Doom Knight System

The wind was howling, the wind was blowing, and the evil light of the blood moon fell on the barren grassland. The sudden drop in temperature made the lava gushing out of the ground dim.

Lonely Castle is the residence of a demon lord. This time the reward mission is for the entire hell. The Durken family is not confident that they can complete the mission, so there is this summoning from Wildebeest Town.

After walking for most of the night, Lancelot regretted that he should not have acted with these idiots, so he simply left the team, found a place to rest in the wind, dug a hole with the giant sword in his hand, and raised bonfire.

Regardless of the fact that most of the demons have a strong body, and natural spells are also biased towards fire, but all creatures like warmth, which is the nature of creatures.

"Berserker, get out of your fire pit, and get out!" The fallen angel flapped its wings and flew down from the Komodo undead monster, provocatively.

"Are you an idiot? Kid, do you know what you're doing?" Lancelot stood up suddenly, his eyes were cold, and the giant sword in his hand swung a gust of wind, and then roared: "Go dig a hole yourself, now It's you who should go."

"Heck... Who gave you the courage to talk to a high-ranking demon like this? Are you really not afraid of death?" The fallen angel trembled angrily.

"We are demons, we are warriors, don't play tricks like those humans, kill me if you want, I, Leach, will not be afraid of anyone." Lancelot said viciously, throwing the giant sword in his hand go out.

boom!The huge inertial force carried by the giant sword directly plunged into the fallen angel's feet, and the latter took a few steps back in embarrassment, bursting into anger at random.

The figure of the Lich Amo appeared between the two like lightning, his heart skipped a beat, knowing that a bloody battle might be inevitable, for a Lich like him with rich knowledge, he knew very well that the mutant mad warrior in front of him The demon is terrifying, even its advanced horned demon is probably difficult to be its opponent.

Out of good intentions, he turned to the fallen angel and said, "This time the mission is very tight. My lord doesn't want any accidents to happen. There is absolutely no need for us to waste time here."

"Damn it, it's just a mere Berserker Demon. It's sending me an invitation to a bloody battle. I can't refuse! Get the hell out of here now. I want this disgusting monster to see how powerful a high-ranking demon is." The young fallen angel misunderstood the lich's good intentions, and pulled out a knight sword from his body. The huge black wings spread out, and strands of dark magic power began to gather.

Generally speaking, the higher the level of demons, the more human traits they have, but the fallen angels are an exception. Although reproduction is difficult, every survivor is handsome and beautiful, even if they are of mixed blood.

Therefore, fallen angels who often have low-level demon strength arrogantly despise other demons, causing countless bloody battles, but the fallen angels have never changed their attitude.

"Kaka...Kaka..."

Lancelot moved his arms, his joints made a crackling sound, and a surging breath spread out. With a wave of one hand, the giant sword on the ground returned to his palm, and then he pointed flatly and said, "Come on, Let me see how powerful the fallen angels are, hey, kid, I will give you a vivid lesson."

Immediately afterwards, the two legs exerted strength, and using the force exerted by human martial arts masters, the muscles of the body can exert [-]% of their strength. Once a humanoid demon masters this technique, the combat power will definitely not be simple. One plus one.

"Block him!" said the Lich, and a sickle made of black magic power fell on Lancelot's head.

The flame demons on both sides pulled out their weapons and rushed towards Lancelot, hoping to kill him.

"Damn it, this is my bloody battle, get out of the way." The fallen angel roared dissatisfied.

Lancelot sneered twice, and the already fast speed rose again. The giant sword was raised above his head to block the magic sickle, and his body rushed out like a battering ram.

The two flame demons were directly knocked into the air, spurting blood from their mouths, and lying on the ground, they could only breathe heavily. The spiritual curse contained in Lancelot just now directly damaged their soul fire. So all that awaits them is death.

Seeing Lancelot's ferocious face getting closer, the young fallen angel finally woke up, flapped his wings and began to retreat wildly, while sounding an alarm from his mouth.

"You can't escape!" Lancelot roared, the giant sword in his right hand flickered with cold light, and the magic power surged. The flame on the sword turned purple, and the air immediately filled with a pungent sulfur breath.

The Lich didn't expect that Lancelot's magic power would be so abundant, and his curse fog could not stop the opponent at all. He was not an opponent in close combat, and he couldn't fight to the death, so he avoided it.

The fallen angel watched in horror as the huge sword landed on its neck, and then slashed down at a 45-degree angle, causing a huge tearing wound, and half of its body flew out.

Its gorgeous armor was like a piece of paper, and it didn't have the slightest defensive effect. The powerful vitality of the fallen angels didn't make it die immediately, so the mournful wailing sounded continuously.

"Lich! I need you, I don't want to die!"

The faces of the surrounding flame demons and the captain of the Balrog were not very good, and the berserk demons who were mercenaries were even less loyal. The moment Lancelow turned his cold gaze, he rushed away.

"Idiot, the face of the devil has made you lose your face." Lancelot said coldly, stepping on the chest of the fallen angel, who was only half breathed, but the venomous eyes still made people feel a little heartbroken Frightened.

Click!Lancelow's foot forcefully crushed the opponent's heart, and the soul fire collapsed immediately, and was absorbed into Lancelow's body.

In the end, it was a fallen angel with the blood of a high-level demon. For a moment, Lancelot felt overwhelmed. Countless and complicated magic lines began to appear on his skin, which slowly subsided after a few breaths.

"You killed the heir of the Durken family. Although it doesn't live up to expectations, it is the only direct bloodline of Lord Afata." The lich said slowly, it had been on the sidelines when Lancelot killed him Very strange.

"So what?" Lancelot said coldly.

Lancelot didn't dare to underestimate the weird liches. None of these creatures between the undead and demons is a fuel-efficient lamp. Maybe some liches are not particularly powerful, but if you want to kill with all your heart, then the means It can be said to emerge in endlessly.