Augustus Under the Horseshoe

In that creepy wailing, Painhurs stomped heavily on the chest and shoulders of the great demon. Using his own horrible weight of one ton, he firmly suppressed the dying struggle of this burly horned monster.

The slender and pale horseshoes of the gods are covered with blasphemous and horrible viscous blood. A pair of powerful hands, grasping each other's squalid white fangs, lifts it upwards with great force-accompanied by twisted and piercing flesh and blood tears. The voice, the horned demon was torn apart by Wanjun Thunder, leaving only some ugly heads connected by flesh and blood, completely torn off by the warchief's strange power!

At the moment when the Great Demon was separated, his last wailing and struggle came to an abrupt end. The burly claws fell weakly on the deck, raising a large swath of choking dust.

"Separate some soldiers, pay attention to the sky!"

After successfully banishing the great demon, Painhurs breathed a sigh of relief. Although the devil's torrential rain had ended, they landed in every corner of this unnamed bay. Fighting fiercely with the Imperial Legion, some winged demons can still fly around in the air to help other friendly forces.

Suddenly, a scarlet burning afterimage, at a speed that the naked eye cannot catch, roared and flew from a distance! No, it was not a devil, but a Teflin in a robe of flames. He was tall, with an evil face, and on his hideous horns and devil's hooves, he was entwined with the eerie and terrifying flames of hell.

Without saying a word, the warchief quickly took out a heavy javelin from behind, accompanied by the ear-piercing scream of metal tearing the air, and hurled it at the person who came, but a bunch of dark red **** flames seemed to come alive and instantly melted. As a shield of flames, it blocks the tentative long-range attacks of the horses and men.

Strangely speaking, although the half-man and half-devil in the flames kept staring at his face, Painhurs felt his scary pupils, which were burning the flames of hell, staring at other things.

"Pure gold casting, nine demons dancing wildly-on the gold relief, Cyrus the Great defeated the three kingdoms of Medes, Lydia, and Babylon in succession, created the Achaemenid dynasty, and was crowned as the emperor of the entire Taiflin emperor. A magnificent epic! The king of kings! The **** of gods! The sacred declaration, like the wings of the devil, blooms on both sides of the crown surrounded by the flame pattern-authentic! Finally! So many, many years later... ··"

Teflin, flying in the fire of hell, looked extremely solemn and solemn. The pious words gradually choked up, two lines of hot tears overflowed the corners of his scarlet eyes, and in a flash, they were licked into a cloud of white mist by the tongue of flames.

"THE, WORLD!!!"

Before the warchief could react, the half demon opened his arms and howled! This is not a swift and fleeting explosion, but a genuine nine-ring arcane spell, and time is suspended. In his senses, the breeze, the waves, and even the breath and heartbeat of every man and horse, every devil, are like vivid sculptures, frozen in the moment of battle.

The half-magic didn't hesitate, and continued to chant the violent and violent energy-shaping incantation. In the tedious and complicated chant, an arcane fireball completely constructed from the flames of hell, in his hand, gradually gathered and formed. The surface of the evil flame, which is constantly spitting out the tongue of flames, is also fixed by a circle of blue arcane shackles. From a distance, it looks like a huge planet lit by the magic fire and the orbit of a satellite orbiting it.

Within a few seconds of this time stop, the mage chanted four complex spells, and also shaped four flame planets that were bound and fixed by arcane yokes, and placed them around the body of the warchief.

"Then time began to flow."

Painhurs' eyes widened in shock. From his point of view, he was still singing spells in the last second, trying to kill the uninvited guest. In the next second, there were four blazes composed of dark red devil fires. The ball burns blazingly around him! The arcane shackles on them were also licked by the flames, quickly melted and collapsed! One after another huge flame planets quickly twisted and swelled beside him! Inside the surface of the flames, there is an unusually terrifying arcane energy!

The warchief almost subconsciously raised his left hand. The soul of the ghost powder on the golden crown of Nine Demons, under his will, gleamed with a twisted and dim evil light, in the name of the four gods and the eightfold path, Bamang The black star totem of, once absorbed the boundless energy of chaos, centered on the pale warlock, released a circle of lavender enchantment that was enough to suppress thousands of magic, four twisted, expanded, and about to explode flame new stars, in the anti In the magic field, it collapsed and disintegrated instantly.

"Four consecutive delayed bursting fireballs, if they burst out at the same instant, the scale is enough to sweep a small half of the deck-according to intelligence, if the white horse wants to extinguish four fireballs at the same time, the probability of using the anti-magic field is the greatest. "

Seeing that his deliberate offensive failed, the half-devil above the sky smiled without anger. The movements of the samurai warlock were all within his own calculations, and he happened to be caught in his own trap.

After the mage confirmed his enemy, he used the anti-magic field with his own hands to eliminate all his own buffs and suppress all the abilities of strange objects, and then lightly snapped his fingers: under the midday sun, in the shadow of the mast, the dark shadow, suddenly It was like a pool of boiling shadow mud, instantly tumbling and wriggling, like an unclean creature cast from shadow mud.

Before the warchief could react, a thin and terrifying night ghost struggled to crawl out of the boiling shadowy quagmire. His slender hands were completely wrapped in black cloth and wielded a pair of sharp cutlasses. , Slay the pale warlock fiercely!

"clang!!!"

With the addition of the swords and halberds, Painhurs barely blocked the opponent's charge offensive, and even relied on brute force to temporarily force the opponent back. However, the slender ghost that emerged from the shadows was as ethereal as a ghost, and the double knives in his hands were as tyrannical and impermanent as a storm!

After realizing that his power was not dominant, the shadow assassin immediately relied on his superhuman agility to wield two knives against the white horse seven times in a row within six seconds! Like a gorgeous and dangerous dancer, three faint bloodstains were torn apart on the wrist, body, and even face of the white horse.

The two swords of this shadow dancer attacked with all their strength, like a mercury cascading ground, pervasive, terrifying offensive, like a violent storm, the warlock who fought did not have the strength to fight back, not paying attention, a blade that refracted the harsh cold light, and whistling. He wiped his neck, and a faint blood trace was drawn.

Like the mage flying in the sky, this double-knife dancer emerging from the shadows is also a dangerous figure with his own strength.

For an instant, Painhurs thoughts were flying, quickly thinking about the strategy against the enemy. Without the terrifying blessings of the priest’s triple magic, he would definitely not be the opponent of the shadow dancer in front of him, but once he withdrew from the anti-magic The barrier, who knows what kind of back-hands the half-magic sitting on the flames of **** is still preparing in the sky!

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