I'm not that kind of orc

This attack is a test of timing, and what is important is a surprise, any delay may cause unpredictable changes.Mudar is running away, and it is very likely that he will immediately open the door to the abyss leading to another coordinate in the present world, and escape from the gap between the planes, so he must launch a surprise attack before he reacts!

But the queen has not recovered from the attack just now, so now I can only go by myself.

I was just about to ask the Queen to throw me directly, when Roland's voice suddenly sounded in my head: "Raise your left hand!"

Almost subconsciously, I followed her voice and raised my left hand.

A huge flying bird came from behind, flew over me, and touched my palm with its claws. I clenched its claws reflexively, and let it drag me into the sky like this.

It was the familiar made by Roland with magic power. Its ethereal body shone with a faint blue cold light. It flapped its wings and dragged me towards the direction of the space crack.

"Remember, even with your magic power, it's only enough to open the space crack twice. The power I drew is not complete, so the crack you opened cannot be maintained." Roland's voice sounded again, "That is to say... "

"Only one chance." I replied calmly.

"That's right. Now, do it!"

The thin line-like crack was within sight in a blink of an eye, and I clenched the transformed pitch-black battle ax in my right hand, injecting the fire of life into it.

At this moment, I felt that the part of the ax handle that my palm was attached to opened an invisible big mouth, absorbing my strength with the momentum of a whale.

This consumption... is much larger than I imagined. Compared with this consumption, using the living fire to make a giant dragon can only be regarded as a super-standard spell. Is it really possible to use it again?

The fire of life was injected to a certain extent, the battle ax vibrated slightly, and a new inscription appeared near the blade of the axe. I clearly felt that the surging power like a sea wave was awakened, ready to erupt at any time.

The remaining space cracks are shrinking, and there is only a thin line less than three meters long hanging in the air.

With a loud roar, I raised my tomahawk and swung it down hard at the thin line.

The blade wind from the tomahawk swing seemed to distort the air. It was obviously just an empty swing, but I could clearly feel the touch of something being chopped in my hand.

The thin line expanded to a width of about two meters in the blink of an eye, and the power from the devil awakened the abyss door again.

But the rift showed signs of contraction as soon as it opened—as Roland said, the space rift I opened could not be compared with the Demon King, only for a moment.

Therefore, Roland's familiar didn't intend to slow down at all. We almost flashed past the edge of the gradually closing crack and broke into the unknown space on the other side.

The rift quickly closed behind us.

The first thing that catches the eye is a dark space, and the chaos seems to be boundless.

This scene is somewhat similar to the mirror world that was pulled into by the mirror demon back then, except that the space that appears this time seems to be wider.

This is the gap between the abyss and the present world. There is nothingness and silence. The moment you come here, you will naturally have the illusion of being exiled from the world.

But it's not completely empty here.

Right in front of me, I vaguely saw a huge figure blocking my eyes—it was the Demon King.

It's not that there's no light source here—just ahead, a crack is opening, and a barren volcano is reflected in it, and thick black smoke is rising from the crater.

The light found from the crack allows us to see the outline of the Demon King's body. Mudar is standing on the Demon King's shoulder, with his hand stretched in the direction of the crack, as if he is concentrating on casting spells.

Just as I thought, after entering the plane rift, Mudar immediately opened the next space rift.

"He's going to escape to the Demon Realm." Roland's voice sounded.

"Then we came just in time!" I clenched the battle ax in my hand.

The movement from behind made Mudar turn around alertly, his eyes widened in disbelief when he saw us: "It's you—"

"It's time to settle the bill, Lich, you have too many debts to pay, and you can only pay with your life today!!" I yelled at him angrily, my voice was like thunder.

Roland's familiar took advantage of the situation and threw me towards the demon king's back.

"The fourth vertebra, that's right there! Come on!!" Roland named the vital point for me.

I flew in the air and rushed towards the back of the Demon King, and summoned the "Ancestral Heroic Spirit" I had prepared from behind.

