Chapter 1683: The Boys From Earth

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"Alas~"

Among the three superior demons, the dark demon Mammon sighed, his eyes full of disappointment. Due to rules and oaths, Mammon cannot reveal any information about Demon Flame to Prince Night Blade.

It's just that even though the magic flame is very strong, Ye Ren is too reckless. He directly launched a general attack without knowing the enemy's reality.

The three demons with God's perspective, and countless audiences. In fact, when he saw Prince Night Blade's entire army attacking, he had already judged his fate.

His Royal Highness Demon Flame's real military strength is more than twice as strong as Night Blade, and the defender is still calculating and unintentional. Heck, he will lose.

"Boy Demon Flame is so despicable. He not only hides his military strength." A certain Night Demon clan noble audience roared angrily, "He even keeps arranging tricks to lure and force His Highness Night Blade to launch an attack."

"Fart." The audience of the Purgatory Demon Clan sneered and retorted, "This is clearly our Highness Demon Flame who is both wise and brave, and extremely wise. That night blade boy of yours is just the son of the Great Demon King, but he dares to call you His Highness, how can he be compared with our Highness?" Compare?"

"Haha~" Satan Demon God said with a proud smile, "My son, Demon Flame, will definitely win this battle." He was in such a good mood. He had participated in the Hell Conference countless times, but only this time, let He was in such a state of ups and downs.

"Hmph~ This kid is not old, but he is very cunning and ruthless." The Dark Demon God Mammon said very unhappy, "Satan, which race are you the son of? Your behavior style is completely different from that of your purgatory demon clan, no Isn’t it your biological child?”

"Haha, what a fart on you." Satanic Demon God smiled and retorted, "I have lived a long time, and I won't even recognize my own bloodline. My son Moyan's bloodline is extremely pure, and he looks younger than me. They are exactly the same as before. Look at those mighty wings, majestic devil horns, and domineering body. The more you look at them, the more they look like each other."

The Satanic Demon God not only looks more and more like him, but also likes him more and more. This is the most precious gift given to him by the Mother Goddess of Hell.

Mo Yan, his son, is even more outstanding than he imagined. The important task of unifying hell in the future will probably fall on his shoulders.

"Haha, if your son wants to win, I'm afraid there are still some variables." The fallen demon Samael, who had been silent all this time, sneered, "Look where Asmode is?"

"What?"

The Satanic Demon was startled and focused his attention on Asmodeus. Sure enough, Asmod's army, which was "trapped" in the sandstorm, had quietly approached dozens of miles away from the Demon Flame Camp.

A mere few dozen miles away, for Asmod's army, they can reach it with just one charge.

In other words, Asmodeus can enter the battlefield at any time and combine with Prince Night Blade's army to attack the Demon Flame.

"This kid is quite cunning." The Satanic Demon looked very unhappy.

Once Asmodeus enters the battlefield now, it will probably put great pressure on the Demon Flame. When this battle goes to the end, no one can guarantee who will win or lose.

at the same time.

Asmodeus, who was riding on a nightmare beast, listened to the report of Desia, the undead assassin under his command, with a very solemn expression.

"Boss, that son of the Demon Flame is really very cunning." Fallen Angel Sophia grew angrier as she listened, "He is too good at hiding. He is obviously so powerful in general, but he still has to pretend. No, we must launch an attack immediately. Once it's night, The Blade Prince team has been eliminated, and it will be our turn next.”

Asmodeus frowned slightly: "Something is wrong, something is really wrong. The overall strength of Demon Flame is much stronger than either of our two parties. But it is weaker than the teams of Prince Night Blade and I combined. It stands to reason that the other side will try their best to delay our army."

"Why wasn't there a delay!?" Sophia snorted, "Didn't the other party send Elsa to try to confuse us and prevent us from entering?"

Several other generals also admonished: "Chief, what are you still hesitating about? The longer the time drags on, the worse it will be for us. Prince Night Blade's team has only more than 700 people left. Once Night Blade The prince is defeated and we have no choice but to flee for our lives.”

"Send the order, attack." Asmodeus is also a very decisive person, knowing that the opportunity is fleeting.

At this extremely critical moment, even if it is delayed for only a quarter of an hour, the final battle situation will be completely different.

