All-Professional Master of Darkness

"Deserved it."

Ende saw from a distance that Duriel was destroying the Clay Stone Demon and two skeletons one after another, and he was in a good mood unconsciously. Seeing Lan Wu deflated, he felt very happy for no reason.

The other professionals' expressions changed when they witnessed Du Ruier's comeback. Just now everyone witnessed with their own eyes how powerful the eight-meter-tall clay stone demon and the two weird skeletons were. Not only were the ordinary demons crushed by force along the way, but Duriel was also suppressed to the point where he was almost finished.

But now... everyone's heart is covered with a dark cloud. Warlock Canyon is a private territory governed by Jehein, but not everyone enters Warlock Canyon to experience it. After all, the demons living in this forbidden space are much more powerful than those in areas such as dry highlands, mysterious oasis, etc.

Any professional who is qualified to enter Warlock Canyon and experience it knows how powerful Duriel is. But the behemoth in front of him was obviously more powerful than the Duriel whom he had heard of before and even fought against in person.

Panic spread silently among the crowd. Everyone was secretly glad to be far away. Otherwise, if Du Ruier exerts a little force, he may be injured if he touches it, and die if he touches it.

Gradually, I don’t know who took the lead first. The dark crowd was slowly retreating. The narrow stone path has obvious advantages for Duriel's huge body. Once they are killed, they will probably be crushed with force. No one is that stupid. Everyone knows that the only way now is to retreat to the stone castle, unite all the professionals to attack, and rely on numerical superiority to even out the gap in strength.

The ants kill the elephant.

Everyone knows this. One man inflicts a wound on Duriel. One hundred people or one thousand people are enough to inflict fatal injuries on this terrifying big insect.

"Sir." Hank squeezed next to Ende, his meaning obvious. The reason why he took the initiative to ask for help was just because Barbara secretly ordered him to follow and keep an eye on Lan Wu. Now that Lan Wu is dead, it's time to consider his own safety.

Duriel's power left a huge shadow in his heart.

Ende was silent for a moment, then nodded decisively. The two of them quickened their pace slightly without leaving any trace. The powerful strength of more than sixty levels has a clear advantage among a group of professionals whose highest level is only about forty. A few minutes later, the two people who were originally in the middle of the line had squeezed to the end of the line. The two acted cautiously, not even alerting anyone. Everyone just regarded it as the movement of the team.

After squeezing out of the crowd, the two of them did not rush to evacuate this dangerous place, but followed the team silently. The empty stone path is not suitable for evacuation. Even if both of them were over sixty levels, they could not return to the stone castle quietly.

At this moment, a heart-rending roar suddenly broke out. Everyone was shocked, and watched helplessly as Duriel launched the final attack on the stone platform in the distance.

"It's over."

Dark clouds quickly spread in everyone's mind. The team was silent for a moment, then became chaotic. Everyone turned around and ran away, no longer protecting their face. Taking advantage of this opportunity, End and De took the lead, leisurely following the slightly chaotic crowd and running at the front.

"It's a pity." Ende was in a good mood and secretly regretted it. Darkcrow finally found an entry point for future development, but now it has to give up. This cannot but be said to be a great regret. But it doesn’t matter. A mere weak Rogge camp was enough for the Dark Crow to swallow.

The demon corpse on the stone path has completely decomposed into demonic energy. The sky above the stone path is empty. The team retreated to the stone castle without any hindrance and immediately formed a new line of defense.

At this time, there was still fierce fighting on the passages in the other three directions. Every moment, exhausted professionals are being carried back. Gross also sat down on the spot under the protection of Glasgow and Lufford, regardless of the nobles' face, breathing heavily with a look of unwillingness.

With his passion and determination not to lose to Lan Wu, he led his team to push back the demon army for more than a kilometer. But just when they were about to occupy a platform and establish a new line of defense, they encountered a strong counterattack by the devil. After a fierce battle, all the medicine on him was gone, and his magic power was completely wiped out, so he had to retreat under the protection of two people from Glasgow.

But just as he returned to the stone castle, he suddenly heard rumors among the crowd that a weird professional was riding an unimaginable clay stone demon, leading four weird skeletons to crush them all the way, defeating the demon and defeating it.

For no reason, Lan Wu's figure appeared in Gross's mind. He firmly believed that this weird professional must be Lan Wu. At first, he was excited that Lan Wu had safely escaped back to Lu Gaoyin and joined the battle against the demonic invasion. But when he learned that Lan Wu was showing off his power again, he became extremely unwilling.

If I were still the same person as before, I would just smile unworthy of hearing this kind of forceful crushing and let it go. But now that he has personally experienced the power of these demons, he once again deeply understands the power of Lan Wu.

Except powerlessness is still powerlessness.