At this moment, everything in my eyes was slowed down. The scarred back of the demon king was getting closer and closer to me. With a ferocious expression, Mudar slowly turned the right hand inlaid with the demon king's heart towards me. Black sparks flashed—but it was too late, the "Ancestral Heroic Spirit" was already ready to go, and it was only a matter of hitting him with an axe. He who was still using the space crack had no time to react.

This lich, who prides himself on his magical skills, never thought that other mages would be able to approach him. He used the power of the demon king to develop the spell to open the gate of the abyss like him. We completely caught him off guard.

"Eat my big axe, Mudar!!"

I let out a mighty roar, and controlled the "ancestral heroic spirit" to slash down on the target with all my strength. I felt as if I heard Azak's voice rising from the depths of my soul, overlapping with mine.

I felt the "ancestral heroic spirit" burst out with unprecedented power. The ax blade constructed by the fire of life struck the scarred back of the demon king, and with the momentum, it cut open its body and sank into the depths of its spine.

Mudar standing on the shoulder of the Demon King suddenly opened his eyes wide, and a gap appeared on his body, extending from the left shoulder diagonally down to the right rib.

I see you hit the missing ax (2)

It can be seen that the ax successfully wounded Mudar's phylactery, and the damage left by the ax blade on the phylactery was projected onto his body which is now closely connected with the phylactery.

Now, it was as if he had been struck with an ax out of thin air, a long gash was drawn on his chest, and his shoulder blades and ribs spread out, but what flowed out from the wound was not blood but gray-white smoke .

The little black flame summoned from his fingertips went out in an instant, and the space crack leading to the demonic realm shrank rapidly, and it was about to close.

His power is draining, this is the first time I saw a distorted and painful expression on the face of this lich, the phylactery that kept his remaining soul was traumatized, this time he really felt life threaten.

I stood on the other shoulder of the Demon King, and the "Ancestral Heroic Spirit" suspended behind me chopped the ax into the Demon King's back, and I tried to control it to push the ax that was cut into the Demon King's spine, so that the blade of the ax could be given to the phylactery more damage.

Mudar raised his head and howled, this time it was not only the wound, but also white smoke spewed out from his eyes and mouth, and then his body began to rot at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"His necromancy can't last!" Roland's voice sounded.

"How can this be? A mere vulgar... orc..." Mudar's expression was ferocious like a ghost, "How can my... great plan be destroyed by such a person!?"

He raised his hand with difficulty, the demon king's heart on his right hand emitted a terrifying purple light, and an invisible force forcibly injected into his body. In an instant, half of his face peeled off, revealing his pale bones.

Like a flash of light, his body regained the ability to move for a moment. He waved his arm and threw out a black iron chain made of magic power. The chain was entwined with black flames.

The black flames are extremely dangerous to the "Ancestral Heroic Spirit". I hurriedly changed the form of the "Ancestral Heroic Spirit" to retract the battle axe, then turned around and jumped off the demon king's shoulder to avoid the attack.

I stabbed the two battle axes into the Demon King's back, so that I could hang on the Demon King so that I would not be thrown off.

The back that was blasted by the Queen with the crimson domain was covered with wounds, as long as it was aimed at the wound, even Fan Tie could penetrate a little.

This guy can still cast spells in one breath. It seems that the damage from the "ancestral heroic spirit" alone is still too shallow.

It doesn't matter, if there is something that can't be killed with an axe, then use another axe.

With such a simple and rude idea in mind, I controlled the "ancestral heroic spirit" floating behind me to raise the battle ax high, and then chopped another ax at the same place.

New wounds burst open on Mudar's body, he staggered a bit, but barely stopped.

Is this guy a cockroach?

"There must be a protection on his phylactery, it is not so easy to completely destroy it, work harder!!" Roland shouted again.

It's easy to say, but with my current posture, it's very difficult to avoid his counterattack.

Seeing that Mudar was about to aim at the "ancestral heroic spirit" to release the black flame of the demon king again with his broken body, I thought of a way out of desperation.

I roared loudly and activated the power of dragon blood.

