Chapter 111 The power of demons!

The man had a face as delicate as a sculpture, and ears as long and slender as wings.

Combining the wheat-colored skin and the light gray runes printed on the skin, Luo Yan guessed his identity as a night elf without much thought.

Combined with the information provided by Nightmare Land, this person must be the overlord of the fourth floor of the maze.

Logically, I should scold him for coming too late.

But Luo Yan is a demon king with high emotional intelligence, so he naturally won't get entangled in such unimportant things and will go straight to the point.

"How many of you are there!"

Tyrael nodded and reported.

"We have learned that you and your men are in danger. Our tribe has mobilized all of our warriors. More than a thousand warriors are here, ready for you to command!"

The reproduction rate of the night elves is not as fast as that of the demons. A tribe has no more than a thousand people at most. Luo Yan didn't think that the guy in front of him would play tricks on him about this kind of thing.

Of course, they were still cunning, choosing to come out to help him when he and the Chaos Army were both defeated, rather than joining him at the beginning.

But it’s good to be able to come.

Using soul absorption to secretly steal some magic power from Arakdo, Luo Yan looked at the expressionless Tyrael and nodded majestically, then he pulled himself together and said.

"Very good! You've come at the right time! Bring your people and shoot them to pieces! Let them know how stupid it is to step into our territory!"

"As you command, Lord Demon."

Tyrael nodded slightly, then raised his head and continued to ask.

"Also, what about the humans?"

Luo Yan raised his chin slightly.

"Those people are our friendly forces."

Tyrael continued in a very quiet voice.

"I mean...after the war is over."

There was a hint of meaning in those dark eyes, and it was hard to tell in which direction the gaze was directed.

However, Luo Yan did not guess what this guy was thinking.

It has always been the monsters who guessed the devil's mind, how could the devil guess his subordinates? "Of course, I will send them out of the maze. I will do what I said, whether it is a promise to the devil or a promise to humans."

Hearing that irresistible voice, Tyrael said nothing but nodded respectfully.

"yes."

Perhaps because of the dark skin color, the face hidden in the fog could not tell whether there was any sadness or joy, making it impossible to guess whether this vassal, whose loyalty was a mystery, was satisfied with the answer.

However, Luo Yan could still vaguely feel that he was rather appreciative of his answer... at least he did not hate this decision.

It seems that not only the imps on the second floor, but also the night elves on the fourth floor are tired of fighting with the humans on the surface and need time to recuperate.

This was exactly what Luo Yan wanted.

Seeing that Tyrael had nothing more to report, he coughed lightly and continued in a majestic tone.

"Go and join your people. That's where you should be. I can handle this here by myself."

Tyrael: "As you command. In addition...please allow me to make an unreasonable request from my personal standpoint, Lord Demon."

Luo Yan: "Speak."

"Forgive me for being so presumptuous."

Tyrael stood up respectfully, looked at the chaotic battlefield, thought for a moment, and then continued.

"My two daughters were attracted by your heroic fighting figure. They begged me to leave them here to fight alongside you... and I also ask you to fulfill the two hunters' wishes and allow them to follow you and learn the skills of war."

As the words fell, two cloaked figures appeared behind him.

One of them held a slender two-handed staff in his hand. He had a plump and tall figure, and his light green cloak was bulging out.

The other one had a longbow on his back and an obsidian orb hanging around his waist. He was as petite as Sarah, and his loose cloak looked like one her sister had discarded.

"Helen."

"Shirley!"

Luo Yan thought about Tyrael's humble words for a moment and finally did not refuse.

His current condition is indeed not very optimistic.

The continuous use of "Mass Awakening of the Dead" has seriously overdrawn his spirit, and both his drug taking and spell casting have reached their limits.

Obviously the other party saw this, so he tactfully suggested that his daughter stay and act as his bodyguard.

As for the so-called learning of war skills, it is just to save one's own face.

In a sense, his proactive gesture of goodwill was also an acknowledgement of his rule over the labyrinth—the night elves were quite satisfied with the current Demon King and did not want Hell to send a new one.

"Then let them stay here."

"Thank you, Lord Demon King, for your help!" Shirley's eyes sparkled, and she looked eager to try. She knocked her right fist on Yima Pingchuan's chest with a "bang" sound, and boasted, "With Shirley here, not even a fly can fly in front of you!"

Compared to her lively younger sister, the older sister was much more reserved. She just nodded slightly like her father, and then walked forward with a serious expression.

