Chapter 111: The Power of All Demons!

That person had a face as exquisite as a sculpture, and ears as long and slender as wings.

Combined with the wheat-colored skin and the light gray runes printed on the skin, Luo Yan didn't need to think much to guess his identity as a night elf.

Combined with the information provided by the Nightmare Village, it is likely that this person is the overlord of the fourth layer of the labyrinth.

Logically speaking, he should reprimand him for being too late.

But Luo Yan is a high-EQ Demon King, naturally he wouldn't entangle himself in such irrelevant matters, and went straight to the point.

"How many people do you have!"

Tyrell nodded and reported.

"Learning that you and your subordinates were in crisis, my tribe has moved out in full force, over a thousand warriors are all here, at your disposal!"

The reproduction speed of night elves cannot compare to little demons, a tribe has at most a thousand people, Luo Yan didn't feel that this guy would play tricks on him in such matters.

Of course, they still played a trick, choosing to come out to add icing on the cake when he and the Chaos army were both hurt, instead of joining forces with him at the beginning.

But coming is good.

Using soul absorption to quietly steal some magic power from Alakdo, Luo Yan looked at the expressionless Tyrell and nodded majestically, supporting his spirit and saying.

"Very good! You came just in time! Take your tribesmen and shoot them to pieces! Let them know how stupid it is to step into our territory!"

"As you command, Master Demon King."

Tyrell nodded slightly, then raised his head and continued to ask.

"Also, what about those humans?"

Luo Yan raised his chin slightly.

"Those people are our friendly forces."

Tyrell continued in a very light voice.

"I mean... after the war ends."

Those pitch-black eyes carried a hint of meaningful color, making it impossible to see which direction he was probing.

However, Luo Yan did not ponder this guy's thoughts.

It has always been the monsters guessing the Demon King's thoughts, where is the reason for the Demon King to ponder the subordinates? "Of course, send them away from the labyrinth. What this King says, he will do, whether it is a promise to demons or a promise to humans."

Listening to that irresistible voice, Tyrell didn't say anything, just nodded respectfully.

"Yes."

Perhaps because the skin color was dark, the face in the fog couldn't see joy or sorrow, making it impossible to guess whether this loyal vassal was satisfied with this answer.

However, Luo Yan could still faintly feel that he was biased toward appreciation for his answer... at least he didn't hate this decision.

It seems that not only the little demons on the second layer, but also the night elves on the fourth layer are tired of fighting surface humans and need time to recuperate.

And this is exactly what Luo Yan wanted.

Looking at Tyrell who had no more things to report, he coughed lightly and continued with a majestic tone.

"Go and join your tribesmen, that is where you should be, I can handle it here alone."

Tyrell: "As you command, also... please allow me to make an uninvited request from a personal standpoint."

Luo Yan: "Speak."

"Pardon my presumption."

Tyrell stood up respectfully, looking at the chaotic battlefield, pondered for a moment and then continued.

"My two daughters were attracted by your heroic fighting posture. They implore me to let them stay here and fight side by side with you... please satisfy the wish of the two hunters and allow them to follow by your side to learn about war techniques."

As the voice fell, two cloaked figures appeared behind him.

One of them held a slender two-handed staff, with a plump and tall figure, supporting the light green cloak bulgingly.

The other person carried a longbow on her back, with an obsidian magic orb hanging at her waist; her petite figure was on par with Sarah's, and her baggy cloak looked as if it were a hand-me-down from her older sister.

"Helen."

"Shirley!"

For Tyrell's humble rhetoric, Luo Yan thought for a moment and finally didn't refuse.

His current state is indeed not optimistic.

Continuous casting of "Group Dead Resurrection" has severely overdrawn his spirit, whether it is taking medicine or casting spells, he has reached the limit.

Obviously, the other party saw this point, so they tactfully proposed to let their daughters stay to act as his guards.

As for the so-called learning about war techniques, it was just to save his face.

