My Empire

"The Devil Realm, it's really a good place to make people excited." Burrison looked at each other, his smile on his face getting bigger and bigger. He seemed to like the feeling that the danger was coming, and the expression on his face became savage with excitement.

The white-robed man didn't make Burrison wait too long, and he was not the kind of character who liked nonsense. Burrison only heard the phrase "Serve the Gods" echoing in the opponent's white robe, and the opponent's hands raised flames and rushed to where he was.

Burrison took a step back, subconsciously trying to avoid the white-robed man's attack. But the white-robed man still shrouded him within the attack range, and the flame of one palm was about to hit Burrison's face.

Then, the palm of the white-robed man was blocked by something, and the opponent's strength was amazing, making the white-robed man visibly stunned.

He adjusted his face slightly before he saw the other arm holding his arm under his arm.

That arm is full of fluff, gray and soft, and it trembles slightly in the wind. There was a huge palm on the arm that stopped him from attacking. The fingers were very long, with the nail on it as long as one centimeter.

When the white-robed man was trying to figure out what happened, the palm of his hand had already grabbed the white-robed man's arm in turn.

The white-robed man wanted to break free from this huge power, and a magic circle composed of huge magic inscriptions burst out on his arm.

But the magical light burst into the palm of that monster, and in that instant, the magical defense barriers of both sides collided together, making a harsh noise.

As if the two hardest pieces of metal had collided together, the harsh sound rubbed against each other and finally stopped. And at the moment when the voice stopped, that monster-like claw firmly grasped the white-robed man's arm.

At this time, the talented white robe discovered that the arm in front of him was actually the left hand of Burrison, who had been distorted with a hideous face.

In the next second, Burrison's right hand was like a sharp blade, grabbing the white-robed man's shoulder. This right hand has become a sharp claw, easily scratching the shoulder of the white robe man.

When the white-robed man looked to his front again, he was shocked to find that the head of a huge wolf was actually in front of him.

The humanoid wolf showed its mouth full of fangs and sharp teeth. The white-robed man finally realized that the twisted smile on Burrison’s face just now was not really laughing that he was grinning...

Sometimes the world of Magic Continent is so strange. When a person faces a monster, he doesn't panic, because maybe, he himself is another terrible monster.

"Originally... I didn't want to show such a side... I'm afraid... those who would frighten me!" The giant wolf uttered, it turned out to be Burrison's voice.

His left hand was holding the white-robed man’s right hand, and his right hand was holding the white-robed man’s left shoulder. The runes of the magic circle on his body were shining like stars. His two sturdy arms pushed to the sides, tearing each other into pieces at once. Left and right halves.

There was no blood and nothing else splashing out. Inside the shattered white robe, the pure magical energy became violent, like an activated bomb.

Burrison didn’t hesitate at all. He immediately jumped to a trench next to him. This zigzag trench can effectively reduce the shock wave caused by the explosion, so he only moved a short distance back, and then again. I couldn't see the magical energy that had begun to change color either.

"Boom!" A huge explosion burst out in the trench, as if a 155mm caliber howitzer shell directly hit the trench.

The huge shock wave lifted up the mud in the sky, and even buried Burrison. When he was struggling to crawl out of the floating soil, the battle on the battlefield was still going on.

"Roar!" Burrison roared and rushed to another white-robed man's target. The white-robed man had just taken the steel long sword into the chest of a heavy-armed grenadier through the gap.

Feeling the danger coming from behind, the white-robed man immediately gave up the prey in front of him. He raised his hands and aimed at the werewolf who was flying, the palm of his hand was radiant, and the two fireballs flew towards each other like cannonballs.

Burrison opened his mouth wide and pointed at the white-robed man not far away. A huge magic circle formed in front of his face. A fierce lightning magic broke free from the magic circle, a strong electric arc. It hit the defensive magic circle formed in front of the white robe man.

The violent collision exploded in an instant. In the explosion, a figure of a werewolf with fluffy hair around his neck and hands were entangled with a white figure at an extremely fast speed.

The heavy-armored grenadier with a severely injured abdomen turned pale and watched the two monsters in front of him fighting desperately, not knowing whether he should use the radio to call for help.

He didn't even know why the two non-human monsters in front of him fought. Did the creatures of the Demon Realm actually fight the army of the Demon Realm?

However, even if his brain was down, he could see that this wolf-shaped monster was here to save him.

God bless him. When he felt he was going to die, he waited until the person who came to save him...or rather, waited until some creature came to save him...

Just when Burrison turned into a werewolf to fight with the white-robed man, at the other end of the battlefield, a terrifying magic circle illuminated most of the sky.

It was a super magic with extremely strong offensive power, and the surging magical energy was amazing enough even from the scale of magic.

In the next second, the huge magic circle began to work, and a fierce electric light struck somewhere, a scorched smell filled it, and the smoke that had risen was blown away by the lightning.

Because of a sudden change, Burrison and the white-robed **** waiter in front of him also stopped fighting. The two of them watched the cloud of smoke blown away by the wind, and slowly walked out of one person.

Burrison knew that man, that was his second platoon leader, a steady second lieutenant, and his most assured right-hand man on weekdays.

Of course, this obscure second platoon leader actually stood up at this time. Until now, at this moment, Burrison knew that his subordinate turned out to be a real great magister.

Burrison grinned and grinned and made a smile. He always felt that there were no ordinary people in his army, and now it seems that he, including himself, is really no ordinary person...