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Negative effects such as charm, sleep, fear, slowness, etc., are not good for demonized elves, so Dagulas simply casts the three most powerful ruining rays indiscriminately - a large hole appears in the stone wall from time to time, and the dark green dissociation ray completely disintegrates the hit area into dust, and the other two gray and dead black rays have no effect on the wall and the ground, but the person who is hit will either turn into a gray stone sculpture, or be immediately sucked away with a qiē life force, and die silently.

The immobile elves in the hall suffered a lot of casualties, but the demonized elves suffered very little damage.

Filgas landed lightly, in order to avoid the staggered rays in the air, she failed to reach her destination in the jump just now, the aircraft is still quite far from the ground, just because of its amazing size, so when you look down, there will be an illusion that it is overhead, and the almost lethal height has no effect on Filgas, her body is light as if using an anti-gravity device, the sound when she lands on the ground is not much louder than jumping off the bed, she is crouching and looking up at the shadow at the bottom of the aircraft。

Forty-Seven watched as Filgas followed her gaze and looked up again, and Argus's soldiers began to fall down - some of them shattered before they fell.

About half of the demonic elves made it to the flight deck, and the next step was to carry out the order. In terms of effect, even the weakest creatures can exert surprising power if they are properly modified, and even machines can't do that, magic is a magical thing.

The small storm caused by the flash bomb has passed, and the soldiers and mages on the ship have thrown themselves into the battle, most of them are ready to be dropped or are responsible for air strikes, they didn't expect this kind of thing to happen, they will all rush up from the bottom, the warriors are dressed in armor and shrouded in armor wielding retractable long swords, far and near.

Then they found that these vicious elves in front of them were fundamentally different from what they had encountered before, their sharp claws could tear through the armor of steel, their sturdy bodies could withstand the whirling magic missiles, and their strong strength could break the stabbing swords—there seemed to be something hidden under the gray-black skin of the elves, an endless and tireless desire to kill, and in the face of these beautiful devils, the strength and weakness seemed to be reversed.

The red-robed female mage withdrew her gaze from the black construct below, grabbed Dagulas, who was almost convulsed with excitement, and stopped her from manipulating her tentacles to turn back and blast at the flying machine—if the mad woman did this, I am afraid that all plans would be ruined.

The deep darkness has surrounded the huge flying machine, and the deck has become gray, occasionally burning with humanoid purple flames, which are the magic abilities of the demonized elves such as "dark magic" and "demon fire" in action, in the darkness, a pair of red eyes continue to shine, the black figure hunched over the waist is fleeting, and the screams continue to come out with this ghostly figure, and the soldiers are quickly losing until they are all killed.

The mages quickly realized that fighting in such a relatively closed area was tantamount to death. They began to gather together as much as possible, no longer caring about the lives of ordinary soldiers - they were born to be meat shields anyway, using summoned creatures to delay for a while, and then applying protective spells to themselves one by one, and only after the protection was as thorough as possible, did they begin to prepare powerful attack spells.

Filgas leapt up from the edge of the craft, his red gaze on a mage preparing to cast an ice pick. The mage was stunned for a moment, and then an indescribable feeling of nausea flooded through his body, causing him to curl up in pain, completely forgetting how to cast the ice pick, as if he had never learned it before—and then Filgas's icy claws penetrated into his skull, stirred vigorously in his brain, and then withdrew.

Filgas roamed like a cat, and even the tentacles that couldn't stop curling and writhing were flat beneath her feet. She unconsciously licked the blood dripping from her hands and the slippery brain, tasted the taste of the enemy, and felt incomparably sweet and happy - the horror she felt when she saw Argus constructing weapons for the first time was completely gone, and the black blood boiling in her body made her involuntarily crave more blood and killing, and the residual consciousness was reminding her, but to no avail, the kind voice in her head was too small, It's too weak, and since the whole meaning of one's life is only to bring greater suffering to the Argus, what's the big deal about dedicating one's soul to darkness?

Perhaps, this is called seeking benevolence and reaping benevolence.

Dagulas's slender wrist flicked, and some kind of magical energy similar to a flash bomb flashed, dispelling the surrounding darkness, and also bouncing a demonized spirit that pounced on her far away, falling out of the flying machine, and then three or four magic rays erupted from the eyeballs at the tip of the tentacles, and chased away.

Forty-seven remained standing on the ground below and did not make a move.

