Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 181 Fierce Battle

Alfred put away the famous gun and held the sword in one hand, with a cold light on the blade.

"Shh!"

The big black sword swept across, and a [-]-meter-long gray sword light pierced the low sky, cutting apart many surrounding brick houses like tofu!

The low-level demons hiding behind the building were cut in half instantly.

After killing this wave of demons ambushing him, Alfred did not continue to advance, but began to retreat, he felt the danger.

I saw a large black and gloomy fog sweeping in, quickly spreading to a large area of ​​houses and streets in the north.

Under the mist full of sour and sulfurous smell, all the scenes are blurred and distorted.

In the mist, grotesque and strange figures ran out of the originally peaceful town, with strange arms all over their bodies, wriggling constantly.

A mouse that was panicking due to the strange changes in the environment unfortunately touched a distorted shadow, and its body exploded in an instant, dripping with blood, staining the ground red, and a huge mouse shadow emerged from the blood.

Like an infection, the whole ground was so poisoned that it looked like paint was overturned and smeared with cinders. There was no beauty at all, only ugliness, distortion and filth!

"I can feel the deep resentment in it, and it is gradually distorted into an existence like evil spirits."

Looking at the disturbing scene not far away, a bishop wearing a red square hat and a red dress said solemnly.

"Bishop Ormod, those demons may have killed hundreds of humans in the town, and activated the demon realm with it." Raphael couldn't help but frown upon seeing this.

The Demon Realm is similar to the Blood Realm. They are often a realm-like enchantment developed by demons and vampires through blood sacrifices combined with runes or totems.

The demons in the enchantment will be greatly strengthened, and sometimes they can be used together with the prototype of the domain or the real domain of the demons above the duke level, and the power can be superimposed to a certain extent!
For example, Marquis Glover of the Blood Race, after forcibly launching the Blood Realm with the source blood and blood sacrifice, he can even compete with Michel, who is at the peak of the fourth-order, otherwise, he would have been killed by the opponent with his strength in the fourth-order.

In a blink of an eye, a large area of ​​rooms and streets in the small town were shrouded in demonic realms, some of the animals were devoured and turned into sacrifices or flower fertilizers, while the remaining animals were forcibly transformed into ferocious monsters.

Some red-eyed mice grow sharp teeth like knives, and there are three-headed dogs with bloody mouths, blood swallows screaming, and rotting claws... Countless flies and mosquitoes the size of fingernails are even more overwhelming. Covering the ground, the humming converged into a loud noise.

These animals that have been eroded by the demon realm will not live long, but it is very troublesome to deal with.

"Form formation, open halo!"

Raphael's green pupils looked at the town shrouded in black mist, and he ordered directly.

The three hundred paladins were divided into [-] squads, and they formed formation quickly. The runes lit up on the white leather armor on their bodies, and dazzling halos appeared under their feet.

There are only 15 people in each team, lined up in an all-conquering formation and strode forward!
Countless demonized poisonous insects rushed up one after another, dense thorny worms covered the ground, and various large mutant spiders rubbed their ferocious mouthparts to make ear-piercing sounds, and even sprayed out webs of spider webs all over the sky.

Mosquitoes carrying the plague and toxins had already filled every crack in the house or the ground, and countless blood-colored swallows swooped down... The small town became a vast ocean full of restlessness and murderous intent.

"Holy Halo! Thunder Halo!"

Raphael yelled, and he led the elite squad at the front. This group of soldiers either held battle guns, or two-handed giant swords, or held a shield in one hand, and a one-handed sword in the other.

Following his order, all of them, from leather armor to weapons, shone with dazzling sacred light and holy lightning.

"prick!"

Raphael shook the spear in his hand, and the surging holy power flickered on the gun. He swept out with a single shot, and the white and dazzling holy power and blue electric arc hit the restless monsters one after another.

The more frenzied the movement, the more intense the lightning and holy power will be. I saw that under the all-round envelope of the lightning containing the magic-breaking holy light, there were almost no mosquitoes left, and they were directly killed into fly ash in the air.

"Shh! Shh!"

