All-Professional Master of Darkness

Duriel suffered a big loss and was almost sucked into a mummy again, so of course he felt unhappy. Unfortunately, it now barely has the strength to breathe, let alone scream like before.

However, Barr took the initiative to stand up for his men.

"Damn it, you're challenging my patience." Barr roared angrily, and two thick plumes of smoke mixed with the pungent sulfur smell escaped from its mouth. The octopus-like tentacles behind him were dancing wildly, hitting the cold ground from time to time, leaving clearly visible ravines.

Before Lan Wu could retort, the archangel Tyrell suddenly floated forward like a ghost and pulled out the archangel sword with a clang. There was a flash of white light, and Duriel, who was trying to restore his magic power, screamed, and his fat body bounced up like a spring. Its abdomen, which was covered by a hard carapace, suddenly had a deep wound that was half a meter long.

"Lord Baal, save me!" Duriel desperately struggled to crawl towards Baal. The hideous wound on the abdomen made a hissing sound. Instead of flowing out blood, it looked as if concentrated sulfuric acid had been poured into it. Black smoke was emitting from the wound and was gradually expanding.

Barr's face darkened instantly. The holy light of angels is the nemesis of demons. A tiny bit of holy light can make a demon miserable. The holy light of the majestic Archangel Tyrell is simply deadly poison. Even if Duriel is the Demon King of Hell, it will be the same. The reason why Duriel can still struggle is not only because of his strong vitality, but also because Tyrell has no murderous intention and is just using this method to declare his position.

Tyrell was present, and Barr did not dare to continue to pester. Although there are many of them, this is the smallest of the three worlds. Restricted by the laws of the world, everyone's strength is at the same level. If a fight were to begin, it would probably be difficult to cope with Tyrell's full strength.

He snorted heavily, but Barr didn't make any move. Several tentacles suddenly protruded from the ground under Duriel, and they quickly cut out the wound on his abdomen, gouging out the carrion that was being purified by the holy light. Then several more tentacles burst out of the ground, wrapped around Durrell's fat body and threw him over.

There was a muffled sound, Du Ruier fell to the ground, and the entire corridor suddenly shook slightly. It didn't dare to complain, and hurriedly climbed behind Baal and Diavolo, and stood together with Andariel, who had not yet transformed. But it didn't stay still either. First, it was almost sucked into a mummy, and then it was almost killed by Tyrell's sword. It blamed all of this on Lan Wu. The eyes looking at Lan Wu were full of hatred.

For a moment, the corridor was silent.

Baal and other demons are on the side, Archangel Tyrell is on the side, and Lanwu is on the side. No one from the three parties continued to speak, they all remained silent, and they just faced off silently.

Lan Wu wished he could continue to stand in silence like this. Anyway, they have already taken advantage of it, but it seems that there is no advantage left to take advantage of. It is best to keep it like this until Guerrela and his party arrive.

With fourteen small amulets in hand, all of which were blessed on the legendary sword, Lan Wu was confident enough to beat the devils and the birdman in front of him to a pulp. But even if his cards were strong enough, he didn't dare to act rashly. Tyrell, the birdman, has an ambiguous attitude, and it's not clear whether he is an opponent or an helper. The best thing for now is to stay put and wait for Guerrela and his party to arrive. At least these savages will never believe in any kind of heaven.

Lan Wu remained silent. Tyrael did not take any subsequent actions after injuring Durael with his sword, and just floated quietly in the air. But Baal and other demons could not remain angry.

"Tyriel, don't forget the agreement between us." Diavolo blew out a thick smoke mixed with the pungent smell of sulfur, and the six pairs of claws padded irritably. Even it would find it difficult to confront an archangel in this lower world.

"I have not forgotten the agreement between us." Tyrell swung the archangel sword, then pointed directly at Diavolo and said in a deep voice: "But don't forget the content of the agreement. He cannot be injured."

Diavolo was suddenly speechless, and he puffed out two plumes of black smoke and stopped making any sound. It naturally understood what Tyrell meant. Just now, Barr clearly had murderous intent. It is difficult to deal with Tyrael, but it is no problem to deal with a divine benefactor. Anyway, fusing the World Stone only requires the blood of the benefactor.

"Then let's get started." Barr glanced at Tyrell angrily, and then turned to Lan Wu: "His strength is very weird. I'm not sure if he meets the requirements."

When Tyrell heard this, the light wings floating behind him visibly trembled, and then returned to normal. Then its eyes fell on Lan Wu, and a trace of guilt quietly flashed in its eyes.

At this time, Lan Wu felt something bad and looked around vigilantly. This birdman has obviously reached some kind of agreement with these demons, and it obviously concerns him. This is unbearable.

"What on earth do you want to do to me?" General Lan swung his legendary sword and looked at Tyrell deeply.

Of all the people present, only this birdman troubled him. This attitude is so weird. Let's do it, this birdman seemed to be showing favor to him just now, forcibly strangling Barr's murderous intention. Don't do anything. This birdman has clearly reached some kind of agreement with the devil, and he is probably an opponent.

"We just want to lend you a little blood." Tyrell raised his hand, and a white light suddenly fell from the sky, bathing Lan Wu in it.

Lan Wu was shocked and immediately wanted to escape from the white light. But just as he was about to move, he felt full of strength. When he caught a glimpse of the six small amulets swirling around him from the corner of his eye, he was truly dizzy.

This last little amulet was bathed in white light and shone like a little sun.

Tyrell's move not only restored all of his status, but even filled up the last small amulet that was not filled with magic energy. Now he really couldn't figure out the birdman's position.

"He's not strong enough, he's only level 50." Diavolo looked coldly at Lan Wu, who was bathed in white light, with a very ugly look on his face. As an opponent for so many years, the unique light of life of Angel can certainly be seen. This unique holy light can not only make a person's state full, but also reflect that person's peak strength level.

"This is impossible. He has killed at least ten demon lords. How is it possible that he is only at level 50?" Barr roared angrily, spitting out streams of black smoke from his mouth, obviously very irritable.

"He is indeed only level 50." Tyrell glanced at Barr nonchalantly and raised his hand to withdraw the light of life.

Diablo and other demons couldn't help but look at each other. Lan Wu killed all demon lords who had reached the pinnacle of power in this world. The demonic energy decomposed after the death of each demon lord is enough to upgrade a level 50 professional to two or three levels. How could he be a mere level 50 after killing at least ten people in a row? Could it be that this damn divine benefactor was only less than level 30 before?

How is that possible!

Can a level 30 professional kill a demon lord who is over 60 levels? Don't be kidding, even if you stand there and let him slash, you may not be able to break the defense.

At this time Lan Wu suddenly smiled. Maybe this bargain will be delivered to your door.