Duke of Grief

　　 "I... I still have to save!!!"

　　 Baron Landry made a hog-like voice, shouting steadily through the silent night sky.

　　 He rounded his eyes and gritted his teeth to grab the devil's foot that stepped on his waist, trying to push the leg away.

　　He is going to live! He wants to live! He must live--

　　 "Cough!" Baron Landry coughed, and blood poured from the corner of his mouth, flowing from the corner of his mouth to his chin and neck.

Gradually losing his glance, Duke glanced at him, glanced at his greasy face full of smiles, then set his sights on the bright but unglaring light in the sky, and the color of hatred gradually appeared in his eyes, but it was very Quickly, even this color is lost.

Baron Landry was dead. From the beginning, his life was not in his own hands. All vitality was only an illusion. All hope was left to him by the devil who killed him. Actually , He has nothing...

　　He is just a prop!

The claws deep in the belly of the fat man stirred in his stomach, and Duke laughed with a twisted smile, "He is dead! Grush, [Hand of Justice] Your Excellency, this nobleman, he is dead, dead. My hands-not you!!!"

　　 "It doesn't matter, because I'm here!" A cold voice came from the sky, followed by a long sword burning with holy light.

　　The long sword descended from the sky divided the body of Baron Landry into two halves, and let the two pieces of flesh flew to both sides.

　　Grosh leaned on his long sword and slowly looked up. The killing in his eyes had overflowed, covering his entire handsome but vicissuous face.

　　Duke, who once again used teleportation, stood in front of Grush, his huge body trembling, but not because of fear or despair, but because of expectation.

　　Yes, this is not over yet, there is still a period of time, if that rotten soul will become the original devil, it will take a while to transform!

　　He won’t die here, he doesn’t want to die here, so it’s enough to support it for a while.

　　 "King of the Devil, may you give me strength..." Watching the paladin slowly stand up, Duke kept a twisted smile on his face while muttering.

　　Grush pulled up [Chiyang] from the ground, and his cold, blade-like eyes fell on the devil, which was a horned devil. For ordinary people, it would be a disaster.

　　 But in front of him, it was just a weak person!

　　 Without saying a word, Grush rushed forward with his sword, and the short tens of feet were fleeting. The next moment appeared in front of the devil.

　　Duke's eyes shrank, and the subconscious stepped back, raised his hand, and the flame's barrier unfolded in front of him.

　　 However, the barrier was broken for less than a second, and the sharp blade also cut off one of his arms, and blood spewed from the broken arm.

　　Duke's face was twisted suddenly, and he gritted his teeth and cast another teleport, disappearing in front of Grush.

　　 This time he teleported to Grush behind, his eyes uncertain on the two corpses.

　　 Why is it so long? Why is it so long?

　　How did the original devil not conceive? Can the original devil still feel the Holy Light outside?

　　It shouldn't be impossible, it won't be like this!

　　Duke only stopped for a moment, and Grus appeared again in front of him.

　　 At this time, he was only able to raise the other arm again, blocked the slash with this arm, and the teleport disappeared again.

　　 "Why, why..." He glared, and even if he did not want to accept the facts, the facts gave him a heavy blow.

　　 He failed to create the original devil, and the devil king could not sense it, so he was about to die here...

　　 "No, no, it shouldn't be..." Duke stood on the broken window sill and kept muttering.

　　 But Grush did not stop his pace, a jump inserted the sword into the devil's chest.

　　 "It shouldn't be like this... it shouldn't be like this..." Duke twisted his body in pain, and he shouted exhaustively.

　　 The Holy Light is burning his body, his life is evaporating, and his soul is being purified.

　　 He doesn't want to die, he doesn't want to die!

"Do not!!!"

　　Grosh stood on the devil's body and sent the Holy Light into him, and was about to kill him here.

　　However, at this moment, Duke's desperate shout seemed to be received by whom.

　　 Another breath that belongs to the devil suddenly appeared behind Glush, making him turn around and look around.

　　 A dark soul is slowly floating out of the two corpses, just like what he saw at the beginning, that soul is changing!

　　Grosh's eyes widened, but the devil under the sword is now a senior devil, and he can't be completely killed without a little time, but an original devil was born in front of his eyes——

As soon as he gritted his teeth, the paladin pulled out his long sword, and jumped from the second floor.

　　 "The Devil..." He gritted his teeth at the soul, feeling that the light cage that was covering the whole town was being torn.

"--King of!!!"

　　 The space in front of him was torn, and a hand that made him feel familiar stretched out from the other side of the space.

Duke, who was unable to lie on the ground, suddenly opened his eyes in confusion, coughed up two blood from his throat, twisted his face, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty, I am here!!!"

　　 There was a strong holy light on the grass. Endless holy light was pouring out of Grush and condensed into a silver armor on his body.

　　 Behind him, the wings formed by the light suddenly fluttered, pushing his body to rush forward.

　　 That hand-even the king of the devil, don't want to take away the original devil!

　　Grosh lifted up the [Ciyang]. Although at night, he could not draw on the power of the sun, but this sword was already an artifact in itself, even if its owner had already fallen...

　　 But, however, they are now facing the enemies of countless worlds!

　　 A thought came from the other side of the space, and a chuckle suddenly appeared in Grush's mind: "A legendary paladin? Dare to wave a sword to me? First, I must be sure of your courage!"

"what!!!"

The blazing holy light poured out from the two artifacts, converging on the long sword, Grush shouted with a stern face, and waved the high sword resolutely ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ But, only courage is not enough. "

　　 The giant hand reaching out from the thirteenth layer of **** grabbed the original devil that was transforming, and then raised a finger and pointed to Grush.

　　 "Thank you, ants, your courage made me happy-at least today."

　　 The ray of ‘death’ emerged from the fingertip of the raised finger, burning the air and blasting at Grush.

　　'S long sword fell right on the ray, and the strong shock wave suddenly spread to the surroundings, causing the surrounding ground to sink a bit.

　　 "Justice will eventually defeat evil!" Grush shouted, and his wrists sank, sending all the strength of his body to the sword.

　　 "Then you can try to beat me to see." The Devil King was not angry, but instead gave a chuckle.

　　 "Your Majesty, I know how to make the original devil!!!"

　　Duke ignored him, but he felt he was getting weaker and weaker. If he went on like this, he would die here sooner or later. In anxiety, he yelled again.

　　 The king of the devil sitting on the thirteenth floor of Hell suddenly froze, and then laughed again, "It's really an unexpected joy! Paladin, you are really my lucky star!"

　　Grosh's eyes widened because he felt that he could not hold it anymore!

　　Yeah, how can an ordinary legendary paladin be able to beat the devil king...

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