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Chapter 276: This is my escape route

"call--"

Accompanied by manic storms and howls of fear, the burning and pulsating hell flames, bunches of twisted, dazzling disgusting beams, like the blasphemous tentacles from the depths of hell, quietly protruded out of this terrifying tentacles. The fissures, blasphemy, polluting the blue sky, shredded this scarred scar from the real world, and tore it more torn apart and huge.

A purgatory monster that will only appear in the depths of people's nightmares, under the shroud of light and fire, accompanied by the creepy howling, rushed out of the world's scars mightily!

A burly horned devil whose head is bulging like a hill and covered with a layer of pitch-black scaly scales. It is terrifying like a dragon, but stands upright like a human. Chains covered with spikes reflect miserable misery. The cold light, a pair of dark flesh wings, obscured the blue sky.

Countless naked women with enchanting postures followed closely behind the Horned Devil.

They have beautiful faces and enchanting postures, but their smooth backs have a pair of pink fleshy wings, and the bows in their hands are accompanied by the burning flames of hell, exuding suffocating smoke of death.

And beside these demons, there are densely surrounding countless little demons the size of sparrows. The number of them is too great to count, like locusts that cover the sky, linger and gather next to the big demons. Flapping scarlet flesh wings, generally making a harsh laugh! It was like a bunch of hot, terrifying scarlet clouds.

An army of demons from the Nine Prisons of Barto was summoned to the real world in advance by Boranjar.

"You explain to me the current situation! Didn't you say good information sharing? Why, you Romans, did not mention these devil army that can be summoned directly!"

Painhurs' eyes widened in shock and angrily looked at Peturabo's black guard.

"I thought we couldn't meet the great chieftain! What we see before us is a big fish!" The black guard of the Fourth Army trembled with excitement, either because of fear or excitement.

"The king of all demons of Sassanid Persia once signed a contract with the lord of the nine prisons. As long as his empire continues to maintain the worship of flames and the devil, after death, all his subjects will dedicate their souls to the nine prisons of Barto— —Then, the descendants and heirs of Aldasil's blood have the blasphemous ability to summon and even order demons!"

"You mean, the enemy I am facing is a prince or princess? How much is his head worth?"

The black robe guard was very speechless about the upright and simple thinking of the horses and horses. After thinking for a while, he said slowly.

"Everything you want."

Painhurs quickly assessed the situation in front of him. The army of the orcs and the Sphinx almost collapsed, and what was left were the Tevrin bastards who were not afraid of flames, and the war horses of purgatory blood.

Warlocks knew that half demons were not afraid of flames. This natural disaster, created by using flaming arrows and arcane storms, was originally prepared to deal with the greenskins and the Sphinx, and to drastically reduce the enemy's combat power.

There are so many little devils in the sky-but the scarlet little ones are more timid and afraid of death. Magnus sleeping on his shoulders is the best proof. There are only two thousand lust demons with naked, snow-blue skin.

And these nine feet tall, resembling a black dragon and a green-skinned big man, the profane product of the unethical combination, the number is estimated to be in the number of three hundred-hell, those horned demons opened their blood basins and swarms from hell. The blaze, the fiery fireball of structure, gathered and formed among the rows of terrifying fangs!

Painhurs couldn't be more familiar with this spell, fireball.

"Blow the horn of retreat! Everyone, retreat! Go to the scheduled location!!!"

Pain Hess directly issued the retreat order. Is money important or life important? Demon can barely fight, horned demon? I'm not sure about it, and at the same time defeating three dark, terrifying dragon-shaped demons, that thing is not an ordinary soldier at all, it can be dealt with.

"Warchief! You are defying the commander of the legion, defying the empire, defying the will of Augustus!"

"I did not disobey. I obeyed the command of the legionnaire. My soldiers defeated the army of greenskins and sphinxes-but you never said that we have to fight against this horrible creature from purgatory, I People are unprepared for the coming of these demons.

Do you want to join us and die here for nothing? The flesh and blood armor was melted into a pool of viscous, foul-smelling liquid by the flames of hell? The ground is full of your fellow robe, your legion's captain, and your Augustus. You can't even distinguish your corpse in a pool of flesh and blood, so you have to find a few bones of cattle and sheep and bring them. For your wife and children? "

Painhurs quickly picked out the loopholes in the mercenary treaty, and used some [sincere] words to make the black guards speechless.

Seeing that these watchers from the 4th Sixu Runner-up Regiment stopped speaking, the horses and soldiers immediately displayed the traditional art of grassland nomads: if they were beaten, they would be beaten to death, but if they were not beaten, they would immediately follow the chosen escape route. Go straight away.

There are more than 10,000 horses and men, and thousands of servant cavalry, under the leadership of hundreds of households, thousands of households, like a strong wind, scattered everywhere.

They had just evacuated with their front feet, and the arcane fireballs constructed from the flames of hell, accompanied by the deafening bloodthirsty roar of the horns, were like a dazzling meteor fire, and like a collapsed crimson sky. In the lush and verdant forest, there are horrifying fire clouds that explode! ! !

The dark red flames of hell, as soon as they touched the treetops, they exploded into burning waves that obscured the sky, accompanied by the explosion of flames, the whistling of violent winds, and the harsh laughter, which seemed to be devastated and decayed. Pieces of beautiful woods.

