Looking at the tragic situation opposite, Locke couldn't help but frown. He was a soldier and empathized with the picture. After all, he was not a straitor, sighed and turned to Roland and said, "Okay, go and help them. I believe the lesson they have learned is enough."

"Okay, you are the commander this time." Roland came to the windowsill without comment. After a ball of fire, he returned to his devil's posture. He stood at the window, kicked his feet hard, and jumped like a cannonball and entered the opposite building for more than ten meters.

After rolling, he stood up straight, moved his neck, and looked at the sea of ​​fire opposite him with a grim smile, "I still like the feeling of flying, forget it, let's abuse the vegetables first."

He stretched out his right hand, and the flames on the ground were all integrated into his hands as if attracted by a huge vacuum cleaner. The little flame demon opposite him discovered this in horror and immediately screamed to remind his companions.

"Okay, guys, show me something new and let me see. Don't tell me that you can't even pack these smallest things in hell." Roland always remembered the original intention of letting these soldiers exercise more. Of course, it may be that he is lazy. The food in the world these days has made his stomach feel a little uncomfortable, and he is happy to watch the show if he doesn't move.

The soldiers who experienced various strikes and support also returned to normal. Actual combat is indeed the fastest way for them to grow. Alternate cover and precise shooting, and they began to show the results of training. Even the medical soldiers quickly pulled the injured to a safe place and dealt with it quickly.

Roland leaned against a pillar, clenched his teeth while teasing heartlessly, "Hey, be careful, behind you, that fork is about to penetrate your anus... over there, be careful to deal with the little flame demon first, you don't want to see it restore your magic power... Oh, it's so cruel now, the medical soldier, go and see that young man. The fork just now is only an inch away from his baby. Show him well, don't let his girlfriend leave him because of this..."

Although Roland has always had this French-style smooth tone, it has to be said that what he said happened to be the point. Abandoning his tone without mentioning it still helped the soldiers who fought.

After all, creatures like Little Demon are just the lowest-level troops in hell. They have nothing outstanding in defense or attack. When the soldiers adapt to their height, the situation on the battlefield immediately showed a one-sided situation.

This can be heard from Roland's slut, "Yes, that's it. It's much easier to target their big heads than moving targets. Oh, that big guy over there is pretty fucking. Look at this kick to the vagina, it almost kicked out the little guy's brain. Wow, beautiful cooperation, boy, your knife is so beautiful, who taught you..."

This guy's words have become a calming agent for everyone. The soldier feels like he is in training, and there is a comrade in his arms around him keeps talking, and there is a sense of intimacy on this cruel battlefield.

Unfortunately, joy leads to sorrow. Just as Roland was commenting on the battle, there was a loud bang, and the ceiling above his head burst open. A huge dark red body jumped down and grabbed his neck.

"You bastard, as a high-level demon, why are you on the side of human beings? Which demon king you belong to? I want to tear you apart." The Captain of the Horn Demon above finally couldn't help it. He immediately discovered that the leader of the human beings was the first to do it. Of course, it was also related to Roland's too much nonsense. In fact, he was just here to help.

The two real commanders discovered the new demon and immediately organized soldiers to shoot to help Roland to rescue the enemy. Unfortunately, this time the enemy was much more difficult, and the bullets had little effect on him.

Without caring about the tickling bullets, the big demon stared at Roland and kept tightening his hands. Now he could no longer breathe and began to roll his eyes. As a spell demon, he was too close to the horned demon's mechanic.

Facing Captain Horned Demon's breathless mouth, Roland tried hard to say: "What did you... eat in the morning... it smells so bad... I'm about to suffocate..."

When the Horn Demon widened his eyes and was about to add another force to strangle this deaf thing, there was a rumbling sound, and a big man bumped out of the wall next to him like his previous appearance, knocking him out. Of course, he unconsciously let go of his hand.

"Cough... Cough... you should have come early." Roland rubbed his neck and gasped and complained to Locke.