In a sense, his active goodwill can be regarded as recognizing his rule over the labyrinth—the night elves are quite satisfied with the current Demon King and don't want the Netherworld to send a new one.

"Then let them stay here."

"Thank you, Master Demon King, for your fulfillment!" Shirley's eyes were shining, looking eager to try, her right fist "bang" knocked on her flat chest, and she boasted.

"With Shirley here! Even a fly don't think about flying in front of you!"

Compared to the lively sister, the sister on the side was much more cautious, just nodding slightly like her father, and then stepped forward with a serious expression.

"Helen awaits your orders!"

"Leave it to you here, protect our King well."

Ensuring the safety of Master Demon King, Tyrell bowed and disappeared into the shadow of the forest, going to join the tribesmen of the Gray Wind Tribe.

Watching her father's figure disappear under the forest, Shirley couldn't wait to look at Luo Yan, and said with great interest.

"Master Demon King, what are your orders!"

The soul level of the sisters, one is silver, one is steel, as for strength, it's hard to say, it is estimated that there is still a lot of room for improvement.

The soul level determines only the upper limit, not the present.

For the time being, their strength is not needed, Luo Yan maintained a majestic expression.

"When there are orders, I will naturally tell you, now you are responsible for guarding my surroundings."

That eager face suddenly showed a trace of disappointment.

However, she ultimately followed the order like her sister, suppressing her active nature and waiting on the side.

The slaughter on the battlefield is entering a white-hot stage.

Under the support of the rain of arrows from a thousand night elf hunters, the human soldiers on both flanks also began to launch a charge, giving the Chaos Legion a fatal blow.

Especially the knights of the Trident Knights.

Without warhorses, they charged on foot, still forming an unstoppable torrent, slashing fiercely at the right flank of the Chaos Legion like a whistling sickle.

After continuous high-intensity spellcasting, they could still explode with such strong combat power, the knights of Grand Duke Campbell really shouldn't be underestimated.

The troops of both sides were completely entangled together! The balance of victory had just begun to tilt, and the outcome was temporarily undecided.

Just when Shirley was waiting anxiously, the long ears suddenly shook gently like dogtail grass blown by the wind, and in the blink of an eye, the long bow behind her was already pulled in her hand.

"Who!"

Two sharp voices sounded almost at the same time, scaring Sarah, who was walking out of the forest limping, and she stayed in place blankly.

Who are these two guys? Elf?

"It's Sarah! My servant! Put down your weapons," Luo Yan raised his hand to stop the two night elves who were facing a great enemy, and then looked at Sarah and said.

"Hard work, I'll treat you."

Sarah shook her head gently.

"Sarah, it's okay... you, please rest."

As she said this, she bit her lower lip, lowered her head and said.

"Failed to complete the task you entrusted... sorry... that monster is too strong."

Although she said so, the scarred appearance that was almost unable to stand made it impossible to leave her alone.

"Don't say such things, it's good to come back alive."

Saying this, Luo Yan raised his hand to cast a healing spell, and just at this moment, Helen, who had been silent, suddenly stepped forward and said.

"Master Demon King, please leave such a small matter to me."

She could see that this Demon King didn't have much magic power left.

And it wasn't just magic power, the nervous system caused by frequent use of medicine was currently in a state of overheating, I'm afraid it was painful to speak.

However, it was precisely this point that made her feel surprised.

Born in the era of Lei Ji Dragon, she had heard her tribesmen mention the Demon King since she was a child, and their faces were full of fear.

It turns out there are Demon Kings who will sympathize with their subordinates.

It seems that the labyrinth in Lei Ming County is still too rural...

Seeing the Demon King nod, Sarah didn't resist and handed her injured body to Helen for care.

A ray of emerald green light surged from the two-handed staff, and as Helen's slender palm brushed over her injured body.

I saw those shocking wounds healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, like a grassland in spring rain.

Sarah stared at her wounds in surprise, the ears on her head shaking gently, always feeling that the emerald green light was different from the magic cast by Master Demon King.

