The lord is red again

Chapter 525 Ring... God

The stars were blurred in the dark night sky, like oil paint splashed with water.

King Iron Sword, standing on the city wall, felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.

He took off his armor and wore only a pair of trousers. The muscles on his arms were firm, and his chest was as hard as a ridge, rising and falling with his breathing. In fact, King Iron Sword, who was not wearing armor, looked out of the "human" appearance. His body shape was similar to that of a human, but the spine looked very scary, as if it was thick scales sticking to each other.

The Sword Demon was the god believed in by this country. When the Kingdom of Rand swept across the entire Xilu Continent, the Kingdom of Tiejian was able to firmly hold on to this land, which was enough to show how strong the Sword Demon was.

The undead living in the Kingdom of Iron Sword were also different from other undead. They were not valued and oppressed. Even if they tried to resist, it was meaningless. The gap in top strength had already firmly controlled the undead.

The Sword Demon generously created many heroes. He had heroes and even epic masters. On the other hand, the Undead could only "get higher". Moreover, they followed the Sword Demon path and could never obtain the hero-level potion.

Quantity is meaningless in the face of absolute power.

Bang!

His sight caught a beam of light swaying under the starlight, flying from the ground, and then stabbing diagonally into the sky, like a meteor that rose in reverse.

Boom!

The exploded light ball crackled, and the dazzling light seemed to dye the dark night where it was with brilliant colors.

The expression of the Iron Sword King suddenly became serious. The Undead attacked... again?

"Enemy attack!"

The trumpet was blown, and the army guarding the royal city began to move.

The Undead had never really taken action on a large scale, but no matter when they took action, the Iron Sword King felt it was very reasonable.

"But do you really think you can fight me?"

The Iron Sword King quickly put on his armor.

The war has begun, and someone should bleed for his unwiseness.

Immortality does not mean that there is nothing we can do to them.

"Someone should feel pain for his immortality again."

King Iron Sword led his powerful men to rush out, and there was a white light flashing in the sky, lighting the way for them.

Failed sneak attack.

He evaluated the irrationality of the undead in his heart. When there was a huge gap in strength, it was the most rational choice to attack quietly, but the undead seemed to never understand this truth.

The red flames came, and one after another of the hot flames tore through the night, and in an instant they turned into gorgeous flaming meteors, like the embers of a volcanic eruption. Although the power was not enough to change the world, it was definitely not the magic that a "superior wizard" could release.

Hundreds of undead wizards might be able to release mixed magic of this power, but King Iron Sword was sure that it was definitely a magic, not a magic released by hundreds of wizards working together.

Boom!

A "meteor" as big as a human head came, and King Iron Sword's face was red from the flames.

He casually slapped the meteor away, and the explosion engulfed his figure. The flying dust obscured his vision. The next moment, he strode out wearing damaged armor.

"Heroic wizard!" Iron Sword King's expression was solemn.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Continuous explosions sounded from the rear camp. Fortunately, except for a dozen men who didn't react and were overturned by the explosion at the beginning, the remaining hero-level strongmen took action.

The magic resistance barrier covered the top of the head, making the falling meteor seem to hit the fluctuating invisible mirror.

There were also figures carrying swords who leaped out with big strides, used their bodies to collide with the flames, and detonated the meteors in the air in advance.

The flying sparks swallowed the team below like a red rainstorm.

On the other side of the battlefield.

The people of the Proud Blood Crazy Sand Guild sharpened their knives, and they started to charge after receiving the signal.

But they were stunned halfway through the charge.

"Fuck, what skill?"

Ordinary wizards, it takes a long time to make a fireball.

High-level wizards, the speed of making fireballs is faster, and occasionally they can throw a not-so-high wall of fire.

Heroic wizards, meteor showers, one person is stronger than hundreds of undead, not only the chanting speed is fast, the magic damage is strong, but also the attack range is huge.

The people who rushed halfway looked at the robed figure holding a staff and floating in the air, and there was an uncontrollable strong desire in their eyes.

Someone couldn't help but say: "Master, the answer to the eternal version."

The floating figure landed and took out a bottle of magic potion and poured it into his mouth.

Beside him, there were three figures, one wearing heavy armor and shield, one carrying a big sword, and the body of another was no longer an ordinary person, and the whole body was mechanized by at least 70%.

