Night Raven Master

Chapter 392 Combat Evaluation

Chapter 392 Combat Evaluation

A pale man looked at the flames in the distance and listened to the shouts and screams coming from that direction, showing a slight smile.

Immediately, he bent his knuckles and snapped his fingers——

Snapped!

Some of the demon servants under his control exploded again.

Accompanied by successive loud noises, the fire spread again, igniting most of the Hunter's Market, and the dark red flame rose towards the sky, illuminating the sky.

The people who were already in a panic, because of the explosion again, became more and more panicked, without any sense of direction, and desperately fled towards the place where there was no fire. The disorderly escape and staggered escape routes made people rush into At the same time, driven by fear, those who fell to the ground were also trampled by others without hesitation.

"This fear is sweet and delicious."

The devil looked at the chaotic hunter market, and the smile on his face became more and more elegant?

This kind of bloody massacre and violent death on a large scale is a wonderful banquet that hell creatures love.

It's a pity that he caused this chaos to attract the attention of others. Who knew that there were no middle-class hunters or Templars here?

If a killing ritual of this scale is used as a sacrifice, a small door to hell can be opened.

However, the timing has been missed now. If he wants to set up the gates of hell at this time, there is a high possibility that he will run into hunters and templars above the middle class.

The corners of his mouth were split, and his sharp canine teeth made his smile look a bit hideous:

"Human world, welcome the arrival of the great Lord Marushal!"

However, at this moment, a chill suddenly rose in his heart, and he felt an undisguised, malicious look.

A red light flashed in his eyes, his body mutated, the skin at the shoulder blades suddenly bulged, a pair of huge membrane wings protruded from his back, the wide membrane wings flapped vigorously, and the violent, scorching gale flowed down Scroll, and bring up the demon's body.

boom--

A bright red shadow rubbed against his soles and landed on his original position, smashing the rock that fell out.

After the demon raised his body to a height of tens of meters, he suddenly looked down. A bright red low-level demon that seemed to be completely coagulated from blood was slowly walking from the ground full of cracks and broken soil. Congealed, scarlet liquid circulated in the body.

There is not much difference from ordinary demons - a bat-like head with fangs, sharp horns on the head, a slightly hunched body, a slender tail, and a triangular-shaped tip.

The unique fragrance of blood that rushed into the nose was undoubtedly blood.

Marushar has never seen such a creature in hell, but there is no doubt that the evil magic power is the existence from hell, the demon of hell.

But a demon made entirely of blood?He really hadn't seen it.

"味 (xià)!!!"

After the twisted blood demon finished condensing its body, it raised its head, and shot Marushar with crazy, greedy, and irrational eyes.

Afterwards, the blood in the body surged, forming a pair of blood-colored wings—although the membranous wings of bats could be vaguely seen at the bottom, the irregular feathers on them

Seeing the pair of wings, Marushal was stunned for a moment.

The types of lower demons are: goat demon, tauren, bat demon, magic dog, skeleton demon, bat demon, vampire servant

The types of median demons are: giant horned demons advanced from goats and tauren, blood-sucking demons advanced from demon servants and bat demons, double-headed devils advanced from magic dogs, and skeleton demons advanced Scythe Skeletons, and Fallen Angels.

There are only fallen angels at the middle level and below the level of demons with wings. They are formed by the demonization of angels, and because the lower angels cannot bear the power conflict brought about by demonization, they are in the There is no doubt that death is inevitable when demonizing, and only angels of the middle rank and above can be transformed into fallen angels.

Although this demon is weird, no matter how you think about it, it is closer to a bat demon or a vampire demon servant. How could it be?

Although he was astonished and puzzled, Marushal was not stunned by it. When he saw the weird blood demon flapping its bloody wings and flying into the sky, he also waved his giant bat wings, which were nearly five meters long. The huge membranous wings flapped vigorously, and the dark red flames followed the storm towards the blood demon that was rushing.

The completely irrational blood demon didn't dodge or dodge, and crashed into the dark red fire storm in a daze, and was burned into scorched blood foam.

For this result, Marushal was not surprised. Although the appearance made him a little puzzled, his strength could only be that of a low-level demon.

Immediately, an "answer" popped up in his mind - a certain blood-sucking demon tried to transform the next angel into a demon servant, and then created this nondescript, weak and weird demon.

He is also a vampire demon of the middle class himself, and he still has some understanding of the characteristics of transforming demon servants.

However, including himself, he has never heard of any vampire demon making similar servants.

