Commander Demitrija gazed calmly at the Red Duke above him.
"The Iron Coffin? It's in the camp. Whether or not you can take it away depends on your ability."
The Red Duke's eyes narrowed instantly.
A burst of blood-colored energy surged from his body into the bloody heavy sword in his hand.
As the blood-colored energy enveloped the heavy sword, he swung it down violently.
Whoo!
A blood-colored sword light slashed towards Demitrija.
Demitrija quickly retreated, dodging the blow.
Boom!
A loud rumble.
The entire city wall was shaking violently.
The blood-colored sword light left a few meters long crack directly on the wall.
"It seems that you haven't reached the Dark Gold level yet."
Feeling the power of the Red Duke, Demitrija spoke calmly.
"Seeking death!" The Red Duke's face turned even colder. He swooped down and his heavy sword once again sliced down.
Demitrija blocked with his longsword, with a reverse twist of his wrist, he stabbed out fiercely again.