Chapter 1829: Demon King Reappears

The wind is choking.

The clouds were thick and the light was dim. A tribe's flag was fluttering in the wind, and the flag was stained with blood. The blood had clotted, and the flag was stained with dark patches. The flag was suddenly blown up by the wind, tumbling and fluttering in the air in a desolate dance. The battle flag was finally caught on the tip of a bent horn, and then a hand tore the flag off. It glanced at the banner, then opened its mouth and let out a flame. The flame sticks to the flag, lights the flag, throws it away, and the flag is burned by fire. The fire illuminated this strange beast. It was a fire-horned demon. Flames suddenly rose between the two horns of the fire-horned demon, and then it galloped away. It jumped over a low hill. Standing on the hill overlooking, below is a vast battlefield.

At this time, a bright light flashed across the sky, and the fangs of lightning pierced through the clouds and landed on a hillside in the distance, instantly illuminating the battlefield. Countless figures appeared in the bright light, and they were intertwined together, making a soaring cry of killing. On this battlefield, the Burning Legion is approaching steadily, and the ground vanguard composed of the Fire Horned Demon and the Flame Knight shrinks its front, driving the natives on this planet to the fiery feet of a volcano in the center of the battlefield.

In the sky, flying alien beasts formed an echelon to attack the birds raised by the aborigines. These flying creatures were entangled together like a thick floating cloud. Corpses fell from the thick cloud every second, and blood was poured onto the ground like a cloud.

From time to time, a dazzling beam of light exploded on the ground, which was caused by the aura and source force released by the strong man. There is no shortage of strong people among the natives of the planet, but there are also kings in the Burning Legion, and the confrontation between the group will always explode all kinds of flames of different colors.

From a high altitude, around the volcano, tens of thousands of native planets are desperately resisting. These aborigines are all aliens with animal heads and human bodies, and the weapons they use are very old, which shows from the side that the civilization of this planet is still in the primitive stage, but the source power of the aborigines is not weak for everyone, otherwise it would be impossible. It is impossible to block enemies ten times larger than yourself with this number of people.

But even so, the situation is quite unfavorable for the natives. If the strong who are the pillars of the battlefield are brought down, then the natives of the planet will usher in the end.

On the mountainside of that volcano, there is a gap artificially dug out, where a huge space was dug out of it by using the natural rock wall. That is the holy temple where the aboriginal spirit rests. From the holy temple to the foot of the mountain, there is a mountain road circling among the volcanoes. At this moment, an aborigine with the head of a sheep is rushing to the holy temple. Along the mountain road, he flew into the holy temple. The hall of the holy temple was very dark, only the fire in the two braziers illuminated the surroundings. In the dim light, someone came out. It was a goat man with a beard that had almost grown to his feet. This alien looks quite old, but his eyes are very bright.

"Great Elder." The young native warrior knelt down, buried his head on the ground in front of the elder, and said, "We can't hold on any longer. The great Qi Nuodan told me that he will die with the enemy. Please elder and others Leave the holy temple immediately, Avis and I will escort the elders to leave."

"What about after we leave?" The Great Elder sighed softly, "Our land has been invaded by demons, and all the people of the tribe have been killed. Where else can we escape? Unfortunately, we have nowhere to escape. If Doomed to die, then this is my only home. I believe that other people also think so."

"But the elder..."

"Needless to say, neither I nor the others will leave, but you can send our guest away. He doesn't belong here and doesn't need to face death with us."

The great elder walked to the depths, where a person sat cross-legged, with his back to the elder, as if he had entered meditation. The Great Elder snapped his fingers, and that person gradually had a breath of life, instead of being just a dead thing like before.

He slowly opened his eyes, thinking about the sprouts that seemed to emerge from the mud, perceiving and exploring the surrounding environment, and then continuously feeding information back to his brain. He first stared at the brazier in front of him, and then asked, "How long have I been sitting?"

"Forty days,

Dear guest. Unfortunately, we can no longer entertain you. The demons from the gates of hell have attacked this place, we are powerless to resist, and death will come to our entire tribe. Now, I can only let the strongest warriors in the tribe escort you away. "The Great Elder said in a deep voice.

He stood up. This man was wearing a cloak woven of animal skin and cloth, his face was hidden in the hat, and a few strands of silver-white hair hung from the brim of the hat. When he stood up, he looked extraordinarily tall. The firelight shone on him, and the figure drawn out on the ground was so long. He covered the firelight, and the entire holy temple seemed to be covered in shadow. He spoke in the native language of this planet. He had just learned it not long ago, so the pronunciation sounded a bit awkward, but the communication was fine: "It's rare that you are willing to show me the deeds for me to read, which allows me to bypass many Difficulties. This has helped me a lot, and in return, I will exorcise these so-called demons for you."

