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Anton stumbled out of the darkness and slipped far away, stopping not far in front of Milia when he was hindered by a stone.

"I use faith and courage as a shield......" He lay on his side, his sideburns scattered, his left arm curled up in front of his chest, as if broken, and a vague shield-shaped halo flickered a few times, helplessly dissipating.

"Your God and justice will not save you, old man. Forty-seven flew out of the darkness and landed in front of Anton, his steel wings hanging down, and the inky black clouds behind him were wrapped like cloaks, and the rolling heat and the dark red fire echoed each other.

"I actually kind of like you. The flail disintegrated into a sharp-spiked armor attached to the arm, and Forty-Seven changed to holding the sword in both hands: "You're funny sometimes...... I've always been merciful for interesting things...... It's just a pity that your stubbornness ended up damaging my kindness. ”

"If we can't hold on and cherish what we think is good and right, and pay for it...... What is the meaning of life?" Anton was smiling at the corner of his mouth, "From this point of view...... Aren't you the same, my constructor friend, but you're on the wrong path...... To do this, I have to stop ......"

Friend, you want to kill me, and I'm going to kill you now.

You can't even hold a sword.

Forty-seven filtered the words of the old paladin as if he had never understood the so-called profound meaning when he was looking at something eva.

The greatsword rose and fell, the jagged blade tearing through the air.

When the blade of the sword slashed at Anton, it suddenly rose in the opposite direction - it was completely indistinguishable that it was from one extreme to the other. After the loud sound of gold and iron, the blinding flash disappeared for a moment.

Milia soared into the air, and the anti-evil circle attached to the Holy Light Greatsword was completely shattered. She fell to the ground, her legs weakened, and she stumbled.

She trembled, her face pale, her eyes glazed. She had never felt such a sense of hopelessness and powerlessness! All the evil ones she had encountered before had felt pain and fear under her glorious holy power, dissipating like melting snow in the sun—but the blow just now had made him feel like facing a river of evil with stormy waves! The holy power she was proud of was like a handful of sand thrown into it, let alone blocking the river, not even slowing down the flow a little!

"Little girl. Forty-seven looked at her: "If you play with fire over and over again...... It's a pity that now you're burning your delicate fingers. ”

"It is not power that can overcome evil...... but courage ......" Milia stood up with her sword in hand, her voice trembling in prayer.

It's really self-hypnosis. Forty-seven's red eyes suddenly lit up, perhaps he rolled his eyes: "In fashionable words - women, deal with women." ”

"What?" Before Milia could understand the meaning of the words, a sharp wind suddenly came from behind her.

With the training that Anton had given her, Milia could barely block the blow. The opponent's murder weapon slashed across Milia's greatsword, making a sharp and piercing grinding sound - Milia swung his sword in response, the enemy jumped up with unusual dexterity, and a blood-red gaze fell on Miria, and as soon as she met this gaze, a sudden feeling of weakness and powerlessness hit her whole body, and the attacker rolled twice in the air, and fell silently to Forty-Seven.

"Filgas, you—" Zaridan and Ildris both lost color.

The elves, known as Fergas, have long, powerful arms. The skin on her left arm seemed to be a little light, a dull grayish black, and the five fingers of her right hand were not elven fingers at all, like demonic claws, with a sharp edge.

Her face had been completely restored to its beautiful and refined countenance. The runes cut by the knife had healed, leaving blood-red marks on the smooth skin. But the most astonishing thing was her red eye—one that shone with a red-hot, abyssal light, and everyone who came into contact with it felt disgusted, as if part of the life force in her body had been drained of it.

"I'll introduce. Forty-Seven's expression was now completely indistinguishable from that of a demon: "This is a demonized elf—a demonized elf who obeys my orders." By the way, your name is Filgas, right?"

"Iron-clad villain, what have you done!" Zaridan shook off Ildris's hand and rushed forward, stabbing Forty-Seven with his sword.

When he took the first step, he was him, the sword was a sword, the posture was perfect, the strength was full, it was completely a straight stab that a swordsman who had trained hard for many years, but by the time he took the second step, Zaridan's sword had already begun to glow and carry a suffocating power, it was not the holy power inspired by the pious will and faith of a paladin like Anton Milia, but the sword light and murderous aura cultivated purely in the practice of thousands of tempers and the battle of life and death; - Even his angry roar was drowned in the sword rainbow like a match, and the forty-seven who was directly facing his edge no longer looked like an elf, a sword, but a huge wave of surging sword qi!