Hundreds of people who were not evacuated in time felt their buttocks, under the licking of the tongue of flames, and there was a biting pain. However, before they could exhale the pain, their huge bodies were caught by the road behind them. The dark red hell heat wave swallowed and drowned completely.

The metal armor, in the temperature of the prison fire, quickly melted into hot thick juice, tender flesh and blood, licked by the flames, turned into pieces of withered coke.

"chase!!!"

The killing ability is extremely terrifying, but the horned devil with worrying speed can't chase the people who come and go like the wind.

However, the naked Demon, wrapped in scarlet clouds, flapped the wings behind them, and drew elegant and evil blood-colored arcs in the air. They opened their flame longbows. , Against the swiftly galloping blood and angry horses, shoots burning arrows, hundreds of fleshy wings, and the noise of beating the air at the same time, piles up together, comparable to the thunder of the sky.

While continuing the running posture, the centaur twisted his soft waist 180 degrees behind his back. With his strong arms, he stretched out a huge compound longbow, stretched into the bowstring of the full moon, towards the sky. Sending out a cluster of metal arrows, slammed hard on the enchanting naked skin of the evil demon.

Painhurs frowned, and the opponent's skin seemed to be harder than steel. The metal arrows hit them, and even deflected, rubbing out a bunch of dazzling sparks. However, under the dense arrow rain, there will always be some arrows that penetrate their skin and burst out in the air. Scarlet dazzling scarlet poppy.

Chapter 277: The Man with the Truth

The people and horses galloping on the ground, and the demons flying high in the sky, instill the killing intent and anger in their hearts on each of the sharp feather arrows, allowing them to carry their infinite anger and dash through the air. The stern arc hit the opponent's flesh and blood severely.

The burning arrow clusters were unable to break through the sophisticated armor forged by the Romans, and occasionally hit them, and the damage caused to the rough-skinned horses and horses was not unacceptable.

The dexterous and agile Demon, like a light swallow, walks freely in the rain of arrows that cover the sky and the sun, with hard skin and clusters of arrows that can block most of the metal.

However, with the passage of time, a horse and a horse, full of arrows, armor, and fur, burned to charcoal by the flames of hell, was completely overwhelmed by the accumulated damage, and fell all on the way to retreat.

The curvaceous demons, all covered with feathers and arrows, were also accompanied by a tactful wailing, with blood-colored stern arcs, fell from the sky and fell on the ground into a pool of vague blood and mud. .

As for the little devils, they suffered heavy damage under the Parthian archery of the centaur. The scarlet body, accompanied by scarlet blood, was like a scarlet rainstorm, smashing down in a smashing way, and it didn't take long for the battle to begin. Those little guys hid their figures one after another and disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Magnus, what are these flying female demons afraid of? What are their weaknesses? This kind of shooting is endless!"

The warchief turned his head and asked about the beloved next to him-with the increase in his level and the allegiance of the black fangs, the little devil now doesn't even need to be a spy to help him inquire about the news, and he huddles in some comfortable place every day. In the corner, use the wings as a quilt, cover your body, and fall asleep.

"Get ready to dispel the magic."

The little devil shrank into a ball vigilantly, looking at the fellow purgatory dancing in the sky.

"what did you say?"

The warchief frowned suspiciously. Suddenly, he felt that the female demons flying in the sky were so graceful, so graceful, with alluring vermilion lips, as if they were smeared with deadly poison, and smiled. Both can make ripples in their own heart.

For a moment, I even forgot Christina, Christian, and Herniwell. All that filled my mind were the wicked smiles!

Monster Charm!

A man and horse in heavy armor slowly lowered their long bows, facing the demon in the sky, showing obsessive faces. A few minutes ago, they were still struggling with life and death. In the next second, It becomes the scarlet red rose in their hearts.

"boom!!!"

Accompanied by mysterious chanting and terrifying wind pressure, a azure blue arcane nova, centered on Painhurs, quickly exploded and spread to the surroundings, like a ruin, and applied these demons to the minds of horses with enchanting magic. , Destroy everything.

For this kind of air force that is as fast as the centaur, the Pale Warlock is really helpless. The destructive charge that the centaur is proud of, can't attack the opponent at all. If you stop and do too much entanglement with these female demons?

Who knows if those huge and heavy horned monsters will rush to their side with the flames of hell?

Painhurs slowly stretched out his left hand, and after a few more magic tricks, the eight-pointed black star's eight profane tentacles crookedly covered the back of his hand, the bottom one, even along the left The arm crawled all the way to the part of the heart.

And the center of the eight-pointed black star bulged slightly upward, and there seemed to be something to pierce through his own flesh and blood.

"This is not a curse, but a blessing."

The warchief used the words of Horus to deceive his people, trying to make himself feel at ease. He closed his eyes and quietly sensed the chaotic energy. In the name of the four gods and the eightfold path, a cloud of dark energy, From his palm, straight into the sky.

The demons raised their heads in horror, observing the changes in the sky—the blue sky dome that was torn apart by Bolan Yar, a huge crack, was undergoing terrifying changes at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the salty sea breeze was engulfing it. The dark clouds, like a doomsday wave that obscures the sky, are rolling from the horizon!

