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Thirty minutes is a very short time, but it is also very long. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoThe fat man has a peculiar physique, and he now has control over almost every part of his body. He can solve a battle in a minute, or he can fight a hundred battles without exhaustion.

By the standards of an ordinary human being, as long as the fat man wants to, then he is a stallion that is almost invincible.

It's just that the intensity of these thirty minutes is completely beyond the fat man's imagination. Maybe it's really because she hasn't been intimate for too long, Eiffel is like a wild horse that has escaped the leash, and like a huge tornado that swept through the grassland in the summer, constantly crushing the fat man, as if vowing to squeeze out the last drop of essence in his body.

The fat man can be said to have a lot of experience in women, but Eiffel is different, although she is not as beautiful as Wind Butterfly and Floya in terms of appearance and figure, but her fiery emotions that burst out from the deepest part of her soul are irresistible!

It was like a rushing tide of lava, which instantly shattered all the defenses of the fat man. Every moan, every writhing, every friction blew the flames in Rogge's body even more wildly.

Thirty minutes.

There is no skill, no control, just the most primitive instinct and the desire to be burned by the fire.

When the instinctive flame was extinguished, the fat man even felt a slight dizziness, while Eiffel was sweating like rain, as if all the bones of her body had been sucked away, and she could only lie limply on Rogge's body. She reluctantly raised her head and looked at Rogge steadily, a rare trace of thought that was so thick that it could not be dissolved in her clear watery eyes.

Rogge stroked her long, pale blonde hair, which was already wet with sweat and clinged to her skin, witnessing the madness of the past.

"What's wrong, Eiffel?" Rogge asked, smiling. He always felt that there were too many things hidden under the clear eyes of this seemingly ordinary, but actually maverick elf girl.

"Nothing, just trying to see you. Eiffel said softly.

At the moment of holding Eiffel, Rogge suddenly felt that his whole body was relaxed, and the tiredness that he had suppressed for a long time came up. He couldn't help but yawn and said rarely, "What do I have to look at? Okay, let's sleep for a while." ”

Eiffel didn't answer.

Rog looked down and saw that the elf girl had her head on his chest, already asleep. He couldn't help but smile.

At this time, fatigue welled up, and the fat man fell into a deep sleep.

At night, the deep and long central mountain range resembles a giant dragon, and its incomparable body winds across the vast land.

At the top of a treacherous peak, Adelene's ten fingertips each emitted a thin black flame, burning magical symbols into the flat rock. The peak was strange, and the summit was a large, mirror-smooth platform, as if someone had cut it raw with a giant blade.

Above the dangerous peak, Wella, dressed in a demon lotus, stood in the air, silently watching Adriane. Occasionally, a flash of light flashed in her eyes, and a new set of coordinates was announced, according to which Adrene would adjust the magic circle. At the top of the peak, Miró was leaning against his hammer, doing nothing. He looked at Adriane, but out of the corner of his eye, he couldn't help but glance at Wella, who was floating in the air. Miró still looks calm and dashing, but his smile always makes people feel a little unnatural, and one hand even subconsciously refuses to leave the handle of the giant hammer.

"I've heard that the reputation of the demons has never been very good. But after killing the demon dragon Artest this time, you'd better keep your promise, otherwise, even if you hide back in the demon realm again, I will have a way to make you pay enough price. Wella said coldly.

Adriane glanced up at Wella, smiled gently, and said, "Your threat is really very empty! If we don't keep our promise and escape back to the Demon Realm, can you really go to the Demon Realm to hunt us down? Actually, when it comes to credibility, how do I think that the credibility of our Demon Race will never be worse than that of the Heavenly Realm?"

Wei Na's face turned cold, and she said coldly: "If I go to the Demon Realm to kill a few demons, I'm afraid no one will be able to stop me, right?"

Intentionally or unintentionally, Wella ignored the issue of celestial credibility. However, Adriane didn't seriously care about her, but said: "Although our demon clan is not strong enough, if we want to stop you, there are still a few guys who have this ability." But the problem is not here, the problem is that there are many more guests in the Demon Realm now. I don't know your past, but judging by your power and caste, I don't think you would want to see those guests. ”

Wella snorted and didn't say anything more. She just stared at Adlene.

There was silence at the summit for a moment, except for the wind howling.