"We agreed before." The undead man with 70% mechanization said, "The boss belongs to us."

President Aoxue Kuangsha couldn't help asking: "The sword demons of the Iron Sword Kingdom are very powerful, and the length of the blood bar is over 100,000. You four will go?"

"Then don't worry about it."

They who are at the forefront of the version update have nothing to say to the small guild members who are still stuck at level 20.

The other party reminded: "After the melee, you can go in and pick the weak ones, or clean up the battlefield. Just like what I said before, the quick hand will be the slow hand, sweep the spoils by yourself, and leave the powerful ones to us."

"The elite monsters are coming!" The undead man who resisted the shield suddenly reminded.

The brown lightning quickly attacked this side along the ground. The undead carrying a big sword on his back held the sword with both hands, jumped up and took the initiative to meet it.

The collision of two figures, one thunder and one fire, caused the shock wave to press on the ground and penetrate the surface and extend downward. Everyone felt the restless twisting of the ground, and the huge earthquake caused a thick cloud of dust to rise from the ground.

The weak undead had to try their best to stand firm in this impact.

The sword wind swept, and the air began to whiz.

The surrounding air seemed to be stirred into a sticky paste by countless invisible swords, twisting clockwise, and the chaotic energy fluctuations made the weaker undead unable to even use their own power.

A group of heroes started a war, and the upper ranks were not even a background board.

The people of the Proud Blood Crazy Sand Guild fought with the enemies of the Iron Sword Kingdom. It was a big melee, and it was a big melee with high-end combat power. No formation coordination was needed.

The wizard holding the staff made a bow-drawing gesture, and the magic element arrows condensed in front of the staff with a rapid rotation. As he let go, he "whoosh" knocked down the warriors who were besieging their comrades in front.

Some people also noticed him and used magic to seriously injure him.

Both sides were injured. The undead fought more fiercely and were more seriously injured. Immortality was their capital.

A beam of light suddenly shot from the ground to the sky, spread in the air, and turned into a semicircular cover to cover the battlefield. The undead in the battlefield suddenly found that their injuries were healing rapidly.

After a few breaths, the blood bar was full. The injury just now was like a completely unimportant illusion. If it weren't for the reduced durability of the equipment - meaning it was destroyed, the blade of the weapon was rolled, etc., they would have mistakenly thought that they were hit by an illusion.

"Fuck, this is too cool."

"With a nurse, it's simply invincible!"

"Kill!"

The Iron Sword Kingdom was also unwilling to be outdone. They didn't have a hero-level wizard who was good at large-scale healing magic, but the injuries they suffered in the war made them manic.

One by one, the warriors of the hero level tore off their armor, and the spines on their backs "puffed" and "puffed" with blood piercing through the skin, like spike-shaped dragons, with bones shaking and turning into "little sword demons".

They rushed into the undead, bringing pieces of blood and flying limbs.

The proud and crazy sand dragon king felt dizzy, and his body spun out uncontrollably and was knocked out of the battlefield. Fire, lightning, collisions, etc. passed by him rapidly.

With a thud, his body fell to the ground.

"There are still 3 drops of blood, damn, paralysis, deafness, dying..." There are too many negative states. The worst thing is that he can't die in a short time, but he can't move. He was thrown out of the battlefield, and it was difficult for his teammates to help him finish off the knife.

The fight in front was still going on. It was difficult for the four-man team to fight against a group of "human-shaped little sword demons" from the Iron Sword Kingdom. Even if there was a nurse who was crazy about blood recovery, they would be killed instantly if they were not careful.

He saw it clearly and he definitely couldn't hold on!

The reinforcements are unreliable. Even if these people can really beat the enemies led by the Iron Sword King, they can't win against the powerful Sword Demon. I don't know why they are so confident.

Suddenly the ground began to tremble, as if something was about to drill out from the ground. The magic circle appeared out of thin air on the ground, and the purple magic light flickered, as if an invisible big hand was quickly drawing a circular magic circle on the ground.

The moment the magic circle took shape, a beam of light gushed out from the ground at a very fast speed. If you don't pay attention, you might think it was just a meteor, but the proud blood crazy sand dragon king saw it clearly. The beam did not disappear directly, but hit the air.