He tilted his head and looked up, as if observing the combat power of those demonized elves, and the result was quite satisfactory to him.

But there may also be a reason why he didn't even fully realize that he didn't join the warband directly - Moriel was also on the flying machine.

Perhaps he wasn't ready to go head-to-head with the first person he had actually met and communicated with in this world.

The red-robed mage still had the prescient way of fighting - but because the demonic elves were so agile and unimaginable, it would be quite difficult for her to cut through the enemy.

"What are you waiting for?" the female mage forced off a demonized elf, leaving him to hide in the darkness again, a little displeased.

"Huh...... Is it really going to start?" Dagulas laughed like a little fox who had just stolen a chicken, "That's evil—I thought I could see ......"

"Whatever you think, you're wrong!" the mage ignored Dagulas, and a series of spells spat out of her mouth—

The floating machinery shook for a moment.

Two canine statues, one black and one white, rise from each end of the aircraft. They creaked and turned until their heads faced each other. In an instant, the mysterious magical power passed through the layers of darkness and chaos above the aircraft, connecting the two canine statues as if they were just some insignificant pieces of smoke.

The demonic elves involuntarily retreated. An invisible but unusually powerful force field erupted on the craft, and all other creatures that were not part of the craft were pushed away by supernatural forces except for those Argus mages - some demonic elves tried to grab something and leave it on the craft, but to no avail, it was not an effect that could be countered with strength and agility.

The aircraft seemed to be showing signs of rising, the demonic elves jumping one after another, and the curling tentacles began to flicker with eyeballs several feet in diameter - could a single enhanced anti-biological force field change the tide of battle?

The cannon stretched and combined on the left arm, and the longer deformation time formed a more terrifying heavy cannon, after a brief flicker of red light, the beast-shaped cannon muzzle glowed with black-red light, like a bubble constantly expanding, and then the bubble suddenly shrank, and the scorching light touched the bottom of the aircraft in an instant, and the huge explosion and shaking almost shook the entire underground hall.

The clouds of fire spread like a flowing liquid, spreading across the dome, as if casting a curtain of fire over the main hall.

"It's dangerous, it's dangerous...... the alarm came and went, Dagulas stroked her chest, and looked at the purgatory scenery that was rolling around and almost drowning the flying machine: "Fortunately, there is a protective shield...... One more shot will be over! He really doesn't spare his hand! Moriel, don't you think?"

"Let's get started, stop talking nonsense!" the female mage interrupted her coldly.

"It's so boring...... Well......"

The flames had dissipated slightly, and the massive hull of the aircraft was still floating steadily.

Forty-seven spread their wings, and the greatsword and the flail were ready at the same time.

Before he could fly up and engage in hand-to-hand combat, the aircraft underwent a mutation. Colorful light shot out from those eyeballs, jumping from one conduction to another, the color kept changing and deepening, and after finally completing the refraction sequence that was almost a magic array, the light that shot down was already completely black, or there was no color at all, and the light contained absolute nothingness, even more like a gap that cut through space, extinguishing a qiē color, sound, falling from the sky-

However, the accuracy and power seem to be a little worse.

The light hit the ground, and it went straight in, and the dust was not shocked.

Forty-seven looked at the place where the light had struck, and was a little puzzled. What kind of trick is this, can't the two women above do something serious except for messing around?

But Eldris clearly doesn't think so. Her heart seemed to sink into the abyss with the black light that had sunk into the ground—and with her knowledge, she knew what the Argus were doing. They actually used the opportunity of this ritual to reopen the otherworldly passage of the Hell Gate Fortress!

Iirdris stared at the ground, and the moving elves seemed to realize something and gathered around her, Custer and Miria stood beside her, respectively, holding Zal Idan and Anton in their arms, Zaridan gasped heavily, and cursed in a low voice, but Anton did not say a word—silently.

The color of the ground began to darken.

Like a dry field soaked in water, the field quickly began to dent, casting an unpredictable shadow.

Filgas and the other demonic elves trembled slightly, even a little in the sense of urgency—the breath that seeped from there made them feel so familiar, as if their native home was not a sleeping forest, but a small shadow.

But the shadow of forty-seven hung over them, suppressing their commotion, and in a certain way, their black blood came all from this construct, a part of him, and they could not resist him, as if the client depended on the server......

Forty-seven actually felt the black hole-like depression calling to him. He took a step of his own accord, but immediately steadied his steps, using so force that his feet sank into the ground a little.

