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"Ready, ready to support the Guardians!" Zaridan clenched his sword—

"Warrior Grown...... That's not going to work. ”

Zaridan looked back in horror.

In the darkness outside the iron gate was the otherworldly face of Eldris.

"Archpriest, aren't you ......" Milia and the others were also dumbfounded, and even forgot about the fierce battle for a while.

"This doesn't seem to be the place to talk, so why don't we come out and talk?" a flame bullet struck the iron door, melting the thick iron door into a large pit.

"High Priestess, I really admire you. After the elves retreated to the hall closest to the main hall, Zaridan had completely calmed down, and he looked at the elven priests around him who had faintly sealed the way out and Terlis, who still had that cold face, and said sarcastically.

"Your Excellency Warrior Commander......" Ildris still smiled in a gentle and helpless manner, "Your path will not work." We respect what you've done for the Night Elves, but you should recognize the current form...... We are already lagging behind, and if we fall behind, we will be beaten, do you still want to watch our blood flow meaninglessly in front of the enemy's iron armor?"

"It's you who can't recognize the shape!" Zaridan stepped forward with an arrow, and before the others could see what was going on, the long sword was already on Ildris's neck, and he was furious: "Don't you understand? The evil buried here should never be released! What do you see outside? It's all your fault! If you are still obsessed, I will build yì you can go inside and take a look! Do you really want to make our people become servants of ugly demons!"

"It seems to me that a forest withered by darkness is no different from a forest withered by war!" Ildris was also a little excited: "As for ugliness—open your eyes and look around!"

As if suddenly emerging from the darkness, a terrifying face appeared next to Milia, so frightened that she almost drew her sword and slashed it off.

Anton was also shocked. The face looked at Zar Idan, the whole face was as pitted as the surface of the main hall, one eye was blind, so that one eyelid was gone, the miserable white eyeball could only bulge forever and could not be closed, the left arm of the owner of the face was cut off at the shoulder, and the right hand was only a bare palm, only from the slender and slender body could vaguely see that she was an elf, the twisted and interlaced wounds on the bare black skin were dripping with blood, as if it were some symbol......

The priests silently stepped aside, making way for the mutilated elven warriors who kept coming out or crawling out.

They gathered silently around Zaridan, their faces and bodies covered in blood.

"You ...... Philgas, aren't you already ......" Zaridan was shocked and even the long sword in his hand trembled a little.

"They're not dead, they're just not able to fight anymore. Ildris said calmly, "Commander Zaridan, you really should care more about things other than training warriors...... There are now thirty-three Night Elves, all of whom were barely able to survive their lives after being seriously wounded in the battle with Argus, and all of them volunteered to participate in the demonization ritual and use their new bodies and powers to take revenge on Argus...... I'm not going to do anything with you, Warrior Master, and the elves won't kill each other...... If you're going to stop me, convince these warriors first!"

"You-" Zaridan pursed his lips, "we'll have another way......"

"There's no other way. Eldris gently pushed his sword away, "But let's all give each other a chance." ”

She looked in the direction of the main hall, where there was a faint light intertwined with red and blue, and a dull roaring symphony was endless: "I originally planned to gather the power of the priests to drive away the guardians, and then open the abyssal rift to summon demons and kill them, and use the breath of the abyss and their flesh to demonize these elven warriors...... This method is very dangerous, because if there is a mistake in the control of the ritual, the gap is likely to be too large, attracting some demons that are too powerful to control, and if we can't defeat them in time and close the passage, this place will once again become an outpost of the abyss attacking the main material realm, and the tragedy will repeat itself......"

"The appearance of this semi-purgatory construct gave me a new idea. Eldris paused slightly, "I noticed that his connection to the Abyss was unusually close - something that even the constructs themselves didn't realize. So I think I can use him as a medium for ceremonies, replacing the role of the Abyss Gate...... The current situation confirms my judgment, the abyssal aura he has attracted in this unstable dìng space can even be directly absorbed and used by the warriors, and this construct seems to be intent on joining forces with us to fight against the Argus ......"

"But then these warriors will slide into the abyss of evil!" Milia couldn't help but say, "The Elven Guardian has the power to rival the evil construct! Why don't you—"

"What do you know!little girl!" Eldris interrupted her unceremoniously: "If we can't defend our hometown alive, do we care where we go after we die! The elven guardian is very powerful, but in the Argus Empire, there are at least ten or more archmages who can defeat him! What we need now is an army! An army that can fight against Argus!"

