"Ding~"

In the orc camp, Sid and Grot collided with each other. The cold light on the Swift Sword kept flashing, the silver snake twisted, and the sharp Swift Sword tips moved back and forth only around Grot's two eyes.

The demon of the Conviction must use one hand to protect his eyes, which weakened his offensive.

However, Sid was sweating heavily at this time, and he kept moving his steps, looking for a way to win.

After a little battle with Sid, he found the problem.

In fact, he didn't really recognize what the devil was in front of him. As a mercenary middleman, he naturally knew less about the devil's history. He only knew that the devil was pure evil, and his target was to dominate the world and devour all flesh and blood souls.

But he knows a little bit about the devil's category.

The devil is very strong and the devil is very disciplined. In addition to the great devil, the remaining devils form a system similar to the army. All devils are under the jurisdiction of the great devil or the devil princes under their command or the devil generals below. Different devils have clear division of labor.

The guy in front of him who calls himself the Demon Grote is obviously not a big devil. According to Sid's estimate, the opponent's strength should be at the legendary level. Since he is punished for coming, he is at the hero level. Of course, he has the advantage of suppressing a large level, but it cannot be impeccable.

Why did the Raven Knights all die when they come up?

When he fought, Sid knew that Grott's body was covered with a black painted skin as strong as a steel plate, which was equivalent to super-heavy armor on his body. With his weak armor-breaking ability of his Swift Sword, it was impossible to cut Grott's steel plate!

Therefore, no tricks such as round-slashing and semi-circular slashing are useful. The only effective goal of the Swift Sword is to stab.

Without thinking too much, Sid came up and attacked Grote's eyes because it was the only place that was not defended by the epidermis.

Sure enough, Grote defended.

This made Sid discover Grote's second weakness. This guy is fast, has high defense, fierce attacks and easily breaks his armor. He can even constantly remove spikes from his body for long-range attacks. The Knights hit him for nothing.

But it turns slowly.

It is "relatively" slow, and the knights wearing heavy armor and the sergeants wearing cotton armor cannot escape, but Sid, wearing chain armor, has room to move around.

The mercenaries have summarized the fighting styles of large enemies: big and weak sects, fat and weak chrysanthemums, and weak hair. Although it cannot be considered as the correct one, it can be used as a reference.

Not only did he be grateful for his basic skills again and again, but he was almost dead and alive every time, he could barely get entangled. The unique elasticity of the Sword of Swift and Sid's flexible pace made it difficult for Grote to attack him.

"Little mouse, do you think you can play hide-and-seek with me until the end of my arrival?" Grott, a Demon of Strike, was indeed a little annoyed when facing Sid's attack, but it was just a little bit. He impatiently used his sickle-like giant claws to tear the air open again and again, and the sharpness emitted a scorching breath: "Many people like to play with me like this, and they are all dead."

"Boom!" Three deep ravines that were one meter long were drawn on the ground. Xide narrowly leaned against the combined steps and then avoided it. His body rolled around the ground. Before he could pull a long distance, the Swift Sword quickly stabbed out and then took Grote's face. Xing Mo roared in annoyance and opened the sword edge of the Swift Sword.

The bending degree of the Swift Sword blade under this blow made Sid frightened, and the naked eye could judge that the bending was more than 100°.

The basis of bounce and push back is to block the opponent's attack. If you can't block the counterattack, what kind of counterattack is it?

Sid quickly retreated, and the place where he was originally located had been swept by giant claws. Sid was extremely sure that if he couldn't dodge this, it would be enough to cut him into three pieces. The mercenary was sweating profusely. He held the swift sword in his hand tightly, as if he had clenched his last hope.

Grote, the demon of the Demon of the Strike, was right. Sid could consume it, but his physical strength could not be as good as the devil. If he consumed it, he would lose.

But, what should he win? As long as Grote protects his eyes, he is almost impeccable! He is also impeccable behind him!

Judging from Sid's rich experience, Grote's physical resistance is so strong that he should be afraid of magic. There are no creatures with very high double resistance than the level of destiny, especially this intermediate demon.

The problem is, Sid doesn't know how to magic!

His only hope was a bottle of holy water that his friend personally prepared for him and two smoke bombs from his friend whom he carried behind him. Perhaps it would be useful to this guy, but the devil could definitely avoid it when he was too far away. Sid had been chopped up long ago.

What to do? What to do?

It seems that I can't avenge them anymore, Sid is calculating the price in his heart.

Sorry, Moltke, sorry, little guide, you will avenge your murder for the next life!

If this continues, he will not win at all, he will run.

The two sides confronted again, and Sid's somewhat tired wrist rotated again. The blade of the Swift Sword danced out a beautiful sword flower, which followed Grote's attack gap and took its eyes straight. This time the attack speed was faster than the reward. As Sid's movement, the Swift Sword drifted through the semicircle and rushed out suddenly. Following the blade, you could even see a circular airflow flashing through.

Spiral thorn!

"!" Xing Mo knew that if he had a chance to get his chance, he would have to retreat again.

Sid bought some time by himself.

"Little mouse, how many times can you use this trick?" Grote sneered: "Do you think you can delay until my arrival ends?"

Sid said nothing, but his speed did slow down significantly. Xing Mo flashed a backhand and finally wiped Sid's fur coat.

The brand new and beautiful fur coat that I just got from Lao Ma turned into strips of cloth and was half hung behind Sid.

