Chapter 372 (2/2)

Indeed, as a monster, the rotten corpse devil is simply powerful. It has strength beyond physique and strong hearing. It is not as disorderly as other mutant monsters. If it exceeds a certain number, it will kill each other, and there is no weakness like ”eyeball” that almost all creatures have.

As a killing machine, they are perfect!

But there can't be anything without weakness in this world - the rotten corpse devil is a monster fabricated by evil gods using the power of emptiness. Therefore, it is very fragile in front of the weapons forged with secret silver or the alchemy creations that also use the power of emptiness. Once it is touched directly, it may even collapse directly.

For example, Loren's ”bright silver” and the ”bright star” in the hands of the guard knight. Of course, there is another very humble but very practical gadget

Igniter.

”Boom --!”

There was no scream, let alone the cry before death. The monster melted by the flame broke up in the explosion.

The burst of fire drove back the two rotten corpse demons who were about to rush in front of him, and bought the black haired wizard a moment of time; The gray blue sword shadow glided forward, and the demon that had just reacted immediately turned back and raised his shield to parry.

But it's too late!

The sword light flashed, half of the body of the rotten corpse devil had been blown by bright silver, and the head that fell to the ground was crushed by the black haired wizard without shouting.

The gray blue sword awned mercilessly, and the rotten corpse demons roared like ice cracks retreated step by step in the scream.

They have felt that the ”creature” in front of them is very dangerous and has the power to destroy them!

The wind swept through the mountains, and the cracks of the glacier echoed like hell. The only two rotten corpse demons found that the ”creature” in front of them did not attack.

The black haired wizard who picked his eyebrows stopped in place, the light of ”bright silver” in his hand gradually faded, and a faint smile was aroused at the corners of his mouth.

The next moment, a figure suddenly burst up in the falling snow!

”Dang --!”

With the loud noise of metal collision, a sharp Elman short sword pierced the decaying corpse devil's head from behind. The screaming devil's head burst in an instant, and his trembling pale body collapsed to the ground and broke into pieces.

At the same moment, the suddenly appeared thin figure loosened the handle of the sword, suddenly squatted down and avoided the ice crystal spear stabbing at the face door. Like a magic trick, another short sword appeared in his left hand!

At the moment when the demon raised its shield, the figure had grasped its gun rod and jumped on the top of the rotten corpse demon with his right hand;

At the next moment, a short sword appeared on the top of the rotten corpse devil.

Behind him was the fallen figure of the cracked monster.

”Beautiful!”

The smiling Lauren praised without stinginess.

”Lord Loren, i... I thought I was wrong!” Lucian, who saw each other's appearance at this time, stared at the black haired wizard with wide eyes and disbelief:

”How could it be you? No... it should be you. Why are you here?!”

”Isaac was just the same. Why are you all curious about this...” Lauren, who smoked the corners of his mouth, said helplessly: ”it's a long story. It has something to do with the avalanche.”

”Avalanche?” gray pupil's expression was more puzzling.

”Let's talk while walking. This is not a place to stay for a long time.” the black haired wizard shrugged his shoulders: ”Isaac is in the cave. Let's take a rest first, and then consider the next...”

Loren, whose voice was interrupted, suddenly widened his eyes and stood upright with cold hair!

Almost at the same time, the grey pupil boy suddenly froze and looked at the black haired wizard in horror.

”Did you just... Hear that?” Lucian's expression was very nervous.

Lauren, with a dignified face, nodded slightly - not only just just, but the sound was still clear, like a continuous rumble like a sullen thunder.

That's a sound that only the army can make -!

”This voice... Is definitely not dozens or hundreds.” Lucian's expression was very ugly:

”I'm afraid... Thousands of --!”