The furious waves of sword qi crashed against the black rock, rolling up a thousand piles of snow.

Zal Idan flew backwards, coughing up blood all the way. His sword barely stabbed into Forty-Seven's body, straight through his chest and back—but Forty-Seven didn't care.

He grabbed the sword and slowly pulled it out of his body, the blade and body making a piercing metallic grinding sound that sent chills to everyone present - halfway through the draw, Forty-Seven simply twisted the hilt, and then pulled out the remaining half of the sword in one fell swoop.

Forty-seven looked down, letting out a hoarse, low, breathing sound.

The demonic elves stood up silently, as they appeared silently.

The elves had basically regained their former form—rather incredible, as if the power of the surging darkness had reshaped them. But now they are all slightly different from normal Night Elves, either with small horns on their foreheads, or sharp teeth and forked tongues, or skin covered in black scales, or tails with sharp stings...... A Night Elf who has lost both legs has even grown a pair of hooves that resemble goat's legs!

"You'd better explain, constructs. As long as I can endure it. Ildris's face was gloomy, and the mana unique to the elven sacrifice collided violently in her body, trying to find an outlet for her complicated feelings at the moment. She had found the source of the uncomfortable feeling she had felt before, and the eyes of the demonized elves looking at her were full of sorrow, pity, sympathy, helplessness, involuntary self-determination, but all with a hint of ruthlessness and hysterical evil—not the way Night Elves should look.

Even despite their mutated appearances, Eldris was almost certain that it was not the elves who had embraced the power of the Abyss, but the demonic flesh and blood that had consumed them—nothing more than monsters of some kind hidden beneath what looked like Night Elves, the unforgivable evil of the depths of purgatory clinging to her people, who were laughing at Ildrise, at her incompetence, at her stupidity......

Eldris stared at the black construct in front of her, almost crushing her silver teeth to suppress the desire to make a move, this construct was completely a container overflowing with darkness! Why would she think that she could actually manipulate the power of darkness without losing her senses?

"Explain?" Forty-Seven admired his ruined servants with satisfaction, "There's nothing to explain—I've never been good at magic. Now we can fight Argus more effectively, can't we?"

"No, but why do I think you're doing something in the ritual?" said Eldris, a few steps forward, the hem of her dress swaying, "You have twisted their souls and destroyed their minds with the power of filthy darkness!

"I'm not the only one who does the trick!" Forty-Seven sizzled, his figure growing taller and taller in the black mist: "Don't be so aggrieved, Miss Night Elf! I'm not the only one who launched the summoning ceremony! If you insist that I killed your countryman, then you have a share!"

Then his voice softened a little: "Besides, they are not dead! Now they are standing alive in front of you! How do you understand death, miss? Is it the destruction of the body? No, apparently you don't think so! You think that the departure of the soul is the sign of death! So, what is the soul?"

Forty-seven turned to Filgas beside him: "From my experience...... Isn't the soul just an intact memory? Look, she knows you! She remembers a qiē! Her memory is like a number of jù on a zài tape machine, and every bit is a lot! The only thing that has completely changed is her strong body that has been upgraded -- isn't that the best of both worlds?"

"Inexplicable nonsense! You manipulate their minds!" Eldris shouted screaming, "Don't think I can't see it! You have turned our free people into slaves to you!"

Forty-seven let out a strange laugh.

"So you're worried about the command of this small team? Don't worry about that! Anyway, our targets are the Argus! Since I and these demonized elves are cannon fodder used to fight Argus, then I have reason to think that their obedience is more conducive to my improvisation on the battlefield...... It's not pre-designed!I promise!I just thought I might be able to do it—you should thank me, if I hadn't put a mark on their souls, they might have obeyed the command of some of the abyssal guys now!"

Ildris didn't have much to say for a while. The eloquent construct in front of her is like a Batzu devil, cunningly misinterpreting her will and justifying her evil deeds - the devil?

She suddenly shouted, "I helped you deal with Argus, you helped me with the ritual! I didn't promise to help you build an army!