The paladins also waved their weapons with lightning and white glows in their hands. In an instant, beams of light followed the crackling sound of thunder and lightning!

With a flash of sparks, all the wraiths, mutated animals, ants, etc. in the dense fog were wiped away!

The crazy attacks around them didn't hinder their steps in the slightest, nor could they change their course.

Their marching steps, postures, and momentum all interpret the mighty, strong, stable, aboveboard, and never-ending paladins!

As they moved forward, the halo under their feet began to purify the Demon Realm, the thick fog dispersed, and the surrounding scene gradually returned to its original state.

"Tsk tsk, do you know? I hate this group of magic sticks, but I have to admit that in the fourth era, our low-end power will lose so badly, thanks to these paladins!"

Milo stood on the roof with his hands behind his back, coldly looking down at the group of paladins who had torn apart the corners of the Demon Realm.

Grand Duke Luke of the Werewolf sighed: "In a single fight, the demons have a high chance of winning, but if ten paladins face ten demons of the same level, the result will be reversed. The more people there are, the greater our disadvantage will be. "

It is undeniable that the knight profession is the backbone of mankind. After the Fourth Epoch, the Church of Light is one of the main forces for mankind to fight against the demons.

"Bryan, you can do it now!" Miro lowered his head and glanced at the dozen or so Marquis-level demons present.

Duke Brian nodded and led them into the thick fog. At this time, the real high-end contest began.

In the arena, accompanied by countless monsters, a group of fifteen figures in silver armor and sacred aura broke through many obstacles and entered a street.

A Marquis of the Demon Race held his breath and hid sideways behind a wall. Purple mist billowed on his hands, which condensed into a pair of sharp eagle claws, the tips of which glowed with a faint cold light.

He was about to sneak attack, but he didn't realize that there was a vague black shadow on the wall behind him, and shadowy illusory chains stretched out from it, binding his shadow.

"Crack!"

Just as he was about to rush out, he suddenly felt his body tighten, and circles of black iron chains wrapped around him, and as the chains slid, he was quickly bound into a dumpling.

"scare!"

The Marquis of the Demon Race was shocked. With a scream, he leaped back vigorously, thick black air wafting from his body.

The purple-black flame surged up violently, and the black chain on his body suddenly rattled, and deep cracks appeared one after another!
The Marquis didn't know what happened, but he knew that he had to dodge and move, and break free before speaking.

But he didn't realize that the shadow behind him began to distort gradually, and a palm protruded from it.

"Swish!"

Blood splattered, a bit of cold light pierced the air, and an extremely sharp dagger suddenly stabbed out from the shadow behind the Marquis of the Demon Race. It was so fierce that it pierced the back of his head!
The Marquis of the Demon Race who was retreating froze, his eyes were astonished, and his expression was in disbelief. He didn't know what happened until his death.

"Pfft!"

His tall body fell to the ground, and behind him stood a short young man in black tights with a baby face.

"Hand of Shadow" Chris held a blood-stained dagger and was about to dig out the devil's brain core. At this moment, several pale flames shot at him like javelins!

"Huh! Huh!"

Chris nimbly jumped sideways to avoid this round of projection, and jumped under a wall. His figure flashed away, blended into the shadow under the wall, and quickly disappeared.

The pale flame javelin pierced into the soil, but it didn't go out, but continued to burn, melting the ground into several red holes.

Wearing a light red cloak, Duke Brian stepped out of the thick fog, white flames like phosphorescent flames danced on his withered palms.

He stared at the place where Chris disappeared, and frowned: "Shadow Hunter, I didn't expect that a hunting force under that command had developed to this extent."

The Demon Hunters Association was founded at the end of the Third Epoch, and its predecessor was the hunting force under the Sun King.

Duke Brian of the Demon Race has been active for more than 700 years, and his existence time is very old.

In his impression, the Demon Hunters Association has never been very powerful, but since he woke up after 400 years of sleep last time, he was surprised to find that this organization has become a giant!
400 years ago, there was no such thing as a shadow hunter. Brian carefully sensed the wind and grass around him, but found nothing unusual.

He couldn't help sighing: "It's really scary and tricky."

(End of this chapter)