I, one soul, two bodies, the devil hero

"..."

Luo Feng spent almost the entire night experimenting with the feasibility of this alchemical creation, and Heidi was also doing her best to cooperate with Luo Feng's testing.

I learned a lot of vague data from her. The second improvement of Iron Desire Girl will rely on this data to a large extent.

After all, it is an armor tailor-made for Heidi, so it can be called armor.

Although it cannot be used in actual combat for the time being, it should not be a problem to use it for daily entertainment.

It was not until the second half of the night that Luo Feng released Heidi, who was so tired that she was almost unconscious, from this mechanical equipment.

He released her from the already soaked protective gelatin, and observed and recorded the bruises and swellings on her body.

Then he dragged her into the bathroom and washed her thoroughly before changing her into pajamas, putting her on the bed and covering her with a thin quilt.

Then, like an octopus, it wrapped itself around Heidi and fell asleep.

The night is dark, the moonlight outside the window hangs high in the sky, illuminating the mottled shadows of the trees on the ground, and it is quiet and ethereal.

Heidi, who was already exhausted, suddenly opened her bright eyes and tried to call out weakly, "Master...are you asleep?"

No one responded

……

After returning to the Demon Realm, Luo Feng teleported the four demons, Felix, Eliog, Gracialabos, and Hampa, to the Demon Palace.

Luo Feng made a topographic map made of sand and soil for the four demons to discuss how to deal with the nobles' counterattack.

At first everyone was a little confused, but soon those who understood the topographic map began to argue.

Hampa advocated that the Demon Realm team should voluntarily give up part of the occupied territory and retreat first. After making contact with the Demon Realm troops, they should launch a general attack on those in Greenwell to let them know the price of provoking the Demon Realm.

Gracia Lapos advocated starting a large-scale projection ceremony. He only needed to project 30% of his strength onto the battlefield, and he would be able to lead the 500,000 troops of the Demon Realm to be invincible.

It will be a massacre!

The corpses of the enemies will be piled together, and their blood will gather like countless streams into a lake, flooding the land.

And he will give the enemy the final mercy, a gorgeous and artistic killing.

Eliog wanted to mobilize the secret agents hidden in the noble army to assassinate the enemy's generals and behead them.

When all the leaders were killed, naturally there would be no one left to command the army of three million people...

Luo Feng felt a headache after hearing this. What kind of nonsense is this? It is almost impossible to project 30% of the Demon God's strength onto the battlefield. Even if it is realized, the resources consumed will be enormous.

Moreover, Luo Feng did not want to see so many people die. After all, these soldiers were innocent, and the people behind them were the ones who deserved to be put to death.

The only feasible option is probably the dove's suggestion, which is to unite the armies and force them back.

Felix, who had been silent for a while, suddenly spoke up, "If that's the case, why didn't my Lord send a new demon god to stop this army?

To the gods, even if they are five million or ten million, they are still weak and pitiful ants, and it is just a matter of stepping on them a few more times..."

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Chapter 151 Leave or Die

The warriors marched across the endless Lesdog grassland.

The advance army of one million people made them look powerful.

It was like a wave spanning dozens of kilometers, ready to flatten all obstacles in their way.

They are well-equipped and have strict formations. Almost all the soldiers have strength of level three or above. The combination of two forbidden spell mages and two sword masters makes this army nearly invincible in terms of high-end combat power!

The commander of this army is none other than the legendary god of war, Carmen. This has made everyone's already inflated hearts rise to another level.

Even the faces of the soldiers at the lowest level were filled with excitement and pride. Having never participated in the confrontation with the Demon Realm, they could not imagine what kind of enemy could stop such an invincible army!

The real war has not yet begun, but judging from their expressions, it seems that the final victory of the war has already been achieved.

"General Carmen, we still have half a day before we reach the demon-occupied territory. Would you like to let the soldiers rest for a while?

They have been marching continuously for more than twelve hours."

Carmen shook her head and said, "No need to rest. Everyone is looking forward to a baptism of blood and fire. Stopping now will only make them more tired on the battlefield later."

"I will follow your command. General Carmen will need your care on the battlefield." Noel said with a smile.

"You don't need to say more." Carmen said coldly, "Since you have agreed to take over this army, I will do my best to bring everyone back alive."

Noel smiled but said nothing.

When everyone thought that they would arrive at the Demon Realm base smoothly, the scouts ahead suddenly brought news that a demon appeared in front of the army and said that the person in front of him was their leader.

Hanging in the air, it looks to be of a high level.

The demons took the initiative to contact Greenwell's army? This was somewhat unusual, at least it had never happened in previous wars.

Carmen wanted to drive her horse to the front of the team, but was stopped by Noel.

"Let me go. The other party may not be here to negotiate, but just want to assassinate the leader. I am just an insignificant supervisor. I can die, but you can't." Noel said in a flat tone.

Carmen raised her hand to stop him, but no sound came out. He was right, everyone in this army could die, except him.

Because he is the core of this team, the faith of everyone, and the commander of this war.

When he looked at Noel Monroe again, the look in his eyes was no longer filled with disgust and contempt, but respect for a soldier.

The mighty army stopped and the troops separated to both sides like a tide, revealing a path wide enough for one person to pass.

Noel, wearing silver armor and riding a strong black-scaled horse, came to the front of the team with steady steps.

He stared at the demon who had a pair of broad black wings and whose entire body was covered in black armor.

"I am the leader of this army, Demon, what do you want to say?"