The clear sky of the shining sun instantly turned into a cloud of violent winds, and raindrops the size of soybeans fell to the ground. With the retreat of time, they became denser and faster. In the end, the majestic rain was almost in a line! Like a pebble, hit hard on the fleshy wings of Demon!

A series of horrible and terrifying lightning, accompanied by the deafening sound of thunder, illuminates the entire dim sky! An unlucky Demon was blown away from the flight path by the wind, and happened to be struck by lightning! It turned into a ball of curvaceous coke and fell to the ground.

"AlanNure Painhus!!!"

The Withered Druids raised their faces and let the heavy rain wash off the blood stains on their faces. After cheering on the power of the warchief, they chanted the name of Skerrit and called the thunderstorm here. Under this kind of thunderstorm, the druids' ability to summon thunder has been enhanced several times.

Wind Howling Warlocks were not far behind, and golden thunder snakes constructed from arcane and divine power, accompanied by the deafening sound of thunder, crackled in the rain! The terrifying electric currents wantonly collapse in the flesh of the lust demon being wet by the rain, causing the devil in the sky to let out a screaming scream amidst the lightning and thunder!

"Retreat...Retreat."

The mother-in-law was unwilling to give the order to retreat. In this violent thunderstorm, their flying ability was greatly disturbed and weakened, and the flames of hell were quashed by the majestic rain. , The dry and tight bowstring also becomes wet and soft.

The opponent changed the local weather, and at the same time abolished the long-range ability of the enemy and the enemy. If you fly into close combat-my goodness, those centaur and half horse muscles are so strong! One by one, draped in heavy Roman armor, holding two-handed halberds-with these charming girls, fighting them close to each other? ? ?

"Go! Don't keep entangled with the other party."

Painhurs also had no desire to fight, and there was a time limit to change the weather. At the center of the eight-pointed black star, the center of the slightly bulging round spore suddenly cracked a flesh-colored gap, and, like wrinkled eyelids, slowly Slowly opened to the sides, revealing a brilliant golden eye and a dark and dark sharp vertical pupil.

"This is not a curse, but a blessing from the gods, Painhurs."

Late that night, the terrible voice given to the warchief with the eight-pointed god seal quietly sounded again.

When the horses and horses were entangled with the devil army, the pale-faced Sasanian prince and daughter, supported by the nobles, barely rode on the saddle of the purgatory horse.

Getting used to fighting with the Romans, she really didn't expect that this group of mercenaries would be so shameless, they would fight, and they would leave—you don't need to pay a price when I summon the devil!

Hell, the mobility of this pure cavalry team is several times faster than that of the Roman Legion. Before, the Sassanids suddenly summoned a group of demons to harass the enemy's flanks. The Roman Legion couldn't run at all, and could only bite the bullet and go to war. If it retreats, under the harassment, intimidation, and even charge of a large number of cavalry, it will slowly lose discipline and become a miserable defeat.

At that time, the Legionnaires in heavy armor were just wild beasts that fled in haste, waiting for themselves to hunt.

However, this time their opponent, the unity of man and horse, is a better cavalry than himself. After suddenly losing the speed advantage, the Teflins found that even if they wanted to chase, it seemed too late.

"Commander!"

Suddenly, a Teflin scout came to Bolan Yaer's side in a panic, and the flames of hell in his eyes also gradually dimmed during the heavy rain.

"To the west, the scarlet eagle flag of the Romans appeared in the west! There are also a large number of soldiers! That eagle flag is a symbol and totem that we have never seen before: LEG·XVII·WORDBEARERS? The totem is a devil's head that has been cut off. Unheard of preparation!"

"How come there are legions! They can't finish fighting! Six in Egypt, ten in Palestine, six in Asia Minor, how many legions are there? Why are there new legions emerging from the West?"

Bolanjar felt desperate and powerless.

"It just so happens that we still have time-let those horned monsters blast a way with the flames of hell, and after the mission failed for us, they immediately retreated to the east and returned to the father's side."

"Your will!"

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The Seventeenth Legion of Word Bearers, the largest legion in the Eastern Roman Empire so far, rushed to the battlefield in the West.

A total of 40,000 monks in linen clothes and no weapons, while chanting sacred scriptures, approached the village under the rift, and the leaders of them were extremely pious. A high-ranking priest who is filled with scriptures and then affixed to his armor with a sacred seal.

And the man standing under the new eagle's banner, covered in gold, and ruling the entire army is the incarnation of the god of punishment walking on the earth, the universal patriarch of Constantinople: Loga Aurelion.

"I smell the devil's stench."

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Chapter 278: Loga Aurelion

"From the Pillar of Hercules in the West, to the Devil Empire in the East, from the Walls of Trajan in the North to Afrikam in the South, we have brought His holy name to mortals! The God of Punishment! Give Him everything Praise! All worship! All glory!

The unbelievers will eventually fall into our arms, and the heretics will fall into the cold nothingness! Praise Saint Cuthbert, praise Saint Cuthbert, and all the glory to Saint Cuthbert! "

Accompanied by bursts of fanatical religious slogans, the 17th Legion of Word Bearers, like a bloody tide, held up an eagle flag painted with a broken devil's head, smelling the evil breath of the devil, emerging from the west.

