The defeated saint is also on the way to tame the evil god today

　Before he returned to the driver's seat, Xingmo took a step forward and raised his wand:

　"Lachesis Nocturne."

　"boom----"

　The golden lightning tore through space and instantly pierced the dark elf's chest, destroying his fate.

　Almost at the same time, Xing Mo stretched out his hand to the side, and the umbilical cord wrapped in his sleeves instantly spread out, dragging everyone around him into darkness.

　They disappeared almost instantly, and at that moment of disappearance, dozens of light blades simultaneously tore through the ground they had just stood on—

　“Swish, swish, swish, swish—”

　The four sons of time stared grimly at the place where Xingmo disappeared. They had been hiding in the time rift and waiting for a long time, but they didn't expect that Xingmo was one step faster than them!

　"What should we do now? They disappeared!" said a child of time.

　"To the mill!"

　A Child of Time immediately turned around and prepared to go to support the mill.

　But just as he turned around, the space suddenly twisted, and Xingmo appeared behind her, with the Spine of Saint Auros in his hand piercing out -

　"Sizzle!"

　With one blow, he tore the weak spot on the belt, and with another blow, he directly chopped off the head, sending blood splattering everywhere.

　At the same time, behind the other Children of Time, Lucius and the others suddenly appeared and simultaneously exerted their own powers—

　——Just at that moment, Xingmo dragged everyone into his own kingdom and avoided the attacks of his descendants.

　After the attack, Xingmo released everyone out of his own country and opened exits in different directions in the real dimension.

　This was a surprise attack.

　"Fuck-"

　Lucius' wrist pierced the chest of a Child of Time directly. Before the other party could resist, he took out a revolver and fired continuously at the other party's brain stem.

　"Bang bang bang!"

　The Son of Time immediately fell to the ground, his head shattered, and he was motionless.

　On the other side, Freya opened the Book of Hell with a rustling sound and chanted in a low and hoarse voice:

　"The Most Glorious, Almighty Lord of Truth revealed his face to them and opened the gates of Paradise."

　Crimson runes emerged, quickly outlining the outline of the door frame, trapping a Child of Time.

　The Scion attempted to activate the shuttle, but found that time had lost its meaning in the area around him - he was trapped inside the door.

　At the moment of his astonishment, Yuwen pulled out a silver dagger from his sleeve and carved a rune on the space while chanting:

　"Terrors terrify him on every side, and disasters clinch at his heels."

　Mercury-like light flowed and diffused in the air, then pierced into the offspring's armor from different angles.

　The Zi Si let out a scream of astonishment. His armor was penetrated by mercury, his skin was separated from his flesh and bones, and poisonous steam emerged from his seven orifices and poured out from between the armor.

　He fell to his knees, his armor crumbling piece by piece until only a mercury-soaked skeleton remained kneeling.

　In the blink of an eye, three of the four sons of time died!

　"They are too weak, this is abnormal," Yuwen frowned, "Your Highness, we need to find out the number of people."

　"Understand."

　Freya flipped through the Book of Hell, her pupils tinged with a hint of crimson, and she spoke in an increasingly low and hoarse voice:

　"I looked, and behold, a form like as if it were fire; from its loins downward it was like fire, and from its loins upward it was like a radiance like that of amber."

　“He stretched out what looked like a hand and took hold of a lock of my hair, and the Spirit lifted me up between heaven and earth.”

　Countless chaotic light circles spread out from Freya as the center, quickly forming a circle.

　Outside the circle, the scenery in all directions leading to the valley was all captured by Freya's eyes in an instant.

　"There are five people in total, excluding the horn blower, the last one is——"

　Freya suddenly pointed at a circle of light, and a golden starlight flew out. At the same time, a faint starlight lit up right below everyone.

　"--under!"

　The soil exploded, and the sharp blade in the hands of the Child of Time stabbed Freya, and the blue in his eyes dragged out a ghost-like outline.

　"Light elves!" he roared. "You traitors!"

　Seeing that the steel blade was about to pierce Freya's chest, Xing Mo stretched out his hand and gently grabbed in the air -

　"Om-"

　The black ice instantly enveloped the body of the Son of Time, and at the same time solidified all the natural powers related to "time" around him.

　Without waiting for his descendants to fight back, Xingmo waved his wand and played the strings. Three notes made of pure water quickly flew towards the black ice and hit—

　"Pfft!"

　The black ice exploded, and among the countless spreading ice crystals, the outline of the Children of Time was shattered.

　Half of his head fell to the ground, staring straight at Alia not far away - the girl had not taken any action from the beginning to prevent herself from being contaminated by her offspring.

　Looking at the half head of her compatriot, Alia's face turned much paler, and a faint uneasiness was brewing in her heart, like an ant gently biting at her atrium.

　My compatriots died before my eyes.

　Although they are bad people, that kind of uneasiness permeates Alia's heart, like some kind of instinct.

　An explosion interrupted her thoughts. She looked up and saw that the mill not far away suddenly exploded with a pale blue halo, accompanied by the wailing of dragons.

　"Angelica...Albus!"

　Reacting faster than anyone else, Alia swung the dagger and her body immediately disappeared into the darkness.

　five minutes ago.

　When the nature spirit controlled by Albus moved most of the hostages outside the mill, a figure suddenly fell from the top of the mill.

　The dark elf, with his upper body exposed, had dark runes all over his pale skin and his eyes flickered with uncertain light.

