Doom Knight System

The noisy voices in the tavern gradually stopped, and under the dim candlelight, both pairs of vicious eyes turned around, and the air was filled with a tyrannical killing atmosphere.

These demons are all looking at Lancelow, and Lancelow's huge body naturally gives them a suffocating and oppressive feeling. No demon likes this feeling. Some demons retreat slightly, but most aggressive demons Can't wait to draw the weapon.

The wildebeest town in the barren grassland has forcibly gathered the cruelest demons in hell together, and corpses are dragged out from here every day, maybe just because of a word, a look, it will cause a bloody fight, In the end, the winner stays and continues to drink, while the loser becomes rations for hellhounds.

"Welcome, you are strong again." A dark goblin about 1.5 meters tall flapped two pairs of transparent wings like dragonflies, flew up and sat on Lancelot's shoulder with a charming smile.

Lancelow grabbed the dark elf casually, bowed his head and kissed her, and said, "Get ready to eat, ten times the amount."

The dark elf twisted in Lancelot's arms, licked her red lips provocatively, and then flew away.

Lancelow turned a blind eye to the eyes of the demons around him, and walked through the middle step by step.His footsteps were steady, slow but powerful, and the huge weight of his body pressed against the floor, screaming in pain.

"Kaka" seems to have a wonderful melody every time, stepping on the apex of the demons' hearts every time.

The tavern owner is a smooth-skinned, seductive succubus. Her tight leather jacket reflects her fiery figure. A pair of purple bat wings behind her symbolize her status. Features of evolution.

This succubus is called Jessica. Her beauty is well-known in hell. There are countless powerful demon lords who want to take it as their own, but no one has succeeded. She can survive in a place like hell. Demons are not fools, and from this we can see Jessica's tricks.

Jessica lifted her body lazily, and the white semi-circular ball looked even more attractive under the candlelight. Before Lancelow approached the bar, she said in an ambiguous voice: "Damn it! You have successfully returned! Dear The devil's wings, what good things did they bring this time? Is it a rare collection or the bad news of death?"

She was very smart to point out Lancelot's address first, which can eliminate many conflicts than necessary.She didn't want to wash the floor again, damn it, water in hell is worth more than gold.

Sure enough, those thugs who were eager to get along were all settled down.Devil Wings!This title represented absolute strength in the barren grassland.Many demons tried to get this title, but all died at the hands of the devil without exception.

Violent, bloody killing methods, brutal, fierce physique, let the proud devil recognize the status of the devil's wings.

The first condition for Devil Wings is to successfully sacrifice the will of the abyss three times through bloody battles, gain the favor and blessing of the will of the abyss, and kill a high-ranking devil at the same time.

Although the devil and the devil both live in hell, they are hostile and hate each other, even the degree of hatred far exceeds that of the common enemy angel.

Demons belong to the chaotic evil alignment, while devils belong to the lawful evil alignment, just like two sides of a coin.

Demons are more inclined to destruction and destruction, advocating bloody battles and bravery, and despise demons, creatures that rely on conspiracy for a living, and call them hypocrites.

The devil likes to ridicule that the devil is a brainless creature, unorganized, undisciplined, and often counterattacked by the enemy when he has an advantage.

Demons are relatively simple-minded, and they win by numbers. Demon lords continue to recruit all kinds of younger brothers (Rose's drow, Yeenoghu's gnoll, Baphomet's Minotaur, Demogorgon's twins, etc.) Giants, Grizzt's jackals, Jubilex's slimes, Oakes' undead...), and then lead his men to conquer or destroy (in fact, for demons, there is no obvious difference between the two) the material plane noodle.

Devils are quite different. Although each one is a clever fraudster, they are the most hierarchical and contract-oriented race. 】

"What are the devil's wings? Kneel down to grandpa, you stupid big man!" A minotaur stood up drunkenly, with a mace in his hand on his shoulder, and walked over with three steps, blocking the On the road ahead of Lancelow, it is also extremely tall, but standing in front of Lancelow is like a child.

The Minotaur paid the price for its recklessness without seeing the mocking eyes around it.

A pair of icy gazes projected from Lancelot's pupils, and pressure followed like a prehistoric monster. The Minotaur was as clever as a basin of ice water poured on its head in summer, before it could open its mouth again Lancelot stretched out a thick arm at some point, and opened his left hand slightly. On his hand was a ferocious metal glove with a bronze luster, which was firmly fixed on the head of the Minotaur.

"Push!"

The head was shattered, and the mixture of blood and brain matter was splashed everywhere.

Immediately afterwards, Lancelot's left hand went down, and after a stroke, the headless corpse was divided into two halves from the middle.The demons were stimulated by the blood, and the atmosphere suddenly became heated. Devil Wing once again proved his strength. After a long silence, cheers erupted from the tavern.

Soon a few cowards ran over and dragged the corpse into a corner, followed by the sound of chewing and tearing.

"Respect the Devil's Wing! He deserves to be the son of the abyss!"

"Respect him!..."

"Respect him...!"

Countless demons stood up one after another and raised their wine glasses high. Soon after a glass of wine, all the demons walked out of the tavern. The strong are entitled to the right to be quiet.

This night was destined to be restless with the arrival of Devil Wings. The demons spread to other taverns in Wildebeest Town against the storm, and spread the news of Devil Wings' return throughout the town.

Lancelot pulled the largest round table and sat down. The table was just enough to put his body down, and the four thick solid wooden table legs were pressed into the soil inch by inch by the huge weight.

"Have a glass of the strongest rum!" Lancelot said in a deep voice, then untied the giant sword behind him, stood it casually beside him, pulled it out of its sheath, and wiped it gently on his leg. As soon as the sword is released, it seems that all the surrounding light is absorbed by the sword. The sword is two meters and eight meters long, and the sword body is wide and black in color.

This sword is one of the harvests this time. It was found in the lair of the Horn. From the perspective of style, it should be a weapon made by a dwarf. For some reason, it was exiled to hell.