The Blood Griffin Knights and the Dragon's Tooth Knights began a scuffle, and neither side had time to care that everyone was a knight of the Holy Acer Empire, but only brandished their spears or swords, trying to knock down their opponents in front of them, while Count Brad Crane fought his way through the Blood Griffin Knights, splashing blood on the Count's face, which made the Count regain his senses a little. However, the Count did not have time to analyze what had happened, and he suddenly sensed that something was wrong, and the Count's eyes, once hidden by blood, seemed to see in a hazy view of the two blurred figures in the leafy church that were approaching the bodies of Emperor Anfil XXXIV and Prince Jacco Klein placed in front of the statue of the church god.

Without hesitation, the Count twisted his horse's head in the direction of the green-leaf church gate, and after cutting down several blood griffin knights, the count came to the church gate, and without giving any orders to the knights guarding the gate, he pushed open the church door: a man in a wide cloak was picking up something from the corpse of Prince Jacquette Crane, and handed it to a man in a black robe beside him, while the man in black robe glanced at Count Brad Crane, who had broken in, and seemed to have a look of surprise on his face.

Unbeknownst to Count Brad Crane, the demon Amtils, the lord of a distant dungeon, and his subordinate, the archmage Archmage, he only knew that these two men were not doing anything good, and the Count raised his sword, roared hard, and rushed towards the two men.

Demon Amtils turned and drew the long dagger beside him, while Aqiman raised the Trist staff in his hand and pointed at the Count. Several puffs of grayish-white gas emerged from the tip of the staff, then condensed into several cones and flew towards the Count. In the face of these magic missiles, the Count had no intention of resisting or dodging, such a scene had happened on the battlefield before, but never an offensive magic had ever hit him. Sure enough, these magic missiles flew in front of the earl, and they automatically bypassed the earl's body and continued to fly towards the church gate.

The Count ignored the rumbling behind him, these magic missiles were so powerful that they collapsed the entire door of the church, and the two dragon-toothed knights who followed the Count were crushed under the broken gate and bricks, and for a short time no one could rush in from outside the door to help Count Brad Crane, who was alone in front of a mage and a demon. The Count simply slashed the long sword with a faint white glow in his hand at the demon Amtils who was approaching him, and at the sound of a "jingle", Amtils leaped backwards, knocking over the shelves with three rows of candles lit by the wall.

But the smell of burnt bones that filled the air didn't come from the overturned candles. Amtils dropped the half-cut dagger in his hand. Stunned, he stared at the Count in front of him, whose sword sliced through the clothes on the demon's chest. It left a deep scar on the demon's chest, but there was a trace of white smoke rising from the scar, and the hissing sound and the smell of burnt came from the scar.

"Hell, it's a demon-killing weapon!" Akiman cursed his luck and that of the dungeon lord. He took a scroll from his pocket and threw it into the air, and a cobweb appeared above the count's head out of thin air. and fell down to cover the Count. While the Count was unable to break through the gap in this cobweb. Aqiman walked quickly to the demon Amtils who was sitting on the ground with his wound covered, but the archmage couldn't do anything about the wounds on this demon's body caused by the demon-killing weapon, but the demon grabbed the archmage's sleeve and whispered, "Let's go!"

The Archmage agrees with his dungeon master's opinion. If the attack magic is ineffective, the archmage will not be able to deal any direct damage to the Count, and the Count's Demon Slaying Sword will prevent Amtils from approaching him, so he will slip away. It should be the best solution. Archman raised his staff high in his hand and began to chant a spell that would teleport them both elsewhere.

The demon who endured the pain in his chest waited for the mage's teleportation magic to complete, and looked up at Count Brad Crane, who was trying to tear through the cobwebs bound to his armor, and the count's eyes were now completely blood-red, and at first glance they looked exactly like the Dungeon Lord's kind!

A colorful glow began to emanate from Trist's staff, and as long as this light was completely enveloped by the mage and the demon, the two of them could be considered out of danger for a while, but the Count, realizing their intentions, stopped struggling. Before this, the Count had barely managed to break free from the cobweb, and now the Count threw his sword at the Archmage with his free hand, but fortunately the demon had time to react and pulled the Archmage Aqiman aside.

With a click, the famous Trist staff snapped into two with the Count's sword that flew over, and the sword was castrated, plunging into the thick stone wall of the Green Leaf Chapel, and the demon pulled away from the archmage's arm, adding another wound. Akiman's first reaction was heartache, and the demon jumped to his feet and pounced on the Count who had broken free from the cobwebs.