Watching those unarmed ascetic monks wearing short linen robes, under the leadership of a brand new eagle flag, lined up in a neat array of hundreds, and hundreds of tall, burly horned demon immediately became the king and daughter of Persia. Under the command of, opened their terrifying blood basin and mouth again!

Between the rows of sharp and slender fangs, the blazing hell flames quickly converged into terrifying flame balls.

"Faith is our shield! Anger is our sword!"

Legion priests wearing golden scale armor and blood cloaks on their shoulders, holding a golden hard-headed warhammer in their right hand, and waving a huge shield with a dense shield in their left hand, engraved with deep scriptures, gathered in the universal animal husbandry. The first side.

In the entire Eastern Empire, the best preachers gathered together. They prayed to the God of Punishment for sacred spells, guided beams of brilliant golden pulses, and directly shot them into the devil's blood bowl. Among them, the ball of flames disintegrated into the smallest arcane particles.

However, not all divine arts can successfully counter and disintegrate the devil's spells. Amidst the horned devil's piercing roar, a ball of flames roared across the shattered sky, like a flaming meteor. The group slammed into the direction of the Seventeenth Army. Within the monk group, a cloud of dark and terrifying flames burst out.

However, these monks, who have gone through years of hard practice and walked lightly, their agility and reflex abilities far exceed those of ordinary warriors.

Most people, relying on their keen reflection ability, avoided the flames of hell, only a few people were burned into pitch black coke by the dark red karma - these ascetics did not utter a scream until they died. .

"This is our home! Our land! Our empire! You are not allowed to appear here! The devil!!!"

A high-ranking priest army, under the cover of a large number of monks, quickly approached the horned demons. They once again chanted sacred prayers. The densely densely packed tower shields engraved with scriptures and prayers sparkled the most in the world. Holy dazzling golden light!

The horned demons took a breath of air, and they felt that their limbs were burned, torn, and destroyed by the disgusting power of God! The body involuntarily floated up and flew back to the crevice in the sky-these priests could actually expel themselves back to Barto's Nine Prisons?

Perhaps, a priest cannot defeat, let alone drive away such a terrifying monster.

However, they are far more numerous than each other. One cannot be two, and two cannot be ten! Groups of lofty and holy sacred tides are surging on the battlefield, and brilliant golden light beams are burning in the devil's body! More and more horned demons were banished back to their scarlet home before they had time to develop.

"For the Empire! For Augustus! For the Patriarch of the World!!!"

After exhausting the spell slots of the four rings, the priests and monks shouted the battle cry of the legion, raised the weapon in their hands high, and countless brilliant gilt beams wrapped around their golden scale armor and red color. On top of his cloak, the adamantine hard-headed hammer blessed by the universal patriarch is burning with golden sacred anger!

Along with the solemn prayers of the generals, countless magnificent golden beams of light tore apart the blue dome and white clouds, falling from the sky, bringing the power of the God of Punishment to his most pious believers. The high-ranking priests bathed in the holy light almost instantly turned into war giants as great and mighty as the Horned Demons!

Divine grace, divine power, and righteousness are like a rainbow.

It can dispel magic from a long distance, and hammer out demons in a near distance. Steel and faith are the foundation of the empire!

Accompanied by the sky-shaking battle cry, these war giants with dazzling golden light all over their bodies slammed directly to the side of the Horned Devil, the hard-headed hammer burning with the fire of heaven, like a golden meteorite falling from the sky!

The fine gold warhammer magnified several times, hitting the terrifying cracks on the shoulders of the devil, the gloomy bloody water, wrapped in dark red scales flying all over the sky, and the wounds blazed with golden sacred flames.

The horned demon roared in agony, they opened their mouths and roared out a terrifying howl from hell! The most terrifying nightmare will be deeply implanted in the depths of everyone's mind.

However, beside these giants are the noble and inviolable warriors holding long swords and steel shields.

Numerous channels of magnificent golden energy spilled out of their bodies, centered on the paladin, and outlined a holy halo that could move in the air. The monks bathed in the holy light seemed to have gained endless courage. They looked at the big demon in front of them without fear. The fists wrapped in arcane flames fell on the devil's body like raindrops, with every blow. Can smash countless black scales!

"Roar!!!"

Seeing the intimidation tactics failed, the hordes of horned demons are like crude beasts. These three-meter-high dragon-shaped demons roar, curse, howl, and accompany the trembling ground under their feet. Pounce on the heavy armored giants who are burning the golden sacred fire!

Twisted and abominable pitch-black claws, tearing the priests' golden scale armor and solid tower shield, on the steel scales, and the shields filled with scriptures, tore out terrible scars burning the flames of hell.

The terrifying bloodbath, the terrifying mouth, slammed into the priest's wrist, shoulder, and even throat. The sharp fangs like a razor, driven by their several tons of bite force, were deeply submerged in the flesh and blood bodies of the priests! The back molars, which are as dense as a chain saw, tore slightly, and tore off the dripping flesh and blood directly from the opponent's body.

And the ghastly long tail behind them? It was even more like a viper and giant python ready to go. It suddenly pierced the air, and the sharp tail blade tore the calves of the priests, leaving a trail of purgatory wounds that could not be healed normally.

The red blood spewed out like a scarlet waterfall, full of terrifying pits trampled by horned demons and priests.

