The black flames swirled in all directions, devouring the corpses and shattered houses scattered on the ground like a living life. Count Tyr didn't want to be swept up, he jumped a few steps back, and of course his men began to move away from the center of the flames - Count Petrovodsk was definitely dead as a man, but this is a world full of magic, and Count Tyre can't guarantee that this guy will be able to maintain self-awareness and wisdom after death - after all, isn't the kingdom of Southern Yuktobania now at war with the empire of the dead.

As for the beast standing up, it felt very bad to Count Tyre, and he didn't want to fight this beast at all, not at all! But at the moment the beast's attention seemed to be attracted by Count Petrovodsk, who was the most imposing in the field, in the center of the flames, so it would be very wise to take the opportunity to evacuate the weaker soldiers under him.

The flames began to retract, and Zhou Zhongmou had already sensed that these flames only had a burning effect and no erosion damage to him at this time, and the burns were simply unbearable under his powerful flame resistance and self-healing ability, so the beast roared wildly and pounced towards the center of the flames. The huge body brought a strong wind, rushing the black flames out of a wide passage, Zhou Zhongmou lowered his head, and directly pushed into it with the thick horns on his head - and then the two horns were bitten by the huge skeleton.

In the center of the flames appeared a large three-headed mastiff, but with no flesh or hair, it was a skeleton dog completely naked with thick bones. In place of flesh and skin, the massive body was covered with black flames, and the eye sockets of the three skeletal dog heads burned with a mad red light. "Count Petrovodsk is dead. "This was the first judgment Earl made after seeing this scene, as a gold-level master. He can naturally have a sense of magic. At a glance, you can see the current situation - the bald head of Petrovodsk, as a human being, has been consumed as a sacrifice. His blood, his flesh, and his soul were all delicious bait for sacrifices and the bloodline weapons in his hands, and then, with the help of corpses and surging grievances on the ground, the Hellhound appeared.

The huge bone hellhound was no smaller than Zhou Zhongmou, and two of the three skull heads bit Zhou Zhongmou's horns, and the black and red flames erupted from the middle head, enveloping Zhou Zhongmou's entire upper body. But the next moment, a big hand grabbed the skull's head, and with a single force, the guy's upper and lower jaws were closed. After the flames have dissipated. Nothing happened to Zhou Zhongmou's head, and the hair that had been picked up quickly grew again. Then the great beast slammed to its feet, and the Cerberus that refused to let go of its mouth also stood - but then it was treated with an iron fist

The muzzled hellhound let out a dull growl, took a step back and pounced again, the two huge beasts twisting together, and the surrounding houses were shaken by the fight between the two beasts. Count Tyre had already evacuated the scene with his troops - Erwuzai was already dead, and as for the city, it was a matter of not doing so - because the three most important objectives had been accomplished: to defeat the Black Bull Heavy Knights, to kill Count Petrovodsk, to subdue the Moby Dick Knights, and to subdue the Kingdom Navy. Now that the two monsters are fighting, there is no need to waste any more time here, and it is only right to hurry back to the princess and the little prince. The Council of Nobles is about to take place, isn't it?

The monsters shook the ground, and the huge horned beast that Zhou Zhongmou incarnated also opened its big mouth full of sharp teeth. One bite on the bone of the Skeleton Dog. The massive body covered in black hair bulged out muscles, and the oppressed Cerberus bones made a Gragra sound. But the power of Cerberus is by no means just that, but it is a pity that Zhou Zhongmou, who is a fierce beast of the earth, is immune to all illusions and has a huge resistance to flames, the aura of Cerberus those nightmares is ineffective against him, and the spitting of black flames causes very little damage to Zhou Zhongmou, and the result is that Cerberus can only rely on his own minions to fight with the beast in front of him, and he suffers a lot of losses.

Half of the city was reduced to ruins, not only by the burning of flames, not only by the sacking of the rebels, but also by the death of the two monsters, so many people died, and the construction of a hundred years was also destroyed. Eventually, the black beast stepped on the white skeletal Cerberus, tore off three of its skulls, and roared in the sky, its black hair rippling with golden thunder. The thunder turned into a shock wave, shattering everything within a radius of tens of meters, and then Zhou Zhongmou stopped roaring, his body shrank rapidly, his hair disappeared rapidly, and finally a sleek man stood on the ground that was almost the same as the heart of the explosion.

Zhou Zhongmou had now regained his senses, in fact, he had already recovered halfway through the battle with Cerberus, this guy sighed, his face was still very gloomy, and walked towards the place where he had changed at the beginning. On the way, he found some pieces of cloth to cover his shame - "If only the Hulk had pants." Although he was in a bad mood, Zhou Zhongmou still tried hard to tell himself a joke. When he came to the place of change, he picked up the space buckles on the scattered trouser belts, and didn't know what to do with them for a while, so he had to wrap a bag with a cloth and walk around the city.

He didn't know where he should go, the city was finished, even the original magnificent Colosseum, the symbol of the mercenary union, had collapsed in half, and as for the house of old Ivan and Christie's family, he didn't dare to go over at all Zhou Zhongmou stood here in the collapsed temple, just looking at the few small balls of light hanging in the air on the floor of the temple - "Is this the fire of order, but this is the first time I have seen it." Zhou Zhongmou subconsciously found a metal box from the side and put these balls of light into it-"There is a substance, but it is not hot at all, but it is also a wonderful thing." His mood had calmed down a little. There was only one thing left in the city that he still had to care about, but he looked at the same sparkling fires outside the city, and he was not very optimistic about the fate of the old Rezenov's estate.

Zhou Zhongmou walked through the manor house where the nobles once lived, where the first batch of burned down and the largest looting of the routed soldiers, the original fine manor was now a charred ruin, and the tall man walked barefoot through the streets littered with corpses and broken sculptures.

He heard a voice, a voice from memory. It was the sound of crying coming from a half-collapsed house. (To be continued......)