"Helen is at your service!"

"I leave this to you. Protect our king."

After ensuring the safety of the Demon Lord, Tyrael bent down and disappeared into the shadow of the woods to join the members of the Grey Wind Tribe.

Watching her father's figure disappear under the woods, Shirley couldn't wait to look at Luo Yan and said with interest.

"Master Demon, what can I do for you?"

The soul levels of the two sisters are silver and steel respectively. As for their strength, it is hard to say, but there is probably still a lot of room for improvement.

The soul level only determines the upper limit, not the present.

There was no need for their power at the moment, so Luo Yan maintained a dignified expression.

"I will tell you when I have instructions. Now you just need to be on guard around me."

That excited face suddenly showed a hint of disappointment.

But in the end, she obeyed the order like her sister, suppressed her restless temper and waited by the side.

The fighting on the battlefield is becoming increasingly intense.

With the support of arrow rain from a thousand night elf hunters, the human soldiers on both wings also launched a charge, dealing a fatal blow to the Chaos army.

Especially the knights of the Order of the Trident.

Without horses, they charged on foot, still forming an unstoppable torrent that slashed at the right wing of the Chaos Legion like a whistling sickle.

As they can still unleash such powerful combat power after continuous high-intensity spellcasting, Grand Duke Campbell's knights should not be underestimated.

The troops of both sides were completely entangled! The balance of victory had just begun to tilt, and the outcome was still uncertain.

Just as Shirley was waiting anxiously, the slender ears suddenly swayed gently like dogtail grass blown by the wind, and in the blink of an eye, the longbow behind her had been pulled open in her hand.

"who!"

Two sharp voices rang out almost at the same time, startling Sarah who was limping out of the woods. She stood there with a blank look in her eyes.

Who are these two guys? Elves?

"It's Sarah! My servant! Put down your weapons," Luo Yan raised his hand to stop the two night elves who were facing a formidable enemy, then looked at Sarah and said, "Thank you for your hard work. I will help you heal."

Sarah shook her head slightly.

"Sarah, it's okay... You, please rest."

As she spoke, she bit her lower lip and lowered her head.

"I failed to complete the task you assigned me... I'm sorry... that monster was too strong."

Although she said so, the sight of her being covered in wounds and barely able to stand made it impossible to just abandon her.

"Don't say such things. Just come back alive."

As he spoke, Luo Yan raised his hand and prepared to cast a healing spell, and at this moment, Helen, who had been silent, suddenly stepped forward and said.

"Master Demon, please leave this little thing to me."

She could see that the demon king didn't have much magic power left.

And it's not just magic power. Frequent use of medication has caused his nervous system to be overheated. I'm afraid he has trouble speaking because of the pain.

But this was exactly what surprised her.

She was born in the era of Reggie Dragun, and whenever she heard her tribesmen mention the Demon King, she would have an expression of fear on her face.

It turns out that there are demon kings who are considerate of their subordinates.

It seems that the maze in Thunder County is still too rural...

Seeing the devil nod, Sarah did not resist and handed her injured body to Helen's care.

A ray of emerald green light flowed out from the staffs and brushed across Helen's injured body as her slender hands brushed against her.

I saw those shocking wounds healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, like green grass bathed in spring rain.

Sarah stared at her wound in surprise, her ears shaking slightly. She felt that the emerald green light was different from the magic cast by the Demon King.

Luo Yan was also attracted by the emerald green light and spoke with interest.

"Is this natural magic?"

Different from wood magic which belongs to the elemental system.

Like natural magic and dragon language magic, both are niche branches that are different from the mainstream magic system.

The specific difference is that wood magic, like other elemental magic, essentially transforms supernatural power into something shaped like wood, and can be used without the help of objective things existing in nature.

But nature magic is different.

It is more about awakening the power of nature itself, such as accelerating the growth of plants, calling for rain from the clouds, calling for thunder and lightning from the rain, and communicating with other creatures in nature... These spells must be based on existing objective things in nature.

Including therapy.

Both earth magic and wood magic use elemental power to fill wounds and then allow it to be assimilated into flesh and blood by the human body.

Natural healing techniques utilize a person's own recovery ability to regrow injured parts or even broken limbs.

"Yes, sir."

After completing the spell, Helen lifted her long hair that had fallen on her shoulders behind her and spoke in a respectful and reserved voice.

"Although we were exiled from the blessed land by the Igede Tree, the benevolent mother tree did not deprive us of the ability to use the power of nature. In the era of Reggie Dragun, we were called 'Hunters in the Forest' and were best at fighting in the forest."

