All-Professional Master of Darkness

"Why haven't they taken action yet?"

Ice Fist Tok saw Gilleb and Lan Wu confronting each other in the distance through the gap in the jungle. There was no real life and death fight, and he seemed a little anxious. This situation is a bit strange.

"Could it be that it will conspire with the benefactor to deal with us?" Ismail, the evil hand, smiled conspiratorially, with a look of indifference.

Ismail is confident. Demons and humans are basically mortal enemies. With an absolute advantage, neither humans nor demons can make peace with each other. No matter how desperate the benefactor was, how could Gilleb, the Finger of Fire, let go of this opportunity?

At this time, Gilleb and Lanwu moved. I saw a flash of fire on the ground, and the nine-headed sea snake broke out of the ground, several heads puffing and spitting fire bombs like machine guns. In an instant, at least fifty fire bombs crisscrossed and formed a large net to cover Lan Wu.

"Look, they've started." Ismail smiled conspiratorially, looking confident.

"Hehe." Ice Fist Tok laughed, appreciating the battle over there with satisfaction.

When the fire bombs came, Lan Wu didn't panic and just teleported out of the big net woven by the fire bombs. Just as he revealed himself, a fireball shot out from the top of the giant war staff with a bang.

It was just a fireball, but Gilleb obviously didn't take it to heart. It didn't even move a step, it just turned sideways and dodged the incoming fireball. For a time, the two sides were fighting back and forth, and the battle was evenly matched. Fire bombs and fireballs flew across the battlefield, accidentally injuring many undead skinners.

"Stupid guy, why don't you let those immortal skinners haunt him." Ismail smiled contemptuously, with great contempt.

If it were him, relying on the number of immortal skinners, there would be no place for that divine benefactor to stay. But what does it matter? The longer it goes on, the more depleted the benefactor and Gilleb will be. Then going out to pick peaches will become much easier and more enjoyable.

Glancing secretly at the excited Ice Fist Tok, Ismail inadvertently had a faint sneer on his lips. Stupid guy, after getting rid of Gilleb, it's your turn next. There are only four demon kings. One more competitor means one less sure thing. You'd better all die. Only Ishmael, the great evil hand, is worthy of ascending the throne of the Demon King.

Ismail's calculation was very thorough. Ice Fist Tok has a simple mind and only possesses brute strength. It's just right to win over it and join forces to deal with Gilleb, the Finger of Fire. After getting rid of Gilleb, the big worry in his heart, it will be easier to take advantage of this stupid bull.

More than half an hour passed before I knew it. The battlefield became a mess. The fire bombs spewed by the nine-headed sea serpent summoned by Gilleb are quite powerful. When a fire bomb went down, a large crater with a diameter of more than one meter immediately appeared on the ground. The fireballs fired by Lan Wu are equally powerful.

With the addition of level 35 fireballs, level 35 fire bombs and meteorites, the damage has reached a very high level. When a fireball went down, a deep pit with a diameter of more than three meters immediately appeared on the ground, which was comparable to a large-caliber grenade.

The battlefield became bumpy, but it failed to cause any trouble to both sides. Gilleb is experienced and can dodge incoming fireballs in just a few steps. Lan Wu, on the other hand, seemed to be even more skillful with his teleportation up to level 35. He never even took a step, flickering on the battlefield like a ghost. He stole the air and smashed out a meteorite to harvest a bunch of magic energy.

"Ismail, I feel like something is wrong." Ice Fist Tok scratched his head with confusion on his face. After watching the battle for so long, it admitted that the benefactor was indeed as slippery as a loach. But Gilleb's performance seems to be substandard. Just like that time just now.

The timing of the appearance of the nine-headed sea snake was quite good, just a few meters behind Lan Wu. But if he could endure it temporarily and let the undead skinner force him to teleport, it would definitely be more appropriate to wait for an opportunity to summon him at that time. Is the Finger of Fire still unsure of the rules of mage teleportation?

There are many similar situations. Although Ice Fist Tok likes to use brute force to solve problems, he is an old ghost with thousands of years of experience after all, and his experience is no less than that of Ismail and Gilleb. Gilleb's behavior immediately made him suspicious.

"Don't worry, it's normal." Ismail was not surprised and said with a calm smile: "Gileb is scared. I'm afraid it saw our plan and had to be vigilant. But it has no other choice. . If this operation to capture the Divine Grace fails, will Lord Diavolo let it go?"

"Yes, it's all caused by it." Ice Fist Tok laughed loudly, with a proud look on his face. Fortunately, Gilleb was greedy for merit and was given this perfect opportunity. If we continue to cooperate as before, if the action fails, we will inevitably be implicated. But now...it feels good to have a scapegoat to back me up.

Before I knew it, it was getting dark. After nightfall, the two sides were still fighting fiercely, and it was obvious that they had fired a real fire. Countless fire bombs and fireballs ravaged the battlefield, illuminating a radius of several hundred meters like daylight.

Fortunately, both parties are fire-type. If he switched to other departments, I'm afraid Lan Wu would suffer a hidden loss. Humans are inherently less adept at night fighting than demons. The night belongs entirely to the devil.

"Let's start our plan." Gilleb couldn't hold himself back. This fight lasted a whole day. In nearly ten hours, at least one hundred thousand undead skinners died at the hands of Lan Wu. This is my future team.

"Wait a little longer. Otherwise, those two Hundan will find out that we are acting... I don't care, but you..." Lan Wu continued to lobby without giving up. The seventh small amulet has been charged. The eighth small amulet is almost full. Although the short period of ten hours was not as good as the time when he met the complete body governor Riel, it was still enough to satisfy him. He wished he could continue the act until all fifteen little amulets were filled with evil energy.

"They're not that smart." Gilleb became a little angry and even said unscrupulously: "Ten hours of fake fighting, they can't see that we are acting for them. As long as you and I both lose, they will definitely take the bait. "

"No, you underestimated those two souls." Lan Wu solemnly warned: "Only sufficient foreplay will make it easier for people to fall into traps. Wait three... no, four hours, and they will definitely be trapped by that time. They don't think that we are deliberately pretending to plot against them. They just think that I, a human being, have run out of energy, so I am determined to die and lose both sides with you. You might as well think about it, if it were you, you would jump out rashly now. Picking peaches?”

Lan Wu was good at tempting and kept deceiving. Perhaps it was something personal, so Gilleb was doubtful and hesitated. After thinking about it carefully, Lan Wu was right. Until now, they are still on par. If a lose-lose situation suddenly arises, I will really hesitate and wonder if the other party is plotting against me.

"Okay, I promise you. But the performance will last for two hours at most." Gilleb gritted his teeth and agreed. Isn't it just two hours? I can afford to wait.

Two hours passed quickly. Lan Wu quickly winked at Gilleb, raised the giant battle staff and teleported a few meters in front of Gilleb, sending out a meteorite.

At the same time, there was a flash of fire on the ground in front of him, and the nine-headed sea snake suddenly burst out of the ground.