Many mages regarded the staff as their own life, but the staff was not necessary for casting magic, and the archmage, seeing that it was impossible to escape easily, looked around and walked towards the two corpses lying on the stone platform. Archmage Aqiman recited a spell as he sprinkled two handfuls of dried petals on the foreheads of the corpses of Emperor Anfil XXXIV and Prince Jacco Crane, and as the archmage's incantation was completed, the two corpses slowly sat up and staggered towards Count Brad Crane.

The archmage's spell to drive the corpse was completed just in time, and the dungeon lord found that his strength was far inferior to that of Count Brad Klein, who was a human, and was thrown aside after two heavy punches, when the two corpses stepped forward and grabbed the earl's arm and opened their mouths to bite the earl! The teeth of Prince Yagu's corpse fell on the earl's shoulder armor, but could not penetrate it anyway, and the count struggled to hold the jaw of the corpse of Emperor Anfil XXXIV with one hand. The dead emperor is now trying to bite the count's cheek without armor protection.

Of course, the archmage would not let go of this good moment, but Aqiman took out a handful of fine sand and threw it vigorously in the direction of the Count, who was entwined with the two corpses, and recited a few complicated phrases, and the ground under the Count's feet, and the beautiful steps on the floor of the leafy church, suddenly all turned into quicksand. As soon as the Count's head is sunk into the quicksand, the Archmage will stop the magic, and the Count will be buried alive in the basement of the church, but a voice from where does not know where it will break the Archmage's wishes: "You want to destroy my toys on this continent, you are really not small......"

With this very hoarse voice sounding from his mouth, the Count did not hesitate to shake away the two corpses that were pulling him, as if they were only two pieces of clothing that were just attached to his arms, and which annoyed him. The body of Emperor Anfil XXXIV was thrown against the wall, and on the way it fell into the Count's sword, which was stuck in the wall, and the body that had been divided into two pieces could no longer move, while the body of Prince Yagu Klein landed on the lit candle that the demon had knocked to the ground. Surrounded by a burst of green flames, the prince's body stood up and struggled to take two steps. Then he fell down again and couldn't get up again. The Count himself jumped out of the quicksand with ease, and landed directly in front of the Archmage who didn't know how to be good, strangling the Archmage by the neck with one hand, and releasing a cloud of red smoke with the other hand to the demon Amtils, who was trying to stand up against the wall: "Show me your true colors! I know you're just like me." They are all creatures from the Abyssal Demon Realm. And a little kid hiding under his mother's wings!"

The archmage couldn't understand why the Count, dressed in full armor, could jump up in the quicksand. However, the dungeon lord on the side noticed that two large bags had bulged on the earl's forehead at some point, as if something wanted to emerge through the skin on the earl's forehead. At the same time, Amtils also realizes that the other party has just cast a spell that can dissolve the magic on him, but this spell has no effect on Amtils, because Amtils has not applied Transfiguration on himself. The purpose of concealing his true face is nothing more than the disguise technique used by ordinary humans.

It's just that it's pointless to hide your true colors at this moment. Amtils then lifted his mask and shook off the cloak that had shrouded his huge wings, and there was no need to hide his innate demonic aura, but for a moment the entire nave of the leafy church was filled with ferocity and cruelty. The demonic aura did not only come from Amtils, but at the same time that the Count strangled the Archmage's neck hard, the Archmage also noticed that two sharp horns began to emerge slowly on the Earl's forehead. This is a characteristic of demonic possession, and the leader of the Dragon's Tooth Knights, who is armed with a demon-killing sword, is himself possessed by a demon, which is really a joke or irony, but the archmage no longer has the strength to think about these things, and a mouthful of blood spurts out of Aqiman's mouth and falls on the breastplate of the count, who is about to turn into a demon.

Not only the wounds on his chest and arms, but also the head of the dungeon lord and demon Amtils at this moment was also in pain. It would have been a nightmare for the demon to encounter two of his kind in Onyx City one after another, and if it weren't for the constant conspiracy and attacks between his kind, Amtils would not have quietly left the Abyss Demon Realm and came to the Vestal Continent. It's just that he is not good at it, but he must face it, after all, a demon is now standing in front of Amtils, and although Count Brad Klein has not yet been completely assimilated by the demon, the two sharp horns on his forehead have already appeared in half, and the skin on his body has gradually turned dark red.

