"My death cannot be the source of your defeat, but will become your anger. I need to let my death inspire your final morale until they are all driven away."

Swino was a little confused, but when he looked at Anthony, he suddenly showed a stunned expression, then his eyes were a little absent-minded and he mumbled.

"Is that so?"

In this hellish battlefield, the sense of reason is very thin. Under the intense emotion and anger, the loopholes in lies will be easily ignored. It is not until you calm down at a certain moment that you will gradually realize the irrationality of everything.

Regarding what was happening now, Swino realized belatedly that this was a lie.

But Swino didn't dwell on it for too long. He didn't know who the disguised person in front of him was, but the "New Pope" had indeed revitalized the Legion, and that was enough.

"I remember that you demon hunters were so-called out of control."

"Yes, I'm almost out of control," Anthony responded, "All miracles have a price to pay."

"You're going to be like those monsters, aren't you? The ones I encountered on Advent Night."

"Well, so I need a glorious death in battle to inspire the final morale, rather than becoming your enemy and the beginning of a rout."

Anthony's voice was calm, and he had no emotion at all about his own death.

"You are the grand leader, and you need to lead the others to avenge my death."

Anthony took steps again, holding the burning flag in one hand and dragging the sword in the other. He ignored Swino's reaction and just strode forward.

He could feel that there was something hateful and evil approaching in the dense smoke. This breath was so familiar, like an opponent who had once fought against him, crawling back from the darkness again.

"That was a good opponent and a good ending."

Anthony said to himself.

Striding forward, at the same time, the thick smoke and dust were torn apart. Hundreds of arms scratched the masonry on the ground and the buildings on both sides of the street, easily smashing them, holding the hard masonry in their hands, and then struggled

throw.

For a moment, there were constant screams and crashes, and the thick Hundred Arms were like catapults. The bricks and stones shattered and disintegrated as they passed by at high speed, turning into a dense rainstorm and bombarding them.

The people in the front team who were hit were thrown off their backs, their flesh and blood bodies were shattered under the impact of the masonry, broken limbs and internal organs were scattered, and corpses were scattered all over the field.

The burning Hundred Heads were like the blazing sun, peeking out and reflecting in Anthony's eyes. At this moment, the Hundred Heads demon was much bigger than before. It seemed that during this period, it had dismembered many corpses and put them into dismemberment.

Pieced together and sewn to his body.

The huge body oppressed everyone's mind. Almost all the Templar knights at the front were stoned to death. Those who survived by chance also stared at this monster beyond imagination with fear.

Hundreds of heads are breathing flames, like a giant furnace.

In panic, the blazing figure passed over the Templar knights. Anthony held the flag and waved his sword, and made the final charge towards the hundred-headed demon.

Secret blood surges and burns, and false illusions are also performing their final performances at this moment.
Chapter completed!