Before the Great Elder agreed, he had already walked towards the exit. Only then did the Great Elder come to his senses, and chased after him and shouted: "Wait, there are too many demons, you can't get rid of them. This is the fate of our clan, you don't need to intervene, let's go now."

He paused and said, "Nobody ever told me to go if I wanted to stay. No one ever dared to let me stay if I wanted to leave. No one can change what I've decided. You can't , no one can do it. So what you have to do is to stay here and stay well."

He walked out of the holy temple, and there was a wind blowing. He unbuttoned the cloak, and the wind blew the cloak away, floating into the void outside the mountain path, and slowly drifting down the mountain. The man under the cloak had long silver hair fluttering in the wind like a dancing flame! His bright red pupils reflected the scene of the battlefield below the mountain, and there was no expression on his cold face. His body was covered with a set of ferocious and heavy armor. The thorns on the shoulders and the short spikes on the iron gloves all made people feel stinging.

Then he walked out of the mountain path, stepping into the void, but never fell off the cliff. There seemed to be an invisible platform in the void for him to step on and use for strength. The great elder in the holy temple and the young native warrior were dumbfounded. Even the strongest in their tribe could not walk through the void like him. He walked down like this step by step, the distance was getting bigger and bigger, the last step was a thousand meters, and in the blink of an eye, he was already standing on the battlefield.

A dozen or so Fire Horned Demons rushed towards them.

He passed these strange beasts and traveled far away.

The Fire Horned Demon just fell down, as if dead. It's just that their corpses are very strange, as if they have been reassembled. Some heads protruded from the abdomen, while some had their own arms protruding from their mouths. As for the inside of the corpse, it had already turned into a mess.

He walked into the battlefield, waving a multicolored light from time to time. Wherever the light passed, the "soldiers" of the Burning Legion all died strangely. At this time, a desolate horn sounded from the holy temple. Hearing the horn, the native warriors began to shrink, and their defense line gathered towards the volcano, leaving more battlefield area.

Leave it to that strange guest.

The silver-haired man walked on the battlefield like a walk, and with a wave of his hand, a large number of enemies fell down, and all the fallen corpses were in a chaotic state, nothing less than this. Perhaps thinking it was too slow to kill like this, he raised his hand, and the light in his hand surged. After the light disappeared, the man already had a battle gun in his hand. The shape of the war gun is simple, and the whole body is pitch black. There are a few etched symbols on the gun body, and the meaning is unknown.

He pointed his gun at the sky.

Dense clouds swirled in the sky, and spots of different colors gradually appeared in the clouds. Behind each spot, beams of light hung down, and beams of light fell to the battlefield, and thousands of fireballs exploded all over the ground near the volcano in an instant. The flying beasts flying in mid-air, the flame knights galloping on the ground, and those huge flaming monsters, in those beams of light that hang down one after another, no matter how high or low they are, are all engulfed and destroyed by the fireballs detonated by the beams of light!

The beams of light fell more and more, and the distance between them ranged from a few hundred meters at the beginning, to a hundred meters, and then to about ten meters at the end. With such a dense attack, there is basically no other way except to fight it hard. Defense and evasion became a joke at this moment, and those beams of light that fell from the sky considered the combat power of all the creatures of the Burning Legion.

When the beams of light in the sky stopped falling, the land was almost plowed. There are only a few kings who can still stand. Without any suspense, several kings rushed towards the man at the same time, and the man greeted him with guns.

Those kings who were not easily defeated by the strong native tribes before were stabbed to death one by one by the man's gun. In the blink of an eye, the last king was pierced in the chest by a man, and then the source power in his body burned uncontrollably, and the source fire spurted out of his body inch by inch. He asked with difficulty: "Who are you?"

"Me?" The man showed a nostalgic expression, "A long time ago, I had a mother, she called me Nabo. Then I left her, and in order not to let her find me, I changed my name, so now everyone calls me Spanak."

"Spanak?" The king had obviously heard the name before, and he was shocked: "Why is the devil Spanak here..."

Then a burst of flame exploded and blew him to pieces. Spinak put away his gun and said calmly, "I am not obliged to answer this question for you."

After the death of the king, the remaining Burning Legion on the periphery of the battlefield began to retreat, and they left quickly like an ebb tide. Spinak had no intention of catching up. He looked back at the holy temple, as if saying to himself: "There is no need to stay here anymore. If the deed is pointing to that place, maybe..."

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