"Take your army and leave this land." The demon said coldly, and two overlapping voice lines came out of his alienated larynx. It sounded strangely sacred, like the chant of an elf traveling from ancient times.

The two-meter-long wings fluttered gently, the long black hair flew in the air, and the golden and black eyes carried the brilliance of the Hittites.

"The battlefield, shaped by war and turmoil, cannot be calmed down. Corpses have filled all the gullies, blood has stained every inch of land, and the dead souls have filled the passage leading to the land of reincarnation.

The brief peace is the mercy of the Lord, because your ignorance disturbs the Lord's sleep.

The moment the Supreme Being on the throne opens his eyes, everyone will perish and be annihilated!"

The high-pitched and majestic voice was like the chanting of a demon god, and the extremely powerful aura mixed with the pressure that frightened all creatures covered an army of millions of people!

A visible wave of air exploded with the demon as the center, creating waves on the grass.

All the horses were neighing in anxiety, and thousands of knights who faced the pressure even fainted on the spot, lying on the ground together with their horses.

A large open space was cleared, and only Noel was left there. Xiao was like this, and the black-scaled horse under him was also like a madman, struggling frantically, trying to escape from here.

It felt a fear from this woman that was deeper than death.

Noah gritted his teeth and punched the black-scaled horse on the neck, breaking its cervical vertebrae. He got rid of the out-of-control crazy horse and jumped off the horse's back.

He took off his helmet and drew a sharp sword inlaid with elemental gems from his waist.

His short golden hair was disheveled in the wind and his face was resolute, like a Templar who wanted to protect his faith and will with his life.

"This is my final advice to you, humans.

Leave or die!"

The demon god was suspended in the air, looking high and mighty, his eyes full of indifference.

Before she was reincarnated as a demon, she hated humans and believed that they were lowly ants, a lowly species that should not exist in this world.

After reincarnation, the murderous intent towards the human race that was imprinted on his soul was completely preserved.

If it weren't for the Demon Lord's order, she would have turned this million-man army into a gorgeous and spectacular painting.

Using red as the base color, their flesh and blood will be evenly spread on the land.

She wanted to paint the image of the Demon Lord she revered the most, even if she could only depict one thousandth or one ten-thousandth of his beauty.

Noel did not reply. The aristocratic ideals instilled in him since childhood made it impossible for him to retreat even a single step. He could die standing, but he could never live on his knees.

Noel Monroe's dignity must not be lost, and the dignity of the Monroe family requires him to defend it with his life!

But if he answered, tens or even hundreds of thousands of soldiers would die in an instant.

Just because I answered for their lives on their behalf.

Noel Monroe couldn't do it either. It was a weight he simply couldn't bear.

He could only use silence to delay for a few seconds, and then use his life to defend his dignity.

As for the rest, he no longer wanted to think about it. It was just a pity for the beautiful noble ladies in the capital. They must feel lonely on the nights without him.

Maybe she would even take advantage of the night, away from her husband or fiancé, and shed a tear for herself.

It's so heartbreaking.

Just when Noel Monroe was ready to face death, a burly figure blocked his way, making him slightly stunned.

"Sword Saint Ashburn..."

“Okay, little Monroe, you’ve done a great job, but now you have to step back.

Next up is the home ground for us old guys!"

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Chapter 152 Dragon Flame Demon Slayer Sword

His gray curly hair was scattered behind his head, and his weather-beaten old face was covered with a few tufts of black and white stubble.

The tattered adventurer's coat had not been changed for who knows how long, and it had a sour smell.

When he opened his mouth, he saw a mouthful of yellow teeth. I would have thought he was a destitute beggar who came out from somewhere.

But Noel knew the true identity of this man, the legendary Sword Saint of Fire!

A tenth-level professional, one of the most advanced beings among humans!

When Noel was a child, he had heard the story of the Saint of Fire from his ancestors. Before he was born, this man had already stood at the top of the Greenwell continent.

He had challenged countless powerful humans and never lost a single one.

After realizing that he was invincible, he climbed the holy mountain to challenge the gods. After being severely wounded by a shot from the god of war, he disappeared from everyone's sight.

Some people think he is dead, while others think he is still alive.

But no one can tell.

And he appeared again in this war!

As a guardian.

In fact, after he disappeared, although he tried his best to hide, he was still discovered by someone who tempted him with power and money and invited him to join, but he refused.

A man had been wandering on the mainland for more than 30 years. In the past, no matter who came to find him, it was useless. But this time, the messenger only used four words.

"There are gods to kill."

The blade that had been sharpened for thirty years once again appeared in front of everyone in the most fierce and domineering posture!

The burning fighting spirit in the old man's eyes almost ignited the air.

It seemed as if he had returned to thirty years ago, to his most prosperous period, with his Dragon Flame Demon-Slaying Sword, which could break and cut through anything.

Invincible and worldly.

Ling Ran's arrogance made his back infinitely magnified, like a giant holding up the heaven and earth, or like a sharp blade that cuts through the heaven and earth, blocking the breath of the devil in front of him.

A long sword burning with red flames tore through the space and appeared in Ashburn's hand.

"Old friend, nice to see you again." Ashborn stroked the flaming blade as if he was stroking the skin of his lover.

Flames rose from the blade, reaching half a meter high, distorting the surrounding air, and the surrounding temperature suddenly rose by more than ten degrees.

The green grass under my feet turned yellow at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then burned and turned into ashes...

"Leave, or die," the demon repeated, slowly raising her hand, and a strong black light began to condense between her fingers.