At this time, Zaknavan had already broken through all the way to the vicinity of the temple of the Defo family, but the Deaver family seemed to have finally stabilized their position and began to properly arrange their formations to deal with the invading enemy. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Right now, Mareth." Zaknavan whispered, hoping that Mareth, who was connected to his heart, could sense his current nervousness. "Don't be too late!"

But the whole situation seemed to be suddenly reversed, and the battle began to become evenly matched. Mistress Mareth was wrestling with the intense labor pains of her imminent birth, and she couldn't concentrate at all. Without her chanting, the power of the Eight Evil Demon Arrays began to wane.

Brissa stood beside her mother, holding her hand with all her might, squeezing almost all the blood out of that hand, turning it into a cold white, the only place in the eyes of others that was cold on the woman who was about to give birth.

Brissa looked at the cycle of the newborn baby's gray hair and labor contractions, and calculated the time the baby fell to the ground. They were planning to turn the pain of the present into the power of attacking spells, a bold idea that no one had ever tried except for legends. Brissa knew that timing would be key.

She whispered a few words into her mother's ear and recited a deadly incantation.

Mistress Mareth recited the beginning of the incantation, holding back her breath and transforming pain and anger into the power of the attack.

"Dinom Dewar Ma Brishen Thor," Brissa prompted.

"Enemy Dewar... Horse... Brishen Thor!" Mareth glared angrily, she bit her thin lower lip with too much force.

The baby's head poked out, this time more thoroughly than the last time, and the moment to see the baby croaking to the ground was approaching.

Brissa shuddered, and she had almost forgotten the spell. She whispered the last part of the rune into her mother's ear, and she couldn't help but feel fear at the effect of the magic.

Marlies took a deep breath and summoned up the last remaining courage. She could feel the power of the spell tremble like labor pains. For her daughters, who stood by the icon, she had almost turned into a red rage. The shimmering beads of juice on his forehead were almost as shiny as hot water.

"Arbuckle," the main line said, sensing that the pressure had reached its peak. "Arbuckle." She felt the sharp pain of her muscles tearing, the smoothness of the baby slipping out of the birth canal, and the thrill of childbirth.

"Arbuck Dina Breg Davor!" Mareth screamed, squeezing all the pain into an extremely condensed magical energy that shook even the priest of her own family away.

Of course, after such a long period of spiritual confrontation, the mana and energy of the four family pastors had already been exhausted, but they had to support it due to the situation, and after such a while, the four family priests all fainted. The Mother of Mareth was also completely incapacitated, she had just finished giving birth, and she had overdrawn all her mana, only to force herself to stay awake with her strong willpower, after all, there was still a sacrifice ceremony to be completed below. However, her three daughters still have some room to spare.

With the power of the Mother of Mareth, the incantation blasted into the House of Deaver with a thunderous heat, shattering the jeweled icon of Lady Rose, twisting the two heavy doors beyond recognition, and knocking Ginafi and her priests to the ground.

Zaknavi shook his head in disbelief as he watched the door of the temple fly past him. "Powerful, Mareth." He chuckled under his breath and entered the temple in a flash. Using his night vision, he quickly surveyed the seven people in the room, each with their robes in tatters, struggling to get to their feet. Zach shook his head at the sheer power of Mareth in front of him again, and pulled down his hood to cover his entire face.

From this detail, it can be seen that although Zaknavan is extremely disgusted with the life of the dark elves, he is still a dark elf, and he still has a bloodthirsty, cruel, and warlike side in his bones.

When he pulled out the ceramic ball from his waist and smashed it on the ground, his other hand had already drawn a whip at the same time. The clay ball fragments flew apart, and a ball that had been prepared for the occasion by Brissa cast a spell fell out, a ball that radiated as bright as day.

For creatures accustomed to darkness and using thermal images to see, such intense light can cause dizziness and unbearable pain. The cries of anguish from the priests only helped Zack systematically sweep the room; Whenever he felt his weapon stab into the flesh of the dark elves, the face under the hood would smile contentedly.

Halfway through he heard the chanting of incantations, and he knew that someone in the Deaver family had recovered from the horror and had become a dangerous adversary. However, the experienced martial arts master didn't need his eyes to aim, and after the whip broke through the air, the tongue of the Gina Fei Mistress was forcefully broken.

In the blink of an eye, all seven living people died at the hands of Zaknafan, thanks to Yun Xiaohan not coming, he couldn't sneak, he couldn't keep up with Zaknavan at all, and when he ran over, the daylily was cold.

As soon as the mother of the Deaver family and the high-ranking priest died, the overall situation of this extermination battle was decided, and the next step was to sweep up the finishing work, but this link was still very critical, and if the Du Chaden family wanted not to be sanctioned, they could not let any nobles of the Deaver family escape.

However, the work of purging and surrendering has nothing to do with the three high-ranking priests, after all, priests are not known for their mobility.

The eldest daughter, Brissa placed the newborn baby on the back of the spider icon and raised the sacrificial dagger. She paused for a moment to admire the brutal weapon in her hand before the show began.

The handle of the dagger was a spider with only eight legs sticking out, covered with barbs that looked like the bristles of a spider, and all eight feet were bent down at the same angle, forming sharp blades.

Brissa raised the dagger to the baby's chest. "Give a name to this child," she reminded the mother. "The Spider God Queen will not accept unnamed sacrifices!"

Yun Xiaohan received a system reminder after the baby was born and found that he had entered the "free plot mode".

In this mode, players can do whatever they want to intervene in the development of the story, so as to gain huge benefits by changing the story, but this change also comes with huge risks.

Once the plot is drastically changed, the previous quest accumulation may disappear completely. If Yun Xiaohan really did what he wanted to do, no matter whether things could be done or not, the accumulation of the first four stages of his branch task would definitely be invalid.

PS: There will be more today. (To be continued.) )