Devil’s Son-in-Law

“Boom!”

The collision of flames and lightning creates a powerful force field that spreads towards the surrounding area, centered on the point where the two interact with each other for a moment. The ground trembled violently, and the rubble and rubble seemed to have been swept away by a cyclone, flying halfway up into the sky, shaking and even crushing some inescapable dead souls in the distance.

Next, there were several fierce counter-attacks by even-handed enemies, neither side used the field, but each hit contained the strongest field power, an inadvertent attack could be knocked down.

Toros already had several scars on his body, draining a lot of strength, but the battle in his eyes grew stronger, with the sickle in his hand spinning at an astonishing rate, forming a fuzzy circle, and under terrible wind pressure, the lithotrips of nearby ground turtles turned into powder.

When the accumulation reached its limit, Toros drank loudly, and the sickle swung in the direction of the Horror Knight with the force of rotation. Seven undulating flame ripples appeared on the ground, as if a fire dragon diving into the ground, rushing forward.

The Horror Knight is also brewing a powerful blow, the spear in his hand is wrapped in a lot of black gas, the black gas quickly swallows up some power in the surrounding air, even the space is fluctuating, almost simultaneously with Toros' big move, the long spear surrounded by black gas lashes out into Toros lightning.

The two powerful attacks did not offset each other, but crossed them.

At the moment of contact with the Horror Knight, the seven ripples burst out of the ground, flames gushing out of the sky, terror sharp with realm power, the Horror Knight has just shot the spear with all his strength, unable to escape, with the horses split apart and scattered.

When the spear arrived, Toros was also at the end of the great trick, but the genius of the great demon clan instantly moved. In the face of the knight spear, which emitted a breath of death straight through his soul, Toros spelled out his final handicap and moved from the mount to a distance at the first stroke.

Just moments after Toros completed his transient, steady form, he suddenly felt his soul locked in again by the smell of death, and saw the spear appear in front of him at the same moment, just as it reacted, the cold death had penetrated his heart and exited from his back.

The black gas wrapped in the spear gradually condensed into the shadow of the real person, grabbed the handle of the spear, it was the horror knight just now, the figure was intact, only the armor was broken, from time to time the body spilled a lot of black gas due to the cut.

Toros' pupils contracted and finally understood where he had lost, yet he was powerless to fight back, and the death of the spear spread quickly throughout his inner body and body, devouring his final life at a terrible rate.

Then, as soon as the Horror Knight drew a spear, Toros' body seemed to be empty, falling, and without life.

Second Legion Legion Commander Toros, killed.

When that black knight appeared in the sight of the soldiers of the Second Legion, with the sickle in his hand, which belonged to the Commander of the Legion, Toros, the soldiers' fighting spirit collapsed almost instantly, and the dead ignored it all, still surging like a tide.

Toros was not the first Demon Emperor to crash in this battle, and a short while ago, Lungi, the deputy leader of the third regiment south of the Round Front, was killed in a mixed battle. Unlike Toros, who died in a sneak attack, Lungi was a strange dead creature, miserable in colour, pale in appearance, wearing a brown robe, extremely fast and seemingly a rumored blood-sucking creature. Lungi was drained of blood and died, not even in the field.

There's more than one Demon King in this army! One by one, the bad news shocked Parrot even more, and now the army is shaking so hard that the circle is shrinking and there is already an insurmountable posture.

If you choose not to lose anything, even if you can succeed, the result of this tragic defeat will not be able to face Regent Obsidian. Only killing the master magician and exterminating the army of the spirit is the only hope.

Pegasus has been closing his eyes to the magician who manipulates the army of the Undead, and even the Horror Knight and the vampire have not responded.

Seeing more and more casualties among the soldiers, as soon as Palot bit his teeth and was about to order the entire army to head north, he saw Pegasus open his eyes, stand up, and look again, his figure had disappeared.

Parrott knew that Pegasus must have found something, and immediately came to the forefront to supervise the war and to encourage the soldiers to stabilize the line of defence.

The figure of Pegasus instantly appeared in the middle of the sky, ignoring the influx of dead armies beneath, and his eyes fell on the ever-dense dark sky behind the army, shaking and several landings, which had already rushed into the fog.

Even the eyes of the Demon Emperor cannot penetrate the Dark Sky, except that the Demon Emperor does not need to “look” with his eyes. With Pegasus' perception of realm power wrapped around it, we have already sensed the hidden and special spiritual fluctuations in the area as early as the center of the reunion, affecting the attack frequency of the entire Army of the Dead, and now the closer we get to the feeling of the dark fog, the clearer it is - the Dead Wizard must be here!

