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Milia was about to scream, but was immediately covered by Anton's mouth and pressed to the bottom.

The slaughter kicked off the battle - the elves screamed and chased after each other, their bodies dimmed, and as their wings vibrated and spewed phosphorescent dust, the elves bent down, covering their bodies with cloaks and covering their heads and faces, allowing the frenzied goblins to fly up and down above.

The sharp wooden boat became unmanned for a while, and went down the river - only forty-seven sat on the boat without care, and the needles of the little goblins could not hurt him at all, but he occasionally grabbed and pinched, and the goblins between his fingers suddenly emitted a mushy smell and were burned, like flies falling on a soldering iron.

"How...... How so?" Driving away from the area, Milia was shocked and pale: "They are killing each other!"

"This is the effect of the forces of evil. The river had now allowed two wooden boats to move side by side, and Zaridan sat on the boat next to him, his face gloomy: "The smell of the Hell Gate Fort is getting stronger and stronger...... These creatures that live on the banks of the Fairy River have become more and more violent due to its influence...... If they don't find a way to stop it, sooner or later they will transform into evil creatures that will attack something......"

Zaridan raised his head and looked at the dense forest foliage above: "Ildris...... Are you going to make us such unforgivable depraved creatures?"

Milia listened to Zaridan's heavy words, looked at the black figure behind him, and his expression was a little firmer.

The trees on both sides of the bank gradually became distorted in shape, and the color tended to be jet black, and the branches and leaves were more and more withered, but there was nothing sparse about the branches overhead.

The wooden boats successively circled the giant trees that stretched out diagonally on the water, almost toppling over, and turned a corner, and the already turbid and green river suddenly came to an end.

In front of it is a piece of entangled ** branches, like a dam blocking the flowing water, several can't tell what animal remains are trapped in it, dirty black water foam flows out from the cracks in the branches, bubbling into the river, the smell is disgusting, it seems that this is the source of river water pollution.

Miria hid her nose in disgust, for her, the intensity of the evil aura here was almost close to substance—and a look of shock appeared on Anton's face, he really didn't expect this place to become like this in just a few years.

A whizzing figure swept over his head and landed directly on the filthy land.

It's forty-seven.

His feet stepped on the unbearable foliage and dirt, only sinking down slightly—the ground under his feet was not the imaginary muddy pool, but seemed to have some kind of toughness and elasticity, like the skin of a demon.

He took a deep breath - Forty-Seven had no such thing as a breathing organ, and the fishy air flow came in from between his teeth, through the tightly snapped gears and parts, and out of the cracks in his armor, making the flesh and bones between the metal unusually excited.

This is the breath of purgatory.

Forty-Seven walked forward proudly, although he had never been here, but he knew very well where the elven warrior chief was talking about the hell gate, because he instinctively felt the source of this dark aura - the elves also jumped ashore one by one and followed, and finally Anton and Milia.

Forty-seven led the way, and Zaridan followed behind, looking at him a little nervously.

The intense, almost flowering darkness made the Night Elves who were the best at concealing their whereabouts in the shadows a little uncomfortable, not to mention the two paladins - the Holy Light lit by Miria was quickly drained away by the surrounding dark energy, so that she had to continue to inject strength to strengthen the brightness of the Holy Light, until Anton stopped her meaningless behavior and took her to barely keep up with the elves with her rich experience.

Surprisingly, Forty-Seven was not affected at all. In this labyrinthine forest, he knew exactly where to go straight and where to turn, and he didn't stop to judge, and the closer he got to his destination, the stronger and more terrifying he seemed - when the crowd stood in front of the ruined black ruins, Forty-Seven's back was no different from a demon in their eyes.

"Is this it?" Forty-Seven said to Zaridan behind him, although it was a question, there was not much questioning, and the black-red miasma had already swelled around him like a cloud of smoke—Milia could barely restrain himself from drawing his sword and slashing it, and the knuckles of the hand holding the hilt of the sword had turned white from the exertion.