Miro, who was leaning on the giant hammer, suddenly felt that the atmosphere on the summit was extremely solemn and oppressive, and it was almost crazy! Between Wella in the air and Adriane on the ground, there seemed to be an unrivaled undercurrent circling. Those undercurrents are neither vindictive nor magical, they don't exist in the form of energy at all. But Miro knew very well that these undercurrents did exist, but in ways that he could not understand.

Two extremely powerful women are fighting in another battlefield, in a way that Miro cannot understand. All along, Miró thought that he was only a little inferior to Adriane in terms of strength, but now he suddenly had a feeling that although the difference between the two sides in absolute strength was indeed not large, if it was a real duel, he would definitely not be Adriene's opponent. Not only will he lose, but he will lose terribly.

A hundred years ago, Miró and Adriane had dueled several times, and at that time they had won and lost each other. But in the past hundred years, Miro has been distracted, life is wonderful, and he is merciful everywhere. Adriane, on the other hand, endured a hundred years of loneliness in the Misty Demon Realm.

A hundred years later, Miro suddenly realized that the gap between the two sides was irreparable.

At this point, Adriane finished carving the last magic symbol and stood up straight. She looked up at Wella and said, "Have you seen me for so long?"

Wella said, "Of course." From your past, you have given up everything else in the pursuit of power! Even now, you have nothing in your heart but power. Who's Loga, though?"

As soon as Wella said this, not only Adriane, but even Miró was taken aback. Adriane immediately said, "How did you know about Loga.......? Can you read my memory?"

Wella snorted coldly and did not answer.

Adriane looked at Wella, suddenly smiled slightly, pulled her long hair that was slightly messy by the wind, and said, "You are really a little strange, well, there is nothing to hide from you." The Loga you see is the agent of the great demon god in the demon realm. Now that you know about Lorgar's existence, you must know who I mean by those guests. Do you still want to go to the Demon Realm to hunt me down? And now that you've read my memory, you'll know that my credibility can't be better, at least much better than Miro's over there. ”

Miro snorted and looked to the side, as if he hadn't heard her say anything.

"Alright, it's time, and it's time for us to go. Adrenee unleashed hundreds of flames of pure magical energy, igniting the talismans in the magic circle one by one. Wisps of powerful magic began to tear through the space, and the surrounding air currents began to become chaotic, and strange-shaped air vortices appeared and disappeared in the sky above the magic array. In the blink of an eye, a spatial gap opened above the magic array, and then the powerful energy of the magic array stabilized the entire spatial structure, and finally constructed a spatial door.

At the moment when the lead stepped into the space, Adlene suddenly turned around and smiled meaningfully at Wella, and then a spiritual fluctuation that only the two of them knew existed quietly spread to Wella's heart.

"If I can snatch him away with my look......"

There is a little essence looming at the tip of the Dragon Soul Battle Spear. It's just that at this time, Adlene's next mental fluctuation happened to come: "...... I knew that at that point, you would probably stab me to death. ”

The Dragon Soul Spear immediately returned to its original form.

Wella's face was frosty, and she didn't enter Adriane's portal at all, and disappeared directly into the air.

On the dangerous peak, Miro was the only one leaning on the hammer head of the giant hammer, in a daze in the cold wind. It wasn't until the space gate began to become unstable that he shook his head and dragged the giant hammer into the space gate.

Miro is an extremely rare person with the most affectionate surname among the demons. As for showing mercy everywhere, that's the heavenly surname of the demons. In the demon clan of power worship, whether it is Wela or Adriane, it would have been enough to make the male surname subdued, and it would have made Miro crazy for it. But from the very beginning, it was Floya who was mad about Miró, and not only did he have no admiration for these two terrible women, but only caution and fear.

In fact, there is no other reason, their strength and surname are too strong.

With them, it is destined to be an emotional game that wanders on the edge of a razor, and such a game is not fun.

The spatial gate finally disappeared, and the wind on the dangerous peak suddenly became stronger. The wind howls and tears at the smooth surface, and it won't be long before the mountain, which has been flattened by man, will regain its rugged appearance.

Dark.

Absolute darkness.

Rogge was looking around blankly, but he couldn't see anything. He reached out to touch it, but everywhere it was empty, nothing. He crouched down, touching the earth beneath his feet. The ground is soft, sticky to the touch, and there seems to be a semi-solidified liquid flowing slowly. His fingertips also touched small, slippery, soft pieces.

