. A chilling killing intent suddenly emanated from him.

This strong sense of oppression stunned the little devils who were jumping.

Seizing this brief gap, Ronald grasped the steel sword with both hands and slashed the head of a small demon that rushed to the front.

The three-point ugly head resembling a human face was thrown in mid-air mixed with bloody arrows.

"Wow, wow, die!"

A little demon who was the first to react burst out with a roar of rage! But before he could straighten his hands, Ronald's weapon had already been ruthlessly slashed, cutting a deep incision in his chest.

Without even glancing at the corpse that had fallen to the ground, Ronald began to channel his own magic.

In the next moment, the temperature around Ronald plummeted, and dozens of thin and sharp crystal blades suddenly spun out of his body!

The Ice Blade Technique, a combat skill created before he lost his memory, has increased from a dozen or so ice blades to dozens now, with the blessing of more surging magic. And this is not the limit, it is the result of not giving it his all.

Without waiting for the little demons to make a move to avoid the rules, those scattered and rotating blades quickly and silently shot at the enemies who were still jumping one by one under Ronald's precise control.

"Whoa, whoa!"

After screaming, the little devils fell to the ground. The bright red plasma with a faint smell of sulfur flowing from the wound melted the snow on the ground, evaporating a white mist.

The terrible screams of the little demons before they died provoked the evil spirits in the cave one after another.

With a proud and confident face, Ronald looked around at the approaching demons. He stretched out his hand and hooked it, saying disdainfully: "Let's go together." ”

In the face of Ronald's provocation, the demons were completely furious! They swarmed up with maces, screaming fearlessly, and rushed in the direction where Ronald was.

Ronald lowered his body slightly, and took the initiative to rush forward, and then, several graceful blue arcs swept through the encirclement.

The demons who screamed wow, under Ronald's superb sword skills, turned into corpses that fell to the ground with a scream. In less than two minutes, these demons with extremely strong regeneration abilities were all lying in a pool of blood.

Those stumps and severed bodies glowed with the blue and white colors frozen by the magic of ice. And some of the bodies that have not yet been completely frozen are still desperately puffing out the flesh buds, squirming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this situation, Ronald once again aroused the magic in his body.

As the magic power spread, ice crystals began to condense under his feet. Soon, the ice crystals spread, freezing all the bodies that were not yet dead into crystalline blood-red ice cubes.

Gada, Gada.

The ice cracked, shattered all over the floor. The color was like red crystal. However, the piece of meat inside the red crystal no longer has the ability to regenerate.

Ronald put away the magic and walked calmly into the cave.

"Who?"

Before he could reach the entrance of the cave, he heard an angry shout.

Ronald kept walking.

After walking a few steps, several short figures flashed through the entrance of the cave, and appeared in Ronald's aqua blue eyes. His eyes were sharp, and he caught a glimpse of their red-haired palms, glowing faintly red.

Remembering something, Ronald did not retreat, but continued to move forward.

The whispering of the incantation had been completed, and a dozen or so fireballs instantly erupted from the pitch-black cavern, whizzing straight towards the black-haired human with confident steps.

Ronald's left hand slowly raised, his palm just lightly pushed forward, and a transparent ice mirror appeared out of thin air under the control of his mind.

A burst of red light flickered, and those fireballs smashed on the ice mirror, only to end up with magical annihilation.

Finding that the black-haired human was so powerful, the fireball Mags couldn't help but freeze in place, looking at each other, and suddenly a little caught off guard.

Seeing the Mages frozen in place, the elf Irel who was sealed in the ornament on the back of her hand and watched the battle, sent a dissatisfied tone to Ronald's mental consciousness: "What are those monsters with pointed ears?

"Don't talk nonsense. ”

After Ronald coldly reprimanded, he stepped forward with his sword.

The gray cloak fluttered in the air at the speed of the leaning down. It's like a master swinging his pen, changing the trajectory of the dance in mid-air as he likes, bringing out the sound of the wind hunting.

The three fireballs flashed, and under the reflection of the ice mirror, the frightened faces of the fireballs were turned outward. Soon, the flames were extinguished, and their entire bodies were swept down their legs by ice edges that sprang from the bottom up, mercilessly devouring the rest of their bodies. Under the biting cold, the body as red as magma was quickly frozen into an ice lump in just three or five seconds.

The demons, who have turned into hideous ice sculptures, have not yet frozen to death. Under the frightened and ugly faces inside the ice crystals, they puffed out fierce expressions, and they were still trying. They tried their best to muster all their magical power, trying to melt it with the demonic power in their bodies, but it was only a vain death struggle.