Then Asmodeus gave an order, and his army took action instantly.

Among them, one hundred giant heavily armored zombie demons took the lead and rushed towards Wang Yan's position with huge steps. Each heavily armored corpse demon has a body as big as a hill, holding a giant shield in one hand and a giant mace in the other.

The heavily armored corpse demon is one of the main combat arms of the Fallen Demon Realm. Its body and bones have been tempered by the aura of death for a long time, and it is not afraid of swords, guns, or magic. Most importantly, they have no pain, fear or other negative emotions.

And they are extremely large. The Purgatory Demons can be considered a tall and burly race, but compared with the Heavy Corpse Demons, they feel as thin as a dwarf.

Even the ogre, which has also developed in the direction of body shape, is just a short and fat man in front of the heavily armored corpse demon.

It can be seen that once a group of corpse demons is formed to charge, all races and soldiers will retreat.

It stands to reason that in this kind of quicksand area, the heavily armored zombie demon is also restricted by the terrain, and will fall into the quicksand when running. However, there are still a hundred lichs in Asmodeus's team.

The lich's body is very fragile, but each of them is a wise magic master, especially in the undead magic, where they have profound attainments.

The liches are dressed very gorgeously, each wearing a death crown that matches their status, holding a bone wand, and with a wave of their hands, the quicksand ground is covered with countless dry bones.

More than a hundred liches floated above the heavy corpse demons, casting spells at the same time, and the energy fluctuations in the sky were as terrifying as the end of the world.

Under the feet of the giant heavy corpse demon, a skeleton road that continued to spread and grow appeared. Every step of those heavy corpse demons was a loud bang, carrying their majestic bodies while exploding bones flying all over the sky.

At the same time, hundreds of skeleton soldiers followed closely behind, they were small in size and fast in speed.

Don't underestimate these skeleton soldiers.

These are not the skeletons summoned by the almost extinct necromancers on Earth. In fact, they are all real undead life, and under the law of death, they can practice and evolve.

Although most of those skeleton demon soldiers are half-step S-level, there are also some legendary skeleton warriors with special images and strong aura.

This skeleton demon army alone, once entering the Earth plane, will definitely cause a huge catastrophe, and it is not a problem to massacre cities and destroy countries.

On the left wing of the heavy corpse demon, there are one hundred fallen angels. They are fully armored and have at least a set of secondary holy weapons. Most of those legendary fallen angel warriors have their own holy weapons.

Compared with corpse demons, skeleton demon soldiers, liches, dark elves and other undead creatures, fallen angels are the real masters of the fallen demon domain. They are powerful and have extraordinary potential, and are no less than the purgatory demons.

The only thing lacking is quantity. In the entire hell world, the number of fallen angels is far inferior to that of the purgatory demons, and even inferior to the night demons.

On the right wing of the heavy corpse demon, there is a group of skeleton dragons flying in the sky. They all use the bodies of the dragons and transform them into powerful combat troops through the Holy Tree of Death.

Each skeleton dragon is a legendary force. And here, there are fifty skeleton dragons. They are much larger than the lion scorpion beasts, and they are as dark as a dark cloud.

This team is so strong that it can even confront some hell cities head-on.

The momentum is domineering and the rage is overwhelming.

At the same time.

In Wang Yan's tent.

When they learned that Asmodeus' army was charging towards the position, everyone was not nervous at all. Especially Wang Yan, with a relaxed expression, said: "It seems that Asmodeus is smarter and more cautious than expected. The timing of entering the battlefield is earlier than I thought."

"Is it time for me to take action?" The Desert Emperor laughed coldly, "I'm almost bored to death."

"Wait a little longer." Camus said seriously, "Wait until they get closer, and closer. But now, we can let go and deal with Prince Nightblade. Soldiers from Earth, please take action to capture Prince Nightblade."

"Hehe~ Amitabha, I have been annoyed with Nightblade for a long time." Wu Bujie solemnly chanted the Buddha's name and said, "A mere demon is more handsome than me. Let's see how I can subdue the demon."

After that, Wu Bujie rushed out like a fighting Buddha, with a golden light shield all over his body.