Luo Yan was also attracted by the emerald green light and said with interest.

"Is this natural magic?"

Unlike wood magic belonging to the elemental system.

Natural magic and dragon language magic both belong to small branches different from the mainstream magic system.

The specific difference is that wood magic, like other elemental magic, is essentially transforming extraordinary power into things that look like wood, and can be used without borrowing objective things existing in the natural world.

Natural magic is different.

It is more about awakening the power of nature itself, such as accelerating the growth of plants, such as calling for rain from the clouds, such as calling for thunder and lightning from the rain, such as talking to other creatures in the natural world... these spells must be based on existing objective things in the natural world.

Including healing spells.

Earth magic and wood magic both use elemental power to fill wounds, and then let them be assimilated into flesh and blood by the human body.

Natural healing spells use the body's own recovery ability to let the injured parts and even broken limbs grow back again.

"Yes, my lord."

Helen, who finished casting the spell, brushed the long hair falling on her shoulders behind her, her voice respectful and cautious.

"Although we were exiled from the holy land of the Tree of Yggdrasil, the merciful Mother Tree did not deprive us of the ability to use natural power. In the era of Lei Ji Dragon, we were called 'Hunters in the Forest', and were best at fighting in the forest."

Luo Yan could feel that she didn't like this name, so he said with a smile.

"How about the name 'Demon King's Gardener'."

Helen was stunned for a moment.

"I think... it doesn't sound bad, but we are not good at gardening."

"Hahaha, then let's call it Demon King's Ranger." Luo Yan made a joke casually, and by the way, noted the temperament of the Gray Wind Tribe.

As the patriarch's daughter, what she heard and saw on weekdays also largely reflected the mainstream spirit of the entire ethnic group.

Looking at Sarah whose wounds had recovered, Shirley, who had been curiously observing her for a long time, finally couldn't help but lean over, reached out and touched her ears, and picked up a strand of hair and smelled it closely.

"Non-stinky orc? Black hair? Really rare, is your name Sarah?"

Being made very embarrassed by this guy's behavior lacking boundaries, Sarah showed an embarrassed expression and looked at the Demon King for help.

Helen glared at her sister fiercely.

"Shirley!"

Shirley, who was reprimanded, stuck out her tongue, although unconvinced, she still lowered her head.

"Sorry!"

"It's okay..."

Sarah shrank back a bit awkwardly, saying uneasily.

"Sarah, is a Demon-human... not an orc."

"Demon-human!"

Shirley's eyes flickered, and she wanted to lean over again, but this time she was pressed down by her sister.

Luo Yan noticed that Alakdo rarely didn't laugh "how rude," but stood stiffly in place.

Heard that night elves eat everything, including insects.

It seems that "Hunters in the Forest" is not blown out, even the cave spiders were suppressed by this bloodline to the point of not daring to breathe.

But this guy shutting up is just right.

Luo Yan closed his eyes, focusing on meditation, slowly recovering the nerves burned by the overloaded magic power and the body backlashed by the magic potion.

Thanks to the blessing of Dragon Blood.

He found that his injuries recovered faster than imagined, the damage that originally needed two or three days to adjust actually recovered quite a bit in just a moment.

Give him a little more time, he could even squeeze another group dead resurrection out! "Hearing You You, don't let that group of players resurrect for now... I feel like they can still be used."

In the sea of consciousness, Hearing You You, who was floating around the stone tablet like a ghost, said with a wry smile.

"Master Demon King, you should still pay attention to your body, Hearing You You is worried that if this continues... you will break before your players."

Before Luo Yan could refute, Hearing You You immediately advised.

"And, and, skeleton soldiers who have been resurrected several times break at a touch, I let them rush over immediately after resurrection is the same... at most consume a little faith power."

"Fine..."

Seeing that Hearing You You said so, Luo Yan didn't refuse anymore.

But to be honest, it still takes a lot of time to rush from the North Peak Mine to here, maybe the battle is already over by the time those players come back.