"For the Empire!!!"

Under the crazy offensive of the horned demons, the war giants held high shields, struggling to support, and looking for opportunities to counterattack. The priests superimposed the three-fold blessing of the adamantine hard-headed hammer and drew a sacred arc in the air. Accompanied by the creepy sound of cracking bones, it slammed heavily on the bodies of the demons!

Behind them, the slightly weaker priest also chanted sacred prayers religiously, healing the fierce wounds that the purgatory devil had torn out. These sacred priests who were not strong enough to directly compete with the great devil were also doing their best. All my own efforts have added even a single cent to this battle.

"Wow!"

Just as the Seventeenth Legion of Word Bearers screamed and fought with hundreds of crazy horned monsters, the sky suddenly sounded like a thunderous and deafening dense noise. Thousands of fleshy wings slapped the air and hit hard. Hit everyone's ears.

The lust demon who gave up chasing the people and horses, accompanied by the little devils who are as dense as locust swarms, have returned to this small village and joined the battle in front of them. They call for other compatriots in the fissure that runs through the entire sky. Around, more tiny cracks were torn out, calling more fellow demons to his side!

A dark green devil with a squatted body, humanoid form, wielding a barbed blade covered with blood and scalp, cautiously stepped out of the rift in the world.

A puddle of thick and rotting brown silt also responded to the call of the hostess, trying to squirm his muddy body, slowly flowing into the real world.

Now, under the desecration of the Persian princes and thousands of demons, this sky is like a fragmented blue rag, densely packed with desecrated passages leading to purgatory.

"Brothers and sisters! Don't be afraid! Don't be timid! My god spurns cowards!!!"

Seeing more and more demons appearing on the battlefield, Loga Aurelion, the universal patriarch of Constantinople and the lord of the Seventeenth Legion, personally grasped the side that symbolized the Legion The scarlet eagle, the highest authority, is on the battlefield.

He wears a full-body chain armor made of mithril and a scarlet scale armor painted with blood. The blood-colored robe studded with golden silk thread, without wind, makes the universal patriarch even taller and magnificent.

His face was mostly covered by the battle helmet of the legion commander. His eyes were spewing substantial golden flames. Under the high bridge of his nose, his thin lips inspired the morale of everyone nearby.

"We will fight these blasphemous demons to the end! We will fight in Asia Minor, in Palestine, in Egypt, in the Mediterranean, in every inch of the empire! We want to show each other how tough their enemies are. , How invincible! We want them to regret being an enemy of each of us!!!

We will defend our own homeland and our motherland at all costs! We will fight on the beach, we will fight on the enemy's landing point, we will fight on the fields and on the streets, we will fight on the mountain! We will never surrender! For the empire! For Augustus! For the supreme glory of the God of Punishment! ! ! "

After roaring a series of inspiring speeches, the universal patriarch also completed his magic. On the scarlet armor and cloak, a gilt fire of sacred glory was burned, and the whole person, together with weapons and equipment, enlarged. Doubled.

Luo Jia raised the eagle flag of the regiment high in his left hand, and drew a hard-headed warhammer with his right hand. He turned and rushed to the front line of the war. The limbs and skeletons of the universal patriarch erupted with bundles of dangerous psionic energy. Sparks, the huge body continues to swell, like a sacred colossus that reaches the sky and the earth!

A breeze blew, and the Scarlet Eagle Flag, which was also magnified several times, was gently raised by the mountain wind, almost covering the entire fragmented blue sky dome, covering the blood-stained totem of the Seventeenth Army with the sacred Latin characters. On top of every horned devil's head!

The Demon Skull Totem, beheaded by a sharp blade and dripping with blood, symbolized the unending determination and will of the Legion and the Devil.

Watching the legion commander take the lead, raising the eagle flag and rushing to the forefront, all the terrifying anger hidden deep in the soldiers' hearts was completely ignited by the actions of the universal patriarch. They roared at the battle roar of the empire and faced the new emergence. The army of demons, launch a new round of fearless assault!

"For the Empire!!!"

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Chapter 279: The Chosen Champion

"For the Empire!!!"

The eagle flag of the universal Patriarch's regiment was raised high, and the psionic particles spilled and entangled around him fluttered, roared, and quickly turned into an illusion of a wild lion with teeth and claws. The warhammer in his hand was even more entangled. A terrifying psionic power.

The thunderous body, the lord of the legion who was entwined with the golden sacred fire and the psychic illusion, jumped high in the air with the agility that was not commensurate with this huge body, like a blood-colored thunder, and it looked like A golden meteorite fell from the sky! Instantly blasted in front of the Horned Devil! The huge wind pressure forced the big demon to kneel on the ruins covered with corpses.

"boom!!!"

The hard-headed hammer of adamantine gold burning with the fire of heaven, like raindrops, fell heavily on every corner of the horned devil's body, and the psychic energy entwined on it exploded quickly, like a decay, almost smashing his entire right. shoulder!

The horned devil let out a stern wailing, his shoulders, head, and chest, almost at the same time, suffered a devastating blow from a hard-headed hammer. Four dark and sticky sorrowful blood blossoms were in the collapsed, sunken flesh and blood. It bloomed, accompanied by broken scales and two slender horns, flying all over the sky!

