Section 133 Heavy Blow

"This sword...... This sword ......," the Bloodfang Lord howled angrily. The long sword in Ashrufat's hand was not of the highest quality, and the energy that was clearly visible to the naked eye was wrapped around the blade. But he never imagined that this sword actually had the ability to harm himself.

This would have been impossible. The Blood God had bestowed upon him extraordinary powers, and as long as he used the power of his will to open the magical shield on the cursed armor, there should be no way to harm him. But why is this sword able to do it?

When the two of them staggered by, Ashrufat wounded him with his sword. Perhaps the attack was too fast, and the wound didn't burst open until now.

However, after all, he has become a demon prince, and his vitality is far comparable to that of ordinary people. This blow may be a heavy blow to humans, but it is far from fatal for the Demon Prince.

However, this heads-up is far from over. Because a whole group of warriors suddenly appeared on the side, calling the name of the Father of the Plague and rushed over.

Just now, the Bloodfang Lord was easily injured by Eshurufat because of the disturbance of mortals, so he was even more furious at this moment. For the first time, he spread his wings and flew towards the sky. Although his flight was clumsy, he still fell in front of the new fighters.

The Demon Prince stood like a god of war in front of the rushing insects, his wings outstretched, and with his terrifying courage he single-handedly blocked the other's direction, allowing these foolish mortals to see more clearly what they were up against. Wounded, the Demon Prince, burning with rage, let out a low, defiant roar. The humble insects quickly wavered and retreated at the sight of this rival who was far beyond the reach of any other human. Even when they called on the name of Nurgle, it was pointless to ask for the help of the Father of the Plague.

The Bloodfang Lord raised his axe and swept away the nearest bugs in an instant. In the face of such a formidable opponent, the Nurgle believers could not contain the fear in their hearts, and they turned around and fled.

After doing this, he turned around and faced Ashruphat again. Unlike his subordinates, the Chaos Lord didn't waver at all, as long as his eyes flashed with a cold gaze mixed with anger and hatred.

The Demon Prince slowly walked towards his opponent, and this time, he no longer despised his opponent. He proudly praised the glory of the Blood God, glaring at the mortal in front of him who dared to hurt him, and raised his battle axe.

No one else dared to intervene in this duel again, not even the guards of Ashrufat. A fierce battle ensued between two people, two generals. Even the eyes of the gods had already detached themselves from the entire battlefield at this time and concentrated on this small dueling arena. One is the blood god who represents the power of endless ** and destruction, and the other represents the other three chaos gods. This battle not only determines the victory or defeat of the two people, but also determines the victory or defeat of this battle, and even more determines the balance of power between the entire chaos.

The Bloodfang Lord's battle axe opens and closes like a devastating storm, each blow with the power to tear a giant elephant apart. Ashrufat, on the other hand, was as dexterous and agile as a fawn. He dodged and blocked enemy attacks for the most part, but every time he counterattacked, he never missed, and he was able to add a scar to the Bloodfang Lord's body. The power of the cursed armor was meaningless in the face of his sword, and the withering sword sliced through the Demon Prince's body, completely ignoring the magical protection that could have blocked all damage.

In response to this attack, the Bloodfang Lord responded with a roar of rage. The blade slashed through the Demon Prince's body again and again, making him feel a sharp pain. Although none of these injuries were fatal to the Demon Prince, as the damage accumulated, he could feel the anger and power in his body gradually draining away. It was the first time he had encountered such an enemy since he became the Demon Prince. Although the other party still looked like a mortal, the Blood Fang Lord could feel that Ashrufat's speed, agility, and fighting skills were not lost to his own demonic ascension in the slightest.

No, it's impossible...... That's right, it's the body type. The sheer size gives you an advantage in strength, but it also makes it easier to hit. Naturally, it doesn't matter if the other miscellaneous fish are used, and they can use magic protection to counteract the opponent's attacks, but in the face of such an object that ignores magic protection, things don't go so smoothly.