The air became hot, and there were clusters of condensed magic arcs flickering, as if something was wandering in it.

Then another beam of light appeared. This time the light column disappeared a little slower, but in people's eyes it was still just "flickering" for a while, and then disappeared.

The light flickered faster and faster.

Until finally a stable light column was formed.

"Is there anyone?"

Figures appeared one after another in the light column, and the number increased. They appeared out of thin air in the light column and strode out.

All of them are heroic undeads!

This scene made the proud and blood-mad sand dragon king dry his mouth and his heart beat wildly, just like a desperate warrior welcoming his powerful foreign aid, his heart experienced violent ups and downs in an instant.

"We won."

Although it was champagne at halftime, but... we won.

A large number of heroic undeads poured into the battlefield, and the battle began to be one-sided.

...

The Iron Sword King, who was only wearing trousers, breathed rapidly, holding a one-handed sword with a curled blade in his right hand, and his body was covered with dense wounds, some caused by magic, and some chopped.

Why did the undead suddenly become so powerful overnight? He didn't understand why the undead, who had always been thought to never be able to break through the heroic level, appeared in batches.

The attack came again in the screaming of the storm. The undead were like hyenas that had been hungry for many days, and they besieged the "little sword demons" who were still breathing.

The Iron Sword King took a breath of air mixed with a strong smell of blood.

They are all dead!

Those damned undead were even chatting.

Now the only person he could rely on was a powerful being.

"The one who serves the sword calls your name! The great sword demon Magnus!"

He called out loudly, and strangely, the undead who were still attacking frantically just a moment ago suddenly stopped at this moment. They were very quiet and looked at him expectantly.

Sweat broke out on his forehead because the powerful Sword Demon did not respond.

In this case, there was only one way to go, death.

"No, buddy, you give up now?" Seeing that the Iron Sword King was standing there waiting to die without saying a word, an undead could not help but remind him, "Why don't you shout a few more times, maybe He will come?"

"Yes, buddy, try shouting again."

Iron Sword King:?

What do these undead people want to do? Do they think they can fight against the powerful Sword Demon? He admitted that this group of people are very powerful, but when facing the Sword Demon known for killing, there is only death.

He raised his head and shouted again.

This time, there was finally a response.

A huge figure appeared in the sky and fell heavily to the ground.

It was a giant wearing only ragged trousers, naked upper body, his hands were locked in shackles, but his head was wrapped in a "graceful" purple gold helmet.

In the position of his spine, a "thin sword" emitting light was inserted.

He was like a captive who was defeated and tied up, but he had a strong bloodthirsty aura.

The Iron Sword King's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and the powerful Sword Demon finally appeared.

He tried to call out to the other party, but as the other party appeared, the deafening rumble completely drowned out his voice.

The undead shouted: "The blood bar is on, kill!"

The Sword Demon Magnus took the initiative to rush towards the undead, using his absolute powerful strength to sweep the undead, and the irregular "thin swords" inserted in his spine flew out one by one, quickly stirring and slaughtering the undead approaching.

"Use the ultimate move!" Several undead wizards in the distance gathered together and began to chant.

The gathering of elements attracted Magnus's attention. He was facing a group of undead who pursued extreme output. They had found out how to "block the front swing" and "remove the back swing" in the shortest time.

The Sword Demon, including the Iron Sword King who was still alive, saw the group of heroic wizards suddenly release fireballs, then the syllables jumped, and they quickly skipped certain notes with similar syllables, while dancing with their hands.

Boom!

Magic exploded.

The mixed attribute light column condensed by the composite magic swept over, and the "thin swords" beside the Sword Demon quickly gathered and assembled into a sword shield.

After touching the light column, it exploded and helped it block the attack.

The scattered thin swords rushed towards the undead.

Small mushroom clouds with a height of only three to five meters surged and rose, and the dense mushroom clouds made the ground bulge, and the easily broken ground shook and struggled.

The undead were forced to retreat.

"The attack method looks familiar to me."

"Isn't this the mushroom of the nuclear bomb sister Tione?"

"Ring Knight, that's not right, his name is clearly the sword demon Magnus, and it is confirmed that his identity is a god, what's going on?"

"Shouldn't he be called the Ring Knight, should he be called the Ring God... uh, the Circle God?"