"Sorry, I think you can still joke and think you have any other tricks." Locke shrugged, jumped into the air and rushed into the air and smashed his fist.

The battle between tum, tum, and fist to flesh attracted everyone's attention. The primitive fighting method of these two big guys made the soldiers excited. As a human being, he could actually tie the game with the inhuman high demons, which was incredible.

"What do you think? Have you killed all the enemies? Speed ​​up. He is not here to perform for you." The funny Roland gave the soldiers a shout, making them calm down and focus on their own battles.

Of course, he chose to ignore the scene when he sat aside and watched the show. He also had something to say. He was seriously injured just now and needed a rest.

Dodging the heavy punch of the Horn Demon, Locke raised his elbow and kowtowed hard from bottom to top on his chin. Unfortunately, this was enough to kill a bull but only made the Horn Demon's head slightly tilt upwards.

Although Locke, who is much better than the Horned Demon, has not been hit yet, there is no good way for the thick skin of the Diagonist. While he hits, he complains to the old demon in the shield in his heart, "Senior, help, this guy's skin is too hard."

Unfortunately, the old demon who has been helping him a lot this time was a little confused, "I'm so lucky, what kind of enemy are you looking for this time? My weakness and slow spells are useless."

"Ah? What should I do? This guy's skin is too thick. I just used dark force and couldn't penetrate his skin and hurt his inner abdomen."

"Let me think about it, you also look for his weaknesses. There is no one in this world who is not weak."

After receiving this news, Locke had no choice but to grit his teeth and persevere, and at the same time he roared at the lazy Roland over there, "What are the weaknesses of this guy?"

Roland, who had been checking whether he had any other injuries, looked up when he heard this. He had weaknesses? The horned demon is famous for his thick skin and thick flesh, and what other weaknesses can he have?

"By the way, he can't fly!" Roland finally thought of something and shouted excitedly.

"Nonsense, my mother doesn't know either! Even if I can, this is still in the house. Is there anything else?"

After thinking for a while, Roland simply hit Captain Horned Demon's face with a fireball, and at the same time, he said to Locke helplessly: "Eyes, throat, and lower body are like humans. Relatively speaking, these places are a little weaker, and the others are gone. This is a high-level demon specially used for hand-to-hand combat. How could it be too big of a weakness?"

Since there is no opportunistic method, it aroused Locke's ferocity. Damn, let's compare who is more powerful. While the horn demon who was washed by the fireball couldn't open his eyes for a while, Locke quickly walked around his back, clamped his legs between his waist, and gave him a cross lock with both hands, which slammed his throat.

The horn demon felt the danger and slammed Locke's arm with his hands, and frantically hitting the surrounding buildings with his back. Locke, who had accepted the truth, vomited blood and tried hard. It seemed that this move was effective.

The old demon in the shield was also anxious. Since he could not cast spells on the horned demon, he might as well do it on Locke, and release it all on Locke.

Locke's eyes, who had been released from these spells, began to turn red, his already strong muscles became even more exaggerated, and his upper body's combat uniform was directly broken.

"Ah! Ah!" As Locke roared, the strength of his arms became stronger. Captain Horned Demon had already felt abnormal and hit him even more crazily trying to get rid of Locke. Unfortunately, all this was futile.

With Locke's last force, the huge and ugly head of the Horn Demon was pulled off from his body by him. Roland looked at Locke's bloody look like he was a ghost. Oh my God, the Horn Demon, who was the main combat soldier in hell, was actually torn by a human with bare hands. Is this guy the Demon King?

Seeing the horned demon head thrown aside by Locke, Roland immediately rushed over and picked it up. As a high-level demon, there is a magic center in its head, which is the best supplement for the devils, and even an advanced medicine.

Without caring about the blood, Roland reached in and couldn't help but be stunned when he held the center like a hard gem, looking at Locke with a more respectful look.
Chapter completed!