"It turned out to be Amtils, who dared to summon a demon dragon in the Abyss Demon Domain, which was quite exciting, but in the end, he slipped quietly to this big road, and this ending was not very glorious. The Count didn't let go of the hand that was holding the archmage's neck, but turned his face to the dungeon lord, who had already revealed his true form.

The Dungeon Master wasn't interested in chatting with him here, and although the demon didn't seem to have any intention of killing the Archmage immediately, he was afraid that even if he didn't die, he would ask him for a large amount of medical bills even if he didn't die. Without thinking, Amtils spread his wings and prepared to pounce in the direction of the Count.

Another mouthful of blood spurted from the archmage's mouth stopped the dungeon lord's steps, and an evil smile appeared on the count's face: "Amtils. Do you think I'll be able to break this lowly human mage's neck before you pounce on you?

"So, what do you want?" Amtils decided to try to negotiate terms with him, knowing that if he barely stepped forward, Archmage Aqiman, who was already like a candle in the wind, would probably disappear forever.

"It's a demonic shame that you're partnering with a fragile human. The Count looked at the archmage he had grasped in his hand, the archmage had passed out, and the mage's face had completely turned purple at this moment, and he was about to suffocate to death at the sight of it.

"But there's no reason for me to fight another demon now, and it won't do me any good to kill this human. The Count, or the demon attached to the Count, rolled his eyes, "Leave your real name, Amtils." Then you can get out of the way with this human. ”

The real name is an absolute secret for any demon. The first word that every demon says to him after his mother is born is the demon's real name, and when anyone pronounces the demon's true name. This demon no matter where he is. They must all accept the summons and rush to the person who knows their true name. If the demon's true name is pronounced along with an ancient spell, the demon will be completely ruined on the spot, no matter which world he hides in. Amtils hesitated, since his mother had died, no one in the world knew his real name, and in fact, he accepted almost anything but his own in exchange for the life of the archmage. The Dungeon Master is also willing.

Looking at Amtils' hesitant expression. As if trying to put some pressure on him, the Count strangled the archmage by the neck again, and in addition to squirting blood again, the archmage was also awakened by this blow. Just in time to hear Am Tills cry out anxiously: "Don't ...... I promise your conditions. But you have to put him down first. ”

"Don't come with me. You yourself know that in addition to power, another constituent element in the Abyss Demon Domain is a lie. There was a look of disdain on the count's face: "After you finish telling your real name, I'll put him down immediately!"

"No...... Ann, Am. Don't ......" The archmage suddenly struggled to squeeze a few words out of his throat, and the expression of the earl, or the demon attached to the earl, who heard this, immediately became extremely hideous. Seeing that the Count was about to break the Archmage's neck, Amtils suddenly noticed that the Count's eyes had turned blood-red and suddenly flashed with a turquoise glow.

The mage who landed on the ground let out a muffled grunt, and the dungeon lord hurriedly flew over to the ground to pull him up and fly backwards, while the earl's hand that had been used to choke the archmage's neck was now choking his own neck. A strange sloquy came out of the earl's mouth, but with two different voices:

"Bastard, give me back your body!"

"Are you kidding, lad?"

"Who are you, and why do you ......?"

"Have you forgotten Mr. Ertu, good luck lad?"

Amtils and Aqiman looked at each other, and even Amtils had never heard of a person possessed by a demon who could fight it with his own will. But it seemed that the demon named Ertu, who had possessed the Earl, no longer intended to argue with the Earl, and the sharp horns on the Count's forehead began to grow faster and faster, and the Count's fingers began to stretch out long claws.

The Count was wearing the armor of the head of the Dragon's Tooth Knights, and the amethyst, one of the four keys to the Book of the Moon, was embedded in the breastplate of this armor. But I don't know when it began, this amethyst quietly revealed a piece of light, and this purple light turned to its peak when the earl was about to turn into a demon; the earl suddenly spread his hands and raised his head to the sky and roared, it seemed that even the walls of the green-leafed church and the statues were shaken by the sound of the earl's roar, and the bricks and wooden blocks around him began to fall with bursts of mud and sand. Seeing that the situation was not good, Amtils hurriedly pulled the archmage around the bell tower staircase of the church and rushed towards the sanctuary behind the nave.

