Stormwind Wizard God-Chapter 160: Brando

The devil... is very powerful.

He was so powerful that even the warriors recognized as strong in the aristocratic circle could not shake him. Even a slap that was not even a formal attack could smash a person's head into a rotten watermelon.

A dog-like demon on all fours opened its huge mouth and swallowed the whole man, along with the armor on his body and the weapon in his hand. The sound of the terrifying teeth of a millstone crushing the body and metal, as well as the guard's dying wails, kept lingering in the ears.

After seeing such a scene and hearing such a sound, my hands and feet can't stop shaking just by imagining being face to face with such a thing.

It just so happened that such a thing turned out to be one's closest relative.

The gigantic demon not only spread killing to those damned Bloodsail Pirates, but also extended its claws of death to those who were originally "their own people".

There is no distinction between friend and foe, killing is based on one's own pleasure.

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But this nightmare seems to have no end.

Resistance is meaningless, all resisters have been crushed into dust.

There was no point in running away because the two boats were so small that there was nowhere to escape to.

Every survivor is a poor creature who is waiting in despair for the final judgment to come.

At this moment, a glittering divine being descended from the sky.

He looked up blankly and recognized that it was the radiance of the unique arcane power of the wizard.

A powerful wizard? Who could it be?

After almost forcibly requisitioning all the nobles' private mages, Stormwind Kingdom still suffered a disastrous defeat in the war on the magic level. The Royal Mage Corps of Stormwind Kingdom was already in name only.

There are only a few high-level mages still active on the front lines of the battlefield.

Obviously, the person who came was the one the nobles least wanted to see - Edmund Duke, the King of the Sea.

It was ironic that the mortal enemy who was widely acknowledged as a never-ending enemy in the noble camp had become their greatest savior. Of course, this was only for the nobles who were still alive.

At this moment, not even one percent of the nobles are still alive.

It's very simple. The demons coming out of Karazhan can easily develop believers among these guys with corrupted minds, and some of them are even directly transformed into demons.

A pure heart is the most powerful defense. Even the Burning Legion leader Sargeras took decades to corrupt Medivh's heart. This is still an incomplete version, because in the very end, old Medivh still jumped out and gave Sargeras a big explosion.

But when it comes to nobles with pure hearts, Duke just laughs.

Not every noble is qualified to be a paladin, and not every noble is named Bolvar Fordragon.

When the pirates came to the nobles, most of them were desperately protected by the guards and gathered together. When the pirates' butcher knives saw the necks of these nobles who had actually turned into demons, the demons naturally jumped out and revealed their true forms.

So in a crowded situation, if the devil kills directly in the middle of the crowd, how many people can survive?

Anyway, when Duke landed on this ship, he didn't see any nobles alive... oh, alive in human form.

"Duke—Edmund—"

It was a roaring wave of air that came towards us like a strong wind and huge waves.

Well, Duke couldn't hear clearly, so he used his little finger to pick his ear.

"Did someone call me just now?"

"Asshole—you are! This is all your fault!"

Duke was dismissive of this strange demon that was over three meters tall, had a typical blue demon guard body, but a weird human head.

Duke snorted coldly, and suddenly a huge block of ice rose up from under his feet, raising his body like a platform. In a blink of an eye, Duke was already standing on a two-meter-high platform.

That way he could look down upon the demon.

"Oh, sorry, you're too short, I didn't see it."

"How dare you—" The devil pounced forward.

"You are the one who is so insolent!" A mysterious blue magic circle suddenly appeared in front of Duke. A powerful Arcane Shock turned into a huge fist and knocked the demon back at a faster speed than when it came.

"Ping, pong, pong!" The demon crashed into the cabin, knocking over and breaking a lot of things, but the demon quickly crawled out again.

"Oh, it's you, Sir Brando. We haven't seen each other for half a year. How come you've grown uglier after not seeing you for a while?" Under the gaze of dozens of survivors on the decks of the two ships, Duke mercilessly ridiculed the demonized Brando.

"I'm going to peel off your skin and make a carpet--" Brando roared and rushed over again, but this time he didn't charge recklessly, and you could see that there was still a black glow on his two claws.

Unfortunately, the gap is too big.

Brando, who was kicked out of the Storm Royal School of Magic by Duke in disguise, missed the Dalaran enrollment last year. As a result, Sir Brando was still just a magic apprentice before he became a demon.

Demons are also divided into different levels. The stronger the being, the stronger they become after becoming a demon.

It seems that a guy like Brando, with average qualifications, has wasted half a year, how strong can he become?

Not to mention that Duke is now a archmage, even if Duke is an Adept Mage, he can easily beat him.

Twelve wizard hands appeared immediately, and the arcane missiles fired were like a rainstorm for Brando.

"Puff, puff, puff—"

Everyone around was stunned. The terrifying demon who seemed invincible and invincible in their eyes was just a target in Duke's hands.

Each arcane missile could easily blast a muscle in Brando's arm or thigh into powder. As many arcane missiles were fired as there were holes or gaps in Brando's body.

"Ah ...

In less than ten seconds, Brando had become a human stick, oh no, a devil's stick.

All his limbs were broken, and there were horrific blood holes the size of human fists on his body, and blue-purple devil blood gushed out of each blood hole.

Even so, Brando is not dead yet.

Rolling on the ground in pain, wriggling his wounded body like a worm, Brando laughed maniacally.

"Hahaha! Duke! In the final analysis, you are just a dirty person like me. What do you mean by a saint who saves the world? What do you mean by a hero who fights against orcs? Aren't you just as filled with revenge and hatred as I am!? Hahaha! I despise hypocritical guys like you the most. I know you won't let me go, so I'll be waiting for you in hell! Hahahaha!"

Suddenly, a huge ice coffin wrapped Brando, ending the life of this demon.

Looking at the flaming warships in the distance, Duke said to himself: "I just killed a demon, but this demon happened to be called Brando."