With the rain of arrows from the night elves constantly splashing, the last Nightmare Wanderer also crashed on the edge of the battlefield, and the distant shouting had gradually become hoarse.

One skeleton soldier after another charged while bathing in the rain of arrows.

This time it was the players from the Graveyard who ignored "friendly fire" and chased and killed the Heart-Eaters who were shot into hedgehogs.

Looking at the sea of skeletons charging in the rain of arrows, Long Xing Wan Li, who had a cross-shaped wound on his body, said with envy.

"Damn—I kind of regret choosing a lizardman."

Skeleton soldiers are still cool! He was tattered, and at this moment he felt strenuous even picking up the harpoon.

Thinking so, Long Xing Wan Li looked at Ye Zhiqiu who was entangled with the Heart-Eaters in the rain of arrows.

Just when he was joining in the fun of brushing the BOSS, this guy had already killed I don't know how many—the experience points were afraid of being eaten full.

It should be said, worthy of being the strong man he recognized.

I'm afraid this brother had long expected this situation, so he insisted on playing the skeleton soldier with the highest fit with the Graveyard.

Just as the two players were talking, a thunderous roar suddenly came from afar.

I saw the Cyclops, who was originally just standing in the distance to watch, suddenly went crazy, like a mountain moving on flat ground, swinging heavy steps and rushing toward the night elf troop that was venting the rain of arrows, as if to trample them into pieces.

"Ouch woo—!"

I saw the towering giant beast holding one hand in front of his face, blocking the fragile single eye, and the other hand pulled up the withered tree more than ten meters high from the roots, waving it in his hand like a baseball bat, flying wantonly in front of him!

One after another, towering dead trees were knocked crooked by his knees, and the pouring rain of arrows sprinkled on him like scratching an itch, unable to break his defense at all.

Faced with this Cyclops who went crazy, Tyrell commanded the troops to retreat calmly, while pulling out a golden arrow passed down from his ancestors from the quiver behind his back.

This arrow—

Enough to shoot through the mountain!

Just as he was about to pull the bowstring, a huge magic fluctuation suddenly set off in the forest, attracting his attention.

Different from the ritual of Chaos—

That is pure magic energy without any mental energy pollution! Feeling that surging energy, a trace of astonishment flashed in Tyrell's eyes, and he actually missed the opportunity to shoot because of distraction. Having missed the attack window, he didn't fight, decisively put away the bow and arrow in his hand, and leaped toward the treetops more than ten meters behind him.

The whistling club smashed into the position where he stood before, leaving a deep scar on the earth, and the shock wave set off by the brute force blew the branches more than ten meters away!

However, even so.

This brute force was still a bit weak compared to the magic energy fluctuation he captured earlier! "Buzz—!"

A ghost-green light suddenly pierced through the heavy red mist, and the harsh buzzing sound seemed to make the whole world lose its sound! Tyrell widened his eyes in astonishment, only to see that the Cyclops' chest seemed to have been pierced by something, leaving only a giant hole.

That is—

What thing?!

The Cyclops was obviously stunned, looking down at his chest, until the blood surged out uncontrollably, did he let out a terrified wail.

"Woo—!"

"No!!!"

Looking at the Cyclops kneeling on the ground, the color of despair finally printed on Meier's crazy face—that despair was not just his, but also belonged to the god standing behind him.

At the same time, the forest hundreds of meters away.

A four-legged steel beast was looking at the direction where the giant fell, the red-hot barrel on its back making a hissing buzzing sound.

That strange shape seemed not to belong to this world—however, it was indeed the crystallization of the inscription technology of this world.

"Hit! Hit!"

The Mole-man operator in the cockpit let out a surprised scream, dancing with excitement, but the fat palm slapped on the console, almost turning the machine over in joy.

"Well done!!!"

Zheng Fangxing, who was lying on the battlefield with only half his body left, let out an excited roar, and finally took his last breath and reincarnated.

