Journey Through the Plane of the Lord God

Bedivere charged at a high speed, holding a 15-foot silver vindictive spear, and shockingly collided with the Blade Demon Mace.

"boom!"

Accompanied by the huge roar caused by the collision between the two sides, countless smoke and dust instantly splashed around the point of confrontation.

Within a 30-meter radius of Bedivere's impact point, the ground shook violently. Countless small broken stones on the battlefield ground were fired rapidly in all directions. Hundreds of them surrounded the point of confrontation. Half of them were deformed wolf spiders with hideous faces.

The demon had no time to dodge before his body was pierced and he fell to the ground like a rag.

"Touch!" "Touch!"

The next moment, two huge blade demon bodies suddenly flew out of the cloud of smoke and fell on the remains of a half-demon that had been killed by rubble.

In the ribs of their chests, blood holes from spears the size of footballs directly penetrated their chests, shooting out dark green blood like a gushing faucet, and flowing outward uncontrollably.

Although the abyssal atmosphere above the demon army and the unique strong recovery physique of demon creatures continue to produce bloodshot streaks at the wounds in an attempt to repair them.

But Bedivere, the Knight of the Round Table, would not give them the slightest chance.

"Just two low-level silver demons dare to stop me, Bedivere!"

Swinging the spear twice, the Glory Fighting Air Spear glowed like a blazing flame, swiping out with lightning speed. Under Bedivere's will, it tore through the surrounding smoke and dust with unparalleled momentum.

The heads of the two blade demons exploded!

"The enemy is ashamed, I will take off his clothes!" (Miscellaneous background sound.)

On the battlefield of roars and screams.

"Victory in Camelot!"

Bedivere on horseback raised his spear full of glorious fighting spirit and shouted loudly!

This is the momentum of a strong man, this is the roar of a professional knight from a magical world who has been fighting against the abyss for countless years!

"Victory in Camelot!"

All the kingdom knights behind him vigorously waved their weapons burning with white fighting spirit and shouted.

Only a few minutes after the war started, the high-end force of the two demon legions was killed by our own high-level officials. This undoubtedly greatly inspired the knights of the kingdom. Behind Bedivere, they were already fighting against the demon legion of half-wolf spider demons.

morale.

For a time, the white fighting spirit flames all over the bodies of the knights of the Kingdom Knights became a little more intense at this moment.

"Damn human knights, despicable short-lived creatures!"

The sudden change in the battle situation made the remaining six blade demons scattered on the battlefield feel a chill in their hearts. Although purebred demons who are ruthless and have chaotic nature, there has never been such a thing as the feeling of comrades of the same race.

But two members of the same race who were almost as powerful as him and had unlimited lifespans in the abyss were killed by the human knight in an instant.

Even his soul was shattered by the glorious fighting spirit containing the power of will. Such a huge gap in strength made these cunning abyssal creatures instantly realize that it was impossible to defeat the human knight alone!

"Damn it, what plane have we been summoned to this time?"

Looking around, these powerful knights wielding white and silver sharp energy are not at all the masters of the knowledge passed down to them by the abyss, such as Cerelia, Onsalon, Arthas, and Faerûn.

What the interface has is beyond what those weak professionals can match!

"Where exactly is this place?"

They can even clearly sense that the power of the abyss in their bodies, which was so ferocious in the past on the main material plane and could easily corrode and curse any object, cannot even exert one-tenth of its power in this plane.

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The smoke and dust outside the point of confrontation just now can block the sight of mortals, but it cannot block the extraordinary perception of these demons at all.

In just a few seconds of the confrontation, the two blade demons poured out nearly ten powerful single-body spells on the shining silver knight, but there was not even a trace of the fighting spirit silver light on his body armor.

Not a ripple was made.

"That's not good!"

In an instant, the six blade demons looked at each other almost in unison. They all saw the fear and confusion in each other's eyes, and without hesitation, they instantly abandoned the neatly formed half-demon phalanx around them.

"Damn mortals, go to hell!"

The huge body carried the evil wind, and the blade horns above its head tore through the air, and rushed towards Bedivere in unison...

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"Although these eight blade demons are elites from the Azgrat level of the abyss who survived the last bloody battle in the abyss."

"But we can't stop these silver fighting spirit knights derived from the sun elf spellbreakers!"

The head of the Wolf Spider Demon, Miska Tanar'ri, floats on the upper right side of the black-robed girl, looking greedily at the knights on the battlefield below.

"My master, the world you live in is a great world that can compete with the endless abyss for countless years."

Miska complimented from the bottom of his heart.

As one of the oldest beings in the demon clan, although it has lost most of its memory due to the fragmentation of its soul, it can still remember the power of the current plane it is in, as well as the things on this plane.

The souls of knights, especially the souls of high-level knights, are so delicious, even more delicious than those fallen holy spirits!

"Don't say these useless things."

"The knights who follow the king must be the elite of this country."

"It's simply not comparable to these summoned little characters!"

Morgan Le Fay responded in a deep voice.

The roars of knights, the neighing of horses, demons, and the flash of fighting spirit at the foot of the mountain came into her eyes.

Six low-level silver blade demons were already fighting fiercely with the middle-level silver knights in the center of the battlefield. Dark demonic spells overflowed, and the silver light of fighting spirit and the roar of the ground exploded!

They have been entangled there for almost a quarter of an hour!

But it is obvious that even in a 6 to 1 battle, the six lower silver demons were still no match for the strength of Knight Bedivere of the Round Table. They were covered in scars and were at a disadvantage in the battle.

In terms of physical power alone, the power of low-level silver is about 100 tons, while the power of mid-level silver is about 300 to 500 tons. In terms of numbers, the six low-level silver demons combined should be as much as Bedivere.

It's better to be equal, or even at the upper hand.

But in fact, the 3-5 times difference in strength is roughly the difference between a 5th or 6th grade primary school student and a 20 or 30 year old adult. When reflected in the actual combat effectiveness, it is a world of difference!

If those demons didn't have innate magic-like abilities that kept Bedivere from being careless, perhaps this Silver War wouldn't have lasted as long as a quarter of an hour and would have been over long ago!

"Let's go! Miska."

"It's enough for those bastards below to complete their task of delaying time."

Turning around, the pure black robe floated behind the girl.

"Let my Green Knight Army revive!"

The huge and terrifying abyssal aura rose up from her delicate body, but strangely, these conspicuous abyssal auras did not elicit any reaction from the will of the magical alien world at all.

"Yes, my master."

Finally, with a greedy look back at the delicious souls at the foot of the mountain, the tarantula demon turned back reluctantly, floating behind the girl...