Witch Monastery

Just like Anno now, the plate armor on her body, the shield in her hand, the ring on her hand and the cloak on her back are all priceless items. At this time, they all emit protective magical auras, guarding her body.

Coupled with the "Shield Spell", a spell that focuses on explosively improving defensive capabilities in a short period of time, before all the shield spells are exhausted, she already has the capital to compete with the Demon Lord!

“Damn Paladin——!”

Seeing that he had failed to kill Anno with two sword strikes, Monbot roared in anger. He didn't care about cutting off the vines on his body. He swung the double-headed sword with both arms and continued to chase Anno.

But the latter relied on his high speed and layers of protection all over his body, and was not afraid of his attack now that he could not move. He circled around his body and mainly dodged, and when he got the chance, he would suddenly add a painful Holy Slash with the sword!

When she saw the sixteen magic explosion circles above Hawthorne's body starting to vent their firepower non-stop, she understood that Hawthorne was the main output of this battle.

Her task is to divert this guy's attention and create a stable output environment for him!

She still has four more chances to cast the shield, and she can still hold on for at least another twenty-four seconds!

She succeeded, and during this period, the sixteen magic circles in the sky did not stop for a moment, and beams of magic energy continued to shoot out and fall on him one after another.

They were attacking, bombing, and disintegrating his body, leaving bowl-sized holes on his surface.

The Curse of Fragility and the Curse of the Sword, these two curses took effect one after another, causing his body to disintegrate and his internal organs to split. In just twenty seconds, this Lord of the Abyss, who had just been so glorious, was already riddled with holes!

The damage continued to accumulate, layer after layer, and in the blink of an eye, Monbot's body was on the verge of destruction!

"Ugh—!"

The shadow of death rose in his mind, and an uncontrolled roar finally emanated from the throat of the Abyss Lord.

He miscalculated. He thought these guys were just a bunch of poor, weaklings who couldn't even afford magic weapons. So, relying on the Demon Lord's immunity to non-magical weapons, he was absolutely

Invincible!

He had never imagined that magic could be used in this way. A weak spellcaster who seemed to have not even mastered a sixth-ring spell could actually inflict fatal pain on himself!

Miscalculation, miscalculation, miscalculation!

No, no, no, I am only one step away from my divine weapon, how can I die here!

I want to use his blood to complete the final step of my artifact!

"what--!"

He roared furiously, and finally, facing the crisis of death and intense pain, the sanity he had maintained for decades was finally shattered, and rage and impulse once again prevailed in his heart!

No matter how rational, self-disciplined, cunning and treacherous he is, the essence of Monbot is a demon, an absolute lord of the abyss who represents the ultimate chaos and evil!

"Roar--!"

A tremendous amount of magical power burst out from his body, and he finally stopped paying attention to Anno who was circling around him. He cut off the roots of the tree on the ground with his double-headed sword, then spread out his four hooves and charged towards Hawthorne furiously!

He swore that he would chop off this guy's head!

"Danger!"

Seeing that Mompot no longer cared about him and rushed straight towards his sweetheart, Annuo's expression suddenly changed drastically. He no longer wandered around, but charged forward desperately, slashing Mompot continuously with the long sword in his hand, trying to get his attention back!

"Devil, die!"

The giant bear Luger, who had been circling around for most of the day, suddenly roared and pounced on the back of Mompot, hugged his tail, and tried to use his body to slow down his pace!

But unfortunately, the Abyss Lord now had no interest in the actions of these two people. There was only one thing left in his eyes.

Hawthorne's head!

"Humph……"

In the back, Adele groaned. The upgraded spell that she had just maintained with all her heart and soul was forcibly interrupted. She suddenly felt a painful feeling as if her soul was broken.

She failed to fulfill her promise. After all, she underestimated the way an abyss lord could fight magic and overestimated her own spellcasting ability.

But now she didn't care about her discomfort and apology. Seeing Monport rushing straight towards Hawthorne, her face suddenly changed. She grabbed the latter and was about to drag him away: "Danger, I'll take you away!"

As she spoke, she was about to cast the spell forcefully, but then, she suddenly coughed violently, and two lines of blood flowed from her nose. She had reached the limit of her body!

And Hawthorne, looking at Mompot rushing towards him, finally stopped firing the magic energy explosion, his eyes full of fatigue.

