Duke of Grief

The earth was covered with devastation, a horned demon covered with blood, roared up in the sky, and roared across the sky with a cannonball, and the roar stopped suddenly.

The drow elf had pulled away from the Devil's Legion. His strong and powerful legs clamped the saddle while turning his waist. The six-footed lizard under him instantly understood the owner's intention and turned back suddenly.

Lifting the muzzle, his eyes shot into the distance along the groove of the mechanical sight, and fell on the head of a devil. The dark but beautiful face slightly raised the corner of the lips, the index finger bent to pull the trigger, and the muzzle flame bloomed. The recoil is transmitted to the shoulder through the buttstock, and the bullet pulls the surrounding air and whirls out.

A shell with a few strands of hot steam popped out of the shell-throwing window and fell to the ground.

In the distance, a devil's head was hit by a violent force, slamming backwards, the toes clinging to the ground were pulled apart, his body was steep and then fell down.

With a snap, the corpse fell into the soil soaked in blood. As the gunshots rang again and again, more and more demons ran to death on the spot.

"Yahoo!"

The drow elves were so excited that even the dark face showed a faint blush. No matter how the six-legged lizard under him moved and jumped, their bullets could accurately fall on the devil's body.

If it is a low-level devil, only a bullet headshot can kill them. The middle-level devil is more troublesome and needs the assistance of artillery. The high-level devil is not something they can deal with, but those guys do not need them to go. worry.

This is not their place. They can play as they please. Anyway, they are invited by the country's'Prime Minister'.

The strength of this country is too weak, there are few legends, not many extraordinary people, and the army is weak. In addition to being rich and related, it can almost be said to be a ``weak country''-of course, only in relative terms.

In the face of the surrounding small countries, this country can of course be relatively strong, but if the enemy is replaced by the devil and the arcane empire, the strength of the Moore Business Federation is somewhat too weak.

There are a total of eight floating cities in the arcane empire. Each floating city has at least three arcane masters, and there is a floating island of unknown depth. If it were not for this reason, they would not dare to enemy the whole world.

It is precisely because it is relatively weak, so Moore Business Federation can only ask them to help.

The first time they touched the rifle, they already liked the weapon. When they pulled the trigger for the first time to destroy the enemy, they even cheered.

With this weapon, it doesn't matter how many city-states you want to conquer after you go back!

The bullet chiseled the lower-level devil's head, and the devil's army felt extremely angry and irritable for this, and there was a hint of fear in his heart.

Every time a gunshot is fired, a teammate falls. They have not encountered enemies who used muskets before, but those muskets are incomparable to the muskets used by the drow elves!

"Ansel Lowe!!!"

Behind the battle, a red-skinned devil thought of the guy who had calculated him, and couldn't help but gritt his teeth, showing his fierce eyes.

He was deceived!

Self-proclaimed smart, he was deceived by the dead fat man!

In the past, only other people were cheated by him, but now, he was actually cheated by the dead fat man!

What is ‘just to deal with the arcane empire’ and what is ‘Mohr’s weak and needs help from other forces’ are lies, all lies!

The drow elves did help him deal with the arcane empire, and even paid a lot of life for it, but that was nothing more than a "fake", but a "fake" to cover their true purpose!

He never thought that the fat man had guessed that their thirteen layers of **** were going to invade the world. Their king did not express much opinion about it, but there was no doubt that it was supporting their actions.

They all blame the waste of ‘Starr’. If it’s not him, how could the dead fat man be alert?

The devil did not expect that the spider **** sent an envoy to protect Ansel Lowe.

What value does the dead fat man have for him? Actually sent a messenger?

Thinking of this matter, the devil couldn't help but furiously punched on the armrest beside him. If Ansel Lowe didn't have the protection of the god, there was no possibility of escape, and he would die directly in his hand.

And Ansel Lowe doesn't seem to know about it himself, otherwise, he certainly wouldn't behave so'frightened' at ordinary times.

If he wasn’t afraid of being discovered by the dead fat man, he would definitely search his memory!

After the anger, the devil calmed down and began to think about his own way.

He didn't realize that Ansel Lowe wanted to deal with him, so the invasion plan failed completely, and he didn't realize that the'souls' around Ansel Lowe were soldiers.

None of this is the layout of the dead fat man, and it has nothing to do with the dead fat man, so he who has kept his sight around him has not been aware of these things, and finally led to the current situation.

It's impossible to retreat from the whole body. The door to **** was destroyed shortly after it was opened. Now he and his legion are helpless, and the dead fat man is determined to kill him. All spaces are blocked, and escape is impossible.

The reason why he is not dead now is that the dead fat man and drow elf want to wipe out his legion. Otherwise, once he dies, his legion will run away. If he can escape from the encirclement, he can harm Moll. Business Federation.

Even at this time, Ansel Lowe is still maintaining the stability of Moore’s commercial federation, so any devil fleeing the land of this country is intolerable.

Thinking of this, the devil frowned.

In the present situation, it is impossible for him to escape. The soul of a devil aristocrat, even for the queen of spiders, is also quite precious, so the **** must let his **** or holy spirit stare at him.

Once he tries to return to **** by means of'suicide', he may be captured by the spider god~www.wuxiaspot.com~ He can't escape now, and care about whether the devil is flowing on this land is Ansel. Luo Wei, the spider **** will not care about this matter.

If he let his legions escape, it would attract Ansel Lowe’s attention, but the queen of spiders and his envoys would not be able to take orders from him, so that only weakened his strength.

What should I do……

Suddenly, the devil's heart shuddered and Huo Ran looked at the sky.

The drow elves and demons on the battlefield also stopped fighting, raising their heads and looking at the sky in amazement.

A vast sacred breath descended from the sky along with the holy radiance, and the faint singing came with the wind.

The sky cracked quietly under their gaze, covering the clouds above them one after another, revealing a huge crack hidden behind the sea of ​​clouds, from which the splendid breath came out.

"Paradise Mountain..."

Through that rift, they saw a sacred mountain hidden in the mist of fog, which is the ``land of the best'', the Seventh Heaven!

The arcane empire invited the bottomless abyss and thirteen layers of hell, so why can't the gods invite the mountain of heaven?

"It's over..." The devil's eyes were dull. If even Heavenly Mountain was involved in this war, would he still have a chance to escape?

Even if there is little hope from the beginning, it does not mean that there is no hope...

For a moment of silence, the devil suddenly laughed in the sky with tears all over his eyes.

"Breakthrough! Breakout! Don't worry about me, all break out for Laozi! How much can you escape, have you heard?"

Crazy voices spread throughout the battlefield, causing Ansel Lowe to clap the table and get up, and at this time, the Devil's Legion who heard the command also dispersed.

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