Devil's Journey

Chapter 247 Is That Worth It?

If you look at it from the sky, you will see an extremely spectacular scene, as if the demon army crashed into the front of the human army like a dark red wave, causing countless waves of blood in an instant.

The original tight human front became distorted and uneven in an instant, and some sections of the front were even on the verge of collapse. The lodging demons crushed many gun barrels, and a few demons roared and wanted to tear apart another enemy before dying.

Following the low-level demons rushed up were a group of middle-level demons, silver-ranked demon officers and gold-ranked demon warlords roaring with excitement, stepping on the corpses of cannon fodder demons and rushing into the formation of the human army, instantly covered in blood Rainy wind.

The sound of fighting became more and more intense. The strong ultra-long spearmen shouted and stabbed the sharp spear blades at those powerful demons with their comrades in arms. The minions want to kill all those humans who dare to fight back.

"Attention, these demons have very thick skin!" A human officer shouted loudly: "To kill the thorns, halberd soldiers? Halberd soldiers, fill up your position!"

Middle-level demons are completely different from low-level demons. If black iron-level demons are cannon fodder, then bronze-level demons are elite cannon fodder, while middle-level demons are from the Demon Abyss. High-level cannon fodder
Well, at least the middle-level demons already have some magical power. Generally, legendary demons can lead an army alone, while the warlords below are the minions of legendary demons, and the officers are the minions of the warlords.

These mid-level demons are often as intelligent as humans, and even more cunning and insidious. At the same time, they are proficient in a lot of evil magic, and their skin is tougher and more difficult to hurt. Pierce the hide, hurt their flesh.

"withstand!"

However, the morale of the human soldiers is high. Under the influence of the brilliance of the military flag, they do not feel fear. All of his combat power can even be displayed beyond normal.

You must know that on the battlefield, even veterans will inevitably be affected by various negative emotions, and those who can stably exert their full strength can be called elite veterans.

But under the influence of the battle flag of the elite legion, even a new soldier seems to be transformed into an elite of hundreds of battles, fighting with his comrades, stabbing with long spears and stabbing with halberds, so as to fight more and less, sometimes it looks like that The arrogant and reckless demon was beaten and assassinated.

Soldiers of individual elite legions even sang war songs with ease, and slashed their spears or halberds at the demons. Behind these brave warriors, there were regrouped archers or crossbowmen, shooting arrows past their own soldiers. Shoot those tall demons.

However, there are also those powerful demons who bravely smashed the human battle group, especially those advanced powerful demons, who are like fierce generals. The cannon fodder demons wantonly massacred the scattered humans.

"Go to hell! Demon!!" A young-looking warrior stabbed a sharp halberd into the abdomen of a claw demon with all his might, and the foul-smelling black blood splashed out.

The young soldier didn't pull out the halberd in time, but twisted the shaft of the halberd fiercely, and then tried to pull out the halberd, but he couldn't. The claw demon was holding the halberd tightly In the front section, he roared and tried to take the halberd away.

In his impatience, the young soldier did not give up the halberd, but wanted to pull out the halberd forcefully, but he didn't want a bony frost demon to appear from behind the claw demon, raising his hand to cast a cone of ice.

The ice pick that looked like a dagger directly pierced the young soldier's head, blood splashed everywhere, the young soldier's skull flew up, and the comrades beside him even tasted his brains.

There was no time to be frightened, nor was there time to be angry. Any negative thoughts that would affect the battle were suppressed at this time, and his comrades immediately filled the vacancy. The frost demon originally wanted to escape, but was forced by other demons. Top up.

As a demon that mainly relies on casting spells, the Frost Demon's close combat is not outstanding. Before being pierced by the spear, the Frost Demon only had time to apply frost energy to the human soldiers on the opposite side, and the effect was to slow down the actions of those soldiers. The action is out of shape.

Of course, slow movements and out-of-shape movements on the battlefield mean death to a large extent.

On the battlefield, those extraordinarily tall demon warlords are undoubtedly the sharp blades of the assault, with scales and thorns all over their heads. The fat and big demons of unknown species roared and crashed into the spear formation, and broke through the defense line instantly with their hard scales.

Then, as if killing a god, the demon massacred dozens of soldiers in an instant. It was not until the elite of the legion arrived that the demon warlord's rampage was stopped.

Not long after the battle started, it became intense. The key to the victory was whether the human legion could withstand the charge of the demons. If they couldn't, the humans would be defeated.

Selina tightly held the Holy Spear and the reins. She was waiting, waiting for the legendary-level demons who commanded the demon army to be restless, and took the initiative to attack. They wanted to win with the least casualties. Only those demon generals can quickly end the battle.

She is like a falcon, waiting for the appearance of her prey.

And far away from the battlefield, a black-robed man was watching the battle with great interest, no, not one, there was a much smaller and shorter black-robed figure beside the black-robed man.

"Master, are humans going to win?" the petite man in black robe said, his voice was clear and sweet, and there was a bit of childishness.

"Well, before the start of the battle, the outcome has already been determined. Those legendary demons dare not face the threat of the Holy Lance, and indeed they cannot stop the Holy Lance. Failure is inevitable." Shaking his head, the tall man in black smiled. road.

"The master..." The petite man in black looked curiously at the tall man in black: "What doesn't master do?"

"What are you doing? Hehe." Shaking his head, the tall man in black sighed, "I'm not sure about resisting that holy gun, unless."

Unless the magic pupil is called out, but is it worth it?The tall black-robed man glanced at the cavalry lance exuding holy radiance. Even if he took away the holy lance and wanted to use it, he didn't know how long it would take to demonize it, and he might even be promoted to a demon by himself. It cannot be done before the lord.

Then why take the risk of exposing the magic pupil?The tall man in black robe, that is, Julian, was thinking about the Pale Blade stored in Beryl's place.

After studying it for a long time, except for being able to barely drive it with vitality, I still can't really grasp the broken artifact, which is quite tasteless to say the least.

However, Julian had no intention of returning it to the dark elf. As early as two years ago, the dark elf whose soul injury had not healed tried to contact Julian to persuade him to return the artifact.

Because the price could not be negotiated, Julian told the dark elf to go away. If that guy hadn't the guts to appear in front of Julian, Julian would have wanted to capture and kill him. As for the threats in the other party's words, Julian didn't. He cared too much, now that the two great elf empires were being overwhelmed by the demon army, and even ceased fighting with each other, they simply couldn't spare enough power to trouble him.

(End of this chapter)