Christian I, the prince of the demon clan, and the head coach of the demon camp on the southern plains.

He is the top dark prince under the dark monarch, stronger than Prince Miro of the Demon tribe and Prince Hammond of the Blood tribe. It is said that he has reached the monarch's realm.

Such a big man lurks in an abandoned factory in an ordinary town, which is a bit incredible.

"Oh my God, it's this person..."

In the distance, the bearded boss in the tavern shivered and almost knelt down.

Prince Christian is also well-known in history.

What he mentioned most in history books is that he once challenged the "Storm God of War" Louis, and then he was slapped by Louis and almost destroyed both body and spirit...

Even so, it will be enough for him to brag for the rest of his life.

Kakuto: I assassinated the ninja god Senju Hashirama back then. Isn’t it awesome?

Although Prince Christian was overestimating his ability in front of the Storm God of War, it was because his opponent was too strong.

For most humans, this demon prince is like a nightmare.

He represents the peak combat power under the monarch.

"So it's you."

A flash of light flashed in Ren's eyes. He looked up at the demon prince above the altar, as if he could see his reality and reality. He said with a cold face, "You are indeed very strong, but here is just a projection. Don't pretend to be a big-tail wolf!"

This Demon Prince is also the goal of the first phase of his system mission.

He now faces Prince Christian, who is almost half a step into the monarchy realm. He has little chance of winning, but his chance of running away is quite large.

The premise is that Prince Christian in the town is the original body...

"So that's it, just a projection."

The old goat reached out to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, breathed a sigh of relief, and a hint of joy of surviving the disaster appeared on his face.

It was also expected that Prince Christian, the head coach of the demon camp this time, could he go deep into the heart of the Kingdom of Faroland alone?

The geographical location of Pok Town is between the royal capitals Wisteria and Melova.

"That's why I feel regretful."

Prince Christian's projection floated over the altar of the white bones, and his face could not be seen clearly. There were only a pair of strange eyes shining with green light under the hood.

After taking Renn's sword, his body became more illusory, and some cracks appeared on the white bone altar under his feet.

He sighed, "What a pity, it's hard to kill a human genius with great potential this time."

Projection, not even a clone.

He just used the space gate and the altar under his feet to project a small part of the power of his body.

His clone has been recycled by him for a long time. He won't know how to make it recently, and he doesn't dare to make it.

Because he wanted to attack the monarch's realm.

Don’t think it’s easy to make clones. Clusters, especially advanced clones, need to inject some soul power to form them.

Once the clone is killed, even the body will be injured.

Like the previous demon, Harosh, who was killed by Rennes recently, two clones were killed in succession, and his body was seriously injured and he could not recover for less than half a year.

This is just the recovery of combat power.

It may take twenty or thirty years to completely restore those lost soul power.

And within the past twenty or thirty years, because the soul is not perfect, the strength of the demon king Haroshi is difficult to improve, so he hates Rennes so much.

Whether it is a human or a demon, being killed with a high-level clone is equivalent to being abandoned for ten or eight years, and it is difficult to make progress during this period.

Unless you have a rare treasure that specializes in recovery and nourishing your soul...

Prince Christian wanted to attack the monarch's realm, and during this period he didn't even dare to create a clone, otherwise he would have no place to cry if he was accidentally killed.

"Then you go and die."

Renne was too lazy to talk nonsense with the enemy, so he raised the magic sword and slashed at the Bone Altar again.

It's just a projection, he doesn't even need to take full advantage.

boom!

His body surface is full of star particles, arranged and combined, and the surging star power condensed on the blade, turning into a panic sword light hundreds of feet long, slashing at Prince Christian and the altar of white bones!

The sword shines like a light curtain that dispels the night, and several nearby streets are illuminated.

This is another sword in the Holy Realm, with a power of about 21-level young saint, and at the same time proficient in swordsmanship.

"It's an impatient person."

Prince Christian's projection chuckled, and the void within a radius of ten miles suddenly flashed, as if thousands of wronged souls roared in the dark clouds.

It has to be said that his atmosphere is indeed amazing. With the small part of the power transmitted from the space door, it gives people an unparalleled sense of oppression.

He stretched out with one hand, and the dark force flowed and aggregated into a huge black skeleton ghost claw. With just a slight stroke, the nearby atmosphere scattered and shattered like a crack!

Bang!

The Star Sword crashed into the ghost claws and was instantly torn and smashed into countless sparks!

Prince Christian did not take advantage of the victory to pursue him. He grabbed the witch under the altar of the bones and threw it into the space gate.

After doing this, his body became more illusory, and there were more cracks on the altar.

"I still think you are annoying, it's better to die." Prince Christian said coldly.

Bang!

As soon as he finished speaking, the white bone altar under his feet instantly shattered into powder. The corpses on the ground, large pieces of blood and green runes exploded and annihilated. The power contained in it was injected into his projection like a wisp of dark thunder.

At the same time, the space gate suddenly burst, and countless energy was poured into his projection like flowing water.

Then, Prince Christian's projection also began to burn and annihilate.

However, before disappearing, he, who gathered all the current power, sent his last blow, aimed at Renn, and pointed at him from afar.

"die!"

boom!!

The dark force was boiling, countless green thunders flashed, Christian's fingers crashed into Rennes like a terrifying abyss black dragon bathed in thunder, and the void trembled and cracked along the way!

This is a self-destructed altar, a burning projection, containing the cold murderous intent and all the power in his heart.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Don’t look at his previous words and deeds, but he wishes to see each person kill the other person when it comes to human geniuses.

With one blow, the entire town was trembling, and the light of the stars and moon was swallowed and twisted by the darkness, just like the end of the world.

This blow may even kill an old saint like Dimon in seconds.

"Old ghost, I'll fight you!"

Renn looked "sad" and raised his magic sword like a wild beast at the end of the road. With all his strength, the bright sword light rushes like a galaxy.

boom!!

The Star Divine Sword slashed the falling black finger, and made a deafening loud noise and surging tide. However, in the moment of stalemate, the sword light shattered into countless streams of light like glass!

The black giant finger also broke apart, and the remaining half still hit Renn's body, shaking endless waves of air!

Bang!

Renn groaned, flew backwards, smashing a house to pieces, and crashing heavily into the ground!

With his landing location as the center, the streets fell, the earth shook like a tilted blanket, and cracks spread around.

"President!"

The bearded boss in the distance was almost shocked and fell down, and his mouth was filled with fear.

"Oh my God, how could this happen?"

"What a terrible battle. Is this the strength of the titled Demon Hunter and the Prince of Darkness? It's like the collapse of the sky and the earth."

"The president will not die..."

"Shut up your crow's mouth!"

“…”

The dozen or so witch hunters immediately shouted in panic, and they were in chaos.

Viscount Ackermann had just taken office for a few days. If he died so soon, it would undoubtedly be a heavy blow to the branch of the Witch Hunter Association in Faroland.

After falling from Rennes, Prince Christian's projection was burned out in mid-air.

The dark force dissipated and the moonlight poured down. The abandoned textile mill had become ruins. Most of the houses on several nearby streets collapsed, with gravel, tiles and wood chips scattered all over the ground, and dust was everywhere.

Wait until the movements calm down, the southern suburbs of the town are destroyed, leaving only the devastated land.

Fortunately, there is no one in this area where strange events occur frequently, so it does not affect any innocent people.

"Fuck! Damn old demon, I didn't forget to come here before leaving."
To be continued...