Something is wrong. Forty-seven suddenly woke up from his over-excitement and fanatical state, and began to examine himself.

There doesn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary Every gear and part is in order, operating normally, the damage suffered from the battle with the elven guardian is basically healed, and the elven warrior's sword is not a big deal, it can be said that he is in very good condition, and even when he just climbed out of the abyssal molten iron lake, even the flesh and blood part he got was full of strength......

Wrong. It is the purgatory flesh that melts into the metal body that is constantly agitating, and it tends to become more and more noisy. They shouted frantically, conjuring up hideous faces that no one else could see in the black fog roaming around, desperately luring Forty-Seven towards the abyss, the most of which was actually a blood-red face with burning horns - Melganis!

Forty-seven woke up suddenly. All kinds of anger and unwillingness mixed with a roar, making those demonized elves tremble. Forty-Seven never minded if there was evil power in his body, and in his opinion, power was power, and it had nothing to do with anything - but then again, adding a hard drive and finding out that it contained a virus was another matter.

"What's going on?" Dagulas, who was on the flying machine, leaned out half of her body and looked down, very depressed.

She didn't see the nightmarish alien monsters swarming out of her vision, nor did she see the flames of hell burning—

After all, she hadn't really been to purgatory.

Forty-seven is still battling the virus. Fortunately, those fangs and claws could not bring him any real damage, so he didn't take these nasty thoughts too seriously-he was not a weak-willed fellow, but he was temporarily taken advantage of by these long-dormant bastards because he was affected by the too strong abyssal aura...... They're not completely dead, but they're tenacious!

The breath of purgatory activates the flesh and blood of the devils, and they unscrupulously open their fangs to get out of the cage, and Forty-Seven feels that the real trouble is that the flesh and blood under the metal shell are trying to leave their bodies, or take the rest, and they have no intention of giving themselves the opportunity and power to choose.

It's a pity that he doesn't know the legendary Eight Crying Palms or will enter the Dionysian Skill, and there is no way to force those headache situations and all common sense out of the body with universal internal force, which once again proves that once the overly strong body has internal problems, it is definitely a bleak situation of nine deaths and one life.

At the end of the day, there's no one to help with.

Things are starting to get worse and worse. The dark flesh of Purgatory seemed to have gained tremendous power, slowly but unceasingly eroding and disturbing Forty-Seven's body. It seems that the glue that binds two different materials has failed and cracked, and now iron and blood have no possibility of harmonious coexistence, and it has become either the east wind overwhelms the west wind, or the west wind overwhelms the east wind, and even begins to appear on the armor similar to tendons or blood vessels, and all the parts in the forty-seven body that can still be controlled are almost crazy to crush and rotate, and begin to fight with the flesh that breeds and spreads, in the eyes of outsiders, the ugly form of the structure at the moment is almost disgusting, and the liquid with an almost ink-like color overflows from every crevice on the body and those dark red rune lines, like boiling hot tar emitting a fishy heat, the weapons on both arms frantically and uncontrollably decompose and combine into various strange forms, but none of them are decent.

"How nervous was he when you met him?" Dagulas asked, pointing to the strange and inexplicable Forty-Seven on the ground, and asked the unsmiling deputy commander.

"At that time, his body was not as ugly and varied as it is now. ”

"I'm not asking about the body, it's too cunning to answer like that. Dagulas leaned on the railing and was angry.

"Also, he looked better at the time. After saying that, he turned around handsomely, and it was already rare to talk a lot today.

"No wonder the two of you can live together. Dagulas was so disappointed that she hung her head.

Since nothing happened, we had to work harder, and all the success came from persevering a little longer. Dagulas gave up his plan to meet purgatory for the time being, and pondered what to do.

Forty-seven was still standing there looking after himself, no one knew what he was doing, it seemed more like a daze, but the high-speed noise coming from his body didn't seem to be so simple.

"Let's ...... Let me go ......" Anton, who had been silent, spoke, but the weakness and weakness in his tone made Milia think that he would definitely fall headlong if he couldn't take two steps.

The demonized elves were at a loss, and all kinds of chaotic information also poured into their minds through the black fog, most of them shouting for killing and destroying, but just as they were about to obey this desire, the pressure of the anger that swept them away shocked them in place.

Listen, a gloomy voice outside the window is singing in a low voice: Vote ~ vote ~.