These thoughts just flashed in Marushal's mind for a moment, and his attention was still focused on the surroundings——

The malicious gaze didn't disappear because he killed the blood demon, on the contrary, because the blood demon was killed, the hungry gaze became more intense.

"Squeeze!!!"

In the darkness, another blood-colored demon with a similar shape flashed in the air and swooped in. The irregular claws clotted with blood scratched towards him ugly and ferociously.

"Lowly inferior demon!"

Marushal's anger rose, and dark red flames wrapped his whole body. Accompanied by the scorching wind, his body flew out like a missile, facing the bloody strange demon head-on.

laugh!

The blood reflected the firelight, and the dark red fire claws formed by Marushal's forward swing of his right hand split the bloody demon's body, splitting it in two.

"sipping"

The screeching sound of the bloody demon disappeared as the body was split, and its body, the magic power of the blood banquet was broken, and it was also burned in the scorching hell fire. The water in the blood evaporated, and the remaining substances became Scorched black, the whole body dissipated in the air like a burst balloon.

The malicious and hungry gaze became more intense.

And Marushal finally found out where the other party was.

"Found you! Damn it!"

With a curse, he flapped his wings, and his body flew out at a very high speed. The scorching wind created a twisted heat wave trail behind him.

When the target came into his sight, he was slightly taken aback——

Humanity?wrong!

The next moment, he saw the woman's body skin burst open, and the whole body expanded several times, turning into a huge bloody scarecrow?

The evil magic is undoubtedly from hell, but this demon?

I haven't seen the other party, and I can't judge the other party's class from the appearance. I can only roughly perceive that this weird demon belongs to the middle class.

And the undisguised hunger and thirst that regarded him as food also made Marushal understand that this is definitely not a friendly army.

He didn't stop the impact. On the contrary, his wings shook again. The evil magic power seemed to condense into liquid, and the hot magic power surged, forming dark red flames of hell, wrapping his body.

A huge, dark red fireball, like a meteorite, hit the scarecrow transformed into a blood feast by Nofenla.

"Squeeze!!!"

Nofenla screamed, and there was no reason in the ear-piercing scream——

Because the two blood demons were killed, resulting in the loss of power and the loss of satiety, Nofenla's remaining sanity was once again eroded by the desire for gluttony.

The rich magic power of the blood banquet condensed on the dry muscle tissue, and the small dry flesh and blood swelled instantly, turning into thick tentacles with a diameter of more than [-] centimeters.

More than fifty tentacles entwined with strong magic power of the blood feast, lashed towards the hellfire ball that Marushal turned into like a whip.

boom! ! !

A terrifying explosion erupted at the moment when the Blood Feast Touch and Marushal collided, destroying all the surrounding residential buildings with a radius of [-] meters, and the land was also blasted away by the shock wave of the explosion for several meters, forming a circle with a radius of [-] meters on the spot. huge pothole.

Amidst the heat wave and the smoke brought by the scorched dust, a black figure slowly climbed up from the ruins.

It's Marushal.

He was covering his left shoulder with an ugly face. The medieval aristocratic dress on the left and upper body had been completely shattered, and the exposed skin burst and twisted. Moreover, the flesh and blood on the hit left shoulder had become dry. The blood completely disappeared.

He, a vampire, had his blood taken away?

Moreover, he lost to that weird demon in a head-on collision?

Could it be a higher-ranked Minnesota Demon Envoy than him?

Through the smoke and dust, his embarrassed eyes looked towards the opposite side.

The weird demon that waved its tentacles to attack him didn't take a step back at all, and still stood there. However, its tentacles had completely exploded, and the entire right arm disappeared, and the fracture was scorched black.

However, the next moment, his eyes widened.

The weird demon in the middle dragged out several corpses from the ruins, and its left arm turned into dozens of tentacles and pierced into them. In an instant, a scorched corpse turned into a black mummy.

On the other hand, its right arm, which had been blown off, was recovering rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and half of it recovered in the blink of an eye.

Even he, Marushal, a blood-sucking demon, couldn't achieve such a fast recovery speed at all.

When he subconsciously frowned because of the pain, that weird demon had fully recovered, and that weird bloody demon just now was coming out of the back of this bloody scarecrow demon.

"What kind of monster is this!?"

Marushal, who had never encountered such a situation before, already had the idea of ​​retreating in his heart.

However, he didn't notice that in the ruins, a pair of indifferent eyes were watching all this.

"The attack power is average, the recovery power is considerable, the speed is low, and the defense is low."

The owner of the eyes, Yate, is judging the fighting power shown by Nofenla.

(End of this chapter)