"Hoho Ho Ho!!!"

The monster with extremely tenacious vitality still supported his broken body and tried to fight back. However, he suddenly discovered that his body was gradually collapsing, disintegrating, and being sucked back to the other end of the fissure-the hard head. Hammer, can exile alien creatures back to their original space? !

"God Bless the Empire! This battle will win!!!"

Roga waved the blood-colored eagle flag and continued to charge forward. The two horned demons tried to stop the universal patriarch, but before one could even get close, he was burned through his head by a golden holy fire that fell from the sky.

Another big demon scratched the legionnaire's cheek with the vicious and vicious barb of purgatory on his tail.

However, he was too late to be happy. With a surging psychic energy fluctuation, the injury on Luo Jia's face disappeared. On the contrary, there was a terrible crack in his tail that continued to flow!

"call--"

Luo Jia closed his eyes piously, and the surging psychic storm once again gathered on his huge body, the universal patriarch once again entered the state of psychic concentration, and the hard-headed hammer in his hand was sending out the second round. When attacking like a violent storm, the second most brilliant and splendid psychic burst!

This time, the pitch-black horned demon was directly smashed into the head by the legion commander. The blood was mixed with his brain, like a medal of honor, stained with the scarlet eagle flag of the seventeenth legion.

"God Bless the Empire! This battle will win!!!"

Watching the commander of the legion holding the symbol of the legion and rushing to the forefront in person, the monks, priests, and paladins were unwilling to be left behind, waving the long swords and warhammers in their hands, and the fists burning with flames, like tides, crazy. Shocking the devil's line of defense.

"Loga Aurelion!"

Above the scarlet face, Bolanjar's eyes widened in horror. She did not expect that she would actually be here, facing the universal patriarch of Constantinople: a living legend!

"My father, I admire your bravery and piety! But you chose the wrong faith! The gods respected by your empire are so weak! So vulnerable! In the Pantheon, there are all deities enshrined It's a bunch of wine sacs and rice bags!

bring it on! As long as you are willing to kneel down in front of our lord, your father will reward you with a lofty status below one person and above ten thousand people! The Lord of the Nine Hells, will promise your eternal soul! Give you a powerful force that you can't imagine! Even, upgrade you to an immortal and immortal fiend in deep hell! "

"Joke! The first emperor Theodosius admired me so much! He rejected all criticisms and gave me the crown of universal patriarch, allowing me to expel heretics and spread the faith of the god of punishment in the empire! And he has long been Give me the power to defeat all the enemies of the empire! Hole out the sprites!"

Facing the temptation from purgatory, Loga Aurelion remained unmoved, with a hard-headed hammer burning with sacred flames, accompanied by the pious prayers of the legion, the miserable wailing of the devil, and the explosion of double flames, time and time again. Lift up, fall again and again.

As strong as the horned demon, they could not survive in his hands. The weaker barb demon, the evil demon, and the moment they confronted the legion commander, they were banished back to purgatory, or they were smashed into groups that burned the fire of heaven. Rotting meat.

And when this giant, overflowing with vast divine grace and psychic energy fluctuations at the same time, jumped high into the cracked sky, all the demons were frightened and fleeing in a hurry—no one can stop them. This is a mixture of five or six divine arts and deadly power boosts.

The legion commander personally acted as the tip of the charging spear, with a high-ranking priest, he just tore the formation of the devil, a large number of monks poured into the scar of the burning sacred fire, shaking the enemy's formation to the bottom.

The prince laughed at herself twice, and it was not a shame to be defeated by the universal patriarch. Two round and slender thighs tightly clamped the purgatory horse under the crotch, leading her most elite Teflin cavalry, and began to retreat to the east.

The universal patriarch, who was covered with devil blood, frowned--he was indeed strong, but when a cavalry wanted to go, he really couldn't stop him. The number of paladins in the legion was pitiful, and most of the saints The samurai did not have enough power to summon a sacred car.

A half-human half-devil with the blood of the Lord of the Nine Prisons, a bastard who will grow up to be a troublesome bastard, puts in front of him, how could she let her slip away?

The legion commander smashed the beach in front of him with a hammer, like a bloated, rancid, abominable creation like mud. The whole human body quickly disappeared in place. With the wave of psychic energy, it appeared hundreds of feet away and got rid of the group of demons. Entanglement.

Immediately afterwards, he quickly disappeared again and appeared again quickly, with this short-distance spatial sliding, frantically narrowing the distance with the Persian commander.

Near, near, nearer!

"For the Empire!!!"

The universal patriarch shouted angrily, a brilliant golden pillar of fire, accompanied by deafening blasting sounds, fell from the sky! Swallowing Bolanjaer with people and horses, this flame is so sacred, even purgatory creatures with extremely high resistance to flames, under the burning of the golden flames, screamed in agony!

Suddenly, a faint green light beam pierced the pillar of flames that pierced the sky and the earth. Amidst the broken sky, a shrill laughter!

Luo Jia couldn't dodge, the huge body was hit by the green ray, and he suddenly discovered that-no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't show the sliding of space. He could only watch the Persian prince and daughter rush out of the gold. The flames rushed to the east lifelessly.

"Damn it!"