"Agreement?" Forty-Seven grinned, "I'm revising the agreement between us." ”

Zaridan stood up with the support of an elven warrior, his right arm hanging limply, and it seemed to be broken: "Ahem...... Don't talk nonsense with this evil tin creature...... Ildris. Let's join forces against him, so that the honor of the Night Elves will not be tarnished......"

"It's a shame that you think so. Forty-seven casually re-revealed his greatsword: "Then let's end this crappy stage play." It seems that the old saying is true, if you want to do something well, you have to do it yourself...... But don't expect me to command them to close their eyes, I don't want them to get into the habit of not wanting to see the blood of their brothers. ”

"Wait......" Anton struggled to sit up, trying to stop the qiē, but no one listened to him anymore.

Eldris had a gloomy complexion, her hands glowing faintly emerald green, and she seemed to be in the final inner struggle, when suddenly she seemed to feel something looking up.

There was a loud bang overhead. Gravel and dust fell like dense rain, and several strong lights swept back and forth, and the uncoordinated vibration caused by spatial teleportation spread throughout the hall like water waves.

A strange floating machine appeared out of thin air above the crowd. The huge hemispherical body stretched out no less than ten thick and flexible tentacles, worm-like rings one after another, the gray-brown skin between steel and organism, the intricate pipes and textures on it were like the blood of living beings, the huge mouth with hideous teeth and the eyeballs that rotated back and forth separated the lower half of the mechanical sphere, and the tips of those tentacles were also huge eyeball-shaped crystals, as if there were hundreds of facets of different sizes, red, green and blue reflected each other, but the dust was all dazzling and almost colorless light-

The floating machine tilted a little, and Dagulas seemed to be standing in an eerie skull, leaning against the vein-like fence, smiling happily: "The traffic is so bad, and this strange thing is always against it—I didn't miss anything, did I?" she straightened her windswept hair, like a high school girl who was late for a date, and she wasn't embarrassed at all.

But since you're late, you have to say something.

The sky was full of suspicious bombs mixed with some new types of throwing weapons, and the number was almost equal to that of the previous beetles, and some even detonated in the air, and the aircraft shook slightly.

I don't know if the guys in Argus will occasionally make the bold words of "blow you back to the Stone Age", but this kind of carpet bombing, which is tantamount to throwing money, is obviously the essence of the bullying of the good attackers who move above the nine heavens. The shockwaves seemed to turn the entire hall into a buzzing bell, and there was no way to dodge and defend, and the elven warriors and priests were almost powerless to fight back in the face of this attack of nearly a hundred instantaneous spells, and the only elf who could survive was Eldris, whose spell shield shone with an emerald green glow, struggling to support the unbridled attack.

"Watch out for that elf! Prepare to use the anti-magic force field!" shouted the commander mage, who had just spent a large sum of gold, "Don't give her a chance to cast spells—"

A flash bomb that flew out of Dagulas's hand dutifully fulfilled its mission, not only knocking the chaotic mage out of the aircraft, but also affecting several poor fellows, who covered their eyes and scurried around the deck, trying to grab something that could be leveraged, it was a gorgeous and comical appearance.

"Do you think that the anti-magic force field will only affect the elves below? Perhaps, your lame tricks may not deserve to be called magic!

Dagulas changed her demeanor and squeamishness, yelled at his men who were still dizzy, and casually turned a guy who accidentally touched the joystick and shook the entire floating machine into a honeycomb dripping with red honey.

“...... Kill them. "From the moment the strange flying machine appeared, Forty-Seven saw a red-robed female mage with a cyan tattoo. She was now standing on the flying machine, as if the chaos around her was completely insulated from her, and looking at this qiē look was like watching a farce - a look that made Forty-Seven quite dissatisfied, even a little aggrieved.

The demonic elves rose up in response - they scattered in all directions, climbing the surrounding stone walls in an almost strange motion, approaching the flying machine, and the torrential attack just now did not seem to affect them at all, or rather that the demonized elves were not affected by anything compared to the force that drove them.

From below, the Demonic Elves leap as if they were dancers in the night sky.

"What pretty kittens!" Dagulas complimented as she watched the demonized elves trying to leap onto the aircraft, but that didn't stop her from manipulating the crystal-eyed mechanical tentacles to shoot deadly magic rays.

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