Gross felt sad. As a proud nobleman of Lu Gaoyin, he thought that by letting go of his so-called noble airs, he could close the gap with Lan Wu. Unexpectedly, even though he was at the forefront, he was still distanced by this guy from Rogge Camp.

This obvious gap made this Lu Gaoyin person feel disappointed and unwilling. Gross silently drank the stamina potion handed over by Glasgow, and the strong fighting spirit in his heart rose like a flame.

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The battle is not over yet.

Just as he was planning to take a rest and then launch a counterattack, vowing to close the gap with Lan Wu, he didn't expect to see a large group of people retreating on the empty stone road.

"Ravford, come over and take a look." Gross's heart thumped, and there was a hint of something bad in his heart.

Rafford responded and strode over. It didn't take long for him to turn around and tell the truth about what he heard. At the end, he shook his head in relief and said with a smile: "Even an angel can't deal with such a demon king. Let alone that arrogant boy."

Gross was silent, his mind going blank. Now his view of Lan Wu has completely changed, and he unknowingly regards Lan Wu as his example. Such a hero was actually beaten to death by the Demon King Duriel... He couldn't accept this reality.

"He...is dead?" Gross was shocked and couldn't believe that it was his own voice. Sinking, lost, confused...this is completely the tone of a loser.

"Uh... I don't know." Rafford was also frightened by Gross's tone, and stammered in reply: "They only saw the clay stone demon and two skeletons being destroyed by Duriel. The last thing they saw was The scene was when Duriel attacked the boy and the two remaining skeletons. I think if there was no accident... he would be dead."

"What a pity." Glasgow suddenly sighed before Gross, scratching his bald head with his rough hands.

Gross was startled and looked up at Glasgow in surprise. Seeing his gaze, the latter laughed at himself: "Sir, I mean it would be great if he could kill Duriel."

"Yes, it would be great if he could kill Duriel." Gross also smiled mockingly.

Glasgow was stunned and looked at Lufford aside suspiciously. The latter shrugged innocently, indicating that he had no idea at all. Both were taken aback by Gross's actions.

After returning to Lu Gaoyin, Gross, as a powerful aristocrat of Lu Gaoyin, usually does not need the two people to follow him. In less than a month, my master seems to have become a completely different person. This made them a little flustered, wondering if they had missed something important.

"He has done what he can do. Now it's our turn to finish what he didn't finish." Gross stood up and extended his hand to Loved. The latter quickly handed over a space bag filled with medicine.

"Glasgow, Lufford, go and gather all the people you can mobilize." Gross ordered calmly: "Tell them that Duriel is coming."

"Yes, sir." The two men from Glasgow accepted the order and went to gather men.

With a resolute face, Gross tied the space bag on his belt calmly, and then strode towards the chaotic crowd over there. When he got closer, someone had already spotted him before he could make a sound.

"grown ups."

Respectful greetings came one after another, and at the same time, the work of establishing the defense line did not fall behind, and was still carried out in an orderly manner. The quality of Lu Gaoyin's people precipitated in the blood was fully reflected at this moment.

Gross nodded slightly and immediately began to ask. Listening to the descriptions of these professionals, his expression never changed, he just listened quietly. After learning about the entire process, he began to give instructions in an orderly manner.

Orders were issued one after another like a stream of water. The originally chaotic crowd immediately changed their outlook. In a short time, the entrance of the passage was already operating like an iron barrel. Three horizontal, three vertical and six lines of defense form a huge pocket. The seven professions are arranged on each line of defense according to their respective point-adding schools. Melee combat, long-range attack, support, etc. all perform their duties, and stick to each position reasonably.

When Glasgow and Lufford returned with all the manpower they could mobilize from the other three directions, the defense lines were reinforced again, and not even a fly could fly over them.

With everything ready, Gross categorically rejected the pleas of the two Laffords and stood on the front line of defense. He looked at the empty stone road ahead, feeling secretly angry in his heart.

Lan Wu can do it, why can't I?

The people in Rogge camp can do it, and the people in Lugaoin can't do it even more.

With thoughts swirling around, Gross tightened his grip on the short stick of Ashes of Bane. The mana gradually began to gather, and he was ready to fire the first shot of Duriel as soon as Duriel appeared in sight.

But there is no follow-up to this.

As if he knew that a defense line had been set up here, Duriel's figure did not appear at all. Under the faint starlight, the six lines of defense were silent. A depressing atmosphere weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.

Time passed by minute by second, but Duriel was still coming, and some restlessness began to appear in the team. This Duriel is so abominable. Can you stretch your head out with a knife, shrink your head with a knife, and give it a good time? Who can stand it if this keeps going on?

Gross was also at a loss. Suddenly he was agitated and shouted in a low voice: "Is it possible that he and Du Ruier have been fighting until now?"