Yikou, who drank the chemical pool, seized the opportunity while he passed away and shouted loudly.

"I Think Magic Workshop is awesome!!!"

Hearing this guy's shout, the players who were looking up at the sky were all shocked, and pairs of gazes looked at him one after another.

Knowledge Learning Explosion: "Damn?! Brother!"

Roast Lamb Skewer: "You made that thing!?"

Pay attention next time: "6666!"

Faced with everyone's flattery, Yikou, who drank the chemical pool, didn't feel ashamed, and didn't explain, his two taels of ribs in front of him puffed out.

"Our model participated in the experiment!"

Knowledge Learning Explosion: "Awesome!!!!"

With the death of the Cyclops, the Chaos Legion had lost its last glimmer of hope for victory.

The remaining Heart-Eaters were either shot and killed in the jungle by the night elves' arrows, or chased by the players and stabbed into sieves with random knives.

Seeming to have foreseen its failure, the blood-colored beam connecting the ground and the dome began to tremble uneasily.

The giant head that had already probed halfway out of the rift also began to hesitate and retreat, no longer probing out.

The ritual succeeded.

But it also failed.

Maybe the time hasn't come yet...

The thousands of faces floating in the mist were full of disappointment, they were like paper masks that had entered the water, growing wrinkled blisters.

At the same time, the desperate whisper surrounded Meier White, and as the power of Chaos gradually faded, his burly and strange body also slowly shrank.

"You broke your promise."

"I am very disappointed."

"It seems you are not the right candidate..."

"Farewell."

Listening to the disappointed whisper, Meier's expression twisted in pain, three hands holding the head that seemed about to explode.

"No—please give me another chance!"

That muttering whisper didn't respond to his call, but disappeared into the rift coiling with red light along with the indescribable thick fog.

The Gate of Truth was closing to him, and the paradise he built with all his heart was disintegrating! Unable to sit and watch this happen, Meier, who was rotting, cast his hateful gaze toward the culprit deep in the thick fog.

That Demon King...

If he killed him and offered his soul as a sacrifice! I think that door would definitely open again, and Lord Nuoweier would definitely cast an appreciative gaze at himself again!

That rotting body suddenly stopped cracking and expanded a circle as if returning to light.

Scarlet energy was drawn from the fog, and while being sucked away by the gradually closing rift, it was also sucked into the body by his soul.

Feeling the surging power pouring into his body, Meier White felt unprecedentedly strong and joyful.

Sure enough—

The Mist of Deception responded to his prayer! As long as he killed that guy, the Gate of Truth would open again, and the Kingdom of Heaven would once again descend upon this decaying land!

"Ah ah ah—!"

With that painful roar, black-red aura gradually coiled around Meier, and the fourth arm he lost actually grew back! "Stop! Meier White! Think about your oath! And those people you swore to protect! Have you forgotten them all?!"

Looking at Knight Commander Meier, who was emitting terrifying evil energy all over, Charles stepped forward, trying to persuade this former superior to turn back.

However, that guy couldn't hear any other sounds anymore.

Filled with that crazy whispering sound, he only had one thought in his mind at this moment—

That is to kill!

The tentacles bent to the extreme erupted, and Meier Knight Commander, flying close to the ground, was like a whistling cannonball, breaking through a distance of hundreds of meters in a moment, rushing straight toward the man riding on the back of the cave spider.

"Master Demon King, be careful!!!"

Hearing Hearing You You's urgent reminder, Luo Yan opened his eyes abruptly, immediately locking onto the figure leaping over! That power that didn't belong to this world could no longer measure his level by the standards of this world! "Go to hell!!!"

However, that guy could no longer hear any other sounds.

"Master Demon King, please step back!"

"Leave it to us!"

Without a word of nonsense, Helen and Shirley stepped forward in unison, protecting the Demon King riding on the back of the cave spider behind them.

The former waved

Hearing You You's urgent cry of warning, Luo Yan, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes wide and immediately locked onto that figure leaping over! That power, which did not belong to this world, could no longer be measured by the standards of this world! "Go to hell!!!"

