Ruins of the Old Tower.

Dios' expression was solemn, holding the shield of light and thorns in his left hand and a spare steel sword in his right hand.

The "Burning City" he usually used had already broken into countless pieces, and the murderer was looking at him with a smile on the treetops not far in front of him.

Even though Carter Roman was unarmed, Dios still didn't dare to take it lightly. Legendary warriors, picking flowers and flying leaves, can hurt people, and the blades in their hands can make them like tigers, but without weapons, it will not limit their play.

Well?

A breeze blew, and Cattroman suddenly turned his head and looked thoughtfully at the demonic circle by the river. Dios was puzzled, and secretly moved his steps, and at a glance, his face couldn't help but show surprise.

At that moment just now, the King of the Flame Demons, who had been silent all along, slowly opened his eyes as if his soul had returned to his body. But why did he have a hideous wound on his chest for some reason. Obviously, during this period of time, he has never left half a step, and there is no abnormal behavior.

"General, it's getting late, so please go back. Dios didn't understand why, but he knew it didn't bode well. After a moment's thought, he spoke again and tried to get Carter Romans out of the valley.

"There's no hurry. Cartroman's mind was already in the mood, but he was suddenly interested. It seems that what the master said is true, Allegri does have some kind of powerful power, and even the King of Fire Demon can't suppress it and is seriously injured.

It's just not clear how Allegri is progressing and whether he has regained that power.

Thinking of this, Catroman watched intently, and saw Barnalgomo walking slowly, circling around the magma stone egg. It's very slow. Stopping every few steps, he stretched out his fingers, dipped the blood from the wound on his chest, and sketched twisted runes on the solidified magma shell.

Cat Roman's had heard that demon's blood was a powerful spellcasting ingredient. But there is such a way to use it in front of you. But it's a bit shocking.

What did the Fire Demon King do when he used such a secret method, and should he take the opportunity to destroy it?

As if sensing his malice, Dios subconsciously stepped forward and clenched the shield in his hand. This ritual is obviously at a critical juncture, and if the other party makes trouble, maybe the previous efforts will be wasted.

Even if you have no chance of winning, you can't take a step back. In the first half of his life, Dios was indoctrinated with this idea countless times. He has always adhered to this creed with his own actions.

Now that the vicissitudes of life have passed, there is no home behind him. When he thinks about it, Dios is often saddened. But in front of his companions, he never showed it. All the things of that day were shrouded in a layer of gloomy fog. Now that even the Thunder King of Snowton and the Archbishop of the Holy See of Light have all returned to the loess, where can he restore the truth. And against whom can he draw his sword for vengeance?

"Don't be nervous, General Dios. I have no ill intentions," Carter Roman, who seemed to deliberately lower his voice in the soft moonlight, "In fact, we have a common enemy......"

"What do you mean?" Dios, with a pang in his heart, immediately asked rhetorically.

"Church of Light. Isn't it the enemy of you and me?" Cartroman replied indifferently, but there seemed to be a trace of inexplicable affection in his eyes, "Especially you, General, don't you still have a long sword called 'Burning City'?"

Dios chewed on his words. I always feel that there is a deep meaning in it. Just as I was about to ask something, a heat wave suddenly came from behind me.

On the gray-black magma shell, runes outlined in demonic blood revealed a dark red firelight.

Banargomo gasped for air, his fingers pressing, and carefully finished the final stroke.

The Flame Demon Seal has taken shape!

Banargo Mo snorted, his hands clenched suddenly.

In the shocked eyes of the onlookers, the blood-red rune circuits lit up one after another, and the demonic magic circle, which was originally more than ten meters in radius, began to shrink sharply.

It's like a pair of invisible giant hands, squeezing inward hard. Its diameter, from more than ten meters to three or five meters, took only a few moments.

"No, Allegri is still inside!" Dios's heart tightened, if this momentum continues, won't Allegri in the magic circle be crowded?

His worries were unnecessary.

In the next moment, Allegri's figure was gradually revealed. The contracted magma shell, as if it were in two different planes, with no interference with each other's existence. His body, piercing through the magma crust, seemed to pass through a layer of illusory phantoms, and did not suffer any damage.

Faintly, Dios seemed to see that Allegri's feet were not the ground, and that there was a light white water that flickered.

Electricity and flint, dust settled.

On the banks of the Jade River, the demon circle vanished, and Allegri stood on the soft ground, looking around a little blankly, as if he hadn't reacted yet.

The magma ball shrunk to the size of a pigeon's egg. There were faint blood-red lines on the skin, like runes outlined in demonic blood.

Then, the little ball, like a bird's throw, sank into Allegri's eyebrows, and it was fleeting, and there was no trace of it.

Banargomo let out a sigh of relief, fell back like a loss of strength, and sat down on the ground.

Urging the demon circle and sealing the Divine Head of Light, these two things almost exhausted all the power in his body.

"Good means. ”

Half an hour later, there was a crisp clapping sound from a big tree next to him. Carter Roman was amazed, like a passing spectator who had just enjoyed a wonderful scene.

"General, have you read it this time?" Dios snorted in a low voice.

"Farewell. Cartroman smiled slightly, no longer nostalgic, turned around with his hands in his hands, and jumped down from the treetops in a dashing manner. But at the same time, an inaudible word was sent to Dios's ears with the wind,

"By the way, there will be an old man visiting later, and the general must be merciful...... Otherwise, it will be regretted. ”

This sentence was clueless, and Dios didn't know what to do, and was a little stunned for a while.

At this moment, the mutation is happening again!

A violent murderous aura suddenly erupted.

From the meandering Xiyu River, a black shadow parted the sparkling water waves and slammed onto the riverside bank.

Like a beast of prey, he shook and shook off the droplets of water all over his body, and with a glance of his fierce one-eye, he firmly locked on Allegri, who was still a little dazed.

"Sir, I'm here to give you a funeral. He smirked, revealing a mouthful of snow-white fangs, and the huge flail in his hand was stained with blood and rust. (To be continued......)

PS: (2000 words.) ）