"Yes...... Here it is. Zaridan subconsciously took a step back, and with his willpower, he could barely resist the negative smell coming from the smoke: "But we have to find the entrance...... In the past, it was the High Priest of Ildris who was in charge of patrolling the place. ”

Forty-seven raised his head slightly, surveying the ruins. Although it has been destroyed and abandoned for a long time, its former scale can still be seen from the broken walls and tiles - the gravel-covered courtyard is overgrown with strange and twisted plants, all of which seem to have been mutated by the breath of the abyss, abnormally luxuriant, and it is unknown what gave them nutrients. The black half-towers pointed to the sky, and although there was no forest in the vast clearing, the double sun was still not visible, and the gray mist in the sky made everyone seem to be in a kind of dead twilight, and the mist seemed to slowly revolve around the area, as if a lid was placed over the abandoned Hell Gate Fort, casting the shadow of the abyss here.

Forty-Seven stepped on a piece of decaying dead wood, and the overwhelmed roots clicked, and many black fat beetles crawled out and fled in all directions.

It's disgusting!Milia watched a beetle crawl past her feet, and held back to keep it from screaming.

"I've found the entrance, Master Warrior. Custer nimbly climbed over a broken wall and landed in front of Zaridan to report.

Zal Idan drew his sword: "Let's go!"

The underground entrance to the castle is in a ruined lobby. Over the years, the place has been fairly clean and maintained by the Night Elves, and the statues of the Evil God and Demon Lord have been destroyed and replaced by a circular altar and two heavily armored Night Elf warrior statues guarding the side, a costume that is almost unique among the elves.

"There was once a very powerful evil priest who took over this place and built the Hell Gate Fortress......" Anton explained to Miria in a low voice, as she knew almost nothing about it, "We still don't know what he believes, but everyone tends to be one of the most powerful demon lords in the abyss...... The demons entered the main material realm through the dimensional passage opened by the priest, bringing chaos and panic not only to the Sleeping Forest, but also to the whole of the South, and he was arrogant and led his demons and the army assimilated by the evil forces in an attempt to conquer the whole of the South—two great warriors, an unknown ranger and a priest of the Goddess of Magic, known as the Silver Flame Lady, disguised as an adventurer corrupted by demonic power, armed with a powerful elven artifact. The two fragments of the Eye of the Stars and Moon were mixed into the Hell Gate Fort and put them in the right place, while the third fragment was held by the last High Priest of the Night Elves to perform a sacrifice in the Elven City, burning life to call on the power of the Star and Moon Goddess to fight evil, so the light of countless stars and moon fell from the sky, and the stars in the sky fell one after another, and were guided to smash into the Hell Gate Fortress, completely purifying and destroying this evil place, and the three warriors who used their lives to ensure the success of this plan should always be remembered and admired... ...”

Isn't it cannon fodder for locating precision-guided bombs on the front line? Forty-seven thought as he listened to the words of the two paladins behind him. In his thinking, there has never been a difference between justice and evil in war, in his opinion, the difference between war is only to kill or be killed, the living and the dead, and those who stand at the end are the victors and the righteous - Whether it is a mecha soldier holding a Gaussian ray machine gun to strafe the front line, or a pilot driving an interstellar battleship to drop bombs, or a council member who signs a piece of war paper, as long as it does not belong to the side of the 47th Service, in his eyes, it is all a number on the statistical table, and it is all dust that needs to be swept away...... Who has time to tell which side is right and which side is wrong?

Do you remember how much bread you ate?

Zaridan walked up to the altar and lit the altar with a light of fire.

Pale blue flames lit up on the altar - a trace of pure and sacred aura still seeped through the rust-contaminated altar, even making the two tall elven statues a little more majestic.

Zaridan brushed his hand hard across the sword. Blood flowed down the blade of the sword, dripping into the blue flame.

Custer and the other elven warriors gathered around the altar and whispered prayers in Elven language.

The large, heavy altar made a tooth-aching sound of metal grinding and slowly moved away.

As usual, the fat black beetle scattered in all directions, while a large snake twisted its body and escaped from the hole under the altar, and quickly hid in the grass, as if it were the guardian saint of the cave, startling everyone.

In the dark cavern, the stairs lead down one step at a time, as if it were an entrance to hell.