The other side seemed to have noticed Pegasus' proximity and began to move quickly backwards, and Pegasus became more certain that the man who moved was the behind-the-scenes magician who manipulated the Undead Army and did not hesitate to chase him up.

The magician's tactics were superior and hidden, seemingly divided into countless splits running in all directions, yet none of these could confuse Pegasus' mental power. After locking in the magician's true body, a few landings overtook each other and stopped him in front.

By then, both sides had passed through a heavy dark tent, which should have preceded a hillside outside the town of Dico.

This is a thin tall man in a black cloak, hidden in black, unable to see the true face, hidden in fluctuations of dark elements.

“No way! How dare you see through my mirror split!” The voice of the Black Cloak Magician is appalling.

Pegasus grinned, “It's just a trick. How can you escape the realm sensibility of the Demon Empire? It surprises me that a magician at the peak of the Demon Emperor in one of your districts is able to control so many armies of dead spirits and even terror knights and vampires of the same rank as the Demon Emperor. I don't know what interests you are on the dark moon side, now you have only two paths, one is destruction, the second is submission, I give you a minute to choose... maybe you can try to resist. ”

How can a black cloak magician be willing to bow down and show several spears around him that appear to be made of white bone, lashing in all directions from Pegasus.

However, before Pegasus was met, the bone spears stagnated, shivering and roaring, just couldn't move forward for half a minute. As Pegasus waved his hand, a bone spear flew toward him voluntarily, and he grabbed it gently, restoring it to a white bone less than a metre long: “Very novel magic, with the white bone at its core, extending the power of death and condensing it into a little bit, the power is indeed commendable. Too bad I ran into you. I'm a double-fixer of magic and power. You don't even need to dodge this level of attack. ”

The words just went down, and the surrounding spears exploded and scattered into dust.

The black cloak magician whispered the spell, a giant blood-red long-handled sickle appeared in the sky, instantly flashing in front of Pegasus, turning into a sharp enough to divide space, wrapping him around, exactly the most powerful monomer harming the dark system magic “Dark Blood Sickle”!

Pegasus sneered, his body instantly vaporized into an unparalleled atmosphere, and he punched it straight away. If it was the Dark Blood Sickle released by an opponent of the Demon Emperor class, he would certainly not dare to be so hardwired. However, this magician in front of him is only the peak of the Demon Emperor, and although he is only one step away from the Demon Emperor, he cannot speak on the same day as the real Demon Emperor.

Under the terrible pressure of this punch, the dark blood sickle inches cracked and disappeared with those sharp air.

Unfortunately, Pegsas stood ready to deter the other party, but the magician had used his head to crush the dark sickle of blood to turn it into a black smoke and fled to the rear.

“Time has come, your actions indicate that you have chosen the path of death.” Pegsas' figure instantly appeared in front of the black smoke and was about to kill the magician, suddenly giving rise to an extremely dangerous warning sign in his heart, and the punch's shape was incredibly flipped upside down, flying backwards against mechanical conventions.

Almost at the same time, a huge thing broke out of the ground, and Pegasus, although braking in a timely manner, was slowly half-packed, hit by the giant shadow, and suddenly fell by dozens of meters before risking steadiness in the air. His face was a little pale, his mouth was slowly spilled with blood, but his eyes curled apart.

In sight, is a horrible giant body.

Dragon! More precisely, it is the skeleton of a giant dragon, except that a pair of giant wings seem to condense into a fin with some kind of energy, the bones of Whitesen are wrapped in a strange glow, two hollow eyelids, the red light of life begins to flame, and the smell of terror and forest.

Pegsas' eyes swept by shock, and he had never seen a dragon tribe in this form, was it also a creature transformed by this magician of the dead? It's amazing how a magician of the Emperor level can transform a dragon clan of the Emperor!

This strange dragon clan not only possesses the dragon's dragon power, but also breathes like him, as can be seen from the horrific impact of his broken ribs just now, this is a true monster in the middle of the Demon Emperor!

Moreover, the blow carried a strange power that seemed to drain his life and weaken it.

Fortunately, the blood of the Lucifer clan is endowed with light and dark hearts capable of absorbing the forces of all kinds of light and dark systems. The debilitation only lasted a while and began to decline rapidly.

“Introduce my most powerful partner, the Phantom Dragon.” The black cloak magician made a moronic laugh, and the red light flashed in the eye of the "Phantom Dragon", a cold killing machine that locked Pegasus tightly.

This is not a shapeworm bluffing in the hills of Silang, but the most famous magician of the dead succeeded after countless experiments, the highest achievement of his “career”!

True, Ghost Dragon!