Archdemon

Finally, on the second day of the battle, Modo finally made up his mind. He abandoned Delia and chose to fight with all his heart and soul.

Delia, who was abandoned by Modo, screamed and shouted loudly: "Uncle Modo, save me, save me!!"

Modo listened to Delia's cry for help, his heart ached, tears in his eyes but he ignored it.

He couldn't protect himself now. If he still took Delia with him, the final result would be that both of them would die here.

Delia, who lost Modo's protection, fell from the sky. She didn't die, but fell directly to the ground. Except for the injury, there was nothing wrong.

Huo Ling did not order to kill Delia directly. The role of a living Delia was greater than that of a dead one.

Several elite dark warriors quickly rushed over and firmly controlled Delia, preventing her from resisting.

Modo's choice to abandon Delia was correct, but the timing was wrong. If he had done so at the beginning of the war, his current condition would definitely be much better.

Unfortunately, he left too late. The existence of this burden had consumed a lot of his fighting spirit and physical strength, and even many injuries were suffered in order to rescue Delia.

Modo roared in the sky, his counterattack became weaker and weaker, and the dense injuries piled up on his body had an increasing impact on him.

Especially the magic damage of the Death Warlord and Huo Ling, their attacks were all accompanied by secondary rules, and the accumulation of these secondary rules made Modo's body more and more difficult to mobilize.

Delia, who was controlled by the elite dark warrior, screamed in pain on the ground, she shouted: "Stop, Lord Huo Ling, I will agree to any conditions you want! Stop!"

Delia's scream was really shocking and tearful, but the people present were either undead or devils, and none of them were soft-hearted.

Huo Ling kept releasing the Soul Scream, which was surprisingly useful for Modo.

Under the protection of the defensive shield, Huo Ling drank another tube of magic potion to restore his magic power, and stared at Modo in the sky with a cold face.

"Let Modo drop his weapon, and I will leave you two alive!" Huo Ling's voice came from behind the shield.

But no one present would take this seriously, whether Huo Ling or Modo.

Huo Ling disdained Delia's cry. Under the command of his mental power, the elite dark warrior pulled Delia up and swung his heavy fists to attack the woman continuously.

The painful sound replaced her previous cry for help.

This sound fell into Modo's ears, and he couldn't help but look at the condition of Delia who was left behind by him.

It would have been better if he didn't look. This time he was attacked at least twice more, and now Modo was almost at the end of his strength.

Every time he escaped, he finally managed to repel the undead in front of him, but the short window of time was not enough for him to use the teleportation scroll.

Often the next moment, he would be hit by Huo Ling's soul scream, and he would always be dizzy for a short time, and then be surrounded by the undead again.

"Bastard!" Modo roared angrily, and his attacks became more and more violent.

Modo tried hard to get rid of the siege of the undead, but unfortunately he couldn't do it in his heyday, let alone him who was covered with scars.

Without Delia's burden, Huo Ling also began to release other sanctuary spells towards Modo.

Soul Scream!

"Ah~!"

A hideous soul phantom appeared beside Modo, emitting a painful scream.

This attack that directly hit the soul made Modo dazed for a moment again, and black blood flowed from his mouth and nose because of the attack.

Howling Chains!

A chain full of wronged souls and skulls bound Modo, who was still in a trance and showed no signs of breaking free.

In the sky, more than a dozen scorching eyes of law and eyes of death continuously attacked with rays.

The Death Warlords also swung their heavy weapons and smashed Modo's body.

"Boom!"

For a moment, countless attacks fell on Modo's body, and the soul fire that burst out and the breath of magic power directly wrapped up Modo's whole body.

Below, Delia looked at Modo's original position with lifeless eyes.

"Roar!"

Modo's painful roar came again, which made Delia's hanging heart relieved a little.

But the next moment, the scene that appeared made Delia's hanging heart finally die.

The roar of Modo just now was the last roar in his life. His chest had been broken by the axe of the Death Warlord, and a large two-handed sword of the Death Vanguard was also inserted behind him.

There was hardly any intact skin on Modo's body. There were dense scars everywhere.There were attacks left by cold weapons and by Huo Ling's spells.

His face was still wide open with bloodshot eyes. His expression was angry, as if he was still going to launch the next attack.

But the surrounding undead had stopped attacking. As undead who had died once and resurrected again, they could clearly feel that Modo's life had been completely extinguished.

Modo was dead!

"Uncle Modo..." Delia's tears of blood flowed down her face. After Modo died, her role was greatly reduced.

Delia was thrown to the ground casually by the elite dark warrior. At this time, she was kneeling on the ground and crying helplessly.

A death warlord wielded a battle axe and cut off Modo's head. There was not even blood flowing from his neck.

The blood in Modo's body had already been drained in the battle.

He was worthy of being a legend. Facing the siege of nearly forty holy domains, he still held on for almost two days before being killed.

Unfortunately, if Modo wore a full set of equipment, not to mention more, even a set of legendary armor, the result might be completely different. At least he could hold on for two more days, and even escape.

But Modo is dead now, even if there are more assumptions, it is useless now.

The location where Modo died in the battle is more than ten kilometers away from the city, which is the credit of his constant desire to escape.

But the attack distance of the holy domain spellcaster is often tens or hundreds of kilometers, and the distance he escaped has no effect on Huo Ling.

The Death Warlord held Modo's hideous head in one hand and dragged Modo's body with the other hand, and returned to the hall before the battle.

The spacious and solid hall that was originally built had already been severely damaged in the fierce battle.

In the entire hall, only the metal throne under Huo Ling remained in its original state, and the rest of the place had already turned into ruins.

Not to mention this hall, even the other buildings in the city have been almost destroyed by the aftermath of the battle.

Fortunately, these buildings are now empty. Except for some inferior demons who were working and did not withdraw in time and were killed by the aftermath, other demons and undead have no losses.

This battle destroyed at least the results of about a month's work in the city, which means that the outer city wall is thick and can withstand such an attack.

Otherwise, if the outer city wall with two walls built is destroyed, the loss in the city will be even greater.

Next, all the demons and inferior demons will be busy, and they need to rebuild the destroyed buildings.