Chapter 428: .The Demon Lord

Waiting for the final battle.
Even now, the fighting on the battlefield is extremely fierce. The flowers of the withered creatures are everywhere. The blood stains the earth, and the rich smell of blood makes this place a slaughterhouse.
But in fact the real climax of the battle has not yet arrived, and both sides are waiting.
Gibran watched coldly.
Watching the semi-devilized believer forces he cultivated with his hard work was slowly wiped out.
These fanatics who could easily defeat the East County leader and nearly 10,000 elite troops were slowly tortured by the troops led by Kant, just like a grinding disc, they were crushed in the front and suppressed with an absolute amount.
Those half-devilized knights were almost wiped out by the whole army.
no way.
There are too many Sarande cavalry surrounding this group of knights.
Mamluk, Rider Sarand, and the desert robbers who rushed up from the back. The group surrounded these members of the Knights. Even if they were fighting for their lives, the number of knights and knights servants of these Knights decreased sharply.
What's more, there is also the fanatical trekker who was crushed.
They have no sophisticated defenses.
Under that black robe, most of the protection is only leather armor, not even armor.
Just a group of fanatical believers gathered together, carrying a long sword and axe in hand, relying on the power given by the demon, and transformed into a horrible semi-demon state, fighting with brute force and madness.
Under the direct counterattack of the elite Sergeant Roddock and Roddok senior spearman, the casualties were heavy!
Covered by several rounds of arrow rain.
It was bombed by two more spells.
By the Rhodoks' counterattack like a porcupine.
The number of these fanatics fell sharply faster, and there were also more fanatics killed in battle. They eventually turned into corpses on the ground, and all were killed in that layer of encirclement.
These fanatics are not qualified legionary infantry, but they are regarded as excellent soldiers.
All members of the team died and no one escaped.
Extremely heroic.
But Kant brought a mocking smile on this.
He certainly understands that this is not true courage, but an act of madness and bloodthirst that has been intensified from the bottom of his heart, and he has only completely lost his mind.
All standing on the battlefield in the end, the lonely figure.
Viscount Gibran.
Caused!
The blood mist is extremely rich, because the ground outside this death penalty mountain has been penetrated like blood by the low-lying.
There are corpses everywhere, and there is blood flowing from the corpses everywhere, like a small river, like a stream, more like a puddle, more like a swamp, more like a forever!
The battle has temporarily ended with the death penalty down and all enemy troops killed in action.
The Crimson sect left only Gibran.
Stood alone.
But no one dared to move on, because the thick blood mist was almost as real as it was wrapped around him, and more and more, superimposed, as if it were a horrible demon from hell.
Bestur returned to Kant.
The desert robbers with more than a thousand people still scattered and slowly walked around the battlefield.
The Mamluk and Salander riders, who lost more than half, also lined up in a charge formation, aiming at Gibran next to them, waiting for an order from Kant to start the charge again.
The same is true of those Rhodoks.
Broad shield spear array.
Low wall molding.
Faceless, stepping on the corpses of companions or fanatics under the feet, slowly moving, and the array was completed in the direction of Gibran, forming the dense square that they were most proud of on weekdays.
Surrounded by Roddock senior crossbowmen and Livingston Ranger.
The crossbowmen spread out.
Was scattered line.
The heavy crossbow and war bow in hand are ready.
Aiming at the front at any time, Gibran who is less than 3oo meters away will be covered by a round of arrows.
If they want to, they can shoot directly now. After all, for these elite crossbowmen, the 3oo-meter long-range shooting is still a fixed standing target, and the hit is not a problem.
But Kant did not give an order to attack.
He clenched the hilt.
This sword of king released a faint golden light.
A strong positive energy filled his heart and soul, and faintly dispersed, blessing the surrounding troops, forming a seemingly strong strength, which seemed to be pressed to crush Gibran.
But a faint force from the ground made Gibran insist.
Do not.
exactly.
It's the power penetrated by the majestic mountain of death penalty after coming here!
Through this ground, which has been transformed into a muddy battlefield like a slaughterhouse, the corpses of countless dead people, and the remaining resentful souls, penetrated by the medium and imposed the force on Gibran!
Lord of Hell Demons, Lord of Sin, Blaster of Flames, Fransas!
Kant remembers this title.
He will not forget.
Because when Gibran said the name, Kant knew that his real enemy was the abyss demon lord who was sealed in the ground during this ancient period!
"Hoo hu hu hu--"
The wind blows ~EbookFREE.me~ is the wind from the death penalty mountain, which emerges in the void.
But the violent wind carried a very deep negative energy and screamed towards the direction of Gibran, which was already entangled by blood mist, nearly eight meters high, and then accompanied by a whimper, that blood mist A figure appeared in.
The dark appearance, the faint fire light, and the horns of the goats that are flamboyant and dire.
"Abyss Demon."
Kant spoke softly.
He was no stranger to the figure that had formed in the blood mist and formed urgently.
Once in the ancient passage, he led the still weak army and fought against the abyss demon lord who had been sealed for thousands of years and had not gotten much supplements just after getting out of trouble.
It was that battle that taught Kant that the world is not that simple.
Now I have met again.
But there is not much difference from the original.
This demon may be powerful, but Kant led his troops, also more powerful!
5o Masters of the Ironface Empire.
3o the lion knight of the Kingdom of Sarion.
2o Royal Knight of the Kingdom of Swadia.
These top-notch ordinary troops are completely detached from the regular troops, and Kant can come here as a trump card to fight off the Death Penalty Mountain!
"Huhahaha--"
The horrible figure broke away from the blood mist.
Or the blood mist has been steamed, and a blazing flame of blood is burning in the mountain of the huge demon body, from the gritty head of the goat’s horn, to the thick legs, and the longer behind, still whipping The tail of the ground.
And in his hand, the clenched, long whip composed of scarlet blood flames.
Demon Lord from Death Penalty Mountain.
Fransas! ()
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