Almost subconsciously, as a relatively powerful spell caster, its sensing tells it what it should do most at this time.

The Red Flame Demon in front of him was not here to bless him, but to kill him.

Moreover, the murderous intent is even more terrifying than the previous three shadow demon masters.

In this moment of life and death, there is no other choice than asking God.

Unfortunately, it was too late.

Its skeleton's throat had just opened, and before the word "ah" could be said, a cold barrel was stuffed in.

Buzz!

The miserable green soul fire jumped, reflecting a red flame devil's face that was extremely cold and brilliant with a smile.

"Great Sarlo Master, go on the road."

When the Blood Mage heard this, the soul fire in his eyes began to rush wildly, and the skeleton's throat opened and closed desperately, trying to spit out words begging for mercy.

After all, he is a guy who believes in the god of lies. He can let go of everything except for his obsession with his pursuit of power.

The moral integrity value is generally low.

Unfortunately, the guy standing in front of it has never had such a kind of moral value.

When Li Shaoyang said that sentence, he pulled the Demon Hunting Spear in his hand without hesitation.

"This is the first shot that my uncle has fired. Such a precious first time. I'm honored to give you this skeleton monster."

boom!

"Congratulations to the master, launching the attack with the lower-level magic weapon Demon Hunting Spear."

"Hit the target and cause a critical attack."

"Creating a critical hit!"

"Creating a fatal effect!"

"The target died!"

Accompanied by the extremely concise and clear prompt, the scene that appeared in front of Li Shaoyang was a very concise ball of red light, like a real object, shot out from the retro and cold gun barrel.

As soon as it entered the blood mage's throat, its skeleton body seemed to have been subjected to the holy light from heaven.

Li Shaoyang is the legendary Red Flame Demon Pastor, and his camp should be neutral and evil. The "bullet" turned into by the power of Red Flame Demon in his body. For monsters in the evil camp, the lethality of the angel holy light of the kind camp is no less than that of the good camp.

The blood mage's body of the skeleton, which should have been hard, was like a snow that met the scorching sun, and began to melt at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It tried to wail, but even its throat melted, so naturally no sound could be made. Only a pair of miserable green flame eyes jumped and flashed wildly, but to no avail.

Finally, it sniffed, like the magic ring that was blessed by the poison-eating technique, and it was extinguished.

"Congratulations to the master, successfully killing the first level boss of the special dungeon Blood Monastery, the blood mage Sarlo."
Chapter completed!