Custer stepped forward and threw a torch into the hole, watching it tumble down the stairs, illuminating a small area that burned for a long time.

"Let's go down. ”

Zal Idan, nodding and stepping forward. He was followed by Forty-Seven, who accidentally touched his head as he entered the cave. Then the elves rushed in, followed by the paladin.

After a long staircase, everyone came to a wide and unusual hall - the walls and floor were all that kind of huge rough masonry, nearly half of the hall had been blocked by collapsed stones and earth, and some places were stained with jet-black stains, if you got close to smell it, you should be able to smell the ** blood that has been accumulated for a long time and still can't dissipate.

When Miria entered the hall, she suddenly felt a trance, and for a moment it seemed like countless angry ghosts rushing towards her, making her involuntarily take a step back, and the light on her body was bright, dispelling the darkness around her.

Forty-seven glared back at her, and for some reason, he felt the light more and more dazzling—as if it had disturbed him.

The group continued deeper into the halls—the winding corridors and intricate rooms seemed to have no end in sight. The further down you go, the heavier that gloomy and oppressive tidal aura becomes.

Finally, a tall, closed iron door appeared in front of them.

The iron gate and the half-hidden obelisk are covered with twisted symbols and dense cracks, and even though the evil magic attached to them has been destroyed by the power of the stars and the moon that penetrates through it, the strange shape of itself can make people feel sick to their stomachs.

"This is where the Otherworldly Gate opened by the Evil Priest is located—" Zaridan looked around, "This was completely blocked the last time I came...... It seems that Eldris is ready, and if I don't stop her in time, the ceremony will begin soon. ”

Custer tugged at the thick iron ring in the mouth of the iron demon on the door, and the rusty iron door did not move.

"It would be nice if you brought Oso with you......" Zaridan also stepped forward to try, and found it a bit difficult.

A hand wrapped in black and red smoke gripped the iron ring as if it had become part of the iron gate. Dust fell, and the rusted iron gate showed a tendency to loosen under the unusually great force. The iron hoop was overwhelmed, and gradually stretched and deformed, so Forty-Seven used his other hand to cut into the crack of the door, and his feet sank into the ground, and the bricks and stones on the ground were shattered and flew away, and the others had to avoid them, and Forty-Seven continued to exert force, and the armor on his body seemed to bulge like muscles, and with several loud noises between dull and crisp, half of the door that was three or four feet thick was forcibly opened by Forty-Seven— Everyone looked at him a little dumbfounded, because at this time they found out that between the two iron gates, between the iron gate and the stone wall, were originally locked with iron bars thicker than their thighs!

Zaridan and Anton unconsciously glanced at each other, perhaps it was a bad note to bring this constructed creature here.

Forty-seven stood alone in front of the door, and a darkness surged out of the half-open iron door—this darkness was not just because no light could shine here, but as the iron door opened, it drowned Forty-Seven like some living thing and then pounced on everyone, and this dark aura gushing out of the door like a tide made everyone feel that they were in eternal darkness both in space and time.

After the black tide, the flames of the torches in the hands of the elves were extinguished, as if the darkness was a wave that had drowned all the waves, and only the white holy light in Milia's hands still flickered and scattered, like a ray of light in hell.

Darkness comes and goes as fast as it comes.

This analogy may be inappropriate, but the raging darkness just now seemed to be a curtain that had been lifted, and now it was the scene inside the door accompanied by a red light.

This is not so much a hall as a square. I couldn't find where the light source was, the ceiling was almost as high as the sky, and I even felt dizzy when I looked up, making people wonder if this was still underground, as if I had come to some unnatural force formed a space that was embedded with the real world, the walls and the ground were the shape of the rock melting and then cooling and crystallizing, and still retaining the original rugged and winding flow state, submerging those twisted and strange idols and pillars full of incantations, the color gradually changed from the snow-like white on the zenith to the red, and by the time it reached the uneven ground, it was almost ink-black- This black color makes people feel sick to their stomachs even at a glance, because it is a carpet of blood formed by the surging moonlight star power that has been surging into it!

Everyone was stunned, and they could vaguely think of the power of the time from this tragic ruin—what kind of divine power this was.