There was a click, and there were several sounds of ice cracks in the cave, crisp but deadly.

Crack, shattered blood-colored ice cubes scattered on the ground, emitting bursts of cold air. Almost at the same moment, Ronald's mind also had a quick reminder from the goblin: "That horned guy is out!"

"Yes. ”

Ronald's face was calm, his eyes were cold, and he responded lightly.

On the torch deep within the mountain wall, a huge, horned demon silhouette shines. As the silhouette gradually approached, the angry roar also reached Ronald's ears.

The horned demon of the demon clan, after discovering that it was a black-haired human, spewed flames from his mouth, and roared angrily in the unskilled lingua franca of the human race: "Who, dare to come, invade my Belkas's territory?"

As soon as the arrogant words came out, the Horned Demon felt a chill on his neck! He puffed out his blood-red eyes and found a sharp blade with a chilling aura right under his nose! He had just raised his head when a resolute face suddenly flashed, less than ten centimeters away from his line of sight!

Before Belkas could recover from his horror, he suddenly felt a biting chill in his thighs. As a powerhouse-level demon warrior who could smash steel armor with one punch, he didn't expect that the human on the other side would be so strong.

"You ......"

Ronald didn't give him a chance to speak.

At the moment when he froze the Horned Demon's legs, he struck an elbow blow and smashed it precisely into the Horned Demon's lower abdomen. A concave mark suddenly appeared on the Horned Demon's steel skin like red scale armor, and the Horned Demon was also smashed by this blow, spurting blood!

The Horned Demon didn't give up, and the moment he bent over and vomited blood, his head suddenly raised and aimed the horn at Ronald's chest.

Just ten centimeters away from the enemy, he suddenly felt that he could no longer rush. The horned demon was unwilling to continue to exert his strength, but Ronald easily grabbed the horn.

Seeing that his proud power was not enough, the horned demon aroused the magic of his body.

A crimson flame suddenly flashed on the horn, and the crimson horn, infused with the magic of the horned demon, turned into a deadly weapon as red as a blood crystal and as hot as magma!

Ronald didn't let go, he clenched the palm of the unicorn tightly, and a cold chill swirled from it.

Zizi.

A faint mist floated up, and the mist was thick, hiding the helpless face of the horned demon.

Looking at the anger and unwillingness in the mist, Ronald showed no mercy. With a knee blow, he pushed the Horned Demon's body into a frying pan, curling up almost in a clump.

The hot sweat of the bean was running down the horned demon's cheeks, converging into a stream.

The confrontation between ice and fire was also coming to an end, and the faint mist dissolved under the cold chill emitted by Ronald.

And the horrified expression of the horned demon also became clear in Ronald's sight. Ronald let go of his grip on the Horned Demon's left hand and ripped off the demonic bag around his waist.

"Who is the owner behind it?"

The Horned Demon lowered his head, looking like he had given up on resisting.

Ronald frowned, pinched his chin, and forced the Horned Demon to hold his head up.

Suddenly, the Horned Demon's decadent expression turned into a smirk: "Lord Asmodeus, I won't let you go!"

Rumble!

As he spoke, a blast of flame erupted from his gaping mouth. Ronald was already on guard, he just turned his head and easily dodged the flame spit.

However, something unexpected happened to Ronald!

Sensing the abnormal fluctuation of mana, he quickly jumped back and immediately condensed the ice mirror in front of him.

Crackling sparks flickered, accompanied by the sound of bone spurs splattering, echoing through the small cavern. He saw that the horned demon on the other side had burst all over, leaving only blood all over the ground.

"Shh

Ronald snorted coldly, frowned and walked towards the cave.

Under the light of the flickering torches, he found that there were indeed some traces of spatial distortion inside the cave, but it was extremely unstable, and there was no overlap at present, only faint spatial fluctuations.

Thinking of the ores that Anina said before, Ronald suddenly remembered.

He couldn't help but sneer at the Horn Demon's vain attempt to use magic ore to construct a spatial passage.

The portal is no better than the teleportation space, without the accumulation of one hundred and eighty years, with that bit of material, even in this unstable space, it is impossible to construct a spatial passage.

However, Asmodeus ...... Ouroboros will ......

Ronald rubbed the scar on his sideburns, feeling a little impressed, but he couldn't remember which demon it was. He can only be sure that the guys who can make an impression on him are not easy to deal with. (To be continued.) )