They found the devil.
In the Loman countryside, Shire, Rocher, and Tibert, with a few friendly mercenaries, take cover in a small forest and look up at the winged demons raging in the sky. They told the main force of the army to stand by in the rear, waiting for the conflict here before coming to support, so as not to alarm the monster.
The devil seemed to Shire like a living nightmare, and one of the timid soldiers stared at it for a moment, couldn't bear it any longer, and, ignoring the eyes of the others, backed away quickly, uttering a low cry of grief not unlike animal fright.
It had a pair of dark wings, like a bat, a long tail with spear spikes at the end, a short neck, very strong limbs, strong forearms, and hind legs as ferocious as eagle claws, perfect for catching victims from the ground.
Strangely enough, the winged demon seemed to have something hanging from his back and heavy metal on his head, which was definitely not his own growth. What would that be? Shire thought to himself.
"Kill it." "Put an end to this torture," Rocher commanded.
"Get it." Tibert immediately organized his men to prepare the crossbow, "Gannicus, manipulate the 'blood bride' and give the monster an unforgettable kiss."
"Yes." A taciturn red-headed man rubbed his hands and stepped behind the crossbow. "Help me turn fifteen degrees east." The mercenary keeps turning the crossbow so that its firing direction overlaps as much as possible with the flight path of the winged demon.
Shire looked at the land that had been ravaged by winged demons, and there were seven or eight farming families in the wilderness, now dripping with blood, scarlet, and dead and wounded, and it could be seen that the slaughtered farmers had been eaten only a few limbs and thrown on the road at will, and the livestock had been gutted and hollowed out from the inside, and these families were peaceful and hopeful. When the devil arrives, he disappears in an instant, powerless to resist, trampled on like that.
The more he watched, the more he hated it, and even if the mercenaries were not good to him, he hoped the arrow would hit.
Rocher stared at the demon, and Char saw the knight's hand clenched as if grasping at hope.
But yet It's hard.
"I can't shoot." Gladius laughed. "Ha ha, it's a flying demon."
"Don't underestimate the human race." Shire gritted his teeth.
Gannicus, maneuvering the catapult, zeros in on the winged demon, and suddenly, with a shock and a jump in the hearts of all, he grabs the perfect opportunity and pulls down on the lever.
Boom!
Before Char's eyes, a miracle of engineering was at work, as the buckles opened, the huge strings of the stretched crossbow, already full of energy, now exploded in an instant, the hard string righted, catapulting the carefully crafted bolts, and the giant arrows streaked through the air, whistling toward the sky, pointing at the ugly giant wings of the winged demon.
Who says you can't shoot?! That arrow was so accurate!
'Good! Tibert threw a punch in the air, couldn't help crying out, and turned his head triumphantly towards the Shire.
Shire's eyes widened.
The arrow was moving so fast that in the blink of an eye it was next to the demon, and it made a strange rolling motion in the air. The black giant's forward flying body turned in a strange position, slid in the opposite direction, and the giant crossbow shot, piercing where the demon's wings should have been, across the sky, falling feebly in a parabola.
There was a great sigh, and Tibert looked up and saw the winged demon safe and sound.
"Prepare arrows." He commanded.
"We have to run away! The mercenary cries.
No wonder they were so alarmed, for the winged demon had pounced.
It shook its wings and glided rapidly closer, and now Char could see the unidentified objects hanging from it.
On its face, there was a very large iron mask, already rusted and mottled, leaving no pores, which could be said to be a metal plate, covering the ugly face of the winged demon, so as not to frighten mortals with its ferocious appearance. On its back and ribs, seven or eight heavy chains are tightly wound and fixed to the surface of its skin with huge iron nails, forming an extremely heavy burden.
The devil hunters had imprisoned it, Char could see that.
The scariest thing is that even with such heavy shackles on his body, the winged demon can still move freely, even making such subtle and swift movements in the sky. If the demon hunters hadn't imprisoned him, how agile would he be if he were completely unhindered?
"If an army of demons were to be formed, this guy would be able to be a pioneer at full strength..." Graddiu's assessment.
"Woo-woo-ah -" People's hearts split as they watched the dark demons swooping down.
Rocher took a deep breath and assumed a defiant posture, but the Shire could see that the knight was not confident of winning.
"Load, load! Let me shoot another arrow!" Gannicus, distraught, held on to his partner, but the mercenary shook him off and fled without a thought.
"Stop aiming, let's run!" 'cried Tibert.
Shire stared at the winged demon flying toward them at high speed. It was as dark as night and as big as a house.
"Phantom Powers!" Char concentrated and let out an angry drink.
Baaaah!
