"You are the Demon King of the Real Demon Kingdom" With the enemy's high-end combat power appearing, it is definitely impossible for Li Yalin to continue paddling.
Although it is not impossible for ordinary soldiers to push away the so-called saint, the losses of this kind of tactics are too great.
The soldiers of the tribe cannot afford to lose.
He needs the demon soldiers to grow up, but he doesn't intend to let them sacrifice in vain.
Now Kamel has no masters who can match the saint, and Li Yalin can't do it even if he doesn't want to do it himself.
And just after he appeared on the stage, he saw that the enemy saint did not show any cautious expression on his face.
Perhaps in his opinion, the demon king of the real demon country was not worthy of his fear at all.
"That's right, I am the 32nd Demon King of the Real Demon Kingdom.
As for the name, I won't introduce myself too much to save time."
It is completely obvious that the so-called Saint Bakr is not as afraid of the appearance of the Demon King as Kallie.
This is inevitable, and Li Yalin himself knows it well.
Although Demon King is a title for a level of power, it is also a title for a position.
Perhaps the former Demon King could reach the level of a real Demon King, but as the Demon clan weakens, the Demon King will eventually become just a symbol.
It is impossible for anyone to think that the Demon King of the Demon Clan can be compared with the Human Supreme.
In this era when the Supreme has become a legend, the Saint already represents the strongest combat power in the world.
The arrogance of Saint Bakir was not unfounded.
But this time, he made a wrong judgment.
He was arrogant.
Li Yalin was even more arrogant than him.
Who is afraid of whom?
"That's right.
As a demon king who is about to fall, your name is indeed not worthy of being remembered by me."
Well, the saint is worthy of being a saint, and he is indeed proud of the rhythm of heaven.
Li Yalin even refused to report his name, which immediately annoyed Saint Bakr.
Although he became a saint, this guy's temper was not very good.
If there weren't so many pairs of eyes around him, plus he had to Considering the majesty of the saint, he might have taken the lead long ago.
Even though he resisted and did not make a move, the other party's anger was still fierce.
He groaned, stared at Li Yalin closely, and said the harsh words in frustration.
"Tsk, actually I really want to know who gave you the courage to speak so brazenly when facing a demon king."
Li Yalin has long been familiar with this routine of talking harshly.
In the past, when watching movies and anime, he would often complain about why the characters in the show always had so much to say.
He just wanted to have a good time. , why are you talking so much when you have nothing to do?
But in fact, this kind of harsh words is really indispensable, and it is precisely because he has experienced it himself that he understands the importance of talking even more.
If you say something harsh, I will say it again.
When the anger of both sides reaches the critical point and the combat effectiveness reaches its peak, this will be the signal for the real war to begin.
Of course, the most important thing is that this is also a momentum competition before the battle.
Whoever is weaker first will fall to the disadvantage.
Although in the face of the absolute strength gap, all harsh words are just paper tigers and of no use at all.
"Demon King?
I'm just a king of a race that is about to perish.
I still need others to give me courage."
Admittedly, Li Yalin felt that there was no use in talking harshly.
Even if he said a few sentences, he was just abiding by the rules of the game.
After all, fighting over a disagreement would feel so incompetent that there was no plot at all. , I only know how to fight and kill, isn’t it too boring?
But the result was not good.
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That Saint Bakir actually kept talking, and he seemed to be determined not to give up until he regained his position with his words.
How could anyone bear this?
"Has anyone ever told you that you talk a lot of nonsense?"
If he keeps talking to the other party, Li Yalin feels that he can at least say a few thousand words without repeating himself.
He is not here to waste time.
He has lost the patience to fight back against the other party's harsh words.
Stepping forward and slapping him, Li Yalin directly slapped Saint Bakr away.
He turned 720 degrees in the air, and the guy was like a top, rolling at a high speed.
Slapping Saint Bakr away, Li Yalin still curled his lips.
He knew very well that now was not the time to respect the old and cherish the young.
Don't think that he would be merciful when the other party was older.
That was simply impossible.
"How is this possible?"
Li Yalin's slap directly made the commander-in-chief of the Griffin Empire, Kale, dumbfounded.
In his understanding, Saint Bakr is the pillar of the empire, the strongest existence, and should be a myth that will never be defeated.
But now, what do I see?
