Chapter 1997 Who Is More Afraid of than Arrogance?

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"Are you the Demon King of the Real Demon Kingdom?"

With the enemy's high-end combat power showing up, it is definitely impossible for Li Yalin to continue paddling. Although it is not impossible to push away the so-called saint with ordinary soldiers, this kind of tactics loses too much. The soldiers of the clan can't afford to lose.

He needs the soldiers of the Demon Race to grow up, but he doesn't intend to let them sacrifice in vain. Now Kamel has no masters who can rival the saints, and Li Yalin can't do it even if he doesn't want to do it himself.

And right after he came out, looking at the enemy saint, he didn't show any cautious expression on his face. Perhaps in his opinion, the devil king of the real devil kingdom is not worth his fear at all.

"That's right, I am the thirty-second Demon King of the Real Demon Kingdom. As for the name, I won't introduce myself much, so as to save time wasted."

It can be seen that the so-called saint Bakr is not as afraid of the appearance of the devil as Kaliel is. This is inevitable, and Li Yalin himself knows it well.

Although the devil king is a title of power level, it is also a title of position. Perhaps the former devil king can reach the level of a real devil king, but with the weakening of the demon clan, the devil king is only reduced to a symbol in the end.

It is impossible for anyone to think that the demon king of the demon clan can be compared with the supreme being of human beings. In this era when the supreme has become a legend, the saint already represents the strongest combat power in this world!

The arrogance of that Bakker saint is not unfounded.

But this time, he made a wrong judgment, he was arrogant? Li Yalin is even more arrogant than him! Who is more afraid of than arrogance?

"It's true, as a demon king who is about to fall, your name is indeed not worth remembering by me."

Well, the saint is worthy of being a saint, and indeed the rhythm of being proud of the sky.

Li Yalin refused to even report his name, and immediately annoyed Saint Bakker. Although he became a saint, this guy's temper is not very good. Considering the majesty of the saint, he might have taken the lead.

Even though he resisted not to make a move, the other party's anger was still very strong, and he snorted, he stared at Li Yalin closely, and put back the cruel words very unhappy.

"Tsk... Actually, I really want to know who gave you the courage to speak so boldly when facing a devil king."

Li Yalin has long been familiar with this kind of routine talk, and can no longer be familiar with it. In the past, when watching movies and anime, he would often complain about why the characters in the play always have so many words. It’s good to have a good time. , it's okay, what are you doing so much talking about?

But in fact, this kind of ruthless talking is really indispensable, and it is precisely because of his personal experience that he understands the importance of talking better.

If you speak harshly, I will put it back again. When the anger of the two sides reaches the critical point and the fighting power reaches its peak, this is the signal for a real war.

Of course, the most important thing is that this is also a competition of momentum before the battle, whoever is weaker first will fall to the disadvantage.

Although... in the face of the absolute difference in strength, all ruthless words are paper tigers, which are useless at all.

"The devil? A king of a race that is about to perish, do you still need someone to give me courage?"

It is true that Li Yalin felt that it was useless to talk harshly. Even if he said a few words, he was just following the rules of the game. After all, if he disagreed with him, he would fight or something. It felt too unqualified, and there was no plot , I only know about fighting and killing, isn't it too boring?

But it turned out to be a good thing, that Holy Bakker was talking nonsense, as if he would not give up until he found a way out of his mouth, how could people bear it?

"Has anyone ever told you that you talk a lot of crap?"

If you keep talking to the other party,

Li Yalin felt that he could at least say a few thousand words without repeating. He didn't come here to waste time. He had lost the patience to fight back against the other party's harsh words.

Stepping forward with a slap, Li Yalin directly slapped that Bakker saint away, turning his body 720 degrees in the air. The guy was like a spinning top, and the tumbling was called a speed.

He slapped Saint Bakr away with a slap, and Li Yalin still curled his lips. He knew very well that now is not the time to respect the old and love the young. Don't think that he will be merciful when the other party is old. That is simply impossible. !

"This...how is this possible?"

Li Yalin's slap directly made the commander-in-chief of the Griffin Empire, Kale, dumbfounded. In his cognition, the saint of Bakr is the pillar of the empire. The strongest existence should be a myth that will never be defeated. !

