Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 182
"despair!"

On the other side, Raphael, with flowing blond hair, took the lead. With just one step, vein-like light patterns spread out in all directions, and then dozens of energy bombs that shone with lightning emerged from the ground and exploded.

Crackling, electric snakes dance wildly, holy power shines, instantly clearing a large area of ​​wraiths and insects!
"Oh!"

At this time, an old wall suddenly collapsed, masonry splashed, dust rose, blood mist surged and spread, and the entire ground was covered with a thin layer of red liquid.

This layer of liquid seemed to seep out from the cracks in the ground. At first it was a small mark, the color was not very bright, like a water stain that was about to dry up.

But it quickly became viscous, the blood flowed and expanded, converging and connecting with each other, and sulfur-scented bubbles continuously emerged from the crimson blood water.

Two blood tornadoes that continuously rotated quickly rose from it, hitting Raphael directly like a giant beam!
"The Frozen Shield!"

A snowflake-shaped pattern lit up from behind Raphael, and he thrust the silver-white spear into the ground.

"Whoo~"

The cold wind howled, and a white translucent ice cube rose from the ground, and layers of ice edges continued to cover and thicken, forming a thick ice wall.

"Boom! Boom!"

There was a violent impact, the ice shield cracked open, and snow-white ice shards flew!

The cold air overflowed, and the blood column collapsed. The two blood marquises shivered and took a few steps back. One of the blood race was tall and burly, holding a big sword with a red arc flashing.

The other has a slender body, dark red eyes with piercing eyes, and hair that dances like a burning flame in the wind. He holds a slender black soft sword in his hand.

"The Silver Spear really deserves its reputation. The blood tornado we have prepared for a while is blocked by you. Fighting alone, I am afraid that none of us will be your opponent!" The blood marquis holding a big sword said in a deep voice. .

"Stop talking nonsense, let's go together, I don't have time to flatter each other with you!"

A white light flashed in Raphael's eyes, and he quickly stabbed down with a silver spear in his hand. The strong wind blew his face like a knife, and the shadows of the spears overlapped!
The two blood marquises were startled, and they took a step forward together. The blood on their bodies surged, and their powerful aura resonated. They joined forces to fight against the enemy.

In the arena, the red sword qi staggered, and the guns were shining. Raphael fought one against two, the holy power surged in his body, and the spears criss-crossed, picking, stabbing, chopping, and sweeping freely!
However, he quickly frowned. The blood energy of the two blood marquises seemed to be connected together. The burly marquis opened and closed his moves, and the big sword shining with red lightning in his hand blocked the spear head-on.

And another tall and thin vampire is waiting for the opportunity to move, the black soft sword dances dazzlingly, the angle is tricky, it is very vicious, and it is very vicious!

The two cooperated tacitly, and for a while, Raphael was a little bit unable to take the two of them down.

His expression turned cold, he lost his patience, his right hand shone brightly, and a pair of lifelike bright wings spread out!

"What? Quick, retreat!"

The tall vampire's expression changed, and he hurriedly called his companions to retreat, but it was already too late.

The famous gun "Glorious Wings" emitting a soft white light appeared in Raphael's hands. His pupils lost their color, and his eyes seemed to have only the whites left!

"Oh!"

A huge beam of light cut through the low sky, and instantly hit the blood marquis holding a black soft sword, and the white light engulfed him.

And it directly penetrated his body, and the momentum remained undiminished. It rubbed the shoulder of another blood marquis and shot into the black mist!

The dazzling white light was all over the place, the black mist was swept away, and the already battered Demon Realm could no longer be maintained!
"Boom!"

There was a loud noise, snowflakes floated in the sky, layers of ice condensed, and ice ridges grew in the places swept by the beam of light, and the temperature in the air dropped rapidly.

This is not the power contained in the Wings of Glory. Raphael's power attribute is "withered cold light", which amplifies the effect.

In the arena, the blood marquis who was hit had turned into an ice sculpture. Raphael put away his famous gun, and the silver-white cold weapon spear slapped, cracked a few times, and cracks appeared, and the ice and frozen flesh and blood shattered all over the ground. .

"The church actually gave it to you!"

The tall vampire backed away in horror, his lips were purple and his whole body was trembling.

The place on his right shoulder rubbed by the beam of light began to freeze. Although blood flames were burning on it, it couldn't dispel the biting chill.

At this time, a few wisps of dancing white flames suddenly floated over from behind the wall, melting the ice on his shoulders.

"Matthew, he is not something you can deal with, go to the back and take a rest."

The old voice sounded, the blood marquis stopped trembling, a ghostly figure appeared behind him, grabbed his shoulder, threw it back, the blood marquis spread his bat wings and retreated.

Brian's old face was full of wrinkles: "Gonzalez actually gave you the famous gun, how will he deal with His Royal Highness?"

In fact, Milo was stronger than Gonzalez. He had just woken up 5 years ago, was weaker, and somewhat careless. He was hit by Gonzalez with the Wing of Glory, and finally lost.

