All-Professional Master of Darkness

"Who's coming again?"

Lan Wu heard another unfamiliar voice and almost couldn't help but jump up. Two of the three demon gods and four demon kings of hell are here. Which big shot dares to appear on such an occasion?

There was no sound of footsteps, and a tall figure floated out of the dim corridor like a ghost. As soon as he saw the illusory wings of light behind this man, Lan Wu's face turned cold, and a faint murderous intent gradually emerged in his eyes.

Archangel Tyrael.

Frankly speaking, since Lan Wu came to this world, he has always faced the twists and turns he encountered with a peaceful mind. But Archangel Tyrael is a guy he really hates. Ever since he was inexplicably framed in the Demon Fortress, he had no good impression of this birdman. Even if the birdman saved his life from Duriel.

Tyrell was still dressed as he was in the game, wearing a white cloak and slowly floating over. A small half of its face was exposed under the hood of the cloak, and the expression on its face could not be seen at this moment. If it weren't for the color of the cloak and the fluffy light wings, he would be almost the same as the Dark Wanderer.

"Tyrell, this is the Throne of Destruction, my territory." Barr's eyes once again glowed with green fire, and he did not hide the murderous intention in his heart: "We will fulfill our promise. But you must also know that this is not where you should be." The place to come.”

Lan Wu's expression darkened again. Although there were already speculations, he still couldn't help but feel resentful when he heard Barr admit that he had reached some kind of agreement with Tyrell. Birdmen are still birdmen after all. Non-my family, its heart must be different.

"I don't believe in demons." Tyrell stopped about ten meters away from Duriel, and suddenly took off his cloak, revealing a suit of white armor and the famous Archangel Sword.

Barr and the other demons immediately became nervous. Due to the influence of the World Stone, even if they are demon gods and demon kings, they are still not much stronger than Tyrell here, and can even be said to be slightly weaker. Otherwise, Tyrell would not have been able to lead humanity to forcefully level the already collapsed situation to where it is now.

Just when Barr and other demons subconsciously focused all their attention on Tyrell, Lan Wu suddenly moved. The jumping attack was activated, Lan Wu jumped up high, swung the legendary sword like a meteor and struck down on Du Ruier's head.

This outburst was beyond the expectations of everyone present. Even Baal, who was so close, couldn't react, let alone Duriel.

"Ah." Duriel screamed, half of his forelimbs spinning and flying in the air. If it hadn't subconsciously raised its hand to block it at the critical moment, I'm afraid this blow would have left the deepest impression on it in its life.

With one successful blow, Lan Wu gained the upper hand and used the downward trend to launch a whirlwind in the air. In an instant, poor Duriel couldn't even react and was swallowed up by the blade storm again.

No one went to save it.

Baal, who was the closest, immediately sensed the infinite power contained in the blade storm the moment Lanwu activated the whirlwind, and immediately fled to Diavolo on the opposite side as if teleporting. Just when it appeared, it had already returned to its original appearance. It finally admitted that its brother had not deceived it, and was secretly glad that it was not as unlucky as Duriel. Otherwise, eating such a blade storm would be too much for even the immortal demon god's body.

Barr immediately chose Mingzhe to protect himself. Opposite Diavolo, Mephisto and Andariel, no one cares about Duriel's life or death. That's what the devil is. Duriel is strictly Baal's pet. Since the owner didn't come to rescue him, as an outsider, they turned a blind eye.

"Opportunity." Lan Wu saw that none of the demons such as Barr took action, so he immediately stopped the skill without thinking, pulled off his right glove in the air, and inserted it into the bloody wound on Duriel's abdomen.

Cool.

Lan Wu couldn't help but get excited. The vast and majestic demonic energy crazily injected into the body along the arm. Duriel comes from hell and has a cold attribute, so his magic power is naturally biased towards coldness. This injection is like taking a sip of a cold drink just taken out of the refrigerator in the summer, causing the pores all over the body to open involuntarily.

Lan Wu was happy, but Du Ruier was in tragedy.

Just now, Lan Wu struck down the first blow, and although Du Ruier raised his hand to block it like a conditioned reflex, his mind had already turned around. I wanted to rely on the hard carapace to block the blow and then give this damn human a good look. Unexpectedly, the hard carapace that he was always proud of only slowed down the human's fall a little.

Then it discovered that it was really tragic. The violent storm of blades tore apart its proud carapace, almost turning its abdomen, which was not considered a weakness at all, like a mud pit in a swamp. That's all. Demon King, life is a mess. Needless to say, self-healing power. But then it felt the magic power pouring out of its body like a tide.

This feeling is all too familiar.

"Lord Barr, save me!" Duriel was immediately frightened out of his wits, and finally understood why he felt uneasy just now. The terrifying memory of almost being sucked into a mummy suddenly came to mind again.

When Baal heard Duriel's plea for help, his face was so gloomy that he almost shed tears. It's not that it didn't see Lan Wu's actions. But it doesn't think that a human being, even a benefactor, can subdue a powerful demon king by inserting his hand into the abdomen of a demon king. Almost subconsciously, it thought Duriel was making fun of itself.

"Help...save me!" Dueriel's soul almost flew away. The vast magic power poured out, leaving him with no strength to fight back. Not to mention breaking free from Lan Wu's right hand, even his voice became weak, as if he was about to die.

This time is no better than before. At first, Lan Wu just made a small opening to forcefully swallow the magic power, but now he stabbed his right hand directly into Du Ruier's stomach. Almost half of his arm was submerged, and there was no way Duriel could resist it.

"No, hurry up and save it." Diavolo felt bad, roared, raised his hand and fired a black and red fireball.

"It's a pity." Lan Wu heard the movement behind him and thought to himself that it was a pity. Then he quickly pulled out his hand, put on the giant battle staff in the blink of an eye, and teleported directly.

"Thank you... thank you." Du Ruier collapsed to the ground. It lost most of its magic power in a short period of time, and it no longer had enough strength to support its huge body.

At this time Lan Wu suddenly appeared in the open space. With a glance, five of the six small amulets left around him had become like little suns. And the last small amulet was mostly lit up, like an incandescent lamp, only a little short of being fully charged. It's a pity that Diavolo interrupted him stubbornly, which ultimately led to his failure.

But it doesn't matter, there are five more small amulets.