Black Four-Leaf Clover: From Check-In

Boom!

The dazzling golden light burst out like a frenzy.

As the sword in Richter's hand fell.

The Word Spirit Devil Zagrain, who was in the midst of the attack, melted away quickly like winter snow encountering the spring sun.

That ferocious body quickly collapsed and disintegrated inch by inch in full view of everyone.

Before anyone could react, everything in front of them was captured by golden light.

After seven or eight seconds, all the golden light that occupied the field of vision finally quickly faded away.

When everyone came to their senses, all eyes turned and looked towards where the speaking spirit Devil Zagrain was.

The first thing that came into view was a sky full of pieces of meat minced by the Ba Sword.

There is also an ugly and disgusting black heart, floating quietly in mid-air.

"Did we win?"

"Did we defeat the Devil?"

A series of questions subconsciously came out of Bartley's mouth.

He was temporarily deceived by Richter and others using the word hero.

However, when I think of the Word Spirit Devil Zagrain, my heart turns dark, and I undoubtedly want to kill Zagrain urgently.

Only then can he make up for the heroic flaw in his heart.

However, as soon as this idea emerged in his mind, a familiar sadistic laughter suddenly sounded.

"As expected of the leader of the Elf clan, the blow just now was indeed very powerful."

The heart that was floating quietly in mid-air suddenly opened an ugly mouth.

With a ferocious smile, he spoke again.

"If it was your heyday, the move just now might have killed me, but now I'm afraid it's all in vain.

"By the way, this little trick can only work once. As for the second time, it won't be necessary."

"Get well!"

The last three simple words came out.

Originally only the heart of the Word Spirit Devil Zagrain was left, as if he had been injected with chicken blood, a large number of granulations sprouted from his heart rapidly.

Before anyone could react, the body fragments scattered around seemed to be pulled by invisible forces, quickly approaching the heart.

Is this immortality?

Richter suddenly woke up, clenched the weapon with his backhand, and was about to take action again.

"Mercury·Prison!"

If Lemiel hadn't been quick-sighted and rescued him in time, he might have fallen to the ground long ago.

This strange scene made everyone's pupils suddenly shrink.

His title as a hero really doesn't have much use anymore.

In a short half-breath, the speech spirit Devil Zagrain, who had withstood Richter's most powerful killing move and had only his heart left, quickly squirmed half of his body.

Lemiel's expression suddenly changed and he shouted hurriedly.

As soon as the words fell, the invisible magic power rolled back, and black spears condensed in an instant.

The remaining iron spears fell on the wall of mercury with clatter like rain hitting banana trees.

The black slash flashed past.

Otherwise, by himself, even the contemporary Magic Emperor has a low chance of winning.

I have witnessed with my own eyes the excellent after-sales service of Houling Devil Zagrain.

However, his figure clearly staggered and he almost fell to the ground.

Lemiel let go of the hand supporting Richter and said.

Boom!

At the same time, large amounts of mercury shot out in all directions, forming a wall in front of Lemiel and Richter.

"Don't worry, we can still support one or two, but it's right. It's not the same as it was five hundred years ago. Our bodies can't support such a high-intensity battle.

Julius hurriedly stepped forward and asked.

Faced with this fierce and closing attack, even Magic Emperor Julius, who had just used the magic field, was unable to react for a moment.

In an instant, the oncoming attack was crushed to pieces.

"Richter and I only have one blow left. If we can't win next, I'm afraid we won't be of much use anymore.

Taking advantage of this opportunity to breathe, Lemiel and Richter quickly adjusted and quickly retreated.

Along with the sound of breaking through the air, it turned into a torrential rain and shot towards Richter and Lemiel.

"Shoot him!"

"First Generation Magic Emperor, are you okay?"

The short distance of a hundred meters was approaching in the blink of an eye.

The spirit of speech, Devil Zagrain, burst into laughter first.

"Dark Entanglement·Dimensional Slash!"

"Stop it quickly, we won't let him recover."

Now Richter, but his hope of survival, if something goes wrong at this juncture.

"Haha, it seems that after five hundred years, the result is the same. Your limit is here."

"Master Richter, what's wrong with you!"

Bartley hurried forward.

Julius knew clearly that the most likely way to win a head-on confrontation was to get help from Lemiel and Richter.