The epic story of green monsters

Chapter 1208 Escape
Clang! !

The fierce battle finally came to an end. Alan raised the heavy sword in his hand, and a stream of blood gushed out from the sword. The more than seven-meter-long corpse of the Barlow Flame Demon lay limply on the ground. There was no trace of the high-spirited scene before.

The Barro Flame Demon's unique self-destructive instinct was not displayed in front of the Bear Goblin Saint. From beginning to end, Alan showed absolute control over the battlefield and slaughtered all the powerful demons in the closed auction hall.

After this battle, the entire ruling class of West Wind Fortress could be said to have been wiped out. Perhaps there were a few lucky guys who survived because they did not participate in the auction, but without the checks and balances of the demigod-level city lord Moises, it would not take long for the demons from other city-states to take advantage of the situation and occupy and control the city.

These were not what Alan cared about. Right now, he was feeling a little annoyed by the building covered in blood and corpses. To deal with so many corpses and trophies, the dimensional equipment on his body seemed not enough.

However, after a search, Alan felt relieved again. These powerful demons also had one or two dimensional equipment on them, and the space of their dimensional equipment was mostly larger than the one Alan carried. This was obviously because of the rich resources in the abyss.

There was no time to clean up the useless things. Alan picked up everything on the ground that looked valuable and put it into the dimensional suit. He then hung them on himself at random. For a moment, his body was covered with all kinds of strange little objects, making him look funny like a beggar.

After adjusting his breathing and taking a deep breath, Alan slowly raised the Bone Cutter in his hand, poured the gushing divine power into it, and then resolutely slashed at the gray maze barrier in front of him.

boom! !

The auction venue was shaking violently, and even the surrounding buildings outside the maze were shaking, but there were no demons living in the empty buildings.

Because Alan and his men had been fighting fiercely for nearly a day, the aftermath of the war inevitably spread outside the maze even though it was blocked by the maze. Although the shrewd and cautious demon didn't know what exactly happened, it was the right decision to stay away from this strange area in order to seek benefits and avoid harm.

boom! !

boom! ! !
After several consecutive heavy blows, the energy of the maze was rapidly consumed, and the gray mist gradually became dim, until Alan took a deep breath and slashed with the sword again.

boom! !

boom! ! !
A crisp sound like breaking glass reached Allen's ears, and a strong wind burst out from the building, quickly sweeping towards the surrounding space. Then a relatively fresh air rushed into Allen's nose and tongue, and the maze barrier was finally violently broken.

"City Lord..."

The demon army of West Wind Fortress had already been guarding a one-mile radius around the auction site, not only to prevent interference from the outside world, but also to respond to the actions of the city lord Moises in the maze as soon as possible.

The legendary Berserker leader who was leading the army was about to speak, but he did not see the familiar aura of the Balor in the ruined building. Instead, he saw a bear goblin traveler from another dimension whose aura was as majestic as the mountains and the ocean. He could not continue speaking.

After being stunned for a moment, the expression of the legendary Berserker changed again. Although his eyes were full of awe and uneasiness, the words he uttered were harsh: "Who are you? Why are you at the West Wind Auction?" The demon leader's huge mental power and his bright vertical pupils were focused on the ruined venue, trying to search for the city lord and several ministers. However, except for the bloodstains on the ground and the messy and dilapidated building ruins, there were no other demon compatriots participating in the auction.

The Berserker Leader's heart was falling into the abyss, and his body involuntarily moved back a few centimeters, with the pair of scimitars in his hands making a crackling sound.

Alan, standing among the ruins, simply ignored the group of demon warriors that surrounded him. He just concentrated his mind slightly and expanded the terrifying mental force field to the limit to sense the same mental power filaments that were quietly lurking in the sea of ​​consciousness of the Soul Judge Flax.

Soon, Alan felt a faint mental response, and then he just glanced coldly at this elite-looking demon army, then he paused, stood up from the ground, and quickly flew towards the east.

The Berserker Leader hesitated again and again, but he didn't dare to give the order to pursue. After a struggle in his mind, he issued an order in a sullen manner: "Search the auction venue carefully, don't miss any details!!"

Although the Berserker had a bad premonition in his heart, he did not dare to have any other thoughts without solid evidence. After all, the demigod demon who ruled this city was so notorious that it could make a child stop crying.

Of course, some things can still be prepared in advance. Even if you find out later that your guess is wrong, you can still find a reason to defend it: "Pass on my order, transfer the East City garrison into the inner city, and block all important strongholds in the inner city."

"Especially the City Lord's Treasury!!"

"Yes!!"

A voice sounded around the Berserker, but no figure appeared. Soon, a large army from East City slowly entered the city, causing countless residents to make wild guesses.

At this time, Alan had already flown dozens of miles away, and was chasing his goal based on the feedback given by his own mental force field.

After all, Alan is an old man who is hundreds of years old. Although he did not predict that the Soul Judge would harm him together with the demigod demon Moises, it is impossible for him to be without any defense when he handed over a grandmaster-level dish to the other party for auction.

When the Soul Judge tried to seize the food, and then showed his strength to punish the opponent, Allen quietly put his mental seal into the opponent's sea of ​​consciousness. The Soul Judge was frightened by his terrifying mental pressure, and his mind and body were tortured. It was impossible for him to notice that the seal had lurked in the sea of ​​consciousness.

This mental talisman has no other effects. It will only resonate when Alan's mental field is unfolded and vibrates, and then give weak feedback to indicate the direction.

Although this feedback is not obvious in order to avoid being detected by the host, so that Alan can only roughly sense its direction and distance, but as long as they are in the same plane, no matter how far away the other party is from him, it can provide certain information so that he will not lose it.

The time that Allen was trapped in the maze and fighting with Moises and his gang of powerful demons was actually not very long, no more than 26 magic hours at most. Adding the time wasted by the greedy Soul Judge who was trying to steal the wealth in the fortress's warehouse, he has now escaped from the West Wind Fortress for no more than 1000 miles.

Chasing at full speed, Allen clearly felt that the distance between himself and his opponent was rapidly closing.