She turned to Zaridan: "Warrior Lord, you have to admit that we can't do this on our own. Now-let's make a bet!"

Zaridan looked at her coldly, his sword hanging down.

"Now the Elven Guardians are fighting the construct...... Let's wait here, and no one will interfere. If the Elven Guardians win, then I admit that the ritual has failed, and no matter what the future holds, I will not be thinking about the Hellgate Fort again...... But if the constructor wins, then you have no reason to stop me, because it proves that whether it is courage or faith, only strength can determine a qiē!"

Ildrise's clear gaze locked on Zaridan's face.

"Will the Elven Guardian lose at the hands of the Construct?" the Warrior Leader burst out laughing, "This kind of thought is blasphemy against our warriors!

Anton frowned, but helplessly waited with the elves.

The battle on the side of the main hall seemed to be getting more and more intense, and even the stone room where the shaking elves were trembling slightly.

Suddenly, there was a high-pitched elven shout - a sharp sound wave that even pierced the ground, it was the voice of the elven guardian.

Before everyone could react, the hall suddenly shone brightly—as if a lightning bolt had suddenly struck, and it spread all the way down the corridor, and the aura of purgatory that had been lingering around it was empty.

Zaridan's face was overjoyed, Ildris's face sank, and Anton cried out in a lost voice: "Not good!"

The sounds of battle died down, replaced by a deathly silence.

Like the calm before the tsunami, a depressed and dull feeling came over me, as if the entire underground hall had collapsed and buried them alive.

Anton "Zheng" drew his long sword and took the lead towards the main hall.

The pale blue light had dissipated, and the abyssal red light had dissipated—but Anton could still see the hall, not because he had dark vision, but because the hall was gray and dim, but not completely dark, and the striking thing was the numerous dents and criss-crossing cracks in the walls and ground, as if it had been ravaged by a storm of swords.

Zaridan rushed in and looked around the hall - although the whole hall was empty, there was no cover, and to his surprise, neither the elven guardian nor the construct was nowhere to be seen, and the elven guardian, which was purely made of energy, could have left some residue behind that structure, right?

Anton didn't even bother with Milia, who ran to his side later, staring at the dark ground and clenching his sword.

There was some movement in the tattered ground. First wisps of red gas rose, and then a large black swath seemed to rise from the dirt and stone slabs to which it adhered to it, and it swelled and rose higher and higher.

The indescribable black finally stood like a small mountain.

It seemed that it had reached its limit, and the black began to crumble and crumble. The boiling heat wave mixed with the bloody smell overflowed and made people nauseated.

Milia watched in a daze as the huge clumps of black surged towards her, and suddenly she screamed, and uncontrollably drew her great sword and slashed indiscriminately—the black was no longer formless, but a black beetle with abnormal fatness—just as she had seen outside.

The beetles pushed and hooked each other in layers, and their tentacles, arthropods, and mouthparts opened and danced and entangled, collapsing like a landslide. ，

Forty-seven emerged from the waves of beetles, like monsters.

The black wings opened suddenly, making a fluttering sound, and the beetle attached to the body was thrown far away, Forty-Seven turned his head, and walked out of the encirclement of the beetle heavily, and the beetle that had no time to dodge was trampled into pieces by him, and with his movements, the beetle under his feet scattered and fled, and in an instant covered the hall with a living carpet.

Everyone present looked at him nervously, it was an unspeakable and unignorable oppression, the elves were at a loss, Anton and Milia clenched their long swords, and the holy power burst out involuntarily, as if they were being pulled, in addition to driving away the beetles that rushed in their faces, the hall was also slightly brightened.

Forty-seven swords poked into the ground, just in time for a beetle - it struggled desperately, its claws rubbing against the ground with the sound of a click, and forty-seven looked down at it, slowly turning the tip of the sword...... Until watching the beetles be burned to ashes.

The aura of the materialized abyss spread out in all directions, Milia calmed down a little, and the invisible aura of holy power spread out of her body, and the beetles involuntarily twitched and withered before they could get close to her, turning into wisps of black mist again.

The elven warriors who volunteered to participate in the ritual were the most affected - the warriors had anguished expressions, spell-like wounds on their bodies ruptured and oozing blood, and the blood was almost black, and the beetles crawled over them without hesitation, even landing on their bodies and suddenly disappearing, as if burrowing into their crippled bodies.

