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"You remind me of a word—!" Shay stood in front of Evelyn against the strong wind, and shouted to Summerfield with his hands forming a trumpet: "You——is—— Is the - hero - hero - medicine - water - of - in -?"

He shouted every word.

Hero potion: Legendary magic potion, which can increase the magic level to three levels in a short time.

"I haven't-listened-said-ever-" Somerfield shouted back very cooperatively.

"Then what to do now—" Julius did not know when he came to the vicinity of Somerfield and Adelaide.

Adelaide frowned, the violent wind had completely covered Froxstein's figure, and the young mage looked anxious: "Froxstein has already drank the blood of the devil and the magic power is constantly rising. So, His Majesty the Demon King, does the blood of the Demon Race really not have the effect of increasing magic power?"

In this way, Summerfield himself is not too sure: "It has never happened in the history of the demon race..."

"Maybe it's your talent?" Julius said abruptly from the side.

Summerfield just wanted to reply that it feels weird to say that, but he suddenly remembered the "extreme magic constitution" mentioned in that broken book

Summerfield: ...

Julius:……?

Summerfield recalled slowly: "Maybe..."

On the other side, Adelaide also touched his chin thoughtfully: "Maybe..."

Julius:……? ?

"It's impossible, don't attack now and wait for him to digest your little blood magic power and go up?!" Shay couldn't stand those guessing things the most, and after making sure that Evelyn was fine for the time being, he held Jian jumped up high: "Drink——"

The sharp sword tip pierced against the barrier formed by the wind, and there was a sound of metal collision.

Froxstein's arrogant voice came through the wind: "Very good... great! I never felt that I would be so powerful, I changed my mind Summerfield, everyone else will die, and You will be left to be my nutrient! This ending is not bad for you, right?? Haha, hahahahahaha"

Summerfield clenched the long sword across his chest: "I just wanted to say, after sleeping for 1300 years, has your brain grown grass?"

Summerfield slid his left hand across the blade of the sword: "I am the Demon Lord Summerfield, the only Demon King who has no magic power since the formation of the Demon World." .Even if I can’t kill you here, I still have a hundred ways to nail you to the ground and torture you.”

His expression suddenly became dangerous: "This is a world abandoned by the gods. You, a fake, should come down from the sky first!" Sweeping everyone present, Julius couldn't help covering his face with his hands to shield from the strong wind.

Froxstein's magic power is still increasing. In the dimness, Julius seemed to see his slowly expanding body. He thought to himself: I'm afraid it's about to explode, right?

At this moment, Adelaide suddenly smiled and stepped over to Julius's side and reached out to hold Summerfield who was about to move on.

Demon King:?

"The people His Majesty the Devil said are also excited, but it's time for me to perform. I don't want to leave only a passing impression after everything is over."

While the man was talking, he tapped the staff lightly, and the ground was covered with snow-white frost: "Don't move, this is a big move I have accumulated in 1300 years."