Luo Yan could sense that she didn't like this name, so he said with a smile.

"What do you think of the name 'The Devil's Gardener'?"

Helen was slightly stunned.

"I guess... that doesn't sound bad, but we're not exactly good at gardening."

"Hahaha, then let's call him the Demon King's Ranger." Luo Yan made a joke casually and took note of the temperament of the Grey Wind Tribe.

As the daughter of the clan leader, what she sees and hears on a daily basis largely reflects the mainstream spirit of the entire clan.

Looking at Sarah's wound healing, Shirley, who had been looking at her curiously for a long time, finally couldn't help but move closer, reached out and touched her ears, picked up a strand of hair and smelled it.

"An orc that doesn't stink? With black hair? That's rare. Is your name Sarah?"

Sarah was embarrassed by this guy's lack of boundaries, and looked at the Demon King for help with an embarrassed expression.

Helen glared at her sister.

"Shirley!"

Being scolded, Shirley stuck out her tongue. Although she was not convinced, she still lowered her head.

"sorry!"

"fine……"

Sarah shrank back awkwardly and spoke uncomfortably.

"Sarah, it's a demon... not an orc."

"Demon!"

Shirley's eyes flickered and she tried to move closer again, but this time she was held down by her sister.

Luo Yan noticed that Arakdo rarely laughed out loud, "How rude!" Instead, he stood there motionless.

I heard that night elves eat everything, including bugs.

It seems that the title of "Hunter in the Forest" is not exaggerated. Even the crypt spiders are suppressed by this bloodline and dare not even breathe.

But it's good that this guy shut up.

Luo Yan closed his eyes and focused on meditation, slowly recovering his nerves that were burned by the overload of magic power and his body that was attacked by the potion.

Thanks to the blessing of dragon blood.

He found that his injuries recovered faster than he had imagined. The damage that originally required two or three days to recover was healed a lot in just a moment.

If he is given a little more time, he can even squeeze out another group of dead resurrections! "Youyou, don't revive that group of players yet... I think we can still use them."

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Yunyun, who was floating around the stone tablet like a ghost, said with a smile.

"Master Demon, you better take care of your body. I'm worried that if you continue like this... you'll break down before your players do."

Without waiting for Luo Yan to refute, Youyou continued to persuade him.

"Besides, the skeleton soldiers that have been resurrected several times will shatter when touched. It's the same if I let them rush over immediately after resurrecting them... At most, they will consume a little faith power."

"Okay..."

Seeing that Youyou said so, Luo Yan no longer refused.

But to be honest, it still takes a lot of time to get here from the Beifeng Mine. By the time those players come back, the battle may have been over.

As the night elves' arrows continued to rain down, the last Nightmare Wanderer crashed on the edge of the battlefield, and the shouting and screaming in the distance gradually became hoarse.

The skeleton soldiers charged forward in a hail of arrows.

This time, the players in the cemetery ignored the "friendly damage" and chased after the group of Heart Eaters that were shot into hedgehogs.

Looking at the sea of ​​skeletons charging in the rain of arrows, Long Xing Wanli, who had a cross-shaped wound tattooed on his body, said with envy.

"Damn it - I kind of regret choosing the Lizardman."

The skeleton soldier is still cool! He was in tatters and had difficulty even picking up the harpoon.

While thinking this, Long Xing Wanli looked at Yi Ye Zhiqiu who was fighting with the Heart-Eating Demon in a rain of arrows.

While I was joining in the fun of killing the BOSS, this guy had already killed countless of them - I guess he had gained all the experience points.

It should be said that he is indeed a strong man recognized by him.

I'm afraid this brother had already anticipated this situation, so he insisted on playing the skeleton soldiers who are most compatible with the cemetery.

At this time, Long Xing Baili ran over from not far away.

His mount [Failed Dirty Eel] was already dead, but because he was a skeleton soldier, he was resurrected several times, so he looked like nothing happened.

But that's just how it looks.

Only he himself knows how fragile he is now.

"Boss, why don't you go back and come back? I heard from other guys who were resurrected as zombies that your temporarily summoned undead are different from our resurrected undead units. It seems that you don't gain experience by killing monsters?"

"What the hell?"

Long Xing Wanli's expression changed slightly.

Fortunately, he didn't kill the BOSS!

Wouldn't it be a huge loss if I didn't get any experience points after killing the BOSS? !