The roaring Mei Er was like a monster flying close to the ground, his four extended arms each gripping scavenged weapons—among them were swords, spears, battle-axes, and long halberds! He brandished those miscellaneous weapons wildly in his hands; the players blocking his path were either smashed to pieces or sent flying!

"Lord Demon King, please step back!"

"Leave this to us!"

Without a word of unnecessary chatter, Helen and Xue Li stepped forward in unison, shielding the Demon King, who was riding the cave spider, behind them.

The former chanted a spell while brandishing her dual staves, summoning several vines over ten meters long in the span of a single breath to lash out at the octopus knight! The latter threw a pitch-black magic orb to float beside her, and while chanting, she quickly pulled her bowstring, coordinating with her sister's vines lashing at the earth to unleash a round of arrow rain imbued with magic light forward! The extraordinary power displayed by the two at this moment undoubtedly reached the threshold of refined steel, and their combat and hunting experience were also top-tier among the Gray Wind Tribe.

Yet even so, the strength they displayed was still inferior by more than a little in the face of Knight Commander Mei Er's destructive power! The whistling vines were easily severed, and the arrow rain shining with magic light was even deflected by the chaos energy swirling around his body.

"Die!"

Mei Er roared and swung the battle-axe in his hand; the black-red aura condensed into a blade that was as good as physical, slashing toward Xue Li with a pressure that tore through space.

"Ah!"

Xue Li, holding her bow and arrow, was just about to dodge when she found that her feet felt as if they had been filled with lead, gripped by an invisible giant hand!

Her eyes widened instantly.

Is this necromancy?! No—

The aura emitted by that magic light was undoubtedly still the aura of chaos, only the way it was used had very obvious traces of imitation.

"Watch out!"

Seeing her younger sister standing motionless, Helen was startled. She swung her dual staves violently to the side, knocking Xue Li away into the woods on one side!

The chaos blade wreathed in black-red light slammed solidly into the spot where she had previously stood; the shockwave of the explosion tore up a patch of ground five or six meters wide! Xue Li, having crashed into a tree, coughed up a mouthful of blood. Looking at the direction hit by that chaos blade, her wheat-colored face turned slightly pale.

Although breaking a few ribs was inevitable, it was still better than being split by that thing.

With no time to check on her sister's condition, Helen stared fixedly at the Chaos Chosen who had rushed to close range, using the tips of her staves to guide the vines in an attempt to block his trajectory.

However, in front of that axe blade wreathed in chaos power, the vines she released were all shredded, failing to block his momentum as he charged forward.

Luo Yan did not sit and wait for death; the Soul Extraction held in his palm was ready to go, and his magic wand, shining with a ghostly green light, thrust forward at the same time.

"Netherfire!"

The excruciating pain of flames burning traveled through his entire nervous system, pouring into a ghostly-colored inferno in front of him.

That cold and penetrating flame was like the breath of a nether dragon, spreading out in a fan-shaped area toward Mei Er!

Struck in the face by that ghostly flame, Mei Er felt as if he had rushed into a pool of cold water; despite there not being a hint of scorching heat, it felt as if every cell in his body had been ignited.

However—

Expecting to defeat the great power bestowed upon him by the gods with just this little trick was too naive! A ferocious look appeared on Mei Er's face. The tentacles beneath him moved rapidly, straight through the burning area. While splitting a cat-person blocking his path with a sword, he raised his long halberd and thrust it straight at Luo Yan, who was riding on the back of the giant spider.

"Go repent in the abyss! Demon!"

Seeing that whistling cold light about to touch the Demon King's nose, the foolish Arakto couldn't make a defense in time, and Sarah, whose body was as sluggish as if filled with lead, had a look of despair on her face.

Yet just at this moment, a flash of brilliant red light struck the long halberd thrusting toward the Demon King like lightning descending from the sky! "Clang—!"