"Too bad. Anton turned the sword in his hand to warm up for the battle, and he was the first to wake up from the shock, perhaps the second.

The High Priest looked at Forty-Seven expressionlessly, she didn't seem to be able to accept the scene in front of her, she was just suppressing her uncomfortable feelings.

It's almost ready.

"Constructs...... Don't let evil control you. "If you use the detection of evil now, Forty-Seven will already turn red and purple in Anton's eyes.

"Evil?" Forty-Seven looked up, and in the darkness that enveloped him, two gray-red flames exploded without warning, burning violently: "Evil!"

Forty-seven repeated it again, swinging his sword fiercely.

With his movements, a huge wave erupted violently - thousands of beetles took off at the same time with the help of this air wave, colliding with the people present, crackling on the stone wall, covering the sky and falling like rain, this kind of momentum is not to mention the elves, even the paladins who are going all out are a little unbearable.

There was a howl among the elves.

The one-eyed, one-armed female elf rolled in pain on the ground, and her body was already crawling with beetles - she looked up, and everyone was horrified to find a beetle crawling on her face, gnawing at the blind eye, until she bit the healed scar back into a bloody hole and drilled into it, and soon it got in, and the blood hole on the elf's face was dripping, and inside was a black beetle that was still wriggling...... Suddenly, she looked at Miria.

The armor wings in the blood hole fluttered, as if blinking.

The other crippled elves were also covered in beetles. They pounced on the elves' bodies, scrambling to taste the blood that flowed from their wounds, and layers of beetles poured up, but they didn't seem to grow much thicker - they were burrowing into the elves' bodies!

"Stop! you can't do this!" Anton had no time to preach, so he had to take the lead.

He brandished his long sword and jumped up, his whole body was full of holy power, leaving no stone unturned, and the entire hall was illuminated like day for a while, and it also added some solemnity, even Miria had to turn his head and squint his eyes, and he was surprised that Anton would be much stronger than his own gifted god when he got serious.

The simple long sword with a divine light was raised to the highest point in Anton's hand, and when he began to fall, he pressed down the blade with all his strength, and poured his own weight into the blow, so fast that he didn't even have time to make a sound of breaking through the air.

But the forty-seven pair of lightsabers falling straight above their heads didn't pay any attention to Anton's attack - he didn't even use his sword to block it, but simply raised his left hand to grasp the holy thunder that fell from the sky.

With a thunderbolt, Anton fell to the ground, and Forty-Seven lowered his left arm, and the Holy Light Sword failed to split Forty-Seven's hand, but smashed Forty-Seven to his knees like a hammer, pressing the ground into a crack and sinking pit, which shows the strength of the old knight's blow.

But the dark aura did not dissipate.

They rolled up, like layers of clouds, but they contained unimaginable heat, pouring out from the deep underground, spewing out through the forty-seven body, becoming more and more vigorous, straight like a spiral of smoke, leading the darkness to engulf the dim hall, and even the holy light on Anton's body was attracted to the swaying and extinguishing, hopelessly fighting against the abyssal breath of the volcanic eruption, a drop in the bucket.

Anton did not give up. Perhaps this spirit of a moth to fire is also one of the Paladin's virtues - he turned his feet, his body spun sharply to the right, and with the help of centrifugal force, he swung his long sword and slashed out again, hitting Forty-Seven who still had no or disdain to defend himself, and whipped him away like ammunition in a catapult, drowning in darkness that the Holy Light could not reach, and the distant sound of collapse and a few boulders showed that he was most likely flying straight out, either crashing into the ground or into the stone wall.

Anton, who had succeeded in the two blows, did not "take advantage of the victory" to pursue, and if he did not see the situation, he would put himself in danger if he attacked rashly, not to mention that the blow that had concentrated all his holy power just now almost made him exhausted, and besides, he did not believe that Forty-Seven would be unharmed. If that's the case, it's not hard to imagine the result even if you pounce on it.

He just stared intently at the direction where Forty-Seven flew, regathered his divine power, and tried to fight again, and he didn't have time to take care of the elves around him who looked stupid and the rest of the elves who were not so stupid.

Or it's a gifted god knight who is usually stupid to look at.

"Win...... Won?" Milia muttered.

Win?

This girl is indeed spoiled by God