Eastern mythology system

Chapter 423
The 23 silver-level masters of the slave hunting team, these high-level professionals who need to be looked up to in the eyes of ordinary people, can't feel any information from the outside world at this time.Each of them sank into their own purgatory world, feeling the burning of the flames, suffering terribly, but had nowhere to escape.

The only consolation is that this kind of extreme pain in all directions, inside and out, only lasted for a short moment-although in their remaining consciousness, this "moment" is really too long and too difficult .

Princess Alice, Franco, York and the others stared wide-eyed, their faces full of shocked expressions, mixed with a trace of fear.

In their eyes, the youth in black just emitted a black shadow of unknown nature. The black shadow was divided into 23 parts and landed on the slave catchers.

then……

Then, nothing more.

The 23 silver fighters of the slave hunting team suddenly burst into black flames all over their bodies almost at the moment when the shadow touched them.Then, like a great transformation into a living person, the whole person disappeared.It disappeared without a trace, leaving no ashes behind.

As anyone knows, this isn't a big change.Those fierce men are already dead and cannot die again, and they will never come back.

Except for Anthony, everyone turned their attention to the indifferent young man in black.Even Yalena, who was used to seeing Anthony's various magical methods, had a flash of curiosity in her eyes.

This young man in black doesn't seem to be weak.

Of course, no matter what, it's still not as good as Anthony.

Yalena is sure.

Others are not as well-informed as her, and their performance is much more exaggerated.

Especially the thief York, shrunk his neck unconsciously, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, his face became lightened, startled and frightened.

After a short period of sluggishness, Princess Alice became excited.

This is a saint-level powerhouse, and this is another saint-level powerhouse!
There are saint-level powerhouses in the elves, and her father, the Elf King, is a junior fighter. Alice has a rough judgment on the abilities of this level of powerhouses.

Based on what the young man in black did just now, Alice can be sure that his strength may not be inferior to her father.

Unexpectedly, this taciturn young man in black, who looked like everyone owed him 500 taels of silver, was actually a great master.

The God of Darkness didn't pay attention to the divergent gazes of other people, and saw his right hand move, as if squeezing out from the gap in the void, 23 black light clusters reappeared, and quickly gathered towards Omega.

Compared with just now, the size of those black light clusters has not changed, but the color has obviously deepened, and faintly radiates a wonderful luster.

For some reason, Franco and the others suddenly came up with an idea out of thin air, as if those light clusters were full of food and drink, and were wandering back to their lair.

They don't know why they have such absurd feeling. They are obviously some dead things, but let them see the side full of life.

The black light balls fell on the black-clothed youth one after another, but they did not ignite raging black flames like the slave catchers just now.

Only Anthony could notice that with the return of the black light cluster, Omega's energy immediately increased.Although this kind of improvement may only be considered a drop in the bucket for his huge energy base.But this kind of progress is real, and there is no adulteration at all.

As expected, the way of cultivating the God of Darkness still focuses on devouring.

It didn't take much time to deal with the slave catchers who were blocking the way for money and death.

Except for Omega, the God of Darkness, everyone on Anthony's side did not make a move at all, and naturally there was no loss of injury.

On the enemy's side, because the God of Darkness's attack was too weird and sharp, 23 people were burned to nothingness, not even a single scum was left.

Everyone didn't delay too much, as if they wiped away a few flies, and then continued on their way.

Only the thief York, his face was a little pale and his expression was unnatural.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally seemed to muster up his courage, and walked to the front of the black-clothed youth.

"Brother, I suddenly feel that you are only slightly inferior to Boss Long in terms of your talent, and it is a bit wronged you to be ranked third. After careful consideration, I have decided to give up my position to you. So from now on, I am the third child, you are the second child..."

Hearing this, the God of Darkness, who didn't want to pay attention to him at all, finally couldn't help getting angry, and glared at the thief and shouted:

"roll!"

……

In an untouched forest, the foliage is lush, the trees are tall and strong, and countless insects, birds, and animals live in it, and the entire area maintains the most primitive style.

But that doesn't mean no one lives here.

It's not right to say that, because the ethnic groups living here are not human beings, but elves.

The elves are known as the "sons of the forest" and live in the jungle. Not only will they not destroy the ecological environment of this area, but they can also play a role in supervision and maintenance, ensuring that the growth and development of various animals and plants in this forest are maintained in a balanced state. state.

With a whoosh, a young elf flies past a tree, scaring a cute little squirrel almost throwing away its beloved pine cone.

When the little furry animal looked up, the unaware "perpetrator" flickered three or two times, and had gone so far that he could no longer see his back.

In the primeval forest, there are no trees or jungles, and there are no roads at all.Another person came in, not to mention whether he has the ability to walk in the forest, just finding the right direction in the forest where everything is the same is already a big problem.

For the children of the forest, finding the way is naturally not a problem.

The young elf is obviously familiar with the environment here, and he doesn't need to distinguish the direction at all while walking.

After running and jumping at high speed in the forest for a while, a piece of tree house suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

The architectural style of these tree houses is very different from that of human beings. The distribution is patchwork, and they do not pursue the overall order at all.Instead, according to the shape of the trees, they followed the trend and built a comfortable nest for the elves.

The young elf returned home, relaxed.

He slowed down, greeted the clansmen he met, and walked inside.

It can be seen that the elves who patrol outside or go on other tasks like him return one after another every now and then.At the same time, other elves took over their tasks, carrying bows and arrows, carrying daggers, and left with determination on their faces.

Today's elves are in a state of battle.

And the place in front of him, which is considered stable and peaceful for the time being, is the Elven King's Court.

(End of this chapter)