The Flamemane Mastiff wiped out all cannon fodder fallen people loaded with magic cannonballs in one fell swoop, and completely destroyed the stump of Singal Darkspear, ensuring that the veteran fallen could not be resurrected.

At the same time, the winged demon wolf, the shield-scale pangolin, and other magical beasts, whose bodies have been turned into extremely strong by the power of the bull, are ignited by the berserk magic to ignite the anger that has been squeezing for a long time, and out of resentment for the degenerates who once enslaved them, they invariably pounce into the entrance of the beehive, trying to find the degenerates hiding in the depths of the lair, and capture them and kill them.

The winged demon wolf flapped its bat's wings full of poisonous insects and mosquitoes, flew in first, roared without hesitation, summoned seven or eight honeycomb-like things, and released highly poisonous killer bees in one go.

With his mental power antennae, he found that in the honeycomb hole of the grinding plate, there were a steady stream of poisonous bees the size of his thumb, with black and yellow markings on the surface of his body, and the poisonous needles at the end of the tail were as hard as steel, and even had many barbs.

These little creatures who don't know where they came from, following the orders of the winged demon wolf, gathered in wisps, and condensed into a cloud of bees out of thin air, and the black pressure continued to fall.

Grace Loslin couldn't help but throw an identification technique at it, and then began to read the lingua franca description above: "Hell Poison Bee! It's not the honeycomb of the Wheat Plains that has been infected with magic, but a native product from the Nine Hells? When did the demonic beasts also have the ability to summon across planes? Besides, mammals and arthropods are not related? There must be a secret in it that I don't know, it's really a headache!"

With a roar from the winged wolf, the thick cloud of bees rushed to the nearest Fallen hideout, a veteran with a spider on his face, its lair covered with dust and cobwebs of mosquito corpses, hanging like a labyrinth that could easily disorient.

It's a pity that there are too many poisonous bees that make up the bee cloud, and even if some of them are stuck by cobwebs, one or two are better, and dozens of them lie on it, and even the well-resilient cobwebs can't withstand it, wrapping around these hell bees, like a sac ball falling to the ground, revealing the dry rocks behind.

In the blink of an eye, the senior depraved person with the spider demon pattern didn't even release the magic essence in his body, and was overwhelmed by the swarming bee cloud, which looked like a humanoid bee ball.

The layers of infernal poisonous bees that poured up their buttocks without hesitation, violently ejected needles containing poison, easily penetrated the tough skin obtained by the veteran depraved after trading with demons, and pierced into the veins and muscles fiercely, and quickly released paralyzing and spasmodic poison.

In just an instant, the veteran degenerate was hit by thousands of bee needles, not to mention whether his will could pass the test, such a large dose of toxin, injected in all directions without dead ends, not only made the person lose control of his muscles, but also convulsed and atrophied due to violent spasms.

The internal organs also followed the bad luck, especially the heart, which is the most important to the degenerate, was paralyzed by the frenzied influx of toxins and stopped beating at the first time, and then the functions of the internal organs immediately stopped.

The only achievement he can make is the spider web technique, the number of hell poisonous bees peeling off the surface of the bee cloud is quite large, but compared to the thousands, even hundreds of thousands, or millions of bee cloud itself, it is just a drop in the bucket.

At the same time, the shield scale pangolin also showed its trump card killing move, its claws were literally +5 divine weapons, and even the slightest contact with the hard rock would be as soft as dirt, and it would be dug up and slashed away by this demonized beast.

Surprisingly, the scales on its body were like the best sound-absorbing metal, and any of rubble would disappear.

In other words, even if the Fallen person uses the "Heaven Hearing and Vision", half of their ability (Heaven Hearing) is abolished, and as for the Earth Vision that peeks through the movement of the earth, it seems that it is not easy to find shield scales with natural protective colors.

What's even worse is that after the Fallen captured the monsters and raised them to maturity, many people did not fully understand their abilities, so something very ridiculous happened.

The weapons of murder trained by the worshippers of these demons have unfortunately become the embodiment of terror in harvesting their lives due to the loss of the shackles of restraint.

With scent, memory, and inspiration, the Pangolin quickly finds the nearest Fallen, and is good at using stealth to remain invisible at all times, acting as the first staff officer in the Fallen's lair.

Since this person's hideout is full of butterfly scales, any enemy who tries to sneak in will be disturbed by the slight movement of the air current, and their whereabouts will be revealed.

As a result, the overconfident degenerate, with his back against the rock wall, opened his forehead's dense compound eyes like gemstone breaks, to ensure all-round surveillance, and there would be no blind spots in the field of vision.

It's a pity that he can guard against the entrance of the lair, and he always keeps an eye on the surroundings, and the enemies who may jump in at any time with "flashing" have forgotten that among the demonic beasts raised in the lair, there is a terrible demonic beast that is good at digging holes.

At this time, the shield-scale pangolin has quietly approached the range of its prey, and the scales that can absorb sound not only make the movement of digging through the rock completely disappear, but also seem to weaken the keen sense of the fallen and the sense of smell.

So, after watching from the wall, ready to watch the show, through the tentacles of mental power, he saw this pangolin with special abilities quickly break through the ground, and the sharp claws of the forelimbs of the +5 divine soldier were put together, like a drill bit for drilling a well, easily stabbing into a certain part of the fallen in an invisible state.

The shield-scale pangolin spun violently, its legs as thick as a stone pier jumped up, and the whole beast was like a cannonball, passing through the soft viscera, rising against the spine of its prey, and finally taking off its helmet-like head and appearing on the headless corpse of the degenerate.

"Tsk...... Even if there is a cruel bloodlust spawned by berserk magic, but after all, it is an introduction, and the hatred of the demonic beasts themselves for the master of the fallen is the key, otherwise they would not be so easily fooled and driven by me to devour the master!"

Embarrassine looked at the winged demon wolf as if it were a puppeteer, controlling an unusually large cloud of bees through the hive floating around him, and constantly hunting down the degenerates who were hiding with their numerical superiority. Not to be outdone, the shield scale pangolin is so high that it has no friends, and its claws are folded to pick chrysanthemums, which is also the result of killing prey on the spot.

At the same time, the flame-maned mastiff appeared in the den of the degenerate, and with its keen sense of smell, it specifically sought out the weaker prey.