Raphael was holding a long gun, and his expression was a little dignified. The old duke in front of him was terrifying, and he felt quite oppressed. He might have already stepped into the sanctuary with one foot. In a short time, he would no longer be able to use the famous gun to fight against the enemy.

"Duke of the Soul Fire Clan, don't bother you, your majesty's injury is still not healed!"

Raphael said coldly, the two stopped talking and confronted each other.

On a roof in the center of the town, Luke shrugged: "It's not good, it seems that many outstanding human geniuses have come, and our people have lost a lot."

Miro's purple pupils narrowed: "I saw it, you go prepare, those young people have great potential, I'll see if I can kill them!"

He opened his arms, and a pair of black wings spread out from behind him. He is a prince belonging to the Black Wing Clan.

"Hey!"

A playful laugh suddenly sounded, and the spiritual energy in the air seemed to vibrate accordingly. The laughter echoed in the air and spread to every corner of the town.

A layer of gray curtain suddenly opened under Milo's feet, covering most of the village and town, and countless gray lights emerged from it, entangled together one after another, and the color gradually deepened.

The black light turned into thousands of black swords, black spears, and pitch-black arrows, which poured out crazily without a sound, automatically locked on the target, and shot violently at every human in the town!
"Pfft!"

Blood splashed, and a third-tier paladin was shot into a sieve by a rain of black arrows!

Bishop Omod quickly raised the scepter in his hand, and a round of milky white mask opened, protecting the remaining 14 paladins in the team.

Alfred, Raphael and the others also started to defend immediately, while Chris hid himself and never showed up. In an instant, everyone who was aggressive just now was beaten to the point of exhaustion!

This is the power of the Prince of Darkness. If there is no opponent of the same level, it is enough to sweep a large group of extraordinary people.

However, Milo didn't become arrogant for long. He saw a man who was shining with holy lightning and rushed towards him in the air. The materialized holy power on his body illuminated a [-]-meter radius!
Gonzales, with a firm face, suddenly appeared. He was holding a golden spear. The runes on the armor were clearly visible, and the runes flowed to form a network of veins.

Soon, countless shimmering sacred texts appeared on the golden spear. Huge energy condensed on the tip of the spear, and the halo of sacred texts surrounded the void, forming a unique field.

Milo's face on the roof turned cold, and his black wings moved. Thousands of black javelins, black swords, black feathers, and black arrows poured over the sky like a tide, densely packed!

"Swish!"

A sharp light flashed in Gonzalez's eyes, and the tip of the gun was piercing. The field was like a kaleidoscope, and the big gun seemed to be repeatedly refracted and copied by multiple invisible mirrors, dividing into multiples!
In the twinkling of an eye, the gunflowers were in full bloom at the same time, rolling up a majestic and dazzling white thunderstorm, flooding forward!
"Clang! Clang!..."

The sound of metal and iron resounded through the sky, black blades pierced through the sky, spears blazed vertically and horizontally, thick shadows and flashing storms intertwined together!
"Ow!"

Just when Gonzalez and Milo were fighting fiercely, and it was difficult to distinguish the winner for a while, a wolf howl suddenly sounded.

Luke screamed wildly, his hair fluttered, his canine teeth grew longer, and snow-white hair grew on his arms.

He puffed up his muscles, propped up his shirt, and a wolf totem emerged from his back, surging white spiritual energy gathered, gusts of wind blew, and the stones on the ground buzzed and trembled.

With the infusion of psychic energy, the wolf totem rapidly expanded and gradually became solidified. After a while, a huge silver giant wolf with a height of 50 meters stood in the center of the town!

The faces of Raphael, Alfred and others changed. They did not expect that there was a werewolf Grand Duke here.

"Roar!"

There was an earth-shattering roar, and the giant silver wolf stomped on a brick building, causing the ground to tremble.

"Boom! Boom!"

Accompanied by its footsteps, the ground trembled, and tiles, bricks, and sawdust were splashed. The giant wolf, carrying hundreds of demon descendants on its back, rushed out of the town!
Seeing this, a group of 15 paladins raised their shields one after another, and pieces of rectangular white light floated in the air, forming a shining barrier across the road.

"Snapped!"

The giant pillar-like wolf claws slammed, and with a click, the light shield shattered, and a dozen paladins were swept away like scarecrows in a storm, and when they fell to the ground, they were already dripping with blood!

"Don't block, get out of the way!"

Bishop Omod's forehead was sweating, and he shouted, the encirclement failed, and the appearance of the werewolf grand duke disrupted the plan.

The silver giant wolf was as powerful as a bamboo, carrying a group of demons, galloping forward, and finally disappeared in the path between the mountains.

In the middle of the town, Milo let out a muffled grunt, and took a shot from Gonzales, blood spattered, he clutched his bleeding chest, flapped his wings, and escaped into the mountains like a black light .

"Gonzalez, when I recover to my peak, it will be your death!"

"The howling of a defeated dog!"

Gonzales snorted coldly, and did not pursue. There was a werewolf Grand Duke on the opposite side, and together they were enough to repel him.

He retracted the spear and lowered to the ground. This time the battle was considered over.

(End of this chapter)