Tribute to the Demon King

Using the white tower as a sacrifice, John Smith, who transformed into a black giant, gained unimaginable power.

"What kind of building is that..."

Although the summoned thunder destroyed it, he still wondered about the function of the building.

That doesn't look like a functional building.I'd rather be a decorative tower... But a decorative building would never give him this level of strength.

That white tower must have some special meaning...

But it is necessary to remove it.In order to protect Zhou Yi, he must win the victory; and in order to win, accidentally hurting Zhou Yi's important things is also a helpless move.

He repeats this choice all the time.In order to protect his city of Los Angeles, the godslayer known as Hades had to sacrifice part of it.

But just as he landed, a helpless clear voice came from behind him: "One or two are all coming towards me...you are all so rough."

"Still, is this some kind of terrible prank? Wow, I obviously don't want to say it..."

The speaker is...

The giant turned around with unimaginable agility, only to find that it was a white-robed man emerging from the top of the collapsed tower behind him.

Holding the wooden stick in his arms, Shi Shi ran out of the fire, but the corner of his clothes was not ignited by the fire.

He leaped lightly to the ground, and many flowers broke through the ground around the landing point, growing and blooming at a speed visible to the naked eye.

That guy was as handsome as a goblin, with a gentle and sunny smile on his face.

For some reason, Smith felt that this guy was somewhat similar to Zhou Yi.

And behind him, densely packed blurry figures appeared.

A shirtless brown-skinned warrior holding a chained sword.

A knight with a white helmet and a white horse holding a spiral spear.

Surrounded by thunder, a man like the god of thunder descended into the world.

The body was hidden under the green cloak, and the archer couldn't see his face clearly.

A spearman with golden armor and white hair.

And other heroes whose number is one hundred, two hundred, or even infinite.Behind the demolished White Pagoda, vague images of great wonders such as the Hanging Gardens, the Great Wall, and the Pyramid slowly emerged.

——Compared with the physique of giants, they are human beings who are as small as ants and whose faces can hardly be seen clearly.

"...Why did you come to me?"

Smith felt a bit bitter in his mouth.

He glanced back at the roaring black dragon in the distance, as if caught in an endless people's war, and was a little speechless.

Obviously, I waited until the Marquis of Vauban was fully engaged in the battle before making a move... Why does it feel like that guy didn't hold back a few people?

I'm afraid I was targeted by someone, right?

"I'm ashamed to say that this is my first time commanding an army. I'm not very good at it, but let's do my best!"

As if to cheer himself up, the man in the white robe showed a pure and harmless smile, and raised his hand: "Okay, let's start the war—"

Synchronized with his movements, all the heroes raised their weapons towards the giant at the same time.

Seeing this scene, Giant Smith suddenly had an ominous feeling.

On the other side, the battle of the Marquis of Vauban has come to an end.

The Servant of Death was crushed by an army of the dead eight times larger than itself, and had already been exhausted.But the remaining dead of the enemy launched wave after wave of suppression and harassment to the Marquis of Vauban in an unimaginable and orderly command.

Can't leave, but can't exert strength.

Even the huge thunderclouds and tornadoes that were summoned were constantly disturbed by the enemy's magicians, and defensive countermeasures were implemented in advance.

——The Marquis of Vauban, who always faced the whole world alone, was truly facing the power of a world at this moment.

If someone can step into the eight formations of stone soldiers, they will be able to see the danger that cannot be seen from the outside of the formation.

That is the sea of ​​dead with thousands, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands.

Even if you die, you will be reborn again.The dead who had no emotion and no fear rushed towards the black dragon bound on the ground one after another, densely packed like a swarm of ants.

He didn't shout any slogans, and he didn't feel any thoughts about the death of himself or his companions.

Even if he was shattered by the dragon's tail, killed by flames, or torn to pieces by sharp claws, he would rush back from the other side of the exhausted corpse tide again after ten minutes.

From El-Melloi II's point of view, this is like an online game where a large number of players encircle and suppress the world boss.

Life is the details you don't care about.As long as you can make an effective attack, you earn, and if you can't, it's just another trip.And if these "players" have a unified command and can complete the mission perfectly, they can even save the world.

Just being dragged into a tug-of-war by this group of silent legions who don't know how to live or die is enough to give the Marquis of Vauban a headache.

But what made him more aware of the threat was the swordsman in front of him.

He seems to be particularly good at dealing with dragonborn attacks.

The long sword in that guy's hand was burning with a faint yellow flame, and he perfectly resolved his attack in the vibration sound like a bird flapping its wings.

and……

"—The Heavenly Demon Lost Fall!"