As the two players were talking, a loud roar like thunder suddenly came from the distance.

The Cyclops, who was originally just standing in the distance and roaming the battlefield, suddenly went crazy. Like a mountain moving on the ground, he rushed towards the night elf troops that were raining arrows with heavy steps, as if he wanted to crush them to death.

“Ouch——!”

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The towering beast put one hand in front of its face to cover its fragile one eye, and with the other hand it uprooted a dead tree that was more than ten meters high, and swung it in its hand like a baseball bat, flying it freely in front of it!

Tall dead trees were knocked to one side and another by his knees, and the pouring rain of arrows felt like tickling him, and could not break his defense at all.

Facing the mad Cyclops, Tyrael calmly commanded his troops to retreat, while pulling out an ancestral golden arrow from the quiver behind him.

This arrow——

Enough to shoot through mountains!

Just as he was about to pull the bowstring, a huge magical wave suddenly arose in the forest, attracting his attention.

Different from the ritual of chaos——

That was pure magic power without any spiritual energy contamination! Feeling the surging energy, Tyrael's eyes flashed with surprise, and he missed the opportunity to shoot the arrow because of distraction. He missed the attack window and did not fight. He decisively put away the bow and arrow in his hand and jumped to the treetops more than ten meters behind him.

The whistling hammer hit the place where he had been standing before, leaving a deep scar on the ground, and the shock wave caused by the brute force even broke the branches of trees more than ten meters away!

However, even so.

Compared to the magical energy fluctuations he had captured earlier, this pure brute force was still a little weak! "Buzz!"

A faint green light suddenly pierced through the red fog, and the piercing buzzing sound seemed to make the whole world lose its sound! Tyrael stared wide-eyed in astonishment, only to see that the Cyclops' chest seemed to be pierced by something, leaving only a huge hole.

That is——

What?!

The Cyclops was obviously also stunned for a moment. He looked down at his chest, and only let out a terrified cry until the blood gushed out uncontrollably.

“Woo——!”

"No!!!"

Looking at the Cyclops with his knees touching the ground, despair was finally printed on Mel's crazy face - that was not just his despair, but also that of the gods standing behind him.

At the same time, in the forest hundreds of meters away.

A four-legged steel behemoth was looking at the direction where the giant fell, and the red-hot gun barrel on its back was making a hissing buzzing sound.

The strange shape seemed not to belong to this world - yet it was indeed the crystallization of this world's inscription technology.

“I got it! I got it!”

The mole operator in the cockpit screamed in surprise and danced with excitement, but his fat palm slapped the operating table and he almost flipped the machine over in joy.

“Great job!!!”

Zheng Fangxing, with only half of his body left lying on the battlefield, let out an excited roar, and finally took his last breath and was reborn.

He was quick to swallow the chemical tank while he was dying, and seized the opportunity to shout loudly.

"I think the magic workshop is awesome!!!"

Hearing this guy's shout, the players around who were looking up at the sky were startled and all looked towards him.

Knowledge Learning Explodes: "What the hell?! Dude!"

Kebab: "You made that thing!?"

Next time, be sure to pay attention: "6666!"

Facing everyone's flattery, he drank the chemical tank in one gulp without feeling embarrassed or explaining, and his chest puffed out.

“Our model participated in the experiment!”

Knowledge explosion: "Awesome!!!"

With the death of the Cyclops, the Chaos Legion has lost its last hope of victory.

The remaining Heart Eaters were either shot to death in the jungle by the night elves' sharp arrows, or were chased down and stabbed to pieces by players.

As if it had foreseen its own failure, the blood-red beam connecting the ground and the dome began to tremble restlessly.

The huge head that had already poked half out of the crack began to retreat hesitantly and no longer poked forward.

The ceremony was a success.

But it also failed.

Maybe the time has not come yet...

Thousands of faces floating in the mist were filled with disappointment; they were like paper masks that had been soaked in water and had wrinkled blisters on them.

At the same time, whispers of despair surrounded Mel White, and as the power of chaos gradually faded away, his burly and majestic body slowly shrank.

"You broke your promise."

"I'm disappointed."

"It seems that you are not the right person..."

"Goodbye."

Hearing the disappointed whisper, Mel's expression twisted in pain, and he held his head with three hands, which seemed to be about to explode.

"No - please give me another chance!"

The murmured voice did not respond to his call, but disappeared into the crack of red light along with the indescribable fog.