There wasn't any light here, and Rog's mental power was empty, so he couldn't tell what the pieces were. But his sense of smell was still there, and he only felt that the stench and blood that could not be dissolved were everywhere in this strange space, but to his strange thing, occasionally, a wisp of fragrance would be sent from the wind that lifted his spirits. The aroma was familiar, and Rogge always felt that he had smelled it somewhere, but no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't remember it.

At this moment, a little light suddenly appeared in the distance. Rogge hesitated, but it seemed like the only way to unlock the secrets of this dark space, and he finally walked towards that little light.

At first, Rog had some suspicions that this was the realm of the Lord of Darkness, or even the realm of Barceló Demogogan, but he knew it wasn't. The aura here was completely different from the aura of the Dark Lord God he had sensed. There's too much blood and other flavors here, and the kingdom of the Lord God of Darkness is nothing but darkness and nothingness.

Rog stumbled along the way, the soft ground made it very difficult to walk, and the presence of large soft objects made Rogge give up his attempt to run.

I don't know how long I walked, but Rogge finally came to that little light. It was a gem floating in the darkness, and its soft glow was so strange that it allowed Rog to see, but it didn't illuminate the space around it at all. It looks more like a beacon to guide the way.

Rogge hesitantly reached out and tried to take the gem off. It's just that when his fingertips touch the gem, all the scenes in front of him change in an instant.

In an instant, Rogge found himself in the middle of a war of great proportions!

The sky was dark red, as if an ocean of blood was flowing behind thick clouds. In the frantically churning clouds, the thick and thick lightning bolts of various colors will be slashed from time to time. Between the lightning bolts, there were occasional thick pillars of holy light entwined with petals and bands of light.

The earth is black in different shades. Several great rivers meandered across the land, but the waves of blue and purple were rushing in the middle of the river.

On the horizon in the distance, a towering mountain peak can be seen in the distance. This mountain has a different feeling, it looks like a giant with a life of its own, with a canopy above its head and feet on the earth, looking down on the lowly beings flying and hovering on the ground or in the air.

Its whole body was as clear as jade, and from time to time it gushed out a milky white glow that seemed to be soft, but was actually as sharp as a sword. The milky white light exuded a rich divine aura all the time, and condensed into an extremely spectacular pillar of holy light, directly penetrating the heavens and the earth, and breaking through the thick red clouds in the sky, tearing open the red and black space, and breaking through the sky.

This is an incomparably vast battlefield, and it is also an extremely tragic battlefield!

There are countless strange races surging on the ground, they are clinging to strange weapons that Rogge has never seen before, and they are galloping across the land! These races are dozens of meters high, and there are seven terrifying creatures of different shapes and giants on their huge bodies, as well as countless strange warriors who are small in stature but extremely fierce.

From Rogge's angle and distance, these warriors were as small as ants. They let out a roar of battle, and rushed forward in a swarm! Despite the small size of these warriors, and their individual combat effectiveness was not very good, their roars were unexpectedly loud, and because there were so many of them, the strange and unique roar was earth-shattering! Even the roar of the seven-headed earth-walking beast was suppressed.

On this battlefield, there are millions of soldiers fighting bravely? Not only on the ground, but also in the sky, there are groups of tens of thousands of black shadows. They look similar to gargoyles, but they are more than ten times more ferocious and powerful than ordinary gargoyles. Rog had no doubt that in a one-on-one situation, these bizarre creatures he had never seen before could easily tear apart an adult griffin.

It's just that the fierceness of this battle is completely unimaginable!

The earth was actually made of hard black rock, but at this moment it was completely covered in broken corpses, internal organs, and coagulated blood! Rog didn't have to count at all, he knew just by looking at it that the number of corpses lying on the ground far exceeded the number of warriors still alive!

The battle unfolded in almost any corner of the battlefield, and the blood of the corpses and canopies was constantly spilled in the air, like a torrential rain!

Rogge's pupils constricted slightly, because the enemies faced by millions of alien races were hundreds of angels! These angels were all dressed in heavy golden armor, and the weapons they held were different. The pair of white wings that spread out looked so dazzling in this world of red and black!

The angels swirled and flew through the sky at incredible speeds, often head-on towards a group of alien warriors, and then a dazzling flame would burst into the sky, followed by a suffocating mass of flesh and blood from the sky.

Millions against hundreds, with one against ten thousand angels, can still have the upper hand!

The only disharmony in the entire battlefield is a small hill in the center of the battlefield that is not high, but looks very abrupt. It's a hill made of corpses!

