When Lance left Earth and headed for the Abyssal Plane, he never imagined that he would eventually become a Demon Lord.

And he didn't expect that it would take him more than twenty years to return to the Kreeland plane from the abyss. In the meantime, he didn't know what had happened to his old friends in Creeland. As for his father and brother, they are only mortals, and in this dangerous world, it is easy to take the life of a mortal in more than twenty years.

But Lance had no choice, and the barriers between the planes were much stronger than he had imagined.

When he walked down from the advanced plane, the barrier was relatively weak, but it was much more difficult to swim up the river of the plane.

So when he stepped out of the carriage and saw the familiar faces, his mood, which had always been unwavering, was a little excited.

"Lance!" Dora shouted.

Lance opened his arms and smiled genuinely for the first time in a long time.

On the other hand, the Sioux warriors were not prepared to give this inexplicable fellow a chance to catch up with the enemy.

All the warriors roared and rushed forward, including the terrifying, hill-like war demons.

All the wizard apprentices on the city walls showed a look of despair. And Dora and the others were also nervous, knowing that now was not the time to catch up.

This battle is far from over.

At this moment, however, Lance stood on the edge of the carriage, in the middle of the battlefield, and began to chant a deep incantation.

His chant was frighteningly fast, and Rao was Dora's current magical attainment. I could only hear that he was chanting a summoning spell.

What is he calling?

The war demon roared and slammed into him, but Lance stood still.

The succubus suddenly flew high, and a golden flame flew out in his hand, landing on the body of the war demon, and instantly burned the demon to ashes!

The Sioux were taken aback and focused all their attention on the succubus.

In their opinion, the strange spells used by this succubus are their biggest nemesis.

After all, the war demons are their greatest reliance on defeating the natives of the Dawning Plains.

It's just that the Sioux wizard is a little relieved that the succubus is obviously weaker after using that golden fireball.

"She can't use this witchcraft more than once. They are no match for us!"

A third-level Sioux wizard roared.

The Sioux army, whose morale had just dropped, suddenly reinvigorated. A flood of magic began to pour in.

Instead of getting closer, they bombarded the succubus with their spells first—and the mage beside her.

That's right, it's probably the best way to describe this mage as not knowing whether he is alive or dead. He just stood there, facing the magic in the sky. Don't dodge at all!

"Lance. Get out of the way!"

Dora and Roy et al. They all showed a look of urgency.

They just wanted to make a move, but they were entangled by their respective opponents.

These third-level wizards of the Sioux will not allow them to free up their hands to participate in the battle below.

It's a balance that has to be maintained.

Everyone held their breath. Look at the wizard who is chanting incantations unscrupulously.

The succubus dropped the fireball and immediately hid behind Lance.

In the next second, the magic in the sky smashed down frantically. Although most of these spells are first-level and second-level witchcraft, there are enough of them to tear apart an unprotected third-level wizard when fused together!

"I don't know what to call a guy!" a Sioux wizard scoffed, "Before he can finish chanting his sorcery, our magic can tear him apart!"

Who knew that at this time, at the moment when those magic eyes were about to hit Lance, a strange distortion suddenly appeared around him.

Solomon's Bloodline Ability - Warp the Void!

This powerful bloodline ability, under the control of Lance, shows a staggering effect.

There was a strange force field around him, which was distorted and absorbed all the magic into it!

It's as if there is a gluttonous beast that opens its bloody mouth and eats all these thousands of witchcraft!

It's incredible!

Outside the entire Kel'thugad fortress, there was silence. Not to mention the Sioux people, even the wizard apprentices on the city wall watched this scene in amazement.

At this time, someone vaguely remembered: "That man, isn't that Mr. Lance, the first guest secretary of our Wind Dragon Society, when it was established?"

"It is said that after the establishment of the Wind Dragon Society, he left the Dawning Plain and traveled everywhere in search of greater power. ”

"I've seen his portrait in the Hall of Wisdom, it's him, it's really him!"

"His strength is so strong, he can absorb the spells of thousands of people alone?!

A female apprentice is a nymphomaniac: "So handsome, even more handsome than in the portrait......"

"Stupid, there's no way Mr. Lance has a crush on your character!" a mean male wizard beside her couldn't help but sneer, "Mr. Lance...... But what about the man who can make our leader wait for more than twenty years......"

"You mean?" the female apprentice looked curious.

