The Elven buildings of the Al Ain are beautiful, full of white marble, and at the end of the arched corridor is a magical fountain.

The whole city is filled with the aura of magic.

But at the moment, the city is in the midst of war.

In the sky, the winged demons like harpies roared by, they were the hatchlings of the night demons, and they did not have the talent of the night demons to increase their strength in the dark, but at the same time, they would not be greatly weakened by the daytime.

Dense clusters of winged demons have taken over the entire sky, and everywhere they spit out poisonous acid, and the marble tiles have been corroded to the point of pits.

Leon harnessed the Invincible and made his way through the rain of acid, and he lightly drew Avalon to cut it off as a winged demon swooped down.

The bloodthirsty sword sucked the liquid out of the winged demon's body the moment it swept through it.

The bloodlust of the magic sword Avalon has always been the reason why Leon is reluctant to use it, because if the blood and soul of the enemy cannot satisfy it, it will turn against itself.

But he didn't need to worry about that anymore today, there were countless demons for him and Avalon to feast on.

Ahead, a winged demon slammed open the window of a house, and the elves hiding in the house let out a high-pitched scream.

This was followed by a scalp-tingling sound of devouring flesh.

As Leon severed its head, it was still gnawing at the elven's corpse, and the flesh slipped from its esophagus to the ground.

Leon frowned.

He found out that Avalon actually stopped devouring the blood of the winged demon, this guy was actually picky!

As if before eating a buffet, emptying the belly in advance and preparing to eat the most expensive and valuable food, the intelligence of this magic sword is really not to be underestimated.

He saw in the window, an elf girl with her mouth covered and crying silently was staring at him.

Leon held up a finger and put it in front of his mouth: "Shhhh ”

The elf girl was still looking at him blankly, probably not understanding his accented "dialect" at all.

He didn't stop there, but turned around and left in the direction where the demonic aura was the strongest.

To say that the massacre of the Muslims and the burning and looting of the Crusaders in Balak was a disaster, a devil – that would be an exaggeration.

The real demonic invasion is the apocalypse, the cleansing of all races without discrimination.

In this context, the joys and sorrows of the little people, and the sadness of a family that is broken in a blink of an eye, are completely insignificant.

Because of this situation, it is everywhere.

Although he had arrived in a world that was falling into an abyssal invasion and was about to fall, even darker than the dark Middle Ages, Leon's mood was not too bad.

The real abyss is still too dangerous for him, but this kind of place that is about to be destroyed by the hands of the abyss is an excellent breeding ground for him to grow quickly.

He was now in the second order of the middle sequence, and he could still steadily accommodate at least ten of the talents of the middle sequence without worrying about the risk of getting out of control.

He needs to screen out suitable targets as soon as possible in a short period of time, and then kill them and plunder them.

"Your talent is good, but unfortunately, the next moment it belongs to me. ”

The corners of Leon's mouth curled.

Invincible hissed and rushed towards the city gate.

...

Carved with intricate formations, the impregnable Gate of Lothern is shaking violently at this moment.

The ten-meter-tall siege demon is slamming down the magic door with a totem pole made of obsidian from hell.

The siege demons resembled centaurs, but their bodies were noticeably thicker and more powerful, their skin could withstand most damage, and they had a rough and heavy metal plate hanging from their chest, which was their only point of attack, with more than a dozen hearts scattered across its chest.

In addition to destroying all the more than ten hearts in a short period of time, even if its head is cut off, the siege demon will regrow its head in a short period of time.

This is the reason why this kind of demon, which eats a lot and has no magic ability, can firmly occupy a place in the countless abyssal legions.

In the same level, there are no demons who are better at attacking fortifications than them.

The elven warlocks chanted incantations with pale faces, trying to strengthen the defenses of the Gate of Lotherne, but the formations on it, and the magical aura flowing through it, were still fading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The gates of the city are about to be broken.

And on the towering white walls, blood has stained the marble tiles red.

The mage towers that held the magic shield of Lothern had been destroyed by hordes of winged demons, and the priceless magic ballistas had been destroyed one after another by their untold predecessors.

The elves of the Al Clan are skilled in bows and arrows and magic arts, but since the fall of the main gods, almost all of them have lost their effectiveness.

The magicians among them had to turn to magic, which they had never looked down on before, but this also made their magical attainments inferior to those of the medieval wizards.

On the city walls, more and more scythe demons climbed up, a kind of monster that resembled a mantis demon, only a low sequence, but that pair of scythes made them not only good at climbing, but also good at slicing the throats of enemies.

They begin hand-to-hand combat with the Elven Rangers.

These slender elven rangers are second to none in archery, but when it comes to melee combat, I am afraid they are not as good as the humans who are spurned by the elves.

At the very least, humans have sturdy armor, while elves tend to dress extra cool and sexy in order to move quickly.

And the demons don't know what sex appeal is.

Even if they did, for these elves, the end would only be worse than a clean death.

More and more elves were cut off their heads, limbs, and even waists by the scythe of the Scythe Demon, and the minced flesh was mixed in a pool of blood, making it look extremely muddy.

An extraordinarily young-looking elven ranger wept bitterly at the bloody scene, witnessing her mother's head cut off by a scythe demon.

Then, the scythe demons who rushed up vied to divide into countless segments, and the internal organs of the stump were chewed and swallowed into their stomachs with their mouthparts divided into three pieces.

She was weeping bitterly, but the enemy would not show the slightest compassion.

A scythe demon stared at it from behind, and the predator's grim compound eyes made it accurately timed, and the scythe swung it threatened to cut off the elven ranger's neck.

Click-

An ornately decorated white sword pierced the Scythe Demon's head.

The majestic ranger general shouted loudly: "Warriors, pick up your bows and arrows and weapons, this is the battlefield, no one has the right to grieve!"

The young elven ranger only knew how to weep bitterly.

The Ranger General was a little angry: "Warrior, return to your post, otherwise I will correct you on the spot for your dead mother!"

The sword lay across her slender neck, like a white swan.

But she still didn't realize it.

The Ranger General's heart softened.

She thought that before the demons came, elves of her age only knew how to play with butterflies in the forest, play among flowers, or wear garlands and go to Lothern with her friends to buy beautiful jewelry at festivals.

Their biggest trouble in the past was that their playmates next door and themselves both fell in love with the same heroic ranger general.

But now, they are standing on the bloody, foul-smelling battlefield of hell, fighting to the death with those hideous and terrifying monsters.

She couldn't help but murmur, "Lady Nasha, have you forgotten your devouts?"

"No, Lady Nasha hasn't forgotten us!"

Dressed in black leather armor, the Ranger General Kai'Sa ascended to the top of the city, her sword faster than a viper, and one scythe demon after another was slashed by her.

The elven priestess Beludanti whispered spell after spell, she was once the most powerful magician in Lotherne, and even after Lady Nasa fell, she was still the most powerful magician in Lotherne.

But even if these two souls of the Ain El clan joined the battlefield, the situation was still more and more unfavorable for the elves.

Even if every elf dies, it can replace several, or even dozens of mantis demons, but the number of demons seems to be endless, they don't count death at all, and after each demon dies, the soul will return to the abyss and be reborn.

And in the purgatory corridor that connects this world and the abyss, there are far more demons waiting to enter this world than the demons who died in this world.

This is a war that seems to have seen the end long ago.

Beludanti silently said in her heart: "Red knight, only you can save everything. ”