At this time, the claw blade in Buck's hand was one meter long, and the whole thing reflected a ruby-like luster.

With his claw blades retracted, his arms naturally hung down until they almost touched his calves.

Its chest, back, thighs, soles of feet and other parts all grew "ruby" armor similar to the material of its claws.

Buck also has a piece of red armor on his forehead, which extends from both sides to the tip of his nose, forming a shape similar to an inverted triangle, protecting his eyes inside.

Feeling the powerful force coming from his body, Buck couldn't help but ask Annuo for permission to go into battle and kill the enemy.

"Go ahead, use your blood blade to see if you can destroy the pillar in his hand!"

"Please rest assured, Master!"

As a blood-claw demon, it is no exaggeration to say that the blood claws are the essence of its body.

It is very easy to smash a stone pillar.

After Buck rushed forward, Annuo's expression became serious. He took out the magic sword and began to approach Makaros.

After all, he is facing a ninth-level protector.

Don't let your guard down before your opponent is defeated.

Following Annuo's actions, the magic molecules within the Evil King's territory seemed to become active.

Makaros, who was fighting with three ninth-level warriors, was able to barely deal with Ulma and Buck by relying on his speed.

As for the dragon scorpion, due to its large size, it basically plays a supporting role.

Only after Makaros is forced to retreat will the Dragon Scorpion spit out a beam of light, use the [Tail Cannon], or simply smash it down with its pincers.

But Anno used the illusion ability of the Evil King's domain to start releasing a large amount of magic towards him.

Relying on the ability of imagination, a large number of high-level magic and combat skills poured into Makaros as if they didn't need magic power.

Annuo imagined and materialized ordinary skills into high-level skills in the Evil King's territory, and then created huge destructive noises, making the enemy believe that these fantasy skills were very powerful.

This way, when the enemy is hit by a fantasy skill, they will imagine the injuries they have suffered.

Once these injuries are imagined by the enemy, they will become reality.

If it weren't for the fact that Ulma's [Tear the Sky·Break the Mountain] didn't have a gorgeous visual effect, which couldn't make Makaros imagine the tragic situation after being hit, Annuo would definitely use this skill continuously and seriously injure Makaros.

But just because of this, Makaros was almost scared to death by Anno!

It makes sense for the ninth-level An Nuo to release the eighth-level skill!

But the attack he made was a powerful eighth-level skill, and none of them were repeated.

During this period of time, Annuo used at least fifty eighth-level skills!

Even the lowest level eighth-order skill requires 200,000 magic points.

This means that Anno used at least 10 million magic power to deal with Makaros.

Where does he get so much magic power?

The clothes on the disheveled Makaros were hanging on his body like beggar's clothes. The blood on his body had already turned him into a bloody man. His violent breathing sounded like a patient who was about to die.

To be honest, it was only Makaros. If it were someone else, he would have been killed by Annuo long ago!

He was already injured, and was besieged by three level nine warriors, and had to dodge the skills coming at him from all kinds of tricky angles.

Since the battle began, Makaros' body has been in an overloaded state and has never been idle.

"What the hell is going on?"

Makaros was hit in the abdomen by Ulma's punch and fell to the ground, rolling for a few rounds. The totem pole in his hand also rolled to the side, his eyes full of confusion and unwillingness.

He really knew too little about summoners.

In the battle with Annuo, from beginning to end, he and the entire Crusade Army were led by Annuo!

Looking at Makaros who tried to get up several times but fell to the ground again, Annuo glanced at the totem pole, still with no intention of relaxing.

“You win!”

Makaros coughed up a mouthful of blood, covered his chest and smiled miserably at Anno, “But I will not surrender to you.

Since I'm dying, can you please answer me a question?"

Anno sneered when he heard this, but still followed Makaros's words and asked, "What?"

"You should be the protector!"

Makaros stared at Anno, and although he was questioning, he said in a very affirmative tone: "I don't know what the summoner is, but your magic limit is obviously abnormal.

Tens of millions of magic power must be a blessing!

You are the Protector, right? "

"Since you are going to die, why do you still care about these issues!"

Anno signaled to Buck, who immediately walked towards the totem pole thrown in the distance.

Makaros just watched Buck walk over, then said with a look of regret: "This totem pole is a treasure I got from a ruin. Based on my years of experience using it, I can tell you very clearly that it is a divine weapon!

Carry it with you to improve your strength.

An Nuo, since you defeated me, this thing naturally belongs to you.

I hope you can treat me well... Bastard, what are you doing?"

Makaros, who seemed to be giving his last words, suddenly saw Buck stretch out his sharp bloody claws, and then he cut the totem pole fiercely, leaving several claw marks on it.

Seeing that Makaros was so excited, Anno said something that made the latter feel like he was falling into an ice cave.

"Don't think I don't know, this totem pole is your true self!"