Unable to show abilities, wearing full-body chain armor, golden scale armor, armed to the teeth, and carrying a heavy weight, the terrifying legion commander who is tall can not catch up with the top war horses from the East. Bolanjar, burned by the golden flames, took her army and hurried back to the east.

Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty: The God of Fear

Boran Yaer took more than two thousand five hundred elite Teflin cavalry soldiers, retreating hastily in the forest, but did not find that the treetops above their heads and the forest sea beside the sound were full of terrifying cat heads. Ye Xiao, resting quietly on the branches of the forest, with a feather-covered neck, followed by the other side's whereabouts, turning like a ghost, her pair of sharp eagle eyes exuding a terrifying cold light.

"Goooooo—"

Accompanied by the clear and sweet sound of birdsong, a chubby eagle with a chubby body, flapping a pair of huge wings, swooped from the high treetops to under the hooves of the great chief, and was in a whirlwind. In the middle, it quickly turned into a dry bone sacrifice wearing leather armor and covered with bone ornaments.

"Warchief! The devil army was defeated by the Romans! The leader of the other side is retreating eastward with the remaining people! Their remaining strength is less than three thousand! Those guys are coming in our direction!"

"The devil was defeated?"

Painhurs' eyes lit up, and he quickly drew up a war plan. With the power of arcane magic, the bard of Sartre communicated with other compatriots who had not yet run away, and conveyed the will of the warchief.

Smashed into pieces, the retreating army of people and horses, like a greedy and cunning, bloody wolf pack, suddenly moved backwards. The heads of ten households brought their own troops and gathered again into hundreds of households, and the heads of one hundred households brought their troops to regroup into thousands of large-scale warfare households! ! !

These nomadic monsters from the grassland, like a raging wind, galloping freely in the forest, following the bloody breath in the air, they quickly approached the seriously injured enemy and dealt with these half-human and half-devil. Launch a brand new counterattack.

"Sagittarius! It's Sagittarius!!!"

Tefflin, who was retreating in a hurry, screamed in shock. Christina took the lead in gathering six hundred people, like a crimson torrent, facing a half-man, half-devil steel torrent.

The bright, dazzling scorching sun at noon, through the green treetops, spread the fragmented golden sunlight on the curvaceous, graceful and healthy body. Every piece of iron on the eastern scales reflects the cold of metal. mango.

Above the proud and glamorous face, under the head of the pale gold lioness, there is a beautiful, smooth long scarlet hair, like a blood-colored waterfall, hanging down to the waist, accompanied by a gentle breeze, gently swaying.

"charge!!!"

Christina lifted the heavy crossbow made by Painhurs herself, and squeezed the trigger on the belly of her index finger, causing a heavy crossbow to whizz across the warm air and pierce a cavalry forcefully. On his face, a bouquet of blood bloomed on his head.

The horrible impact directly drove him from the back of the horse. Flew out!

"AlanNure Painhus!!!"

"For the glory of the King of Kings!!!"

Both sides held up their bows at the same time. Usually shouted the battle roar of one's own camp, while pouring down a dense rain of arrows covering the sky, all over the sky, like locusts, slammed on the shields of both sides, on the armor, on the flesh and blood, bursting out Groups of sorrowful and bright blood-colored poppies!

After firing the three arrows, the two sides quickly switched weapons, retracted the composite bows and arrows in their hands, and pulled out the slender lances behind them. The two armies, like two trains running towards each other, slammed into each other fiercely!

Accompanied by the cracking of wooden poles, the sound of metal friction, the screams of soldiers, countless lances pierced the air, tore, and penetrated the flesh and blood of the enemy, countless people, horses, demons, and horrified people. The impact directly broke the bones, and the sharp rib fragments, like a shotgun that fired, burst out in their soft internal organs chamber in an instant! A large number of brave athletes, directly in this hedge, died on the spot!

However, the structure of the waist and abdomen of the centaur is extremely special-their upper body only has the heart and lungs, the waist and abdomen have no internal organs, only dense spine, and large and strong muscles. The waist and abdomen injuries are very difficult for these half-human and half-horse monsters. In other words, it is not a fatal injury at all, and the heart of the upper body is not the only one—in order to ensure that the blood is surging in this almost one-ton body, the lower body of the horse has a larger heart that maintains the body. Blood supply.

On the other hand, the demonite, as long as any part of the chest and abdomen is penetrated by a lance, it will instantly lose the ability to fight. The heart, lung, liver, kidney, and humanoid creatures are all fatal injuries.

With the end of the hedge, the demons lost more than 400 upper-class elites cultivated through the empire's painstaking efforts, and the damage of the centaurs? But two hundred.

The two sides threw away the extra-long lances filled with flesh and blood, and even broken and shattered, and began the third round of fierce battle. The Teflins held up their shields, protected their fragile chest, abdomen and throat, and pulled out a handle with their right hands. Armor's mace slammed heavily on the body of the horse.

The blood-angered barbarians drew out a metal halberd with a handle capable of serving the three functions of an axe, hammer, and spear at the same time. Looking at these well-equipped cavalrymen in front of them, they set the hammer head on the right side of the halberd. Aiming at the half-man and half-devil enemy, he raised the halberd high, and then fell heavily! Let the sorrowful and splendid blood-colored flowers bloom in front of you with the sound of broken metal and bones!