He had to face it with all his might, using even more frantic attacks to find a chance to kill the enemy with one blow. The weapons of the two sides constantly collided with each other, stirring up dazzling fire. Although the Bloodfang Lord's battle axe was heavy, the power of each blow was unloaded by the long sword, and not a single blow could cut it down. However, this magic longsword from an unknown source has incredible hardness and toughness, even if it collides with a battle axe.

Realizing that this style of fighting was not good for him, the Bloodfang Lord retreated. But this became a mistake. Taking advantage of his retreat to get away, Ashrufat began to fight back, the withering sword flying like lightning, constantly looking for the opponent's flaws. However, the tomahawk is also recognized as a weapon that is advantageous for offense and not for defense. Taking advantage of a gap in the Bloodfang Lord, Ashruphat stabbed his opponent once more. The Demon Prince let out a terrifying roar and tried to fight back, but his impatient action made Ashruphat find another opportunity to stab the second sword. The Demon Prince let out a roar of pain and frustration, the first time he had shown such ugliness in front of his opponent. More attacks then fell on him, and the pain all over his body burned like hellish flames.

"What's wrong with Starcut?" Ashruphat took advantage of the gap in the attack and shouted out his doubts. "You killed her?"

"That's right, and you!"

This time, the Bloodfang Lord was finally completely furious. After becoming the Demon Prince, he had never been hurt like this. This is mainly due to the fact that the cursed armor on his body can produce extraordinary powers to protect himself, and although it does not last long, it is immune to all magical and physical damage during the maintenance period. But even if the cursed armor fails, he's still a demon prince who no one else can match. In other words, the way a demon prince fights is by no means as simple as that of ordinary humans, and it is not all about muscles and battle axes.

Wielding his axe, he took advantage of the opportunity to block his opponent's approach with a barrage of attacks, thus widening the distance.

But this is an enemy position after all. It's just that after a while, another group of enemy troops came to support their general. Another group of plague warriors approached this side, and they quickly recognized what was happening. Then, like a soldier's inevitable choice on the battlefield, they lunged on the Bloodfang Lord.

This is not the previous squad of dozens of people, but there is a large team, hundreds or even thousands of fighters.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!" the Blood Fang Lord let out a roar of rage, a thunderous roar that resounded through the sky. At this moment, he emanated the power of chaos from his whole body, and even the soldiers who were charging showed a noticeable stasis, and no one could look directly at his hateful face. The Demon Prince rushed into the enemy line, venting his abusive anger at the enemies in front of him. In this moment, he was more like the embodiment of terror than a mortal thing, like a red beast. His whole body was shrouded in energy like flames. This supernatural power allows him to generate intense, irrepressible fears. This power greatly affected the enemy, leaving most of the Nurgle warriors killed without putting up a decent resistance.

At the end of the massacre, he opened his bloody mouth and devoured the stumps from his axe, the bodies of his victims strewn everywhere under his feet.

This brutal embodiment of terror defies all challenges with a terrifying roar, a cursed flame burning in his eyes. In front of him, the remnants of the Nurgle warriors collapsed. And the Blood Fang Lord finally turned his head again, facing the only fierce enemy, the Chaos Lord Aerufat.

He held a tomahawk in one hand, and a whip full of thorns appeared in the other.

During this brief slaughter, most of his wounds had healed. He strode towards Ashrufat, wielding the Whip of Darkness. The whip was also the product of supernatural abilities, making a dull sound when it hit the ground, and when it hit the corpses, the corpses exploded one by one, spilling blood and flesh all over the ground.

Only a few warriors were still desperately trying to attack him, but in the face of this bloodthirsty demon king who was like the embodiment of destruction, no one could stop him for even half a second. His footsteps exuded the breath of death, and the greataxe of death wielded in his hand cut down these fragile mortals with the ease of a scythe. All organized rebellion collapsed in the face of the Demon Prince's majestic momentum.

