Necromancy God of Heroes of Might and Magic

2021-01-16

  Chapter 1698 Anyavelli II

The light curtain formed by the fiery lava, Aveli's figure submerged.

Enveloped in lava, Anjaveli's body was steaming, but he didn't feel pain.

"Damn..."

In the face of the sneak attack launched by the demon, Anyaveli let out a low roar.

Although Anyavelli didn't know what means the demon relied on to eject these lava, his actions had deeply aroused the anger of this high-level demon.

"You idiot, how dare you take the lava and deal with the pure-blooded demon born in the depths of purgatory! Damn it, I will definitely kill you!"

Anyavelli He raised his hand and wiped the hot lava covering his face, revealing his dark red eyes.

No matter who sent the abyss demon, no matter what his intentions were, Anyavelli was not going to leave his life, his behavior of spraying lava deeply angered this high tier devil.

For bloodline pure high-level demons, the most intolerable thing is the offense from low-level demons. Once this behavior occurs, it often ends in death.

The fire of hatred shot out from Anyaveli's eyes, and in front of his eyes, the picture of the demon being torn to pieces seemed to have emerged.

Anyavelli seems to have thought of countless ways to torture the abyss demon. In hell, there is no shortage of tools to torture other demons.

However, all those pictures are just Anyavelli's own imagination, and the actual situation that is happening in front of him will not change in any way because of his imagination.

Under the gaze of Anyavelli, the seemingly ordinary demon in front of him suddenly released a dark red mist, and he himself seemed to have lifted some kind of disguise. The body became huge, and the skin became dark yellow.

After removing the disguise, the dark yellow demon revealed his true body, and his size surpassed that of Anyavelli. The originally huge pure-blood demon, in front of the dark yellow demon who revealed his true body, is like the gap between an adult and a child.

With the appearance of the dark yellow demon, the dull oppression filled the entire dock hall, and even the outward passage was blocked at this time.

Looking at the incomparably gigantic demon and the dark red mist he released, Anyavelli was stunned for a moment, and before he said anything, his entire body was shrouded in the mist.

"This is... the power of the disease?" He seemed to have thought of something, and he made his own judgment about this red fog.

Anyavelli, who has the ability to detect lies, knew that what the demon said was the truth, and he did not deceive the slightest language.

According to what the demon said, among those demons who entered the magic dock first and have now left, there is indeed a strong Archfiend who can use the power of plague.

According to what Anyavelli felt, the demon who used the power of the plague was probably the dark yellow demon in front of him.

Anyavelli didn't know the purpose of the dark yellow demon, but judging from his behavior of spraying lava, the demon was obviously a bad guy.

Under the shroud of this dark red fog, the bloodline belonging to the high-level demons allows Anyavelli to see through the obstacles in front of him and look directly at the enemy outside the fog.

Anyavelli raised his hand, and there were several tiny red dots on his arm. Compared with the size of his body, the red dots were so small that if you didn't look carefully, you couldn't find them at all. To the extent, apart from this, he could not feel any difference.

Feeling the killing intent emanating from the dark yellow demon, Anyavelli sent out coldly snorted, with a bit of disdain in his eyes.

"Is this the power that belongs to the plague? It seems that this power has no effect on a pure bloodline demon like me."

Looking at the arm , the barely visible red dot, said Anyavelli contemptuously.

The bloodline of the high-level demons brought him a strong resistance, similar to the power of the plague, and there was not even a decent spell that caused him high damage. I don't understand why the dark yellow demon released this red fog, but from the results, this red fog did not have any effect.

However, for some reason, from the calm and calm eyes of the dark yellow demon, Anyavelli felt a little strange.

Maybe it was because the dark yellow demon was too calm, or maybe it was because of the faint perception of danger in his heart. Although he was not hurt by the epidemic, he always felt that something was wrong.

Raising his hand, Anyavelli was about to show off the power of a pure-blooded demon and attack the dark yellow demon, but he felt exhausted and could not exert his strength.

He lowered his head, only to see the red dot on his arm, which had already spread. He tried to touch these red dots, but only felt a soft touch. The tenacious skin that originally belonged to high-level demons was undergoing some kind of special change at this moment.

"What did you do?" Anyavelli asked, but got no answer from the dark yellow demon.

Anyavili, who sensed something was wrong, spread his wings behind him, his feet just left the ground, and was about to rely on the powerful power of the high-level demon to directly break through the possible blockade, and suddenly felt the whole body. With a single weight, the next moment fell from the air to the ground, in front of the dark yellow demon.

He didn't understand what was going on. He tried to flap the huge bat wing behind him, but no response came from behind him. He turned around and looked at his back in disbelief. The bat wing that belonged to him was clearly intact, but there was no consciousness there, as if the bat wing didn't exist at all.

Anyavelli had never heard of this power, and even the Archfiend bloodline, which was able to recognize the abilities of other demons, did not have a single record of this unique power.

This may be a unique spell, or something else, but at this time, Anjaveli feels the fear of the unknown under the limitation of this power.

Even though the bat wings behind him could not be used, and the arm was faintly abnormal, Anjaveli did not give up. He stared at the dark yellow demon, and dark flames ignited around him.

What awaits him is the sneer from the dark yellow demon and the slightly raised hands.

next moment, dark liquid spewed out of Anyavili's body. The red dots that appeared on the surface of his body had now become the vent of the dark liquid, and his body was rapidly dissolving , and the power in his body is also rapidly draining.

"I will accept the demon bloodline that belongs to you."

Just when Anyavili was confused, he heard the dark yellow demon in his ear. words.

The next moment, his body exploded, and instead of blood, the viscous liquid of dark green spewed out of it.

(end of this chapter)