People who worship the power of demons, who covet and choose to be degenerate, are attracted to each other and gather together, and those with the strongest power often use brutal means and violence to establish a fragile power structure.

Once they lose their leader, the fallen suddenly become a plate of scattered sand, and out of the consideration of self-preservation first, they fall into a situation of fighting on their own, trying to avoid being hit by the enemy who takes the initiative to hit the door, and they will be wiped out in one go.

Seeing his formidable enemies scatter and flee, hiding in his long-established territory, he couldn't help but shake his head, even less at the depravity who could not entrust their backs to their partners.

The "lair" that the Fallen have been operating for a long time is a rocky mountain that rises from the ground after a massive earthquake destroys the rock formations, and the near-vertical rock walls are dug out of large and small entrances, like beehives with openings facing outward.

As for the specially leveled plaza in front, there are all kinds of dangerous magic traps, including a poisonous pit with scorpions and poisonous snakes hidden at the bottom, and the roar of evil spirits that have been activated into huge human faces to devour passers-by.

After scanning back and forth with the help of his mental power tentacles, he immediately "lit up" the specific location of the trap in this square, quickly planned several routes in and out, and memorized them firmly.

Later, the indigenous peasants whom his henchman Fergus spoke of were indeed tied up on wooden frames and surrounded by a double circle on the inside, which did look like some kind of evil sacrificial ritual.

As for the demonic beasts raised by the Fallen, there are mastiffs as big as bulls, with thick fur spewing out faint flames, which look like they are on fire, and there are pangolins with shield scales, but they are much larger, their scales are metallic, and the edges are like blades with open edges, and I feel chills in my heart when I look at them.

If it weren't for the magic shackles refined by the Fallen, which firmly contained the vital points of the demonic beasts, maybe these guys who were wild by nature would have turned over and devoured the Lord as soon as possible.

When Grace Loslin saw the mad demonic beast, his spiritual power tentacles naturally stretched out, and after a little contact, as expected, it was all anger caused by being tamed and obeying.

"These powerful wretched creatures, once released from their shackles, will ignite the lairs of the fallen with a long-standing rage. ”

Unhurriedly blessed these demonic beasts with the "Power of the Bull", and then added a "Berserk Technique", and then saw that the pangolin with the most peaceful attitude also erupted a breath as red as blood, nodded with satisfaction, and did not hesitate to release the two-ring magic force field cutting.

The invisible and qualitative force field saw landed on the magic shackles as scheduled, and because of the fact that Eun Loslin was multi-purpose and could maintain fine operation, it suddenly destroyed the ordinary texture of the cast iron neck hoop.

As the severed shackles snapped to the ground and fell to the ground, the freed beast immediately raised its head and roared, expressing its pent-up anger and hatred for the abuse it had suffered since the Fallen had managed to capture it.

Grace Roslin couldn't help but be amazed when he saw the largest "Flame-Maned Mastiff" shed two lines of hot tears, and as soon as he landed on the ground, he burned the hard ground into a fist-sized scorch.

Immediately afterward, the flame-maned mastiff jumped up on the spot, ran on the smooth mirror-like cliff, alternated two or three vertical leaps, and quickly came to the few remaining degenerates who had turned on their humanoid self-propelled cannon form.

The demonic disorder did not delay the beast's casting, its claws were attached to the charred black magic pattern, and with a random swing, it could release a chainsaw-like flaming blade, constantly spinning and slashing towards the surrounding area.

Loaded with huge and heavy spell-like organs and additional plug-ins, these cannon fodder fallen people move more slowly than ordinary people, naturally unable to dodge the attack of the flame-maned mastiff, and their bloated bodies are even more difficult to resist the edge of the flame flying blade, and in the blink of an eye, they are cut into several pieces, or lying or lying on the ground, and they can't survive.

As the follicle containing the half-finished magic cannonball was cut open, the ruptured and leaked magic essence immediately experienced violent friction, which in turn triggered a second tragic martyrdom.

With the lightning whip flashing like a magnesium lamp, the black and red fire snake continued to sweep and rage, and none of the remaining cannon fodder fallen escaped, all of them were triggered by a high concentration of magic in their bodies, starting the process of self-destruction.

At the same time, the spiritual flame-maned mastiff was not carried away by the two-ring magic and berserk technique, and still maintained the calmness and wisdom of the high-level demonic beast, glanced at the wreckage of the senior degenerate Singar Darkspear, and unhurriedly opened his mouth to spit out the bucket-thick flame python, burning all the flesh fragments into charcoal, before jumping down.

Grace Roslin glanced at it curiously, and was surprised to find that the flesh and blood containing a high concentration of magic essence still maintained a certain vitality, but now it was burned by the high-temperature magic flames, and could do nothing except make the hoarse sound of insects before the temporary, and gradually dehydrated and charred, and finally turned into a small pinch of black ash, which was blown away by the hot wind.

"If this shattered state can still come back to life, I'm embarrassed Lotrin, I'm willing to call you the strongest!"

In fact, Singal Darkspear does still have a hidden hand, but there is not a single cell left on the scene, and its murderous and ruthless soul has lost its support, and can only wander around alone, hoping not to be discovered by its demon master, nor to be found by its fellow Fallen.

After all, the soul of a veteran degenerate, after being refined into a soul crystal, is simply one of the best materials, enough to create very powerful magical weapons, such as the Hellroar necklace, the singing crystal skull, and so on.

It is a pity that Singal Darkspear's good luck has long been exhausted today, but his bad luck has come one after another, his soul does not dare to approach the lair of the Fallen, and wanders out, without warning, it was discovered by the spiritual power tentacles of Ann Lotrin, and he was captured at the first time.

The unsuspecting soul of Singal Darkspear was no match for Ron Lothlin, and in the blink of an eye, he was imprisoned by the Three-Ring Magic Soul Pot, and then he stripped away the rudimentary spiritual defense, and was squeezed out of the secrets of many degenerates.

"Gutter rats, screaming beetles, mud snakes, fiddler crabs, demonic bodies that have been burned by the fire of the Fallen, put the soul of the fallen into the heart of the center and left of the chest, and everything can be reincarnated as a low-level demon! What kind of messy setting? Reincarnation ritual? What kind of casual thing, what are you kidding?"

After secretly deducing it, she was stunned to find that the reincarnation technique was real, and she couldn't help but laugh out loud, after all, she had discovered a ritual magic that mass-produced lower-level demons.

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