Duriel glanced in the direction of Lucien and saw that he was holding up an ice barrier to resist Milor's arrows. Without that ridiculous mask, he seemed to have completely torn off all his powerful disguises, and even He couldn't hide his fear of that staff.
With that shrunken and wretched look, one could still tell that he was the son of the Demon King who was ambitious and eager to prove himself.
It seems that after hiding in this world for so many years, the Pope of the Three Gods Religion was completely destroyed. It would be better to have his soul completely dispersed before the battle of Original Sin.
Thoughts were flying in its mind, but it was not paying attention. Mo Bei broke through the strangulation of the sickle blade and long hook with a feint. He slashed with the sword along the previous wound, and then tried to get around it even further. The back continues to attack.
Du Ruier's eyes flashed with cold light. How could a demon king-level projection leave behind a blind spot for attack?
The seemingly bloated insect body of the lower body contracted and exploded with astonishing power, causing the ground to tremble suddenly and terrifying wind pressure. The upper body and arms suddenly twisted half a circle at an incredible speed, and the sickle blade whipped wildly. It hit Mo Bei's shield and knocked him away without any suspense.
"Just waiting for you!!"
Mo Bei groaned, but he shouted this in his heart. The shield hit the air hard, as if using the shield as wings, he quickly adjusted his body shape, flew and landed not far behind Lucien, and stamped his feet on the ground. A heavy sword thrust.
Most of Lucien's mind was resisting the restraints of Horadric's staff, and he was also distracted from defending against Milor's attack. At this time, he felt that the body he had worked so hard to occupy was simply a waste. Body, faced with such an attack, he didn't even have to blink his eyelids.
If Mo Bei joins in again, Perona will definitely find a loophole in him again, shake his mental defense and continue to drain his soul.
So he had no choice but to grit his teeth and cast teleportation, dodging to Duriel's side. At least his huge body could withstand some of the arrows.
Although Horason's body is not as tough as the devil's body, the foundation of the powerful magician is still there, and the lost strength is gradually recovering.
He even forgot how he was beaten away just now. He also felt that as long as he dodges around Duriel and persists for a while, he should be able to restrain the human paladin. In addition, Duriel's skyrocketing power With such strength, I don’t believe that that kid really can’t be beaten to death!
Just when he felt that the balance of victory was slowly pressing towards his side, Du Ruier suddenly turned around, and the ferocious long hook on his left arm penetrated his chest directly, and the giant scythe on his right arm stabbed him almost at the same time. When his arms were separated from his abdomen, he was caught off guard and torn in half.
Duriel's greedy and sinister eyes flashed before his eyes, and just as he understood what was happening at this moment, his soul was being torn apart crazily again.
After a long period of fusion, Tarasha's remnant soul and him had long been involved and inseparable. Without the protection of his body, he only had time to flash an extremely resentful and unwilling emotion in his consciousness before he was involved. In the core of Horadric's Staff.
"The origin of Horazon!"
Du Ruier's eyes showed ecstasy, he didn't expect to succeed so smoothly!
However, before it could transform this majestic source of power into an increase in strength, a terrible sense of crisis flashed through his mind.
Mo Bei didn't even think about what happened. When it attacked Lucien, he already held the sword with both hands and slashed at the huge wound on its flank with all his strength.
Unreserved power was injected into the thick blade, supplemented by the tearing properties of the armor, and it slashed all the way through, and finally made a dull explosion at the midline of Duriel's lower back, making his whole body tremble. Shocked, the sword blade could no longer move forward.
However, the flesh on Durrell's lower back had been completely cut open, and a bunch of black tendons that were as thick as a bucket but had been cut in half flashed away in the wound.
Mo Bei was delighted when he saw this thing. Such a big body really needed a support, but it was not the spine he imagined, but a bunch of extremely thick tendons. No wonder its body could be stretched easily. and contraction.
Fortunately, he didn't attack with a bone-crushing hammer. The crushing blow might not be able to achieve the effect of this sword.
Duriel was tilted by the sword and let out a fierce roar. The wound on his flank connected to his lower back burst open, and the black tendon was also looming in the wound.
Before it could react, a bolt of thunder suddenly penetrated into the wound. After a violent twist of its upper body, it lost its support. It immediately pierced the ground with a giant scythe, sweeping its left arm towards Mo Bei Gou, who was walking a little frivolously. go.
At this time, its upper and lower body parts were completely staggered, and were only connected by less than half of the skin and flesh. The thick tendon was almost completely broken, and could no longer provide any support, so that its forced counterattack seemed a bit weak. , and Mo Bei's shield collided and was dodged.
Three meteorites appeared above its head one after another and fell down instantly. The sickle blade on its right arm could no longer support its body and was suppressed on a wall of fire.
It did not have the flame-enhanced attributes of Bartuk. It was burned and roared again and again. Its arms struck the ground crazily, dragging the remaining body out of the range of the flames, but Perona showed the ability to make this demon king. A side that trembles for.
Wherever it climbed, Perona's flames burned, not letting it have any chance to breathe. It seemed as if it was taking pleasure in burning him.
The original power of Horasan is still flowing in its body, but it cannot quickly recover from its catastrophic injury and can only continue to replenish its vitality.
But this does not replenish its vitality, it simply prolongs its pain.
The strength and strength of the body are increasing rapidly, and the external manifestation is that it is climbing faster and faster, but the projection of the dignified devil has become like a mudskipper, unable to even stand up, and no matter how strong it is, it can no longer defeat the three of them. After posing a threat, he returned to the same state as at the beginning of the battle, where he could only be beaten passively.
It's really hateful!
His plan was obviously successful. He had captured Horason's original power, and his improvement was almost equal to that of absorbing Lucien's demonic origin. He thought that he would be able to defeat these three human beings with no way to go to heaven and no way to enter the earth.
If it could expand its territory in one fell swoop, all of Lu Gaoyin's hundreds of thousands of creatures would become its prey.
But I didn't expect that it was itself that was beaten to the point of being unable to reach the sky or the ground. How could this not cause it to collapse and go crazy?
If Lucian was lucky enough to see this scene, he probably wouldn't feel relieved, but would be so angry that he would lose his mind.
After hiding and planning for thousands of years, he finally found and took over the power of Horasan, and also absorbed the remnant soul of Tarasha. He was able to open the plane portal at a glance, end his long exile in this world, and return to hell. Forge a demonic body, and then use that alien space as an outpost to defeat Lu Gaoyin.
What a perfect plan, what an exciting future.
Gone.
It’s all gone!
