The Missionary of the Second Dimension

"Boom boom boom!"

His Highness only had time to put the other hand across his chest, and immediately felt the impact again and again.

back.

back.

Back up again.

Every attack 120 brought harsh sound waves. When His Highness was about to approach the edge of the ring, Zhai Nan focused his strength on the right fist of the young man whose body was like a broken doll, and gave him the last blow.

"boom--!"

This time, His Highness was completely blown away by that powerful force, and his whole body flew upside down as if he had been hit by a truck.

"boom--!"

The explosion sounded again, and His Highness's body that was knocked into the air hit the viewing platform behind him, completely destroying the stone platform and kicking up a lot of gray dust.

Through the confirmation of breath, the breath of the white-haired boy was already extremely weak compared to the beginning.

Kicking away the gravel, Zhai Nan came to His Highness step by step.

Looking at him helplessly and sadly, he said, "Are you happy now?"

"?" The white-haired, golden-eyed boy lying in the ruins was puzzled at first, and then understood the meaning.

"Very happy, I am very happy to learn a new word." His Highness said with difficulty with an unclear expression.

"Is there any trump card you haven't used? Why not?" Zhai Nan asked.

"Because I haven't failed yet. If I lose, my subordinates will fail. Before they fall, I will definitely not fall." His Highness shook his head and got up from the ground with difficulty. .

Chapter [-] Such a Weak Demon King

The Palace of the Third Right Wing in the City of Flames.

This is the training ground for the soldiers of the Salamandra community to exercise.

When the gift card that only belonged to the Devil King game fell from the sky, the soldiers here immediately started to move quickly and concisely.

"Everyone go to their posts immediately!"

"The devil king is coming!"

Sandora's brother Mandela calmly commanded his soldiers.

Compared with the previous attack by the devil without warning, this time the preparations were much better.

Moreover, the number and quality of soldiers have increased rapidly.

Salamandra was one of the guardians of the North District except for the "Ghost Fairy" Alliance Ultraviolet. Even when the Devil King attacked, he did not show any panic.

On the outside of the first city wall, countless giants came from a distance, and the ground was constantly vibrated by the trampling of the giants. Their bodies were covered with thick frost. Nothing changes.

Judging from this point, the giants who attacked this time were the frost giants in Nordic mythology.

They had clashed countless times with the Aesir clan led by Odin, but they were defeated in the end, and came to Hakoba after the defeat.

Now, being controlled by the devil, they have rekindled the flames of war. As the devil's minions, they help them conquer one area after another.

Under Mandela's command, the largest dragon troops were pushed to the forefront, using their own advantages to attack them from the air.

But transporting troops also takes time.

For a few minutes, the giants could not get close to the city wall, and the fire dragon troops could also form their formations and wait for their arrival.

But in the next second, the orderly shouted in horror: "The giant has broken into the city!"

"How is it possible?! How long has it just passed!"

Mandela's face finally changed. It was only a few minutes from the time he found the giant to the time he gave the order. How could the speed of the other party be so fast?

"It doesn't matter, let's go now, we must stop them before they wreak havoc.'!"

The soldiers and fire dragons who received the order flew to the outermost residential area with all their might.

There, residents are fleeing towards the inner wall.

The safest Palace of the Fifth Wing is still recruiting refugees. This building was prepared to deal with large-scale disasters at the beginning of its establishment, so even if it covers the entire city, it is more than enough.

"It must have been caused by that guy."

When the army was rushing to the front line, Vera, a girl with sharp ears like elves, said nervously.

"That guy? Can Miss Vera be more clear?"

Sandra asked suspiciously.

"It's Maxwell."

Vera said slowly with a disgusted expression that she had never shown before.

And the moment Vera said the name, as if corresponding to what she said, the surrounding bonfires suddenly sprang up as if they were poured with gasoline.

In the end, a gap was opened in the empty space, and a bone-chilling cold current swept from the inside like a storm, turning everything it touched into ice sculptures.

Then, a huge transparent crystalline ice shattered suddenly, and a tall figure appeared in front of everyone with arms folded.