Doom Knight System

"Damn it, what does he want to do! The World Tree is going to be destroyed!"

"Stop him, stop him quickly!"

"He's crazy, doesn't he know what he's doing?"…

With exclamations, countless strong men rushed out from their respective spaces, and nearly 30 legends attacked Lancelot at the same time, but unfortunately it was too late.

Rumbling... The darkness eroded the entire world, followed by an explosion of extremely bright light, as if the universe was shattered.

The World Tree trembled violently, and then the color gradually became lighter and lighter, showing signs of disappearing.

After the fruit space on the tree trunk fell off, it quickly escaped into the void. Although it was not protected by the power of the World Tree, from another perspective, they were completely liberated.

Everyone ignored Lancelot's disputes and became active in their hearts. With the Kingdom of God and the Godhead, coupled with the power of faith, the divine fire would surely be ignited.

The City of Sanctuary no longer exists. After humans left this cage, they fell into confusion for a long time. Some thoughtful and capable people immigrated to the blue water world.

None of this has anything to do with Lancelot. He works day and night in the factory in the knight space, and sells the products produced to the victims, thereby collecting a large amount of raw materials.

In less than a few years, the world is already different. Gathering places appear on this land like stars, and the strong imitate the city of sanctuary and start to build new cities.The council of nobles still exists because people need someone to make decisions and establish order.

The aristocracy and the knight class became more and more stable, perhaps because of the disappearance of the World Tree, the main world that no longer needed to provide it was thriving, and the trees and vegetation began to cover the entire world at an extremely fast speed.

On the other side of hell, Lancelot's clone, Anubis, still couldn't leave the bloody fortress. The streets were dead silent, and the air was filled with despair and resentment.

The gray-white mist sealed off the space outside the bloody fortress, and the new demons were directly sent into the fortress, and the reincarnation-like despair began again.

"How long has it been?" Lancelot closed his eyes. If it weren't for his still heaving chest, it would have been thought that he was dead.

Yagonier came over and said calmly: "You have been asleep for a year, and the demon army has collapsed. No general can restrain a group of mad demons."

"Crazy?" Lancelot stood up and moved his body. The bones and muscles all over his body made a crackling sound like rust because they had not been moved for a long time.

There was fear in Yagonier's eyes, and she said slowly: "They have eaten up the low-level demons, and now they are targeting the medium-level demons. There is no safe place in the entire fortress."

"Has things gotten so bad? What about supplies?" Lancelot asked.

"It's getting less and less. The food sent back every day is not enough for a thousand middle-level demons. You should still remember the bull-headed demon general. He was attacked yesterday when he was robbing food, and his flesh and blood were swallowed by a group of horned demons." .”

"It seems that after the fall, the devil has gained more powerful and evil power... So I always thought that only order is everything." Lancelot said coldly, and then picked up the Stormrage Blade.

At this moment, a group of demons made a noise outside, aiming at Yagonier, accompanied by the clanging sound of metal weapons and armor colliding.

"Did that goblin run in from here? Who saw it?"

"I heard that she is a subordinate of the dark troll Leach, we should be careful."

"Fart! Those high-ranking demon generals can't absorb enough magic power, and they are now in decline. The current bloody fortress is the world we dominate, eat it! We will be stronger."

This kind of incitement is especially useful for killing red-eyed medium-sized demons, and soon the door was smashed, and a four-armed snake demon with a huge ax broke in.

Lancelot looked down at the ants in front of him blankly, his figure flashed, and before the four-armed snake demon could react, the Stormrage Blade split it in half, with pale sharp edges mixed with black mad surges. out.

The demons who followed behind the four-armed snake demon were taken aback. It was too late to retreat. The magic power formed a hurricane and smashed the demons into a pulp.

Yagonier cleverly hid behind Lancelot, with a sneer of disdain on the corner of her mouth. In her eyes, these demons were no different from courting death.

"It's Demon General Leach!" The demons outside the door roared, but no one dared to rush in first.

Rumbling... The surging aura spread wantonly from Lancelot's body, as if his body was shrouded in a thin black mist.

"Leach, I'm not afraid of you!" A Balrog strode in. It was stronger than other Balrogs. The wounds on its body were densely packed like spider webs. Every step it took, the ground under its feet would sink into magma.

Lancelot said coldly: "Have all the demon warriors become stupid now? Don't you know the difference in level?"

"You talk too much nonsense, kill me if you can!" the Balrog roared, bang!Click!A footprint was forcibly stepped on under his feet, his eyes continued to emit fire, and the skin on his body became more and more red, distorting the space within five feet of his body.

Soon it knew that it was wrong, and at this moment a chill enveloped itself instantly.

"Damn it, so strong!" Balrog said with his eyes widened, only a dazzling blade light remained in front of him.

The sharp fury blade flashed away, and the Balrog took two steps forward, cracks appeared on the surface of the skin, and the extremely cold air shot out along the cracks, and then the whole body fell to the ground and shattered into pieces. There are countless pieces of meat.

This horrible dismemberment method made the corpse appear to be in a state of being extremely frozen, the wound was completely frozen, and no blood flowed out.

"It's really too weak, too weak." Lancelot said slowly, and white mist-like cold air continuously spewed out from the Stormrage Blade in his hand.

After waiting an hour, Lancelot sat in the room covered in plasma, looked coldly at the trembling demon in front of him, and said slowly, "Where is the food?"

"No... I don't know!" The devil's face was ashen, and his eyes were full of fear.

"Swipe!" With a flash of the Stormrage Blade, the demon's head flew up, the blood spurted out merged with the plasma on the ground, and the corpse was dragged away immediately.