Devil's Journey

Chapter 188
"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

The Mad Warlord Bokasa, who was inlaid with black magic steel all over his body, waved his big black and shiny paws, and raged in the Verrol array covered in blood. Casa.

A group of silver-rank madmen behind them followed Bokasa's frenzy to kill ferociously, and other demons followed closely to pour into the torn defense line, although there were many demons who were pierced into a sieve by the stabbed spear blades.

Andena in the other direction also bravely brandished four long knives. Although she lost an arm in the last battle, the powerful regenerative ability of the golden-ranked demon has been restored, and she still looks brave at this time.

However, two gaps had been torn open in the originally thick Verrol defense line. Even though the crossbowmen had drawn their long knives and swords and rushed forward, it was still difficult to stop the ferocious madman and snake demon.

There was a rumbling sound, and the two-winged cavalry charged forward, and the light lances were leveled. Although these horses did not have enough armor to defend against them, their impact speed was not inferior to those knights' armored half-breed elf horses.

At this time, apart from the spellcasting demons, only three or four thousand cannon fodder demons who were overtaken by the assault demons remained in the demon rear team.

Furmanberg flicked his whip and yelled at the little demons to bravely charge towards the cavalrymen killed from both sides, using his skinny chest to break off the enemy's cavalry spears.

The flames rose up. Although the flames of Incendiary Berg were only burning on his body, they still terrified the little demons. Under the intimidation and urging of Berg and other demon officers, the little demons forgot their fear and rushed away. go up.

Then they were stunned by the cavalry who rushed over. Four thousand cavalry charged from the two wings, crushing the little devils in an instant, smearing their flesh and blood, and burying their bones in mud.

"For the sake of Lord Julian, kill them all!" Berg stared at the devil's eyes wide, whipped his whip, raised his long knife and led the demons who were better at casting spells, and killed the cavalry who had slowed down.

The floating throne of skull flew across the battlefield, although the speed was a little slow, but it did not reduce the style of the boss. Julian, who was sitting on the throne of skull, looked at Marshal Maginot contemptuously.

"Fall or die."

The slow and unwavering voice passed through the noisy battlefield. Marshal Maginot sneered, raised the legendary halberd 'Fearless' in his hand and pointed it at Julian.

"Devil, you will be killed by my halberd, and the evil will surely fail."

"Hehe~" Julian squinted his eyes, and the red and blue magic pupils were jumping with frightening terror.

"Evil may fail, but I, Julian, whom fate favors, will not. Since you are stubborn, I will give you a tragic death."

After standing up, Julian spread his hands, and the magic flame whip and beheading sword appeared in his hands. The wide magic wings spread out, and the raging magic flame burned.

Marshal Maginot exhaled lightly and pulled down his visor. As a field marshal, he is actually better at foot combat, but after being promoted to a legend, he is also quite good at cavalry combat, but he is not as good as a champion of the same level in single combat. knight.

However, as a Tier [-] legend, he can still suppress the Tier [-] legendary champion knight Bernard. As for the demon who only has a Tier [-] legend in front of him, although the opponent's aura is very terrifying, maybe it's just playing tricks, and he feels that he will win No, but you shouldn't lose either.

As long as the opponent can be held back, the central front can be stabilized, and the cavalry army encircled by the two wings can gradually wipe out the surrounding demons like a hammer.

Julian fell slowly, in front of Marshal Maginot and his thousands of knights, behind him was the seemingly crumbling but still resilient Verrol Army front.

The winner will have it all.

Marshal Maginot meditated that I must win, and then raised his halberd 'Fearless', facing Julian and urging his horse.

Julian, who was five meters tall, looked like a monster. Even if Magino was riding an elf horse, he was far less tall than Julian.

But at this moment, the desire for victory made Maginot face Julian bravely. The northern defense line has become useless, and the Maginot line of defense is about to become a joke.

And he wants to justify his name and use victory to justify his name.

Amidst the neighing of the war horses, more than a thousand knights galloped along with Maginot, but the distance was too close, and the war horses had already charged before reaching the highest speed.

"Haha! Another brave soul, I accept it!" Fierce flames erupted from Julian's body, and the terrifying coercion deterred the charging knights. The horses panicked and fell into chaos, and many knights lost their lives. Fighting spirit, fell off the horse.

"Devil dies!"

His eyes were wide open, and the halberd in Magino's hand shone with infinite courage, together with Magino's tall figure, he encouraged the knights. At this moment, Magino was fearless.

The bright arc splits the turbulent magic flame in an instant, and the light shines, holy and majestic, and the fearless man faces the powerful demon directly.

"Come on, let me see your martial arts!" A beheading sword wrapped in a dazzling thunder suddenly slashed down, as if breaking through the space and attacking.

"Ah!!" Roaring loudly to express the anger in his chest, Maginot's beard puffed up, and amidst the mournful wailing of the war horse under his crotch, the power of the radiant oath bloomed.

The oath of fearlessness gave Maginot strength beyond the past. At this moment, he seemed to see the hope of breaking through the fourth-order legend. The person who made the oath defended his oath, and even the devil could not make him shrink back in fear.

The magic flame was forced back by the brilliant light of the soul. Although the body of the war halberd was quite short in front of the devil, it was extremely mighty under the dazzling light at this moment.

Even Julian felt threatened, not the threat of injury, but the threat of possible death. The thunder, fire and magic power surged like a flood, and Julian waved the weapon in his hand to block the extremely sharp war halberd.

But at this moment, Maginot seemed to be possessed by a god, his eyes shone with golden light, and his whole body was surrounded by sacred aura. A halberd not much longer than Julian's beheading sword forced Julian into it violently. on the defensive.

This made Julian, who has always been strong, very angry. This feeling of being suppressed has not appeared for a long time. Julian did not borrow the power of the magic pupil, and tried his best to resist Maginot's attack. attack, and has been trying to counter the opponent.

If you defend for a long time, you will lose. Yulian would rather be cut and stabbed a few more times by the opponent, and suffer some injuries, than be beaten so weak that he cannot fight back.

As the battle intensified, Julian, who also played fiercely, also entered a state of ecstasy, ignoring the battle at all. At this moment, his only thought was to behead the opponent, win, and continue to win.

I don’t know if it’s because I’ve told too many lies and believed it. At first, it was just to fool others to promote the Destiny Cult, but after a long time, Julian wondered if he really had a Destiny, otherwise, how could it be such a coincidence? was selected by the magic pupil, and then went smoothly and became strong until now.

Maybe there really is that so-called destiny?

(End of this chapter)