The vibration transmitted through the web between his thumb and index finger startled Mei Er.

Especially when he saw that figure floating in front of the Demon King, his bloodshot pupils shrank to a point.

The white western-style dress trimmed with red ribbons rustled in the surging gale, and beneath that blood-red long hair was a pair of eerie red pupils.

That demon, less than three feet tall, held three cross-shaped short swords in each hand.

The hilts were clamped between her tightly clenched fingers, crossed in front of her chest like a bat's sharp claws, barely blocking the spear tip and hook-sickle thrusting toward the Demon King!

A demon—

It really appeared!

Looking at those ugly demon wings and tail, a grim smile appeared on Mei Er's face. With his chaos power circulating throughout his body, he was about to tear this meddlesome little demon and the Demon King into pieces! However, a scene that left him stunned occurred.

No matter how he mobilized all his chaos power to gather at the spear tip, that figure standing before the long halberd in his hand remained motionless! A surging, torrential magic power poured out continuously from those slender arms, for a moment actually overpowering the power bestowed upon him by the Mist of Deception, Novell!

How is this possible!

Mei Er widened his eyes in disbelief, his pupils filled with astonishment.

How could the power of a mortal contend with a god—

Even if it is a demon!

At this moment, thousands of bats suddenly soared into the air from the woods, and the little demons flapping their wings connected into a sheet in the sky.

"Go! Great King!!"

"Tear him apart! Tear him apart!"

"Ooh ooh ooh ooh! The Great King is still quite capable!"

Looking at Queen Cici riding on the Demon King's face, the excited You Xi covered her flushed face with her gap-toothed fingers, emitting strange screams.

Only Mixi was trembling alone, her legs clamped tight, wearing a "I'm dead" ghost-like expression on her face.

But even at this critical juncture where everything was about to end, she, loyal and devoted, still didn't drop the ball, contributing her share of strength to the Great King without reservation.

That was not some great power from a god—

But from the little demons!

Looking at the magic energy crisscrossing in the air like a giant web, the astonishment written on Mei Er's face finally turned into fear.

So that's how it is—

Joint spellcasting!

To be precise, that was actually not the "joint spellcasting" he understood, but the magic sharing frequently used by little demons.

With their small brains, they couldn't remember too many troublesome spells and were easily impacted by mental magic.

Thus, in the long wars, they honed a set of combat methods exclusive to little demons—

That is, to pick the "biggest one" from the collective and let that respected and big Great King cast magic for them! To use magic sharing, one must make their mental power reach a nearly identical frequency, and the more complex a creature's mind is, the harder it is to form resonance.

It is precisely because of this that "magic sharing" has almost become the secret technique of little demons whose brains are somewhere between functional and dysfunctional! Usually, it only works for little demons from the same nest.

And the higher the morale, the better it works! And in this kind of winning situation, there is obviously no problem of low morale!

Intoxicated by the cheering and shouting of her clansmen, Cici only felt her body filled with inexhaustible power, her eerie red pupils emitting a majestic light! At this moment, the long halberd pressing against her sword peak was as light as a foxtail grass, and that big guy covered in tentacles beneath her was even more insignificant, like a slimy snail.

"Hehe..."

Weak! Truly too weak! She just exerted a little force, and that "toothpick" clamped between her sword bones began to tremble, emitting a groan of being unable to bear the weight.

Looking down at the ant that was increasingly unable to hold on, Queen Cici's tail curled gently, bypassing the Demon King's chest to steady him on the back of the cave spider, then she flapped her wings and stood up to swing the sharp blade in her hand.

The sharp blade, turning into afterimages, left two crisscrossing claw marks in the air; the long halberd in Mei Er's hand instantly shattered, turning into fragmented debris that scattered and splashed! Looking down at that face twisted by pain and trembling, her bright red lips curled into a grim smile.

"Daring to touch my Demon King—"

"You have quite some nerve, you guy!"

I'll try to post longer chapters in the future.

(End of chapter)