Just as Amnak was in a tough battle, a voice suddenly came from a distance. Amnak caught a glimpse of the visitor with his eyes. Its body was extremely tall, with thin purple skin on the perfect muscles, and on the perfect face of neither male nor female, he had a red mouth and white teeth. The pink, orange and sapphire robe fluttered in the wind, and the air was filled with a strong musk smell, bitter and sweet.
"Ah, Demonic Disaster, it's so reassuring to see you still be so lively."
"Of course, I have always loved the fire of jealousy in your heart. When you betray and leave, I was so regretful and I have asked my master many times to pursue you."
After saying that, Magic Disaster raised his right arm and bounced it gently, and a gorgeous spear flew towards Amnak.
With a sword, Armnack immediately retreated, but the spear still brushed his right hand holding the sword, and the flames of pain ignited his arm in an instant.
Before he could breathe, he saw the dark dancer rushing towards him again. Amnak turned around and avoided, but his eyes were always locked on the demon.
Even behind the Demon, he saw five figures, which flowed out of the gravel like wax from fire, and formed smooth muscles and plural limbs, and strange-shaped swords shone on their slender arms.
"All are here, old friends."
"Amnark, stop your funny rebellion."
The demon raised his spear as if toasting.
"Otherwise we can only bring your ashes to my Lord with our own hands."
Amnak did not answer, his expression was helpless, and then he took a deep breath.
The soul-tempering tiredness was wrapping his body and pouring into his heart along the air. Suddenly he threw out his sword, and then his whole body turned into a silver light and rushed towards the demon disaster.
Chief Slaanes was calm and saw him lifting the spear in his hand and sweeping out a stream of blue, pink and orange flames, while a strange shield was added to his other arm.
Amnak avoided the roasting of the flame of desire, and countless crazy laughter came from the heat wave, enough to drive the most powerful Chaos champion crazy. However, he ignored this and instead rushed towards his opponent - not the devil, but the other demons behind it.
He has already learned some truth in this world.
Amnak, crossed them, stared at one of them, and his sword blade tore the silk and skin of one of them. The gem-covered demon screamed and waved the knife in his hand, but he didn't cut anything.
In the blink of an eye, Amnak appeared behind them again, and his sword gently swung from left to right, cutting off the head of the flashing figure.
He felt the trembling of the sword as it passed through the tendons and spine, tearing them into pieces, and blood gushed out in an arc, making it particularly bright red against the white sand.
As soon as the screaming head landed, Amnak targeted the next target.
He swung another sword, slashed the opponent's hook blade, and penetrated the demon's flesh and bones with a snake-like head.
The world suddenly turned red, filled with roars and roars from between the fangs. Amnak's eyes were the sword tips warmed by blood. He moved his body and cut his flesh and blood.
The more he kills, the more demons there will be.
Massacre, slaughtering, until the corpse and the wail of the dying person fill the hollow inside him.
Turning around, he pierced a body with another sword, and blood sprayed all over the ground, and a knife slashed at him. He lowered his head to avoid the blade burned by the fire of desire, opened his fingers and grabbed the neck with three faces tightly, and broke it effortlessly.
At this time, he saw Teotti rushing towards him again, and she leaped through the slaughterhouse with a dazzling jump, showing him a smiling face and a twisted figure.
But Amnak did not fight with her anymore, but turned around and left.
The magic disaster that had been watching him finally moved, slowly paced forward, wriggling his lips, and his eyes shining.
Amnak's movements slowed strangely, letting the blade cut his armor, and he could feel the heat crawling over his skin, burning, heavy, sticky, and thousands of desires were echoing.
Teoti was around him, coiling around, while the demons sang giggling into the air.
"Ah... the beast in a civilized cloak revealed its true face..."
The dead demon melted, turned into a blanket of flesh and blood, and a mouth grew.
"Amnark, my champion, is it really that you feel...happy to be by the toy?"
"Unhappy, even bad, but I like this style, do I understand? Yes, I like, these things do not have ‘I’, but now I have, so you actually already know why I made such a choice. Everything we do is to deal with ourselves, we obey, rely on, and believe that the existence is illusory. Many times you give us a solid impression, but in fact, no matter whether it is mortal or the vast sea of souls, there is nothing more easily destroyed or fleeting than you. You come from nothing and enter nothing, and only you can endure it forever."
As soon as Amnak finished speaking, countless big mouths and mouthparts of different shapes suddenly cracked on the ground, and made dissonant laughter.
At the same time, Magic Disaster's back arched back and jumped into the air. The spear in his hand shone like a meteor falling to the ground and attacked Amnak.
As he tried to raise the sword, he could feel the heavy air pulling his limbs. He seemed unable to withstand the blow because he was too slow.
But just as the spear of the Demon Slayer pierced him, a sword also pierced the Demon Slayer's neck from behind, and Chief Slaanes was frozen in place.
"The Great Slaver created a spiritual channel and projected my consciousness into the subspace. This trick is really not something that ordinary Chaos power can do. I almost fell for it until I remembered something."
Teoti's sword fell, and Amnak waved his sword to meet him. The tip of the sword first pressed against her chin, and then pierced her head.
Before her body fell, Amnak pulled his sword blade from her face.
"You are all selfless, so you can only capture my soul by shaking my self, and Sally cannot force her to act. Can she challenge the power of the ruins? I think it may not work, so the only thing she can do is induce and let me defeat me in a tough battle. That's very simple. I ignore you, no, just ignore you, the devil disaster, you can't kill me."
Hearing Amnak's words, countless mouths on the ground roared in anger, but Amnak just continued to attack, provoking a demon to split it in mid-air, and then continued to rush towards the next one, tearing the low mask on the sheep-shaped skull with one sword, causing blood and brain matter to scatter.
Mo Huan was trembling all over, coughing blood in his mouth, and grabbed the sword stretching out from his throat, pulling it out from the side of his neck.