The myth is shattered The Demon King on the opposite side just stretched out his hand and slapped his strongest Saint into the air like a top.
Is this scene in front of me real?
Could this be a dream of mine?
"He's not dead yet" Li Yalin didn't care at all how frightened Kallie was.
What really interested him was that Saint Bakr didn't die under his slap.
Although he is now taking in too much air and outgoing it, he looks like he is about to die.
"Who the hell are you?"
Saint Bakr was seriously injured by a slap and lay on the ground unable to move.
It was only when Li Yalin walked up to him that he could barely speak.
Like Callie, he couldn't believe that he was actually injured by a slap.
What he wanted to know more now was the identity of the man who seriously injured him.
This absolutely cannot be the Demon King of the Demon Clan.
If the Demon Clan really had such a powerful Demon King, how could they be willing to survive in the bitter cold northern land?
Who is this person?
Why does he want to help the demons?
"Didn't I already tell you that I am the thirty-second Demon King of the Real Demon Kingdom?
As for my name, you are not qualified to know it now."
Looking at the unwilling Saint Bakr, Li Yalin showed a faint smile.
The gap between the devil and the saint was not just a gap of one level.
With his current strength, he could kill a saint with one slap.
It's not that difficult.
In fact, if he attacks with all his strength, it is not impossible to kill a demon king with one slap.
But there was no need for him to explain this to a dying person.
This Saint Bakir is destined to die without peace of mind.
He will walk on the road to hell with doubts and will never be able to live in peace.
"you" Seeing that Li Yalin still refused to tell the truth, Saint Bakr's eyes suddenly widened.
Unfortunately, as soon as the word "you" came out of his mouth, he never had the chance to speak again, and just breathed his last.
Amitabha Virgin Mary, since you dare to offend my real demon kingdom, you should be prepared to die.
I am just sending you on your way now, and more people will accompany you in the future.
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Taking one last look at the body of Saint Bakr, it was clear that this was not Li Yalin's first time killing someone, and he could not feel any guilt about killing the invading enemy.
So he just glanced at it, and then his eyes turned to the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Army, Kallie.
After experiencing the scene of the death of the saint, this guy must have been frightened.
Yes, that's right, Kallie was indeed frightened.
The omnipotent saint in his heart was killed like an ant, and even before his death, he could not solve the doubts in his heart.
All of this was brought about by the young man in front of him, this young man who is as old as his nephew, this Demon King of the Real Demon Kingdom, he is like a real demon, bringing fear into everyone heart.
"Leave here, we have to leave here and the entire army retreats."
Feeling Li Yalin's gaze, Kale couldn't help but tremble, his legs were trembling, and his teeth were chattering.
There is only one thing he wants to think about now, and that is to escape from this horrible place as soon as possible At this moment, Kallie began to understand the thoughts of those soldiers.
Yes, he would rather die under the sword of an angel than die in the hands of these demons, at least then he would know how he died.
But now, his soldiers died inexplicably, the army was suddenly defeated, the Griffin Knights were destroyed, and even the last supporter, Saint Bakr, was slapped to death.
How can we fight this battle?
No, this is a war with no chance of victory.
Our side will never be able to defeat the demons. run Must run No matter what, I have to escape from this horrible hell The instinct of survival burst out, and Kale hurriedly ordered to escape.
In fact, if he could still keep calm now, he should know very well that with Li Yalin's ability to kill the saint with one slap, it would be easy to eliminate him and his soldiers in an instant.
It's a pity that he can't care about anything now, he just wants to desert the army, and Li Yalin didn't take action when he saw this, because he knew that Kale couldn't escape from his grasp.
Not far away, two troops of magic swordsmen led by Princess Cora were waiting in full formation.
Kalle and his defeated troops could not escape far before they were overtaken by the army led by Her Royal Highness the Princess.
The elite troops of the Griffin Empire were destroyed on the border of the True Demon Kingdom.
It can even be said that not a single soldier has ever crossed that border.
From the perspective of the Griffin Empire, they were undoubtedly the losers of the war.
Except for the slave soldiers who were specially retained as cannon fodder, there are only about 5,000 elite soldiers who are still alive today.
But on the side of the demons, this was an unprecedented victory.
After all, this was an unequal war, and the difference in strength between them was too great.
According to Li Yalin, winning is normal, but losing is impossible.
To be continued
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