The door of truth is closing to him, and the paradise he built with all his efforts is falling apart! Unable to sit back and watch all this happen, the decaying Mel casts his hateful eyes on the culprit in the depths of the fog.

That demon king...

If I kill him and offer his soul as a sacrifice, I'm sure the door will open again, and Lord Novel will look at me with admiration again!

The rotting body suddenly stopped cracking and expanded as if it were a last gasp.

The scarlet energy was drawn out of the fog and absorbed by the gradually closing crack, while also being absorbed into his body by his soul.

Feeling the surging power rushing into his body, Mel White felt stronger and happier than ever before.

really--

The strange fog answered his prayer! As long as he killed that guy, the door of truth would open again, and the kingdom of heaven would once again descend upon this corrupt land!

“Aaaaa——!”

As the painful roar sounded, Mel's body was gradually wrapped in black and red aura, and the lost fourth arm actually grew back! "Stop! Mel White! Think about your oath! And the people you swore to protect! Have you forgotten them all?!"

Looking at Knight Commander Mel, who was emitting terrifying evil energy all over his body, Charles strode forward and tried to persuade his former superior to turn back.

However, the guy could no longer hear any other sounds.

Filled with the crazy whispers, he now had only one thought in his mind -

That is killing!

The tentacles that were bent to the extreme suddenly exploded, and Knight Commander Mel, who was flying close to the ground, was like a whistling cannonball. In a moment, he broke through a distance of hundreds of meters and rushed straight towards the man riding on the back of the giant spider.

"Demon Lord, be careful!!!"

Hearing Youyou's urgent reminder, Luo Yan, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes and immediately locked onto the figure that was leaping over! That power did not belong to this world, and his level could no longer be measured by the standards of this world! "Go to hell!!!"

The roaring Meier was like a flying monster, with his four outstretched hands holding weapons he had picked up—including swords, spears, battle axes, and halberds! He wielded the various weapons in his hands, smashing or sending players who stood in front of him flying!

"Master Demon, please step back!"

"Leave it to us!"

Without any unnecessary words, Helen and Shirley stepped forward together and protected the Demon King riding on the crypt spider behind them.

The former waved his staff while chanting a spell, and in just a breath, he summoned several vines more than ten meters long to whip the octopus knight! The latter threw a black magic ball floating beside him, chanting a spell while pulling the bowstring quickly, and cooperated with his sister to whip the vines on the ground, unleashing a round of arrow rain with magic light! The extraordinary power displayed by the two at this moment has undoubtedly reached the threshold of fine steel, and their experience in combat and hunting is also top-notch masters of the Grey Wind Tribe.

However, even so, the strength they displayed was still inferior to the overwhelming power of Knight Commander Mel! The whistling vines were easily cut off, and the rain of arrows shining with magic light was bounced away by the chaotic energy wrapped around him.

"Die!"

Mel roared and swung the battle axe in his hand. The black and red aura condensed into a blade that looked like a real entity, and slashed towards Shirley with the pressure of tearing through space.

"ah!"

Shirley, holding a bow and arrow, was about to dodge, but she found that her feet were held by an invisible big hand as if they were filled with lead!

Her eyes widened instantly.

Is this necromancy?! No——

There was no doubt that the magic light still emitted the aura of chaos, but the way it was used showed obvious signs of imitation.

"careful!"

Seeing her sister standing still, Helen was startled and swung her walking sticks to the side, knocking Shirley into the woods on the side!

The Chaos Blade wrapped in black and red light slammed into the spot where she was standing before, and the shock wave of the explosion blew away a five or six meter wide area of ​​ground! Shirley, who had hit the tree, coughed up a mouthful of blood and looked at the direction where the Chaos Blade hit her. Her wheat-colored face turned slightly pale.

Although I couldn't run away because of broken ribs, it was better than being hit by that thing.

Without time to check on her sister, Helen stared at the Chaos Chosen One who rushed towards her, and used the tip of her staff to guide the vines in an attempt to block his movement.

However, in front of the axe blade wrapped in the power of chaos, the vines she released were all crushed and could not stop his momentum of charging forward.

Luo Yan did not sit there and wait for death. He held the soul in his palm and was ready to absorb it. At the same time, he thrust forward the magic wand that was shining with a faint green light.

"Fire of Hell!"

The excruciating pain from the burning flames traveled throughout his body's neural networks, infusing in front of him into a dark-colored blaze.

The cold and penetrating flame was like the breath of a Nether Dragon, spreading in a fan-shaped area towards Mel!

