Abyss Demon of All Realms

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Finally, he danced...

Every jump.

Although his position does not seem to have changed, his size seems to be getting smaller and smaller, giving people a feeling of drifting away.

How about that situation...

It's like the feeling in a cartoon that the viewing angle is not moving, but the animated character is running farther and farther.

at the same time.

One by one, he is also constantly being differentiated, wearing the same clothes, holding the same equipment, dancing the same confident dance steps, and heading towards all directions of the [multiverse]...

Chapter 1707: Daily entertainment

A certain [world] in a certain [lower plane].

As a place to be too lazy to name.

This place belongs to the extremely classic round sky and local structure.

Several giant continents, more than a dozen giant oceans, and the vast expanse of starry sky together make up this [world].

And now.

On a certain continent in this [world].

A team of adventurers who looked particularly elite was heading towards the Demon King City over the mountains.

To end the long years of war.

End the tyranny that the devil has imposed on hundreds of countries and hundreds of millions of creatures on this continent for thousands of years.

They are trying to raid the Demon King's City where the Demon King is located, and decapitate him!

There are warriors, mages, priests, assassins, and archers...

Not only is every member a top-notch powerhouse, but even the equipment they carry is the top-notch stuff that the resistance forces have cobbled together!

Say without hesitation.

The purity of the entire team is really high!

Classic Western fantasy configuration!

Just getting together has already increased the success rate by a few points!

a few days later.

"Peng~"

Accompanied by a loud bang.

The most central palace of Demon King City, which was in a closed state, the black metal gate weighing hundreds of tons by itself was violently broken open.

And the captain of the adventure team is the giant sword warrior among them.

Withdrawing his foot that kicked the door, holding the blood-stained sharp knife, he shouted loudly on the spot:

"[Devil King—An Xiade], your time of death has arrived!

"

"My companions and I will completely end your brutal rule today!

"

heard.

The demon king named [An Xiade] was wearing a heavy armor and sitting on his bone throne, with a disdainful smile on his face immediately.

"really?"

"I do not believe."

Contemptuous smile.

Confident smile.

Plus an attitude of asking and answering yourself.

Impeccable!

In this regard.

The captain who felt that he and others were underestimated by the other party was also a little angry.

Immediately want to perform some hard work for the other party.

Force the opponent to come up with a sufficiently correct attitude to meet the enemy.

then.

It was a sudden sharp pain in the waist.

the reason is simple.

his companion.

The professional assassins in the team gave him a round of classic backstabs.

Start fast and be ruthless!

Just a blink of an eye.

Both his left and right waists were pierced!

The kind that bleeds fast!

The beautiful pastor couldn't help but exclaim.

See this situation.

The Demon King who sat firmly on the Diaoyutai suddenly showed an expression of being in control.

And out of the need for pretense, he wanted to give a speech of his own at that time.

The intention is to use language like yours to break the opponent's confidence.

no way.

What is the difference between not pretending to be aggressive and salted fish? ?

The devil also needs to pretend!

but.

Before he could speak, he heard a strange music echoing behind him.

"?"

Subconsciously, he wanted to turn around.

however.

What awaited him was an axe.

While the soldier is still screaming, the priest is still screaming, and the assassin has not claimed credit for his backstab... The overall situation is still very complicated, and the story is about to enter the next stage.

He passed away.

The devil is immortal.

Even the pale white brains came out.

The expressions of everyone present came to a sudden stop.

"giao~"

"Another fucking good job..."

Then, when the guy who manually stabbed the devil finished speaking with some dissatisfaction.

Everyone present saw the other party walking away with weird dance steps, just like when the other party came...

Waited for quite a while.

After confirming that the other party has really left.

The assassin who backstabbed a former teammate.

First, he looked at the two daggers in his hands that were covered in blood.

"..."

He looked at his former teammates who were gradually surrounding him.

Immediately couldn't help but said:

"... oh!"

"Can you reconcile?"

The archer pulled the bowstring and said with a straight face:

"No."

"...Then what if I say everything is a misunderstanding?"

The giant sword warrior whose waist was being healed by the priest with a healing technique replied with a distorted expression:

"Definitely still can't."

then.

The Assassin hit the street.

He was stabbed in the waist by a soldier with a two-handed sword to death.

It's a disgraceful walk.

Original words.

According to the original development situation.

Since most of the main force was scrapped on the spot, and the other main force surrendered to the enemy on the spot, this team will barely escape a few survivors at the cost of four-fifths of the casualties, and the supporters behind them will also die. The devil ushered in destruction in the next revenge of the devil, which made the rule of the devil usher in strengthening again...

The new protagonist will appear 200 years later, and until then, the reign of the devil king will come to an end.

But because of Orshaka's messing around.

There is a major turning point in the story.

It's a pity to be true~

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at the same time.

Another adjacent [world].

[A story without twists and turns is meaningless! ! 】

Inside a coffee shop.

Look at the bullshit stories I wrote.

An author who was writing a story suddenly felt very sad.

He didn't understand why he would write a rubbish story about the boss being knocked out instantly by a mysterious passer-by who passed by.

"Grass!"

Just finished feeling.

He heard a burst of inexplicable music and a burst of evaluation.

"It's fine if the writing is poor, and you don't even have any creativity??"

"Spicy chicken!"

There was no time to turn back.

The scumbag author got hit with an axe.

Since then.