The crest of the berserker was instantly ignited, and power surged up from his body like magma erupting from a volcano, and the dragon flame ignited the "ancestral heroic spirit" in an instant.

"Dragon Flame Blazing Soul" is burning like a lighted beacon in the gap between the dark planes!

The flames spread from Wei'an's body to the blade of the battle axe, and also to Mudar's phylactery. If the broad ax is not enough to kill him, then set it on fire!

As long as the method is used correctly, there is nothing that cannot be killed.

Blazing flames erupted from the two wounds on Mudar's body, enveloping his whole body in an instant.

This time it was a real fatal injury for him, his body twisted rapidly in the flames, collapsing like sand.

"Why!? How could it be like this? You—this kind of humble orc like dust!" He scratched his head and howled miserably, "It's just a short-lived species that will die after eating and drinking for decades. It will have the slightest impact on this world... Your self-righteous feats are insignificant and meaningless to this world... Why are you not conscious at all!?"

"Whether our life is meaningful or not is none of your business!" I did not hesitate to control "Dragon Flame Blazing Soul" to push the power on the battle ax to the limit, "I only know that what I should do now is to send you God! Stop talking nonsense and lead to death with peace of mind!!"

I gradually felt that something hard was slowly deforming under the battle ax of "Dragon Flame Blazing Soul", and finally burst open suddenly.

A large amount of magic power emanated from the wound on the demon king's back, so powerful that it even scattered the battle ax of "Dragon Flame Blazing Soul".Then the gray-white soul overflowed from the wound, like a fountain.

"How many souls have you devoured so far in order to strengthen your own strength?" Roland's familiar waved its wings and hung in the air, watching the scene calmly, "Now it's all spit out."

More ferocious flames erupted from Mudar's wound, and he staggered back a step, slipping and falling off the Demon King's shoulder.

Finally, the guy's phylactery was destroyed.

Realizing this fact, I was finally able to relax my tense body. I extinguished the dragon flame, grabbed the tomahawk and tried to climb up, climbing onto the left shoulder of the demon king.

"It's over." Roland's familiar landed on my shoulder.

"Yes." I glanced at the direction where Mudar fell. When the guy fell from the demon king's right shoulder, he actually controlled the demon king to catch his own body with his right hand.

Still struggling until the last moment, this guy is really persistent enough for his so-called great idea.

But it was meaningless, his body had been burned to the point where only a few broken skeletons were left, and the faint blue fire in his eyes was completely extinguished.

At this point, counting from Azak's generation, starting from the abyss war 70 years ago, the grievances and grievances between him and us have finally been completely settled.

"Okay, come back quickly, hero." Roland said with a smile in his voice, "Everyone is waiting for you."

"Let me slow down first, the consumption is a bit high." I took a deep breath, "Is this state... the magic power not enough?"

There is not much left of the fire of life. With this little stock, it is probably quite reluctant to reopen a space crack and go back.

"If you don't have enough magic power, it's not a big problem. You can just borrow the devil's heart from that guy. It's a good source of magic power." Roland said calmly, "Just touch the devil's heart with a pitch-black battle axe. Homogeneous magic can be blended, as long as there is no direct contact, there is no need to worry about being eroded."

I see you hit the missing ax (3)

The heart of the devil... If there is such a level of mana reserve, then there is no need to worry about the consumption of mana.

Remember that the devil's heart should be inlaid on Mudar's right hand.

I subconsciously moved my gaze over there.

"Huh?" I couldn't help frowning, "Roland, there seems to be something wrong with the devil's heart."

"What?" Roland also controlled the familiar to turn his head to look.

A small embers of fire still burned on the dry wood-like wreckage of Mudar, and this flame now became the only light source in this space.

But in the firelight, I vaguely saw purple light flickering.

The purple light came from Mudar's almost carbonized right hand, and the spar transformed from the devil's heart was shining brightly.

And the flickering frequency is still gradually accelerating, just like the beating of the heart when a person wakes up.

Then, the whole spar began to tremble.