Being hit in the face by the dark-colored flame, Mel felt as if he had rushed into a pool of ice-cold water. Although there was not a trace of scorching heat, it seemed to ignite every cell in his body.

but--

It was too naive to expect to defeat the great power bestowed on him by relying on this little ability! A trace of ferocity appeared on Mel's face, and his tentacles moved rapidly, passing straight through the burning area. While slashing the cat-man in front of him with a sword, he raised his halberd and stabbed straight at Luo Yan who was riding on the back of the giant spider.

"Go to the abyss and repent, devil!"

Seeing the whistling cold light approaching the tip of the Demon King's nose, the stupid Arakdo had no time to resist. Sarah, whose body was as slow as if filled with lead, had a look of despair on her face.

However, at this moment, a bright red light struck the halberd that was stabbing at the Demon King like lightning from the sky! "Dang——!"

The vibration from the tiger's mouth startled Mel suddenly.

Especially when he saw the figure floating in front of the Demon King, his bloodshot pupils shrank into a dot.

The white dress with red ribbons fluttered in the raging wind, and beneath the long blood-red hair were a pair of enchanting red eyes.

The demon was less than three feet tall, holding three cross-shaped daggers in each hand.

She held the hilt of the sword between her clasped fingers and crossed it across her chest like a bat's claws, barely blocking the tip of the spear and the hook that were stabbing at the Demon King!

demon--

It really appeared!

Looking at the ugly demon wings and tail, a hideous smile appeared on Mel's face, and the power of chaos circulated throughout his body, ready to tear the troublesome little demon and the devil into pieces! However, a scene that surprised him happened.

Even though he gathered all the power of chaos in his body at the tip of the spear, the figure in front of the halberd in his hand remained motionless! A surge of magic power continued to flow out from the slender arm, and for a moment it overshadowed the power bestowed on him by the strange fog Norville!

How is this possible!

Mel's eyes widened in disbelief, with astonishment written all over his pupils.

How can the power of mortals possibly compete with that of gods?

Even if it's a devil!

At this moment, thousands of bats suddenly took off from the woods, and the flapping little demons formed a whole in the sky.

"Come on, King!!"

"Tear him up! Tear him up!"

"Ohhhh! The king is still very capable!"

Looking at King Sissi riding on the face of the Devil, the excited Yusi covered his flushed face with his leaky fingers and let out a strange scream.

Only Missy was trembling, with her legs clamped together and a look of "dying" on her face.

However, even at this critical juncture, she remained loyal and did not let down her team, contributing her strength to the king without reservation.

That was not something that came from the power of the gods.

But it comes from the little demons!

Looking at the magic power that was crisscrossing in the air like a giant net, the astonishment on Mel's face finally turned into fear.

I see--

Combined spells!

To be precise, it was not what he understood as "joint casting", but the magic sharing that the little demons often used.

They have small brains and cannot remember too many difficult spells, and are easily affected by mental magic.

So during the long war, they developed a set of combat methods that were unique to the little devils -

That is, pick out the "biggest" one from the group, and let the respected and big king cast magic for them! To use magic sharing, the mental power must reach almost the same frequency, and the more intelligent the creature, the more difficult it is to resonate.

That is why "Magic Sharing" has become a secret trick for those little devils whose brains are somewhere between good and bad! Usually, only one little devil in a den can do it.

And the higher the morale, the better! And in this kind of favorable situation, there is obviously no problem of low morale!

Intoxicated by the cheers of her people, Xixi felt that she was filled with endless power, and her enchanting red eyes radiated a majestic light! At this moment, the halberd against her sword tip was as light as a dogtail grass, and the big guy with tentacles under his body was as tiny as a slimy snail.

"hehe……"

Weak! Really too weak! She only exerted a little force, and the "toothpick" she clamped between the sword bones began to tremble and let out a wail of being overwhelmed.

Looking down at the ant that was increasingly unable to hold on, Queen Sissi gently rolled her tail around the Demon King's chest and steadying the unconscious him on the back of the crypt spider. She then flapped her wings and swung the blade in her hand.

The sharp blade that turned into a residual image left two intersecting claw marks in the air, and the halberd in Mel's hand instantly broke apart, turning into fragmented debris that flew everywhere! Looking down at the face that was twisted by pain and trembling, her bright red lips curled up into a sinister smile.

"Dare to touch my demon king——"

"You are quite courageous!"

I'll try to post longer chapters in the future.

(End of this chapter)