　In one hand he held the Sound Dragon Horn, and in the other he dragged a heavy sword engraved with runes.

　"Supernatural Department, raise your hands!" Angelica raised the umbrella in her hand somewhat unconfidently.

　The dark elf ignored her. His body broke through the strong wind, and in the blink of an eye, the heavy sword was in front of Angelica.

　Angelica suddenly opened her umbrella, and with a "bang", the purple gravity exploded, barely stopping the heavy sword in the air.

　"Albus!"

　Angelica screamed, and at the same time, Albus cut the scar on his arm with a silver knife. Blood flowed into the air and quickly turned into gray-white mist.

　The mist lingered on the blade of his knife, causing the knife to turn and swirl, causing the sound of evil spirits wailing.

　With a twist of the blade, Albus passed through the spirit world and instantly arrived behind the trumpet bearer -

　"Pfft!"

　The silver knife, trailing a gray mist, chopped the back of the trumpeter's neck. His body tilted, and with the help of Angelica's gravitational force, he deflected the blade and slashed towards Albus.

　Albus raised the silver knife, and when the heavy sword collided with the silver sword, countless gray mists burst out. Blurry faces quickly wrapped around the heavy sword, extinguishing the runes engraved on the blade one by one.

　Albus was about to attack further when he suddenly felt a gust of wind. The Horn Bearer actually let go of his heavy sword and attacked him with his bare hands.

　"Crack!"

　Albus's throat was strangled fiercely, and a flash of

　I was shocked: I didn’t expect that this dark elf would give up his weapon on his own initiative!

　His lack of combat experience caused him to make a mistake in the most critical judgment, and this mistake was fatal.

　Seeing that the dark elf was about to crush Albus's neck, Angelica didn't care about anything else. She suddenly turned the umbrella and pushed it, and a purple gravity condensed to the extreme burst out.

　The number holder subconsciously raised his hand to block it, but he forgot one thing.

　In his hand he held the Sound Dragon Horn.

　"Boom——"

　The purple gravity hit the horn, instantly tearing the white jade-like bone structure into pieces and exploding.

　"boom----"

　With the sound of the explosion, Albus felt himself flying out and rolling several times on the ground.

　When he stumbled to his feet, five pale blue eyes emerged from the mist and hung in front of him.

　——The Horn Bearer lost control! With the destruction of the Sound Dragon Horn, the extraordinary essence in his body went out of control!

Chapter 478: The Tip of the Iceberg (Part 3) -4k- (Two Updates in One)

　Losing control is not a good sign.

　You know, the reason why the extraordinary source is stable is because it is suppressed by spiritual intelligence. If there is no spiritual intelligence, the boiling extraordinary will be like boiling water in a pot, and the hot water droplets will splash everywhere.

　When Albus realized that the Hornbearer was going crazy, he once again offered blood to the spirit in an attempt to suppress it.

　But this time, no spirit responded to him.

　A tentacle flew out from the dust, instantly piercing Albus's abdomen, and then swung him aside.

　He rolled over several times, clutching his stomach in pain, and barely managed to look up at the monster in front of him.

　Flesh and blood grew wildly, forming the shape of a clock. Five eyes were located at twelve, three, six, nine, and the exact center of the dial. Countless tentacles supported the clock, making it look like an upright octopus.

　On the head of the clock, two evil dragon horns grew out between the entangled tentacles - those were the horns of the Sound Dragon.

　Albus struggled to get up, holding the silver blade in reverse, ready for battle.

　At this moment, the surface of the flesh and blood clock suddenly "clicked", a pointer grew out from the flesh and blood, and then moved back one position.

　In the blink of an eye, Albus found himself back in his previous position.

　Then, a tentacle pierced through him again—

　"Crack!"

　He spat out a mouthful of blood, swung the silver knife violently, and cut off the tentacle that pierced his abdomen.

　"Albus!" Angelica's voice came from the distance.

　The girl held up the black umbrella, spun quickly twice, and then flew up under the push of the purple gravity.

　Black gas spewed out from the structure of the black umbrella, and the head was condensed into the shape of a drill by purple gravity, stabbing straight towards the clock.

　The clock suddenly clicked again, and the next second, Angelica found herself back where she was.

　Four or five tentacles had already torn through the black mist and attacked her—

　"boom--"

　Even with the umbrella to protect her, Angelica was blown back and almost fell to the ground.

　She was about to continue fighting when she heard Albus yell:

　"Leave me alone! It can manipulate time! Take those hostages away! I'll cover your retreat!"

　We don’t know the situation on the section chief’s side yet, so we can’t pin our hopes on them. If Angelica is also killed by this monster, the hostages will be finished.

　Albus immediately realized that he would stay behind to cover the rear.

　He took a deep breath, put the silver knife on his neck, and whispered:

　"With my blood, I offer a sacrifice to the great Spirit Lord."

　He wants to exchange his life for the assistance of a powerful spirit!

　With the certainty of death, Albus placed the blade against his neck.

　Just as he was about to slide his knife, the clock clicked and his blade disappeared.

　At the same time, the silver knife fell to the ground at the place where he fell after being blown away, making a "ding-dong" sound.

　The clock changed the position of the silver knife on the timeline!

　At this moment, Albus fell into despair.

　As he watched four or five tentacles tear through the dust and claw towards him, suddenly, a black light exploded in the air—