In this era when there is no stirrup, balance and stability cannot be guaranteed at all, the cavalry relies entirely on the strength of the legs to hold the horse's belly tightly, and at most use one or two belts to maintain stability.

Under such harsh conditions, they could not use their full strength in close hand-to-hand combat. The enemy is a large monster whose power far exceeds that of ordinary humans! The equipment gap between the two sides was pulled to the same level at the moment Augustus kicked the imperial armory.

From the very beginning of this battle, Teflin, who fought hastily, fell into an absolute disadvantage. The Dark Guardian wanted to show his zealous shadow path once again, tearing the enemy's direction, but was stopped by the Persian prince.

"The people and horses are far more than these, we have no time to continue fighting with these people-you go first! As the king of kings and the heir of the gods, your life is more important than ours together! "

An old demonic descendant stopped the remaining dark guards and ordered them to cover the queen's retreat first. The latter hesitated for a while, then used a horse and a whip, led a large army, and continued to retreat to the south.

"The Empire will remember your sacrifices and treat your family well."

"Don't want to go!"

Christina skillfully flipped her wrists, her sharp two-handed giant sword, centered on her shoulders, accompanied by a piercing whistling sound, spinning like a windmill!

Teflin, and even the others, did not dare to get close to this heroic rouge horse, that crazy metal giant sword, can even cut deep cuts on the solid scales, if you are not careful Was she hit on the wrist, face, etc. where there is no armor protection?

Your stump and broken arm will spin in the air with dripping blood, and quickly disappear into the distance.

"clang!!!"

Suddenly, a Teflin aristocrat full of hell flames, driving the purgatory horse under his hips, rushed to the front of the rouge horse, he also wielded a flame-shaped sword made of fine gold, and he just blocked it like a battlefield. Crazy, terrifying Christina like a meat grinder.

The rouge horse frowned slightly. The opponent's two-handed giant sword forged from fine gold is very special. The blade is like a creeping viper, like the waves of the sea, and like a twisted flame, curved and curved instead of a normal straight blade. .

"Stop these people! The glory goes to the King of Kings!!!"

The old General Teflin, with this desperate force, was fighting for Branjar to escape. The leaders of both sides wielded the horrible two-handed giant swords at the same time, and slammed them together!

In terms of strength, Christina occupies an absolute advantage. The rouge horse in its heyday, wielding a two-handed giant sword with all its strength, opening and closing moves, is enough to shred all defenses.

However, the half-man and half-devil who can fight to the old age on the bloody battlefield is not a mediocre person. His experience and moves are extremely skillful, and he completely sees through and understands Christina's attack mode. Every defense, They all got rid of the terrifying brute force of the Rouge Liema just right, and even had enough energy to launch several counterattacks, forcing the warchief's spouse to back again and again.

The rouge horse kicked four hoofs, the graceful scarlet body, drew a beautiful arc in the air, jumped back, and left the hard bones, ordered a few horses and horses to stop the veteran and killed it. In front of other enemies.

Christina twisted her flexible waist by 270 to the left! Blue veins in both arms violently! At the same time, she twisted her waist and wrists to exert force, and her sharp sword swept a terrifying arc in the air!

In front of this unheard of operation, Teflin was stunned. The full blow of the rouge horse directly cut off the neck of the purgatory horse. The head of that horse fell to the ground accompanied by gurgling blood.

The sharp tip of the sword also cut open the neck of the cavalry, and blood was sprayed everywhere! The half-human and half-devil head fell back under the action of inertia, and completely tore the neck of the broken bones and tendons, and with one blow, the two heads of man and horse fell to the ground at the same time!

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull Offering Skull Seat!!!"

Christina praised her mother, the blood-colored god enshrined, raised the blood-stained two-handed giant sword high in her hand, and swept across his neck once again under the horrified gaze of the second Tevlin.

The old demon squinted his eyes, and after beheading the three centaur, the blushing mare came to his side again.

However, at this moment, she was full of blasphemous and terrifying bloody flames-every time she killed a creature, the violent power of her body would increase by one point.

This kind of terrifying power has only been seen in the purgatory demon lord. Could it be that the other party believes in a certain prince of Bator's Nine Prisons? how can that be?

"clang!!!"

Accompanied by a bloodthirsty and terrifying roar like a beast, the two giant swords slammed together in a fierce one! Splashing bright sparks all over the sky!

However, this time, the rouge horse, which slaughtered dozens of demons and presented more than a dozen heads to the Lord of Skull Seat, has soared in strength in the blessing of fear and abuse, and has gained absolute advantage! Directly pressed the colliding blade back to the opponent's chest!

Old Teflin's eyes widened in horror. He hadn't figured out what was going on. Christina's right hand pushed heavily on the sharp blade, the two-handed giant sword stained with the demon descendant and his own blood, with the opponent's weapon. As the axis, suddenly deflected away! The sharp point of the sword cut the opponent's throat straight.

"call--"

The Rouge Horse casually bandaged the palm of his hand that was cut by his own sword, raised old Teflin's deathless head in one hand, and waved the other's peculiar flame-shaped sword in the other. Hundreds of demons were terrified and uneasy. Under the watchful eye, with the rest of the troops, Zai Du launched a terrifying charge!

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! Skull Offering Skull Seat!!!"