After the last Nurgle warrior to try to resist was defeated, the Bloodfang Lord let out a cry mixed with bloodthirsty madness. It was a savage and frantic howl, not a cry of human victory, but the howl of a frenzied pack of wolves that walked rampantly among the corpses.

"So you can recover the strength from killing......" Ashruphat stared at his enemy. The Demon Prince is powerful, fast, and can recover from killing, and there is no way to rely on cannon fodder to die. He gave orders to the guards beside him.

"Stay on the sides, don't let anyone else come and send them to death!"

He clenched his sword. With the instincts of a warrior, he could feel that the strength of the Blood Fang Lord had increased considerably. He was much more dangerous now than he had been before--why?Why did the Blood Fang Lord retain his strength in such a battle?Could it be that the legendary Demon Prince was ostracized by the material world?

Legend has it that the demon prince's demonic nature makes them ostracized by the material world, so they can't stay in this world for a long time. So the Bloodfang Lord must hide some of his power in order to exist in this world without being ostracized, but since he has now liberated all his power, it may mean that he will leave this world soon?

However, even if the Bloodfang Lord had to be ostracized by the world and leave sooner or later, at least that would be after this battle. At least for now, this demon prince is a terrible enemy.

"Hahaha...... So you're looking for her?!Unfortunately, you're too late!Ashrufat!" The Bloodfang Lord stopped. After the killing just now, he seemed to have grown in size a bit, and his whole body was wrapped with energy like flames. Even the eyes and mouth look like they are breathing fire. "But I'll give you a chance! If you beat me, I'll tell you where Xingke went?"

But in reality, this sentence was purely to contain Ashrufat and keep him from escaping. Because the Lord of Blood Fang knew very well that although he could use his whole body strength, he would not be able to maintain this state for too long. Moreover, he could already feel the consequences of the over-intensification of demonic power. The longer this battle drags on, the greater the after-effects.

Ashrufat looked at his opponent, and as a warrior, he could clearly feel the other's extraordinary strength. The Demon Prince's ability to regain his power through killings means that in the face of such an enemy, accumulating damage with a large number of light hits to drag them down will not work (although this is the usual way humans deal with Behemoths). Even if he managed to inflict enough damage on the Bloodfang Lord, the Bloodfang Lord would still be able to escape with his wings......

You only get one chance...... When both sides approach, give the opponent a fatal blow. However, if the blow fails to have a lethal effect, then Ashrufat will be defeated. Because in that case, it is almost impossible for him to escape the counterattack of the other party.

Can the withered sword kill the Bloodfang Lord with a full blow...... The question is still to be discussed, but the full force of the axe-I'm afraid the chaos armor on his body (though it's also a magic armor) can't stand it.

But there was no time to think about it more, the demon prince had already rushed up, first with a whip, and only when Ashrufat was dodging did he really swing his axe.

The axe grazed against Ashrufat's breastplate. Although Ashrufat had thought that his armor would not be able to stop the axe, he did not expect that this seemingly light wipe would cut off a small piece of the armor.

The whip swung again.

This time, Ashrufat did not dodge. He rushed forward, pulled the cloak over his armor, and took the blow, allowing the whip to whip at him. But the destructive magic of the whip was invisible to his pure white magic cloak. He approached the Demon Prince, stabbing with all his might before he could retract his axe and deliver a second blow.

The withered sword stabbed the brass cursed armor, which had all the power of Aerufat, and the power was so terrifying that even the miraculous armor forged by the blood god himself could not withstand it. The cursed armor shattered under the blade, and the longsword pierced through the armor, piercing the chest to the heart. At this moment, under the urging of Ashrufat, the magical energy wrapped around the blade suddenly increased, shining with dazzling light.

"Ahhhhh......h The Demon Prince's physical body began to twist and slowly crack. The Bloodfang Lord wails in pain as his demonic life force is draining. The burning anger in his eyes and body gradually dimmed, and his massive body quickly withered and withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.