But now, what did I see?

Myth busted?

The demon king on the opposite side just stretched out a slap, and he slapped the strongest saint on his side, spinning like a top, flying into the sky. Is this scene in front of him real?

Could this be a dream of his own?

"He didn't die?"

Li Yalin didn't care how scared Karlie was. What really interested him was that the saint Bakr didn't die under his slap.

Although he is also taking in more air and exhaling less, he looks like he is about to die.

"You... who are you..."

Saint Bakker was seriously injured by a slap, and he lay on the ground unable to even move. It was only when Li Yalin walked in front of him that he could barely speak.

Like Carlie, he couldn't believe that he was actually injured by a slap, and what he wanted to know more now was the identity of the man who seriously injured him.

This is absolutely impossible to be the Demon King of the Demon Race! If such a powerful demon king really appeared in the demon clan, how could they live willingly 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 is not just a difference of rank. With his current strength, he can kill a saint with one slap It's not difficult.

In fact, if it was his all-out attack, it would not be impossible to kill a demon king with a single slap.

It's just that he doesn't need to explain this to a dying person.

This saint Bakker is destined to have no way to go with peace of mind. He will walk on the road to hell with doubts, and he will never be able to live in peace.

"you……"

Seeing that Li Yalin still refused to tell the truth until now, the eyes of Saint Bakker suddenly widened, but unfortunately, he never had a chance to speak a single word from you, so he swallowed his last breath like this.

Virgin Mary of Amitabha, since you dare to offend my true demon country, you should be prepared to die. I am just sending you on the road ahead of time, and more people will accompany you in the future.

Taking a last look at the body of Saint Bakr, it was not the first time Li Yalin had killed someone, and it was impossible for him to feel guilty 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, Kale. After experiencing the death of the saint, this guy must have been scared to death, right?

That's right, Kale was indeed frightened stupid. The omnipotent saint in his heart was killed like an ant, and he couldn't solve the doubts in his heart when he was dying.

All of this was brought about by the young man in front of him, this young man who was as old as his nephew, the Demon King of the Real Demon Kingdom, he is like a real demon, bringing fear into everyone heart.

"Get out of here! We're going out of here! The whole army retreats! Retreat!"

Sensing Li Yalin's gaze, Kalie couldn't help shivering, his legs were shaking constantly, and his teeth were fighting constantly.

All he thinks about now is to escape from this horrible place as soon as possible!

At this moment, Carle began to understand the thoughts of those soldiers. Yes, he would rather die by the angel's sword than die by the hands of these demons, at least then he would know how he died.

But now, the soldiers under him died inexplicably, the army was suddenly defeated, the Griffon Knights were destroyed, and even the last sage who relied on Buckle was slapped dead.

How can we fight this battle?

Do not! This is a war where it is impossible to see victory. It is impossible for one's own side to defeat the demons forever!

run!

Must run!

No matter what, I have to escape from this horrible hell!

The instinct to survive burst out, and Carle hurriedly ordered to flee. In fact, if he can still keep calm now, he should be very clear that with Li Yalin's strength to kill the saint with a slap, it is easy to eliminate him and his soldiers in an instant.

It's a pity that he can't take care of anything now, he just wants to run away, and Li Yalin didn't do anything when he saw this, because he knew that Carle couldn't escape from his palm at all.

Not far away, two magic swordsman troops led by Princess Cora were waiting in full battle. Kale and his defeated soldiers could not escape very far, and were caught up by the army led by Her Royal Highness the Princess.

The elite troops of the Griffon Empire were destroyed in this way on the edge of the border of the Real Demon Kingdom, and even a single soldier could not step across the border...

From the perspective of the Griffin Empire, they are undoubtedly the losers of the war. Except for the slave soldiers who were specially reserved as cannon fodder, there are only about 5,000 elite soldiers who can survive today.

On the side of the Demon Race, this is an unprecedented victory. After all, this is an unequal war, and the difference in strength between the two is too great.

According to Li Yalin, it is normal to win, but it is impossible to lose. (To be continued.)