Tribute to the Demon King

Medieval European knights armed with plate gold armor.

In the aristocratic style of the Renaissance, a swordsman wearing a gorgeous dress and wearing a rapier.

A warrior dressed in black and holding a scimitar.

The musketeer on the eve of the French Revolution drew his sword.

There are winged decorations on the back of the metal armor, and the Polish winged cavalry are holding battle axes.

Blackened-faced soldiers in camouflage uniforms wield daggers.

——Everyone is a moving corpse equipped with a sword weapon.Most of them were famous fighters during their lifetime, and they were all rebels killed by the Marquis of Vauban.

But their equals—the dead who were equally good at fighting, and even more dead came from all directions.

That is an enemy army eight times larger than the dead, coming from all directions.Although dead, the spirit is still alive. From ancient times to the present, there is an army of corpses advancing silently.

"This is the ultimate formation of the Grand Army Division, the eight formations of stone soldiers. Try to crack this formation."

The man's voice echoed heavily, coming from outside the invisible formation: "It's not just physical blows that are called fighting."

Although there was no emotion in it, the Marquis of Vauban stubbornly believed that it was a mocking speech.

Even if you fly into the sky, you can't see anything...

He squinted his eyes, thinking carefully about the solution.

The number of servants of death summoned can fill the space between the eight stone pillars buried before.But Vauban couldn't see the dense crowd between them at all.Not to mention that there are eight times as many enemies coming from all directions.

- need to use other powers.

The Marquis of Vauban made up his mind.

"Sorry, Marquis. Your enemy is me now."

Another voice sounded, and a tall and young man slowly stepped out of the shadows.

The Marquis of Vauban stared at him.

It was a swordsman with slightly brown skin, wearing a silver half body armor, and holding a brilliant and luxurious Excalibur.

The hilt of the big sword in his hand was inlaid with cyan gemstones, and there was a cyan scar that looked like a scar but shone beautifully from his Adam's apple.

"Come on, old man, don't let the battle become boring."

The brown-skinned swordsman stood on the ground and announced in a clear voice.

"Hehehehe..."

Deep laughter resounded above the sky.

There was the sound of fluttering wings, and a mighty loud voice rang out in the sky: "Finally found it. This scene of being besieged made me enjoy the pleasure of hunting for a long time. Let me ask Zhou Yi for this, Express your thanks to his servants."

Following his whispers, a pitch-black dragon flapped its wings and slowly descended from the sky.The huge body covered with dragon scales like black agate is full of strong oppressive force.

The ferocious jaw of the giant dragon made the voice of the Marquis of Vauban: "How many of you are there, come up at once."

"Unfortunately... besides me and the military adviser, the only participants here are the dead. But I think it is enough."

The swordsman grinned: "Master Marquis, please be mentally prepared."

The next moment, the thunder fell.

On the other side, a man appeared from the depths of the thick fog wearing a black mask and a cloak.The steel magic spear is stored in the leather holster hanging on the waist.It is said to be a mysterious weapon forged in the Netherworld.

A knight in black, black helmet and black boots is walking in the garden.

"Is this A Yi's hidden trump card..."

Holding the magic gun, Smith whispered: "In this case, I can only feel sorry for Ah Yi—"

Around him, black thunderclouds surrounded him.

The Pluto in black sang the words of power and super transformation: "Eat the meat of the sacrifice, the delicious parts... Now I am a god!"

The thunder cloud suddenly released a bolt of lightning, which struck and even separated the thunder cloud from it, a white spiral tower with a height of several thousand meters.

The tower that was hit was completely surrounded by flames in an instant, and then collapsed——

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Chapter 43 I admit that you are stronger now

After the black fire had destroyed the white tower, something was rising from the fire.

——It was a pitch-black giant.

The skin is dark, and the muscles of the whole body are extremely strong.Instead of clothes, there was a long red, yellow and black cloth wrapped around her body.Carrying a wooden barrel with several spears on his back, his head is decorated with seven-faced bird feathers.

That's a giant out of phase.

His face is painted with black and yellow horizontal stripes, and his huge body is more than 50 meters high.His right foot was not made of human flesh, but made of gleaming obsidian.

That is the strongest form of John Pluto Smith, the ultimate body-changing great magician who can only be used by sacrificing a miraculous man-made huge building.

It jumped from the tower with incomprehensible flexible movements, as if doing gymnastics.The gigantic body of more than fifty tons fell on the ground, but it didn't stir up earth waves, nor did it cause an earthquake.Falling lightly like a woman on a gymnastics platform.