Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 144: The Dark Lord's Execution
He Songling’s strength is very powerful, but he actually follows the same path as Zhang Zhiwei, which is to only cultivate his life.

Even though he relied on his innate spirit to secretly learn so many fancy moves, in fact, those were just condiments, not his main content. His main content and purpose had always been to deduce the third level of reverse life, practice life cultivation, and return to the innate.

This led to the fact that the two of them would never be able to perform any incredible operations like those who possessed the Eight Wonders. Ma Mu Liang Jiang, each had his own strengths, and the owners of the Eight Wonders would always seem to be powerful, but they would never be able to beat Zhang Zhiwei.

But at the same time, he and Zhang Zhiwei couldn't do anything too fancy. Just like now, if the Dark Lord really sacrificed the entire city, the "God of Death" could harvest all the lives of the entire city in a short period of time, and they couldn't stop it at all.

He Songling did not doubt the truth of what the Dark Lord said. He was at the end of his rope, so it was only natural for him to fight to the death. He could already feel the unknown energy in the void confining him and sucking his vitality.

He Songling used his Qi to block this absorption. Looking to the side, he saw that Zhang Zhiwei's golden light and lightning were also very bright, and he was obviously also absorbed by this.

If even they had to use Qi to resist, then those ordinary people...

He Songling didn't even dare to think about what would happen.

"Hahaha, Orientals, are you scared? Let me tell you, Europe is not the place you should come to!"

Seeing the worried expressions on He Songling and Zhang Zhiwei's faces, the Dark Lord couldn't help but laugh wildly. The blood-covered miserable appearance and the wild laughter formed an extremely hideous and terrifying picture.

"You can't do it."

Suddenly, a gentle but firm voice appeared in the Dark Lord's ears.

"What!" The Dark Lord was shocked and looked at Taber who suddenly appeared beside him.

"I told you, you can't do it." Taber took out a small silver object from his arms. There seemed to be something like a ruby ​​in the middle. Under the light, it seemed that blood was flowing in it.

"Destroy it." Taber threw the thing towards He Songling.

"Taber!" The Dark Lord's eyes were bloodshot and he roared like a mad lion.

"The container of the Blood Alliance." Although He Songling had never seen the Fantastic Beasts movie, he had seen it while watching short videos because the movie was so popular. As long as this thing was destroyed, the Blood Alliance would no longer exist.

Of course, not everyone is qualified to destroy it, but He Songling and Zhang Zhiwei just happen to have the ability to do so.

In fact, with Taber's strength, he could destroy the blood alliance container in any way, but as a witness to the relationship between him and the Dark Lord, it was not that he could not destroy it, but that he did not want to destroy it. And now, Taber asked He Songling to destroy the container, proving that Taber did not want to sacrifice the people for his personal feelings.

Because of this, the Dark Lord became furious.

This hurt him more than if He Songling had hit him on the head and trash-talked him all day long.

"Kacha!"

He Songling took it without any hesitation. After thinking about the cause and effect, he exerted force with his Qi-infused fingers and crushed the thing into pieces.

"Lao Zhang, replenish the thunder." He turned around and called out.

He didn't care how the relationship between the two Nantongs would develop. He came to Europe to have fun. As a righteous man, he had no choice but to slay demons and eliminate evil. And he was determined to eliminate all evil and leave no strange beginnings and ends.

"Zi la..."

Zhang Zhiwei was more straightforward. He Songling would often talk nonsense, but Zhang Zhiwei was more willing to finish the work first. In the future that He Songling had never seen, he came up and slapped Wu Gensheng to the ground, almost ruining the old man's plan. This shows how decisive he was.

The Yang thunder with blazing Yang energy fell, and the symbol of the Blood Alliance was completely destroyed. "Then, let's go all out."

After reading it, Taber turned his head. Flames flowed from the phoenix and projected onto his body. Brilliant flames spurted out from his wand.

"Ow!"

A flaming lion spewed out from the end of Taber's magic wand. He Songling and the others were a little confused. Although this flaming lion was a terrifying force among ordinary people, it was too ordinary for them, or even the so-called "God of Death".

When the two of them were fighting the Dark Lord just now, the power of their normal attacks was no less than that of the Flame Lion.

However, He Songling's thought soon changed. The lion ran towards the shadow of the god of death, faster and faster, and the flames on its body became more and more vigorous.

By the end, Taber's face had turned pale as he held the magic wand, and his body was shaky. The flames on the lion's body had become so hot that it was terrifying.

No kidding, He Songling really felt like he saw a second sun.

"boom!"

The lion crashed into the phantom of the god of death and exploded instantly, sending out a sky full of flying fire meteors. Not only did it blow up the phantom of the god of death, but those flying fire meteors also scattered along the phantom of the god of death to "harvest" the life force of Qi, looking for it one by one, not letting go of any Qi, and completely burning it up.

"Brother Taber, strong!"

He Songling rarely admits defeat, but now he has to give Taber a thumbs up.

"This God of Death has not yet fully formed. If we give him some time and fully project his power of Death onto me, I will still not be his match." Taber shook his head and said.

"Taber!"

Seeing his own Death being destroyed, the angry Dark Lord no longer cared about their previous relationship and flew towards Taber angrily with his wand in hand.

"Oh!"

The Dark Lord was as powerful as a mad tiger, and Taber, who had just used all his strength, seemed to have no time to resist, but he forgot that he had three opponents on the field!

He Songling tripped the Dark Lord, who was flying in the air and made him lose his balance. Then he swung his elbow at the Dark Lord's throat, knocking the old man down from the sky.

Then there is a whole set of pictures of Wang Ye going on outings.

“Teng teng teng teng!”

He Songling's size 44 feet moved faster than a five-speed electric fan, and soon the defenseless Dark Lord was kicked unconscious, and the hand holding the wand fell to the side. But even so, he still held it tightly and refused to let go.

"You won't let go? Here you go!"

He Songling had no moral principles at all and directly took out the mortar. The large steel pipe weighing more than 160 kilograms smashed on his palm, breaking all five fingers of the old fellow. He easily pried them apart and took the old magic wand in his hand.

Then he took out the hidden thread that Lu Huizhong had given him and tied the old man up like a dumpling. If the Dark Lord woke up and tried to break free, the hidden thread could cut him into pieces effortlessly.

"Brother Taber, I'll leave this man to you." He Songling dusted off his hands and looked at Taber.

(End of this chapter)