Not only that, Sid looked down and saw that his chain armor had just spent 100 Jin'eju to customize the chain armor, which had just been customized, and several holes were cracked, revealing the inner shirt inside.

The chain armor that can withstand the knife and axe chisel was broken like this.

Obviously, when the plate armor is all paper, the dense iron rings of chain armor cannot protect themselves.

This is a real strong enemy. Sid knew that he had only one chance, but the other party was very cunning. He didn't know if he could get this opportunity.

Sid has a trump card that has not been released yet.

But how should I get this trump card?

Still thinking, the demon opposite the sword suddenly stopped: "Holy Grail? Holy Grail of Sin Nightmare?"

"?!" Sid then realized that the golden cup that Samir gave him fell out because of the broken coat.

The golden cup with various jewelry and jade inlaid on it made Grott unable to take his eyes away. It stopped attacking, although Sid was already panting: "Why did the Holy Grail of Sin, why did it appear here?"

The Holy Grail of Nightmare? Sid's mind is still a little irritated.

"Hahaha! I must have received the blessing of Ah-Master Black Ma!" The demon suddenly became ecstatic and he opened his mouth: "The Holy Grail of Sin is really the Holy Grail of Sin! That's great. With it, I will become the Prince of the Devil!"

"What is the Holy Grail of Nightmare?" Sid immediately asked. He knew nothing about the Golden Cup. He had to ask whether the devil in front of him would tell him, whether he was lies or not.

"Stupid mortals, of course you don't know that this is the holy object from the age of ancient sages will appear anywhere from time to time. As a virtual realm artifact, it can produce a special slurry..." Grott's words came to an abrupt end. It seemed that he had said too much. The demon of punishment extended his hand to Sid: "Mortals, give it to me."

Sid picked up the golden cup and stuffed it into his arms: "If you kill me, you will naturally possess it."

"Give it to me, I can consider letting you go!" Who knew that the demon of fighting was really standing still, Grot continued to reach out to Sid. The devil was always cunning, but Grot's eagerness on his face could not be hidden in any case: "Hurry!"

That's now!

The opportunity was rare, and Sid immediately turned around and ran away.

The man in the middle ran out like a rabbit. He used his hands and feet, rolled and crawled all over his body, and rushed out of the orc camp.

Three seconds later, the wooden fence of the orc camp behind Sid exploded, and the devil more than four meters high chased after him, and he ran faster than Sid!

"Leave the Holy Grail of Sin!" Grot roared. This was on the plateau of the Julian Mountains, not flat. If Sid threw the Holy Grail of Sin, he didn't know how much time it would take to find it. The devil creature roared again: "Otherwise I will torture your soul for ten thousand years!"

Sid ignored it, and a very dangerous plan was taking shape in his mind.

"Dong~Dong~Dong~Dong~"

The speed of the demon of the Sword was much faster than that of Sid, and Sid knew that he could not escape.

Fifteen steps left.

Sid simply put away the light sword of the Holy Temple. He held the golden cup with one hand, and secretly reached towards the belt behind him and held the handle tightly.

There are ten steps left.

Sid recalled his plan again.

Everything seemed to be quiet, and Grote behind him was still roaring something, and Sid had already gone to listen.

Back to the bloody night he experienced at the age of 12, the devil believers led the devils into the manor and washed away everything they saw. Sid witnessed the death of familiar people with his own eyes.

There are five steps left, the burnt smell and the sound of wind that cut through the sickle and the sound of the wind are already close to your ears.

The plan begins!

Sid turned around and slid backwards, raising the golden cup in his hand as if to throw it out in the distance.

"No!" Grott screamed. If the Holy Grail of Nightmare falls into the vast forests of coniferous and broad-leaved forests among the mountains, it really doesn't know how long it will take to find it!

It was this moment that diverted Grote's attention. Sid retracted the golden cup and let it fall to the ground. He touched his belt and turned around and threw something at Grote.

Dwarf's smoke bomb!

"Bang~" The smoke bomb exploded, and Grote's vision was blocked by the smoke. He immediately covered his face with both hands.

You can fight as much as you want, I will lose if I can break the defense!

The Swift Sword was unsheathed and stabbed the wound caused by Moltke on Grott's thigh with great accuracy.

Sid finally tasted the first drop of blood today. An ugly wound was bursting through the black gel, and the devil's magma-like blood splashed out.

This is a break.

The devil howled angrily, and he immediately let go of the two sharp claws covering his eyes and wanted to tear Sid to pieces.

That's now!

A small bottle of holy water was thrown out by Sid. The glass bottle touched the edge of the sharp claw and burst into pieces. The holy spring water instantly filled the face of the demon. Large groups of steam gushed out instantly, swallowing the two warriors. Grott's scream was deafening, and he scratched his face with his claws in pain.

The holy water seeped into the eyes, and the devil's eyes were temporarily blind.

Sid was satisfied with the result. Holy water was extremely concentrated sulfuric acid for the devil, not to mention that it was made by the elder sister himself. He seized this opportunity to draw out his own shotgun from behind.

In this world, firearms still exist, but their power is much smaller. After the extraordinary power reaches the model level, most powerful people are no longer afraid of firearms. They can easily avoid them from a long distance, but they have no chance to shoot at close distance.

Now that I have a chance, Sid pulled the trigger at Grote at close range with his face close to him: "Judgement!"

"Boom!" Shotballs burst out from the barrel, and the rain of bullets hit Xingmo's body and was bounced away by his strong skin.
To be continued...