Painhurs panted heavily, looking around anxiously, wanting to see what was left on the deck that could be used to defend against the devil in the sky. At this time, his attention was focused on the mage whose neck was twisted-after he twisted his neck underwater, he brought it up easily.

However, I have always resisted the devil’s untiring horrible charge before, and I have never had time to check, what kind of spoils I have survived.

Na Teflin, at any rate, was also a mage who had just touched the nine-ring arcane and stood at the top of mortal magic. However, he encountered one who could deceive the enemy’s five senses by using illusion magic, hide his body, and then quickly teleport, turning on the counter. The terrifying monsters fighting in hand-to-hand combat in the magic field, half the magic sky has a vast arcane power, but there is no way to display it, and eventually die with hatred.

The pale white horse stepped forward with four slender and strong pale horseshoes. In the gap between the devil's attack, he walked to the side of the cold corpse, searching for his trophy: the first thing that came into view was a beautiful headband full of arcane power. A simple and simple string, wearing three bright blue gems like the sea, is tied to the half-devil's forehead. The three magnificent gems are just stuck between the pair of hideous and terrifying horns.

Then there was the dark red tabard on him that was burning with **** flames. This black-gray robe is woven and embroidered with crimson devil patterns, mixed with arcane rituals, and weird runes praising flames. It wraps around the bottom of the robe and winds up along the front of the robe, with the sound of flames. In the middle, it emits a slight smell of sulfur.

"The headband of intelligence that enhances the wearer's intelligence, and provides a certain amount of armor, as well as the purgatory robe that can release the flames of hell...unfortunate, these things are of no value to you."

Painhurs certainly didn't know these strange things, but Magnus's experience was surprisingly rich. The little devil squatted on the shoulders of the great chief and recognized the objects in front of him with just a glance.

The Pale Warlock continued to search. He rolled up the sleeves of the purgatory robe, revealing a pair of heavy brass bracers, which extended from the wrists to the joints, engraved with reliefs of eight scales.

On the entire armband, there are densely lined with the marks of countless swords and hamaxes. Although they have experienced the vicissitudes of life, they still look unusually strong.

"Defensive bracers? Eight embossed scales, it looks like a top product, a good thing! You can use it."

Magnus was amazed. While looking nervously around the battle, he looked at his partner’s spoils. Painhurs quickly took off the slender armband, raised his sleeves, and put it on his pale Above the wrist.

Immediately afterwards, a brilliant **** light attracted the attention of the two people again-on the scarlet finger of the mage, a gorgeous ring made of platinum was worn. On the ring, densely carved with intricate patterns, the central one The dazzling, magnificent silver ruby ​​shimmers, beating with arcane light.

"Counter the spell ring, store a spell in it, and if anyone uses the same magic on himself, it will be automatically countered-let me see, this Tefrin, went to store a dispelling magic in it-Yo Oh, the idea is dark enough."

Magnus waved the scorpion tail behind his back, sharp stingers, like a poisoned dagger, tore the fingers of the corpse straight, knocked the blood-stained ring off, and threw it to Painhes.

Immediately afterwards, they found two packages in the waist of the corpse that was gradually freezing cold, one was filled with various spellcasting materials, and the inside of the other pocket lacked everything.

"The outside is bigger than the inside."

Painhurs quickly rummaged through the contents of the dimensional bag: in addition to a variety of wines and delicacies, there were more than 30 colorful sheepskin scrolls, dazzling gems of various colors, and two heavy antique books: among them One book uses dark blue ancient dragon skin, while the cover of the other book is trembling, squirming fresh flesh, covered with silver bone fragments, and golden sulfur particles.

The warchief turned the pages of the book at will, his eyes widened: the thick book with flesh and blood as the cover, more than a hundred pages, with purgatory text, densely memorized with all kinds of blasphemy magic, flipped through a few pages at random Many of them are the secret arts unique to Sassanid Persian-including, but not limited to, the demonic interpretations of the powers of various purgatory demons into one's body.

"Devil! They are here again!!!"

Suddenly, a servant wailed desperately, and the mud evil spirits all over the mountains roared and launched the eighth charge! However, this time, their long-range weapons were exhausted, and all the soldiers fell into fatigue. Just raising the sharp blade in their hands made them panting and somewhat powerless.

The centurion, who was covered with blood, looked at countless bloated and muddy demons, frantically hitting a lonely boat on the ice, and looking at his exhausted and exhausted colleagues around him, his lips trembled slightly with grief and anger. In despair, he said with difficulty his final choice.

"Burn her."

"what?"

Painhurs turned his head questioningly, but found that the exhausted soldiers rolled out a sealed wooden barrel from the bow of the ship, and resolutely opened it: a stream of dark, faint viscous liquid accompanied by With disgusting and unpleasant breath, gurgling on the deck, setting off a torrent of dark mud.

"Greek fire... Damn! Are you going to burn the boat?"

The warchief hurriedly jumped away from the dark turbid current to avoid these inflammable and explosive dangerous things from getting his pale horseshoes. And the Roman soldiers, letting the turbidity flow, squirmed their sticky bodies, whistling and submerging their ankles, and on their blood-stained faces, they did not show any fear of death.

"I will never allow the ships of the 30th Urpius Legion to fall into the hands of the enemy! Turn around to fight the Empire! This will be the biggest stain in the history of the Legion!!!"

The centurion turned his hideous face and spoke categorically.

"Go! I know you sorcerers can fly, so quickly evacuate from here if you don't want to die! Even if you die, I will take the devil and bury me!"

Painhurs took a deep look at the Centurion, and in desperation, he had no choice but to take the remaining one hundred and fifty centuries into a vain howling gust of wind, rushing into the high sky.

The centurion’s blood-stained tough face showed a sorrowful smile that was more ugly than crying. With the last fifty soldiers, he shrank the line of defense to the center of the deck, forming the final tortoise formation, defending from Terrible demons emerging from all directions.

With the passage of time, more and more evil demons roared and rushed onto the deck, turning into a turbulent torrent of mud, tirelessly, assaulting the final front of the imperial soldiers!

Seeing that the entire warship was working overtime, it was almost crowded with demons. The centurion dropped his sword and shield, kneeled weakly in the Greek fire, his hands stained red with blood, trembling from his backpack. He took out the iron piece and the flint, rubbed it twice, and splashed out a few bright sparks around.

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