Using the metamagic specialty of "Instant Spell" also has a certain price. At the very least, within half a minute, nearly 40 points of mana flowed out of him, and the pressure brought by this was almost the total amount of three nine-ring spells!

However, the power brought by these costs was somewhat unsatisfactory. Obviously, even though twenty magic energy explosions were performed and eighty fierce energy beams were fired, it was still a little short of really killing it.

Sure enough, the data in the game is not very reliable in reality.

Eighty rounds of magic energy exploded. Even if the incarnation of the Spider Queen came, it would be dead. Haha...

However, it didn't matter. His health bar had obviously been emptied, and he must be close to death.

Looking at the huge demon lord charging towards him, Hawthorne took out a mana recovery pearl from his dimensional bag without panic. After absorbing the mana inside, he stared at Monbot's movements.

Come on, Lord of the Abyss, come here!

Let me purify you and become my purification points!

He thought so in his heart, but then, a brown figure swung a huge axe and rushed towards Monbot's figure: "Huo-Sang-!"

That person was Danqi. As he charged, his eyes were still wide open, and a dull roar came from his throat, like a person's unwilling roar before death: "I'll block it, you take care of the damage!"

The orc leaped up and slashed at Mompot's body, as if he came here just to die!

Use your own life to buy Hawthorne another second to attack!

Chapter 385 Purification of the Demon Lord

Hawthorne was stunned for a moment by Danqi's sudden brave action. But then he also took a step forward and rushed forward with him!

He now felt hot all over, with pains in many places, as if he were in the most uncomfortable state of Yang Shi, with a fever of over 40 degrees;

His legs were a little weak, and he ran with a deep and shallow movement, like a drunkard running;

These were all symptoms of pouring out too much magic power in a short period of time. His body, which had not yet reached legendary status, could not adapt to this load for the time being.

But, at this moment, he absolutely cannot retreat!

"Ugh—!"

In front, the leading Danqi let out a furious roar from his throat, suddenly leaped up, and chopped the huge axe straight at Mompot's chest!

The latter swung his double-headed sword violently, and in an instant the two sides' weapons collided. The orc who overestimated his own strength was knocked away, and bright red hot blood splattered, drawing a scarlet blood line in the air!

However, his goal had been achieved. With this life-or-death leap, he actually bought Hawthorne a second!

Behind him, Hawthorne arrived soon after. The dark energy of the Fallen Shadow Underworld intertwined in midair and turned into a magical long sword. As he moved, it pierced into the darkness.

Potter's body!

This little bit of damage was just a drop in the ocean and couldn't cause any trouble. But then, Hawthorne silently said, "Purification!"

Om-!

A strong white light suddenly lit up, and the purifying power that had been upgraded to the third-level monastery began to erode the body of the Abyss Lord!

Monport's eyes suddenly widened: "What?!"

At this moment, the anger that he had felt because of his own miscalculation and being severely injured and on the verge of death was extinguished as if a basin of cold water was poured on him, and what replaced it was a deep shock!

what happened? !

What kind of ability does he have that he can actually point directly to my soul!

Before, even though he was seriously injured and on the verge of death, the furious Monpot was still fearless. He had actually earned enough on this trip to the material world. Even if the double-headed sword had not been promoted to a divine weapon, it was only a step away.

Even if he died right now, his soul would return to the bottomless abyss plane that he dominated and be resurrected, which would be a huge profit that other demon lords would envy.

He was just a little greedy and felt that he could still earn more. After all, later, when those eight strong men were defeated by the Balor Flame Demon and the Giant Bull Demon, he could go over and harvest their souls to advance further.

However, because of his momentary carelessness, he was going to lose this opportunity. How could he not be angry?

In his rage, he wanted to kill the culprit who caused all this, the white-haired human spellcaster, and devour his soul!

In this way, he could resolve the anger and unwillingness in his heart and return to the bottomless abyss to resurrect.

But he never expected that when he tried to kill him, this human being, he could actually hurt his own soul?!

"Do not--!"

He was shocked and angry, and swung the double-headed sword, and slashed at Huo Sang with all his might. The soul was his foundation, and there must be no damage. Even the slightest damage would be irreparable!

His trip to the material world would immediately go from making a lot of money to losing everything!

He wanted to chop off Hawthorne's head immediately, but at this moment, the latter chanted another spell: "Shield!"

hum-

The magic force field of the shield spell lit up, and then the huge double-headed sword fell. Monbot felt that he had shattered several layers of protective force fields in one breath, but when the sharp blade slashed at him, the force was weakened to the point that he could hardly move!

