Chapter 304: Successful Sneak Attack

"Who's here again?"

Lan Wu almost jumped up when he heard another strange voice. Two of the three great demons and four great demon kings of hell are here. Which other big shot dares to show up in such an occasion?

Without footsteps, a tall figure floated out of the dim corridor like a ghost. When Lan Wu saw the illusory light wings behind this person, his face turned cold, and a faint murderous intent gradually emerged in his eyes.

Archangel Tyrael.

To be honest, since Lan Wu drifted to this world, he has always faced the twists and turns he encountered with a peaceful attitude. But Archangel Tyrael is a guy he really hates. Ever since he was inexplicably framed in the Fortress of Demons, he has no good feelings for this birdman. Even if this birdman saved his life under Duriel, it was the same.

Tyrael was still dressed like in the game, wearing a white cloak and floating slowly. Half of his face was exposed under the hood of the cloak, and it was impossible to tell what his expression was at the moment. If it weren't for the color of the cloak and the flocculent light wings, it would be basically the same as the Dark Wanderer.

"Tyrael, this is the Throne of Destruction, my territory." Baal's eyes once again rose with a faint green fire, and he did not hide his murderous intent: "We will fulfill our promise. But you should also know that this is not the place you should come."

Lan Wu's face sank again. Although he had already guessed it, he still couldn't help but feel resentful when he heard Baal admit that he had reached some kind of agreement with Tyrael. Birdmen are still birdmen after all. Those who are not of my kind must have different hearts.

"I don't believe in demons." Tyrael stopped about ten meters away from Duriel, and suddenly pulled off his cloak, revealing a white armor and the famous Archangel Sword.

Immediately, Baal and other demons became nervous. Due to the influence of the World Stone, even if they are demon gods and demon kings, they are still not much stronger than Tyrael here, and can even be said to be slightly weaker. Otherwise, Tyrael would not have been able to lead humans to level the already collapsed situation to the current level.

Just when Baal and other demons subconsciously focused all their attention on Tyrael, Lan Wu suddenly moved. The jumping attack was activated, and Lan Wu jumped high, swinging the legendary sword like a meteorite and slashing at Duriel's head fiercely.

This sudden attack really surprised everyone present. Even Baal, who was close at hand, could not react, let alone Duriel.

"Ah." Duriel screamed, and half of his forelimbs flew in the air. If it had not subconsciously raised its hand to block it at the critical moment, I am afraid that this attack would be enough to leave it with the deepest impression in its life.

After a successful attack, Lan Wu took advantage of the downward trend and started a whirlwind in the air. In an instant, poor Duriel could not even react and was swallowed by the sword storm again.

No one went to save it.

The moment Lan Wu opened the whirlwind, Baal, who was closest to him, immediately sensed the infinite power contained in the blade storm, and immediately fled to the side of Diablo on the opposite side as if teleporting. Just now, it has returned to its original appearance. It finally admitted that its brother did not deceive it, and secretly thanked itself for not being as unlucky as Duriel. Otherwise, it would be a bit too much for even the immortal demon body to eat such a blade storm.

Baal chose to protect himself at the first time. Diablo, Mephisto and Andariel on the opposite side did not care about Duriel's life or death. Demons are like this. Duriel is strictly speaking just Baal's pet. Since the owner did not help, as outsiders, they turned a blind eye.

"Opportunity." Lan Wu saw that none of the demons such as Baal made a move, and immediately interrupted the skill without thinking, pulled off his right glove in mid-air, and inserted it fiercely into the bloody wound on Duriel's abdomen.

Cool.

Lan Wu couldn't help but shudder. The vast and majestic magic energy flowed into his body along his arm. Duriel came from hell, and he was cold, so his magic power naturally tended to be cold. This injection was like drinking a cold drink just taken out of the refrigerator in summer, which made the pores all over his body open up involuntarily.

Lan Wu was happy, but Duriel was in trouble.

When Lan Wu attacked for the first time, Duriel raised his hand to block it reflexively, but his mind had already turned around. He wanted to rely on his hard shell to block this attack and then give this damn human a good show. Unexpectedly, the hard shell that he was always proud of only slowed down the speed of this human's fall.

Then he found that he was really in trouble. The violent sword storm tore through his proud shell, and almost stirred his abdomen, which was not a weak point at all, into a muddy pit in the swamp. That's fine. As for the demon king, his life is very good. Needless to say, his self-healing ability is even better. But then it felt the magic power in its body pouring out like a tide.

It was too familiar with this feeling.

"Lord Baal, save me!" Duriel was immediately frightened and finally understood why he felt uneasy just now. The terrible impression of being almost sucked into a mummy suddenly came to his mind again.

When Baal heard Duriel's call for help, his face was so gloomy that it almost dripped water. It was not that it did not see Lan Wu's actions. But it did not think that a human, even a divine grace, could subdue a powerful demon king by inserting his hand into the abdomen of a demon king. Almost subconsciously, it thought Duriel was joking with it.

"Help...Help me!" Duriel's soul almost flew away. The vast magic power poured out, leaving it with no strength to fight back, let alone break free from Lan Wu's right hand. Even its voice had become weak, as if it was about to die.

This time was different from the past. Lan Wu had only opened a small hole to forcefully swallow the magic power, but now he directly stabbed his right hand into Duriel's stomach. Almost half of his arm was immersed in it, which Duriel could not resist.

"No, save it quickly." Diablo felt something was wrong, roared, and raised his hand to send out a black and red fireball.

"What a pity." Lan Wu heard the movement behind him, secretly said what a pity, then quickly pulled out his hand, changed to the giant war staff in the blink of an eye, and teleported away directly.

"Thank... Thank you." Duriel collapsed to the ground with a bang. Having lost most of his magic power in a short period of time, it no longer had enough strength to support its huge body.

At this time, Lan Wu suddenly appeared in the open space. With a glance, five of the remaining six amulets around him had become like little suns. The last amulet was also half lit up, like an incandescent lamp, and it was just a little bit away from being fully charged. It was a pity that Diablo interrupted it, which ultimately led to failure.

But it didn't matter, there were five more amulets.