Chapter 1100: Dread Demon God Baal
"The Fortress of Demons has actually fallen." Zhang Tuohai frowned when he heard the news.
The Fortress of Demons is the front line of mankind's defense against demons. If it is lost, the difficulty of defeating the Demon King and retrieving Lilith will increase several times.
"Can't these damn demons just stay in their hell lair?"
Zhang Tuohai thought angrily.
"We are also very sad about the fall of the Fortress of Demons, but one day, we will take back the Fortress of Demons."
Sylvanas patted Zhang Tuohai on the shoulder and said.
"I must kill these damn demons." Zhang Tuohai clenched his fists.
He originally killed the demon just to complete the mission, get to , and kill the devil.
However, now, he really wanted to kill those guys who were interfering with his search for Lilith.
"I'm going to make more powerful weapons to destroy these guys."
Zhang Tuohai started to get angry. He took out a bottle of small comprehensive recovery potion and replenished his magic power with tons of it. Then he started to make Molotov cocktails. The finished cocktails were not wasted and were thrown all into the sewer.
The terrible roars of the little demons were heard from the sewers, and the screams lasted for half the night. Zhang Tuohai burned all the sewers under the city of Thebes, and all the little demons turned into ashes. Even the ground of Thebes was burned to the point of burning feet.
After a night of high-frequency production , Zhang Tuohai's water-making technique was finally upgraded to level 6.
[Congratulations on upgrading your skills to the highest level. Reward potion: Holy Water. ]
[Holy Water: Concentrated sun essence. Drinking it can cure injuries and remove negative states. Throwing it can kill the demons that are splashed on it. It increases the lethality to demon enemies by 1000%.]
"Is level six the maximum? Moreover, it's a designated potion, not a choice?" Zhang Tuohai was stunned for a moment, and then prepared to try whether this holy water was really as effective as the instructions said.
Zhang Tuohai found a little demon that was not dead yet, made a bottle of holy water, opened the bottle cap, and a rich warm breath wafted out. The human soldiers around him were all refreshed, and the fatigue of the night dissipated, and they became more energetic.
The little demon had a look of fear on its face. It kept backing away and trying desperately to run away.
"Come on, be good, and do an experiment." Zhang Tuohai dripped holy water on the little demon's head.
Just like a drop of water falling into boiling hot oil, the holy water dripped onto the little demon's head, making a crackling sound, bursts of black smoke rising, and the little demon screamed.
Several human militiamen barely managed to control it with pitchforks.
After a moment, the little demon melted and turned into a pile of ashes, which were blown away by the wind and disappeared without a trace.
"The effect is quite strong." Zhang Tuohai's face was full of satisfaction when he saw the holy water in his hand. With this thing, he could deal with demons with twice the result with half the effort.
Zhang Tuohai was very satisfied with the effect of the holy water.
The effect of holy water is so good that Zhang Tuohai wants to try to upgrade other skills to level six to see if there are any rewards.
Anyway, he now has plenty of mana recovery potions and can practice his skills at will.
At this moment, a horn suddenly sounded in the distance.
Zhang Tuohai quickly climbed to the top of the city wall and looked into the distance.
In the distance, a large group of demons walked out of the morning mist.
The ones in the front were still the little demons, each holding crude weapons in their hands, and some even simply held sticks and stones. They walked in a group at the front, no different from slaves.
Behind these small inferior demons are rows of Quasers. These are mid-level demons, the absolute main force among demons. Each of them is strong and muscular, with broad shoulders and strong waists. They are covered in armor covered with spikes, holding sharp machetes and huge maces in their hands, and following behind with heavy steps.
Behind the Kwasai demons were groups of huge skeleton war elephants. Each of these war elephants was at least ten meters tall, covered in heavy armor, and carrying tall arrow towers on their backs, which were filled with skeleton archers.
In the sky, dozens of bone dragons were hovering in the air, spewing out frosty air from their mouths and constantly making terrifying roars.
At the back, there is a huge platform carried by hundreds of Quasers. The platform is built with various skeletons. On the top of the platform is a huge throne, on which sits a giant demon that is ten meters tall. The demon's feet are four sharp limbs, like a spider, his left hand is a sharp claw, his right hand has a dozen tentacles, and his head is like a bull's head without meat, full of white bones, and in place of his hair are twisted tentacles.
"It's actually the terrifying demon god Baal. I didn't expect it to come in person!" Sylvanas frowned and held the bow tighter in her hand.
"Bal? Is he very famous?" Zhang Tuohai asked.
"He's a very dangerous guy. He was the one who personally led the team to break through the snowy mountain fortress of Harrogath and massacred all the survivors in the city. This time he personally led the team here, and it seems that he intends to completely destroy our Thebes."
Sylvanas said.
"You're so arrogant, Annie. Shoot it right in the face!" Zhang Tuohai said to Annie beside him.
Annie lifted the naval gun and put it on her shoulder, loaded the propellant and shells, buried the fuse, and aimed at the terrifying demon Baal.
Boom!
A cannonball shot towards Bal.
If it were an ordinary Quasai, this shot would be enough to tear it into pieces.
But Baal is Baal after all. As a demon, he saw the flying shells with disdain on his face. He stretched out the sharp claws of his left hand, grabbed the flying shells, and squeezed them hard, crushing the shells into pieces.
"Hmph!" Bal showed a disdainful smile on his face. He raised one hand and was about to order the entire army to attack.
Just then, another cannon shot was heard.
Bal thought that these humans were overestimating their own capabilities, so he blocked it with his hand, but what he felt was not the hot touch of the shell, but the sound of breaking glass.
Crash!
A stream of white liquid splashed onto Bal's arm.
Crackling, crackling, a series of sharp corrosion sounds were heard, followed by bursts of black smoke rising.
Bal felt a sharp pain.
"How is it possible? There is something that can hurt me?"
Bal looked at his left hand in disbelief. It was now corroded and riddled with holes, and could no longer be used normally.
Since becoming a demon god, it could no longer remember how long it had been since it was injured.
Even when they conquered Harrogath, it was not like today. Only the old king caused some trouble.
It's just a hassle.
Unexpectedly, in a marginal city-state like Thebes, there would be someone who could hurt it.
"All troops attack! Destroy Thebes!" Baal roared .