On the hill, a small figure jumped. It looked very, very thin, even thinner than the most numerous warriors on the ground. It's just that the slender and thin body seems to contain endless power, and what it holds is a strange-shaped giant blade with a blade that is only five meters long.

The hill was right in the middle of the battlefield, and above it, hundreds of angels were fighting and dancing. There were dozens of angels circling around the hill all the time, as if they wanted to bring the thin figure to life.

The small figure kept jumping, and every time it jumped, it would jump more than ten meters high. In this vast and boundless battlefield, its leaping seems so clumsy. It doesn't even fly!

Every time it leaped, it swung its giant blade and slashed at the angels that swept low in the air. Because the proportions of the body and the giant blade are too incongruous, it can even give people a sense of misalignment, and it is impossible to tell whether it is the giant blade that swings the giant blade or the giant blade that drives its body.

However, what stunned Rogge was that every time the little figure jumped, it would cut down a flying angel!

The angels who had been beheaded struggled, but no matter how light or serious their injuries were, they could not continue to fly in the air. The angels flared their wings in despair and crashed into the horde of alien warriors below. Every time an angel falls, countless alien warriors will pounce one after another, and in the blink of an eye, a small mountain will be piled up on the angel's body!

These angels were completely different from the angels that Rog had seen before, and their combat strength was extremely strong, even if they were seriously injured and fell to the ground, and there were hundreds of alien warriors who were torn apart with their moves. However, there were too many alien warriors who bravely pounced, and new injuries continued to appear on the fallen angels, and their movements gradually slowed down.

Eventually, the fallen angel will always be completely overwhelmed. Together with his victims, he would raise the hill of corpses in the middle of the battlefield even higher.

At the top of the hill, the small figure was still jumping hard, the giant blade in its hand seemed to have an irresistible force, and no matter how the angel in the air dodged or counterattacked, it would inexplicably meet the blade of the giant blade. The unbreakable golden armor on their bodies was indescribably fragile in front of this giant blade, and it was almost completely impossible to stop the blade that broke into the body!

There were hundreds of angels flying in the sky, and angels continued to fly out of the distant peaks to join the battlefield. But the little figure kept jumping, as if it never tired. Slowly, the mountain of corpses became higher and higher, and there were fewer and fewer angels on the battlefield.

However, every time that little figure jumps up, it will still kill an angel!

Rogge's way of being at this time was extremely bizarre. The fat man didn't feel the existence of his own entity at all, and at this moment, he was like a pair of eyes looking down on all beings.

Suddenly, Rogge knew where this was.

This is the Demon Realm! This is a place where there was a moment when he pinned too much hope.

Fighting hundreds of angels were millions of warriors of all demon races! The only ones Rog could identify were the dwarf warriors with the largest number. That's the war pig clan of the Demon Realm. Their individual combat effectiveness is indeed not strong, and in front of these powerful angels, even a hundred war pigs will never be able to resist the angel's casual blow. But the fighting pigs were so high-spirited that they went one after the other, at the cost of countless lives, just to add a small wound to these fallen angels. Even if they die in battle, their bodies will become a tombstone for burying angels.

But Rogge paid flawless attention to the bravery of the war pig, and his eyes only fell on the small figure in the center of the battlefield. The fat man couldn't even take his eyes off it.

Every hit counts, every hit kills.

In the dark, the small figure seemed to feel Rogge's gaze, and suddenly turned its head to look at Rogge's side. In an instant, those bright yellow eyes had become the only existence that Rogge could see in the entire world.

Rog only felt an irresistible force envelop his soul, and then pulled him towards the mound of corpses in the middle of the battlefield at great speed. In an instant, the huge blade had appeared in front of Rogge's eyes!

At this time, Rog was completely uncontrollable and unable to resist, and he could only watch the shining blade approach, and then cut into his eyes.

The whole world darkened, and once again fell into absolute darkness.

In an instant, the millions of demon warriors around the corpse mountain who were staring at the top of the mountain were stunned.

The blade swept across the sky, but no angel fell. In fact, nothing has fallen. This is the first time since the start of the war.

The millions of demon soldiers who were waiting for it instantly felt unspeakably uncomfortable, it was the loss after the extremely nervous expectations were disappointed.

At this time, the surviving more than ten angels had already left the battlefield and flew towards the distant mountain peaks.

At the top of the corpse mountain, that small figure stood like a mountain, proudly raising the giant blade in his hand towards the defeated angels!

The battlefield was silent for a moment, and in an instant, the cheers and roars of millions of demons filled this world of red and black!

(To be continued)