In the back nave, where Count Brad Klein was, there was a sudden loud bang, as if something had exploded there, and a tremendous force pushed the demons and mages from behind, causing them to smash through the back door of the leafy church and into a huge courtyard.

In the far away of the courtyard is a two-storey, plain-looking building. And at this moment, in a room on the second floor, a pair of bright eyes are silently staring at the dungeon lord and his men, the demon and the mage did not stay in this courtyard for a long time, after a little breath, the mage took out a flying scroll, and flew with the demon to leave the palace of Prince Verdor Crane, the Minister of War, behind the Green Leaf Chapel.

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The Blood Griffin Knights and the Dragon's Tooth Knights began a scuffle, and neither side had time to care that everyone was a knight of the Holy Acer Empire, but only brandished their spears or swords, trying to knock down their opponents in front of them, while Count Brad Crane fought his way through the Blood Griffin Knights, splashing blood on the Count's face, which made the Count regain his senses a little. But the Count had no time to analyze what had happened. He suddenly sensed that something was wrong, and the Count's eyes, once hidden in blood, seemed to see the inside of the leafy church in a haze. Two blurred figures are approaching the bodies of Emperor Anfil XXXIV and Prince Jacco Klein, placed in front of the statue of the church deity.

Without hesitation, the Count twisted his horse's head in the direction of the leafy church gate, and after cutting down several blood griffin knights, the count came to the church gate, and without giving any orders to the knights guarding the gate, he pushed open the church door: a man in a wide cloak was picking up something from the corpse of Prince Jacques Crane. Then he handed it to a man in a black robe beside him, and the man in the black robe glanced at Earl Brad Klein, who had intruded. There seemed to be a look of surprise on his face.

Count Brad Klein didn't know what was in front of him. It was the lord of a distant dungeon, the demon Amtils, and his subordinate, the archmage Aqiman, who knew nothing good they were doing, and the Count raised his sword and roared vigorously. Hurried towards the two men.

Demon Amtils turned and drew the long dagger beside him, while Aqiman raised the Trist staff in his hand and pointed it at the Count, and several gray-white gases emerged from the tip of the staff, and then condensed into several cones and flew towards the Count. In the face of these magic missiles, the Count had no intention of resisting or dodging, such a scene had happened on the battlefield before, but never an offensive magic had ever hit him. Sure enough, these magic missiles flew in front of the earl, and they automatically bypassed the earl's body and continued to fly towards the church gate.

The Count ignored the rumbling behind him, these magic missiles were so powerful that they collapsed the entire door of the church, and the two dragon-toothed knights who followed the Count were crushed under the broken gate and bricks, and for a short time no one could rush in from outside the door to help Count Brad Crane, who was alone in front of a mage and a demon. The Count simply slashed the long sword with a faint white glow in his hand at the demon Amtils who was approaching him, and at the sound of a "jingle", Amtils leaped backwards, knocking over the shelves with three rows of candles lit by the wall.

But the smell of burnt bones that filled the air didn't come from the overturned candles. Amtils dropped the half-cut dagger in his hand and stared at the Count in front of him, whose sword cut through the clothes on the demon's chest, leaving a deep scar on the demon's chest, but there was a trace of white smoke rising from the scar, and the hissing sound and the smell of burnt fire came from the scar.

"Hell, it's a demon-killing weapon!" Akiman cursed his luck and that of the dungeon lord as he pulled a scroll from his pocket and threw it into the air, a cobweb appearing out of thin air above the count's head and falling to cover the count. Taking advantage of the fact that the Earl was unable to break free of the cobweb, Aqiman walked quickly to the demon Amtils, who was sitting on the ground covering his wounds, but the archmage could not do anything about the wounds on the demon's body caused by the demon slaying weapon, but the demon grabbed the archmage's sleeve and whispered, "Let's go!"

The Archmage agrees with his dungeon master's opinion. If the attack magic doesn't work, the archmage can't do any direct damage to the Count, and the Count's Demon Slaying Sword prevents Amtils from approaching his side, so slipping away is probably the best solution. Archman raised his staff high in his hand and began to chant a spell that would teleport them both elsewhere.

The demon who endured the pain in his chest waited for the mage's teleportation magic to complete, and looked up at Count Brad Crane, who was trying to tear open the cobwebs bound to his armor, and the count's eyes were now completely blood-red, and at first glance they looked exactly like the Dungeon Lord's kind! (To be continued......