The purifying white power had already reached deep into his soul. His broken body could no longer provide any protection for his soul, and the next moment he would be annihilated!

He hastily raised his weapon, intending to strike again, but the next second, a strong minotaur suddenly rushed under his blade, pointing the fine steel axe in his hand directly at the gash in his chest -

boom--!

The minotaur hit his arm, and the double-headed sword's blade suddenly tilted. Hawthorne took the opportunity to add a fourth ring of false life to himself, and thus, the Abyss Lord lost the last chance to kill Hawthorne!

"Do not--!"

Montport roared in horror, no longer having any anger or shock, only endless terror in his heart!

Absolutely, absolutely not let the soul be in danger!

My soul must escape!

Thinking of this, he looked at his double-headed sword and a crazy idea came to his mind.

The next moment, he held the double-headed sword and suddenly stabbed it into his own body!

laugh--

The final fatal blow was actually inflicted by himself using his most proud weapon!

The double-headed sword glowed with a scarlet glow, and instinctively began to devour souls. A sense of absurdity could not help but surface in Monport's mind. Could it be that he was the last sacrifice to make the weapon a divine artifact?

He didn't know, but now he had no time to think. His soul entered the double-headed sword to avoid it, and he lost control of his soul. The demonic energy contained in the huge body of the Abyss Lord suddenly began to go out of control, causing his entire body to glow and swell!

A blinding glow lit up in the hole created by the explosion of magic energy, and the next moment, there was an earth-shattering explosion—

boom--!

A blinding beam of light shot up into the sky, and terrifying energy vented out. The ground beneath Monport's feet was pierced by the explosion, and countless earth and rocks collapsed, and Hawthorne and Toren, who were standing above, also fell together!

The bottom of the mountain had long been hollowed out by the burrowing demon insects, so at this moment, the two people closest to it also fell into the intricate cave below!

The shock wave generated by the explosion spread out in all directions, and even those who were far away were not spared. The powerful energy swept across, and regardless of whether they were near or far, a large number of refugees were knocked to the ground by the shock wave, and some even flew backwards.

The sounds of screaming and crying never ceased. Even though this demon was dead, it was still restless.

"Hawthorne--!"

An Nuo screamed and tried to rush over to grab his hand, but the shock wave also knocked her body away.

When she stood up again and was about to continue running, a strong feeling of fatigue suddenly crept over her body.

It turned out that under the impact of the explosion, Die could no longer maintain her concentration on the acceleration spell, and the spell had stopped!

The side effects of the spell hit her body, and she was almost exhausted for a moment. Her legs went soft and she fell to the ground. She could only watch in despair as Hawthorne disappeared into the pit!

Rumble, rumble——

The explosion and collapse triggered a chain of small earthquakes, but fortunately they soon ceased. The refugees who had escaped death looked at the bottomless pit with lingering fear and doubt, not sure whether they were really safe.

And at this moment, suddenly, a burst of teleportation magic light appeared, exactly the same as the way Monpot just appeared.

The many refugees here were like frightened birds. They immediately picked up their weapons and responded vigilantly.

Then they saw, when the light got brighter, ten scarred and miserable-looking figures appeared here.

Among these people, there was a tall and thin figure with deer antlers on his head, wearing a tattered, largely burnt robe of colorful bird feathers. He was none other than the Archdruid of the Mountain Cleansers Alliance, Ilarod.

Seeing him, the refugees immediately breathed a sigh of relief. The strongest person they knew and could rely on appeared, and the hearts that had been in their throats fell back into their stomachs, and they felt at ease.

On the contrary, Ilarod's heart was in his throat. He looked around and couldn't help but speak anxiously: "How are you? How many casualties? Where is Nidalee?"

The last question was what he really wanted to ask.

Among the ten people, there was a very beautiful nun, Celine. She frowned slightly, and her body turned into a stream of light, flashing to the edge of the pit, looking down, and remained silent.

She looked a little disheveled, with burns on her face and hands. Obviously, the battle with the Balrog had made her feel a lot of pressure.

But at least she managed to maintain her composure and not lose her composure.

Behind her, the others were not so quiet. The middle-aged female half-elf Redemption Knight also stepped forward and asked anxiously, "Where is Monbot? Where did the Abyss Lord go? What happened to the explosion just now? Who can answer us?"