Forty-seven was the first to step on the black ground. Probably an illusion, at that moment the whole ground seemed to be like a shaking blanket, and it was like a stormy ocean surging up, with a sharp scream and roar to engulf a qiē...... But in an instant, it was still cold black ground, and the forty-seven standing alone on it were like a stalagmite-like protrusion.

He looked back at Zaridan and Anton: "What are you waiting for?"

The red fire in his eyes was almost black.

Anton involuntarily gripped the hilt of his sword, and he finally realized the change in Forty-Seven. The environment of Hellgate's fort didn't actually make the construct stronger—it unleashed the evil that had been suppressed within him for a long time.

Forty-seven didn't wait for them to answer, and walked on his own—to the lowest point in the center of the main hall.

Anton can now be sure that what he just saw is not a delusion. The black in the stone layer slowly but clearly wriggled through the stone edges, converging into pits and crevices, slowly overflowing around the structure, forming a black vortex.

For a while, the red light was prosperous.

"Demon ......" Milia trembled her lips, and the elves were all on their toes—in such a situation, the plans and rhetoric that had been prepared were useless.

Zaridan stepped forward, holding a sword in one hand and a sky-blue gem in the air in the other.

As if a small piece of blue sky had opened up in the crimson purgatory, the jewel in Zaridan's hand bloomed with a clean and wash-like brilliance, and a series of incomprehensible elven syllables spat out of his mouth—

"O Guardian of the Ancients, come down from the light, sacrifice the flesh and blood of the wicked, seal the source of evil, and drive away the darkness here!"

The last sentence was shouted in the lingua franca, and with the sonorous voice of Zaridan, the zenith of the main hall grew brighter and brighter, but not with the scorching heat of the twin suns, but with a faint pale blue coldness and purity, as if the moon of a sleeping forest hung over it—and the black-red stone wall boiled, as if cursing against the light in anger and fear, and the light finally almost joined in a line, and shot straight at Forty-Seven, and even the miasma around him diluted a lot.

A shadow descended with that light. At first, it was just a faint blue human form, but as he landed quickly, it had become as clear as a real person in just a few seconds, behind him were bright moon-like wings with blue edges, and a pair of eyes emitted the same white light as Zaridan, the difference was only that the bright Cheng dù, while other organs such as the face, mouth and nose were blurred, and under the full-hood helmet except for the eyes, the skin was as black as the night, and the glow emitted from the silver-blue full-body armor and the double-headed giant sword was almost impossible for people to look at directly-

That is the pride of the Night Elves that can only be formed by the heroic souls of the strongest Night Elf warriors after their death merge into the moonlight, the Servant of the Stars and the Moon, the Elven Guardian!

Forty-seven giant swords and chain shackles were lit up at the same time, and the sound of the weapons of both sides resounded through the hall. The elven guardian flew up with the help of his strength, avoiding the flame projectiles fired by Forty-Seven's flail-deformed hand cannon, and the sword blade pointed at it, and the surging light and flames even formed a rapidly flowing river, engulfing Forty-Seven's figure at once, but Forty-Seven immediately rushed out of the light, smoked all over, flapped his wings to catch up with the elven guardian, choked him by the throat and pushed him towards the stone wall, when the elven guardian fell to it, the black and red on the wall immediately dispersed along with the flying stone smoke, and let out a terrible howl to avoid the light on the elven guardian's body, the elven guardian grabbed Forty-seven's wrist and prevented his black giant sword from cutting into his neck, and held it for a while, Unexpectedly shook off Forty-Seven's hand, kicked him back to the ground with a bend of his legs, the elven guardian flew high, the double-headed sword in his hand flowed with brilliance and transformed into a giant bow, he bent the bow and pulled the string - along with the stretched string of light appeared a dazzling arrow of light, which made a huge explosion on Forty-Seven's body, and the second one immediately condensed on the bowstring......

The others watched this thrilling battle and were completely unable to intervene.

The latest chapter of the high-speed debut magic suit, this chapter is the third chapter of the burning jungle The thirty-eighth round destroys the address of the dungeon of Miè.