Who knew that at this time, a fierce gaze suddenly came from the sky.

The two immediately shut up.

As a third-level wizard, Dora's hearing is naturally extremely keen, and the gossip of these little wizards will inevitably reach her ears.

But it's not that she really cares, it's Lance!

The ability to distort the void doesn't seem to have disappeared after absorbing thousands of sorcery.

Sioux wizards are also aware of this strange situation, and generally speaking, Void-twisting sorcery will send those witchcraft that try to harm them to another world, and then disappear immediately.

But that black, twisted ring-shaped object. After devouring so much witchcraft, it didn't go away.

Lance's chanting continued, but before he could finish his chanting, a strange sound suddenly swirled in the twisted void around him.

The dark black ring suddenly broke away from Lance's body, turned into a pitch-black cloud, and flew towards the Sioux army at high speed.

"Be careful!" a third-level Sioux wizard reminded loudly, as if he had guessed something.

However, it was too late.

When the clouds came over the Sioux warriors and wizards, a thousand sorcery began to rain down!

Thunder, Fire, Frost, Acid, Arcane, Force Field, Missile......

Countless spells made for a frenzied magical feast, smashing the unsuspecting Sioux warriors on their backs.

Solomon's Bloodline Ability - Spell Counter!

There was a wail, a death and a wound.

The four third-level Sioux wizards suddenly turned red-eyed.

They didn't think of it. Lance alone. It can turn the tide of battle!

Cheers rang out from the city walls, and by this time, Lance's identity had been quickly passed out.

The chief guest of the Wind Dragon Society, who reappeared after disappearing for twenty years. To make herculean efforts to save a critical situation.

Such a script. Everybody likes it.

And when it comes to this. The incantation that Lance had been chanting before had finally come to an end.

Everyone looked eagerly as Lance folded his hands. A long cross was drawn on the chest!

In the next second, the entire Dawning Plains began to tremble wildly.

The mountains on both sides shook, the rocks shattered, and a large number of magical auras fell from the sky.

The men on the walls began to count.

"One, two...... Seven, nine...... Twelve!"

There are a total of twelve magic auras!

Everyone froze there.

It can't be! Because it defies common sense of summoning sorcery!

They didn't know what Lance was chanting, but they could be sure that it was summoning sorcery, as could be seen from the fall of these magical auras.

In the wizarding world of the Kreeland plane, there is a law that cannot be broken, that is, the upper limit of summoning sorcery is six!

No matter what summoning spell, whether you're summoning a skeleton archer, a greenskin, or a super creature like a red dragon, the maximum number of monsters you can summon is six!

This is the law of the plane, and it cannot be violated.

But now, in full view of everyone, Lance actually forcibly made twelve magic auras out.

Not to mention the wizards of the six major families, even the Sioux wizards trembled with fear.

"Oh my god, what the hell is this guy doing!"

The eldest Sioux Level 3 wizard looked at the twelve magic auras with a dry mouth.

This completely subverted his common sense.

The only thing he could do now was pray that what Lance had summoned wouldn't be too exaggerated!

Otherwise, this war, this war that the Soviets are bound to win, this war that has lasted for five years, I am afraid that the curtain will come to an end.

And that result is the last thing the Sioux people want to see.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the twelve magic auras.

Every magic aura is as huge as a small mountain, and compared to war demons, it is not inferior in the slightest.

In the hearts of all the Sioux people, an ominous premonition emerged. Their morale was extremely low.

Roar!

One by one, majestic and huge figures slowly appeared in the magic aura.

Red is their main color.

Every figure stands up to the sky, one-third taller than the war demon!

They have a raging flame burning on them, and their bodies are made of the strongest rocks.

Lance's body slowly rose, and the red necklace around his neck shone brightly.

"Goltai, the Lava Clan, is willing to serve Lord Solomon. ”

One of the huge figures, so said. All the big men showed humility to Lance, and bowed their proud heads slightly.

Lance pointed to the war demons not far away, and said calmly, "Kill them all." ”

The Sioux wizard closed his eyes, his heart twisted like a knife.

It's a foregone conclusion.

When these twelve lava giants appeared, he knew that they had lost this war.

"Who is Your Excellency?" asked the white-bearded old Sioux wizard in a trembling voice.

"Me?"

Lance smiled lightly: "I am the chief guest secretary of the Wind Dragon Society." (To be continued......)