"How can I, the little Heavenly Master, be missing in the fight to slay demons?" Zhang Weidao took a step forward and appeared in the air above the battlefield as if the earth had shrunk into an inch. He had already grasped a handful of azure talismans in his hand, and threw them into the sky, chanting a spell, "The four heavenly generals will obey my orders and send down thunder to subdue demons."

The azure talismans floated in the sky, and a sizzling electric current suddenly burst out. The electric currents connected together and then continued to expand to form a huge lightning ball.

"Boom boom boom!" One after another "thunder" bombarded the trapped Prince Ye Ren.

Looking at a single thunder, the power seemed ordinary, just equivalent to the full force of a half-step S-level master. However, there were so many thunders, so dense that even a demigod-level master would feel his scalp explode when he saw them.

The speed of thunders was extremely fast, and thunders always contained the attribute of breaking demons.

Prince Ye Ren was hit by more than a dozen thunders in succession, and the dark magic energy that was condensed like substance around him continued to ripple, as if it was about to break. He suddenly became nervous.

He couldn't fight any more.

Retreat, retreat~

The only way to save his life now was to retreat.

"Roar!"

Prince Nightblade roared, and the rich and majestic dark magic in his body shrank violently, almost condensing into a tiny dot. In a flash, that tiny dot quickly expanded and expanded.

Like a black shock wave, it spread in all directions.

Wherever it passed, the space was distorted and shattered, revealing the true face of the four-dimensional space without light. The shock wave wrapped in space debris seemed to be more powerful. Wherever it passed, even the legendary heavy-armored ogres in the shield defense state were like a small boat in a storm, flying backwards one after another.

The sub-sacred giant shield in his hand also cracked with a crackling sound.

"Hey, I underestimated Night Blade." Wang Yan couldn't help but praise, "This move is quite powerful. If our ogres were not heavily armed and had to rely on their bodies to resist, more than half of them would have been lost."

"Humph!"

The Desert Emperor's face became more serious, but he said with disdain, "I guess it's just a desperate move. In the desert, he is definitely not my opponent."

In fact, this sentence also exposed the true thoughts of the Desert Emperor. If he had not fought against Prince Nightblade in the desert environment, he would not have been sure who would win or lose.

After all, he underestimated the demigod-level strongmen in the hell world.

After launching this move, Prince Nightblade, who was surrounded by all, turned pale, swallowed a mouthful of blood secretly, and immediately flapped his wings and flew into the air, ready to escape from the battlefield.

Although the power of the move just now was fierce, the price he paid was not small.

If he was trapped in a battlefield dominated by ogres, he would sooner or later be exhausted and chopped into pieces by the ogres. Damn Moyan boy, where did he recruit so many legendary ogres?

Especially the most powerful ones, they are already at the peak of the legendary level.

Unexpectedly, when Prince Ye Ren had just flown a hundred meters high, he heard a loud shout: "Amitabha, please stay, Mr. Ye Ren."

A bald monk, his body continued to expand, his muscles, bones and skin all turned golden, and a translucent golden energy shield condensed around his body.

On the energy arc shield wall, there were countless Buddhist scriptures flowing endlessly like substance.

It seems that Wu Bujie's Vajra Dharmakaya has been cultivated to an extremely high level, and is stronger than the contemporary ascetic monk abbot of Prajna Temple.

"Boom!"

Wu Bujie punched Prince Ye Ren, and the golden Buddha light energy and dark energy intertwined and collided, stirring up an extremely violent shock wave. Some harpy banshees with insufficient strength in the distance were shocked and retreated with a cry.

After all, Wu Bujie was facing a demigod-level demon king, and he could not withstand the counterattack of this energy shock wave. His body flew back a hundred meters, and blood overflowed from his mouth.

However, Prince Yeren was no better off than him. He flew back seven or eight meters. The blood that he had suppressed by himself finally spurted out. There was inexplicable horror in his eyes. Where did this monster come from?

The power of that punch was so strong, so destructive.

No wonder, the ascetic monks of Prajna Temple have cultivated all their skills on their bodies. They focus on constantly developing their physical potential. Fighting is all about punching and kicking, and rarely using external objects.

When his cultivation strength reaches the level of the Five Unprecepts, his body is the strongest weapon, and the holy relics in his body are the most powerful energy supply point. If he dies in meditation, his golden body will not decay for hundreds or thousands of years.

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