The devil is spreading his wings, gliding down on the current. However, to its surprise, the once loyal air suddenly became chaotic, and an invisible force struck, twisting its huge wings and flying backward. It fell quickly, skimming low over the ground, almost colliding with the earth, beating its wings with all its might, just barely able to rise.
'What?
"Good heavens --"
"This?"
"It's the demon Hunter!
Several soldiers heard the strange sound of the wind and looked back to see the menacing demon suddenly turned into a harlequin, rolling awkwardly in the air, stiff as a puppet, trying to adjust his posture. One could not help but stare at Shire's figure.
"Demon Hunter..." Rocher clutched her sword. She was one of the few who dared to stay put and observe. "It was a great power."
Tibert was about to flee when he looked back and noticed the sudden turn of events.
"Pierre! Don't run away! Tarkin! Get back here! Load it! Load it! Gannicus! Aim for it! Don't let it slip this time!"
Tibert led the Fanshan crossbow team morale, quickly ran to the side of the crossbow, with the fastest speed in their lives to reload the crossbow, these mercenaries at the risk of pulling a muscle, with all their strength to turn the winch, the strong crossbow string slowly pulled apart, courage like a spring, they also like the Shire once, began to develop the consciousness of hunting demons.
"You're right. Demons and dragons are different." Tibert wiped the cold sweat from his head.
Shire said nothing, staring intently at the flight path of the winged demon, which shook its wings and climbed rapidly, over their heads, toward their backs.
It left? Char turned swiftly, his heart beating faster and faster, almost bursting out of his chest, fear covering his thoughts. No -- we can't let it fly over there, that's...
Shire was too anxious to care for the others who remained here, and with a heavy heart he stumbled through the forest to the open field behind them.
The soldiers were stationed here, and when they saw the demon, they looked up and pointed at the creature in the air, and were so alarmed that the archers immediately took up their weapons and shot at the winged demon. Char saw dozens of arrows being shot high into the air, covering the winged demon's body.
It flew as hard as it could, but it couldn't avoid all the arrows.
But that didn't mean the attack worked. The arrows penetrated the demon's shell, and many more bounced off its demon body and fell feebly.
Is it true that mortal armies are powerless against demons? Shire had been under the illusion that these trained soldiers could fight demons, but now, I'm afraid, they don't even have the ability to protect themselves.
The Shire looked back, and the crossbow mercenaries were trying to calm the horses, pulling the heavy crossbows, and preparing to shoot again, but looking at them like that, they would not be of any use at all for a while.
He heard a series of piercing screams. The winged demon had jumped on the soldiers. They picked up their shields and tried to fend them off. But with the shock of the demon's wings, they all fell to the ground, beating their heads. Then, as quickly as a falcon catches a floating fish, the demon captures a soldier, flapping its wings and flying high.
"Help -- help --" the soldier's screams stopped, and he was killed in the air as the demon grabbed his belly with one hand, his head with the other, wrenched it off, and then grabbed it with the other. In an instant, the soldier's spine, internal organs and blood sputtered from the broken neck, were pushed out, scattered on the ground, and rained with blood.
The assembled soldiers stared with horror at the terrible sight. The devil's cold iron mask is even more ruthless, it will vent the soldier's body to the ground, absorb the soul of the dead, and then in the hands of a faint green fire.
"Spread out..." Shire felt a pang of weakness.
The magic fire condensed into a ball of flame, quickly threw to the entire army dense, burst on the ground, the flame immediately raged and exploded, more than a dozen people were blown down in the impact, the whole body burned with flames. Cries, screams, frightened flight.
Proulx called loudly to the people to be quiet, and looking back, seeing the Shire on the grassy slope, rode quickly towards him.
"The devil! It's the devil! Do something!" He screamed.
The winged demon quickly lowered himself, as if to show off his force before the Shire, and snatched the soldier from his horse with one paw. Proulx struggled under the devil's claws, which were embedded in his armor, bleeding from his mouth as he looked desperately at the Shire.
"Are you a hunter?" The winged demon made a hoarse voice.
"I've come to kill you." Shire quickly took out the magic rope from his arms and threw it at the winged demon, the rope galloping toward the demon's feet.
"I hate you. I hate it so much. Tortured day and night." The winged demon threw his arm so hard that Proulx screamed and was thrown to the ground, with a gaping hole in his skull, and Shire's heart wrenched and the rope grabbed empty.
Miss! Shire disappointed.
But to his surprise, the winged demon descended quickly, took the initiative to reach into the rope, the rope found the target, quickly and sensitively wrapped around its legs.
Why was it actively captured...
"Fool, you've been tricked." "Shouted Graddiu.
What's the blade demon talking about? -
He felt a great tug, and the winged demon jerked its wings and flew higher. Shire, holding the magic rope, was also carried upward by the demon in an instant and quickly pulled into the air.
That's it. 'he thought.