Devil's Journey

Chapter 198 Brutal bloody battle

In ancient and modern battles, the devil's tactics have been successfully used again and again. When encountering defenses, they will rush up and rush up, catching the opponent off guard. Finally, they can't hold it anymore, and then they are swallowed with bones.

Of course, if you can handle it, then hold it. What’s the matter? If you hold this wave, you can hold the next wave. If you hold the next wave, you can hold the next wave.
Cough cough, well, the devil's tactics are no tactics, relying on the fearlessness of death and the almost endless number of submerging the enemy, the attacked enemy can be blocked once, twice, five times, ten times, but if there is only one time, there will be no If you block it, the result will be doomed.

However, according to the impoverished patience and ridiculous unity of the demons, as long as they can hold on, there will always be a turning point. Maybe at some point, the demons will fight by themselves.

This kind of opportunity is still great, but the premise is to stick to it without giving up.

The four- to five-meter-high big demon held a huge evil sickle, opened his bloody mouth, and roared furiously: "Rush, rush up, kill everything you see!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

Hundreds of thousands of demons roared furiously. Under the blood cloud of the Demon Abyss, they had no fear of life and death. Even if they died, they would be reborn in the Demon Abyss and embarked on the brutal road of fighting again.

The entire battlefield is filled with terrifying demons that make people fall into a frenzy, and the demon clouds in the sky are even more dense, as if the sky is about to be suppressed.

The ferocious and brutal army of demons crazily charged at the Verrol people's defense line, ignoring any casualties, just like fanatical believers embarking on the road to the kingdom of God.

Strands of blood can be seen with the naked eye, and the terrifying will of the demonic abyss is also eroding the will of the defenders. The entire battlefield seems to be dragged into the abyss of demons, and any rational order will be repelled and suppressed here.

Even the defenders fell into a state of madness. The cowardly collapsed and went crazy, and the brave were bloodthirsty and crazy. Anyway, there was not much reason to speak of.

The defenders' bunkers were forcibly gnawed layer by layer by the demons. Although the casualties were heavy, the demons shrouded in blood were constantly promoted during the battle.

The alchemy cannons and magic heavy artillery bombarded continuously, almost without stopping, and even exploded, but they still couldn't stop the desperate attack of the magic army.

"Ahhh!" George stared wide-eyed, roared with tears in the corners of his eyes, and stabbed a short spear into the stomach of a little devil, and the little devil still bit Tony's neck.

Fear was left behind by George, he let go of the short spear with a roar, then drew out the short sword and stabbed it into the little devil's neck again, once, twice, three times, cutting off the little devil's head abruptly.

But Tony's neck was also bitten off in half, blood spattered outwards, and his eyes were already cloudy. By the time George lay down in front of Tony in a daze, the other party had already lost his life.

George was holding Tony's head in a daze, and opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but a fierce demon swung a butcher knife from behind him.

The headless corpse fell down, the head was grabbed by the demon, and the soul demon cloud forcibly swallowed it. The magic power gathered by a large number of deaths was fed back to the demons on the battlefield, making those demons who were caught in the killing process stronger.

The energy shells of the magic cannon blasted into the group of demons, killing a group of low-level demons in an instant, and a few silver-level demons were also torn apart, but more demons continued to surge.

And the location of those magical heavy artillery and magic towers became the key to the fierce battle between the two sides. The legendary demon general led the attack, and the defenders were also desperately resisting.

The armored airship united by the mages has not set a new record of killing tens of thousands of demons. The legendary dragon leading the flying demons has long been waiting for the airship unit to join the battle.

The two sides engaged in a brutal air battle under the magic cloud. The battle mages united by the mages took the airship to assist in the battle, and the brilliance of magic exploded in the sky.

At this time, Julian did not hide behind anymore, holding a sword in one hand and a whip in the other, he led tens of thousands of men to slam into the Verrol's defense line fiercely.

The pouring arrows and bullets rushed towards him, but Julian didn't care. The legendary demon plate armor on his body ignored these attacks at all, not even scratching his boots.

Amidst the rumbling sound, several light and heavy alchemy cannons also blasted over, but they were blocked by Julian's magic flame whip or beheading sword in the air. The flame field spread out, and wherever Julian passed, the soldiers in the bunker were killed alive. Burned to death, turned into coke, and the bombs in the fortress were detonated from time to time. Amidst the roar, Julian's terrifying figure was deeply imprinted into the souls of the defenders like a nightmare.

The magic heavy artillery on the hillside in front quickly adjusted its position and aimed at Julian. The mage in the heavy artillery control room was full of anxiety at this moment. Even in the room, he was affected by the magic that enveloped the battlefield.

After forcibly suppressing the manic emotions, the mage steadied his mind and activated the magic cannon, and a bright high-energy ray instantly passed through the space and shot at Julian.

With a sneer on his face, Julian had no intention of hiding at all. The beheading sword in his hand slammed down, and the fiery and violent blue-purple thunderfire magic power turned into a terrifying huge sword shadow.

Amidst the violent roar, bright energy exploded, and the ground cracked instantly. The surrounding bunkers were even collapsed by the splashed energy, and all the soldiers inside died.

Laughing loudly, Julian, who was also in a frenzy, flapped his magic wings and flew out from the aftermath of the explosion, aiming at the magic fort.

"Stop! Come on, stop... ah."

The general guarding in front of the fort held a bow and tried to stop Julian, but was killed by the flying Julian with a whip. After the body was cut into two pieces, it burst into flames.

A pure holy radiance bombarded Julian's body, and Julian, who was burned by the holy power, looked up and saw the Archbishop of Fortune Church appearing in front of him.

"Are you here to die?" Demonic flames ignited on Julian's body, expelling the holy power, with ferocious malice in his eyes, Julian, who was full of murderous intent, was like a real demon bloodthirsty.

"No, I'm here to purify you." The archbishop stared at Julian and said solemnly.

However, Julian responded with a sneer, and the huge magic wings spread out, turning the surrounding area into a piece of scorched earth in the magic flame field, and the burly figure became more ferocious in the magic flame.

"Then see if you have that strength!"

"Wow! You... let go of me! I... Let me tell you, I am the powerful, evil, and terrifying Lord Satania!"

The petite girl whose cloak was removed tried to raise her forehead. Although she was tightly tied up, she still maintained the aura of a so-called demon lord.

But Ya'er, who was sitting across from her, blinked her eyes and looked the girl up and down with a puzzled and puzzled expression.

"Your name is Satania?" Ya'er leaned back slightly, with her arms folded across her chest, her huge heart was about to overflow, and the wide and plump fruit made the girl opposite her feel the pressure.

(End of this chapter)