Real elves vs fake elves

Aenarion: "Yes."

After saying that, the big guy walked straight towards the Faceless Men who were chasing him. These guys had been watching the show since just now, and they looked like they didn't take Aenarion and Neroth seriously at all.

They seemed very confident when facing Aenarion. The intimidation that the big elf once brought to them was gone. These reborn guys thought they no longer needed to fear the terrifying power of this man.

No matter how terrifying the power of the big elf is, it is only physical brute force. As for the ability to destroy the mind and spirit, the Faceless Man is the best among masters!

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Amid the noise, many Faceless Men surrounded Aenarion, laughing and singing, spinning around in circles, as if preparing for some terrifying move.

Aenarion also focused his attention and did not dare to be careless in the slightest.

half an hour...

Another long while...

The Faceless Men exuded fear, and although they had no expression, Aenarion was still keenly aware of the fear that could not be concealed at all.

“Why?!” The Faceless Men howled loudly, “Why can you resist our mental attacks?”

"Why didn't your expression change at all?!"

"Why are you able to resist the severe pain in your soul caused by our powerful mental impact!!!"

Aenarion: ...You attacked?"

Chapter 78: Huh? You want to fight me?

Aenarion's first reaction to the Faceless Men's roar was to be vigilant.

Since the other party launched an attack, it is impossible for us to not feel anything at all. Aenarion is confident in these monsters. No matter how weak they are, they will definitely not be weak in mental attacks.

After all, this is the skill they use to make a living.

Brilliant energy gathered on Aenarion's fist, and the magic in the underground world, which had become extremely thin, suddenly began to surge. The Phoenix King single-handedly reversed the state of "magic tide drying up" here, and powerful magic energy surged and surged at this time and place!

boom! ! !

The violent vortex of magic spun wildly around Aenarion, like a real tornado that was about to tear everything apart. With the help of this terrifying storm, Aenarion took a step forward and swung his fist at a faceless man with an unforgiving momentum.

"Yeah!"

"Whoa!"

Under this terrifying energy bombardment, the unfortunate faceless man was instantly turned into powder and exploded in all directions! After the violent energy washed away the faceless man, it still formed an unstoppable violent impact, plowing a deep gap like an abyss behind the faceless man. There was no end to it as far as the eye could see, and it was completely unknown where it led to.

The rest of the Faceless Men were all stunned. The situation before them was completely beyond their expectations. They knew that Aenarion was very strong, but they had never expected that this guy would be so strong and unreliable.

But without even a moment's time to grieve over the explosion and scattering of his compatriots, Aenarion immediately rushed to the next battlefield!

"Yeah!"

"Whoa!"

Explosion scattered!

"Yeah!"

"Whoa!"

Explosion scattered!

Because the scene was so bizarre, the dwarves who reacted picked up their telescopes and began to carefully observe the situation here.

"Well, he's an expert."

"Such an exciting scene is worth the price of admission even if it means death!"

"Such a fierce battle can only be seen clearly by those with strong dynamic vision."

The elves were no less capable than the others, they attacked at night; after getting acquainted with the dwarves, each of them had a telescope and were also observing the fierce battle. However, in comparison, they were undoubtedly much more well-mannered, at least they did not yell and scream without manners.

So, the current situation is that Aenarion is at the front line, killing as many people as he can on the left and right, while in the camp behind him there is a group of dwarves and elves, each of them has a telescope and is watching.

After dealing with this large group of Faceless Men, Neros finally arrived at the site of the battle. Seeing Aenarion killing so many people, Neros thought that he had to get deeply involved, otherwise Aenarion would steal all the limelight.

That was true, but after thinking for a long time, Nelos couldn't find any place to intervene.

"No! We can't go on like this! We are no match for him in terms of magic and spirit!"

"Using the method of possession and fusion, we are going to use pure physics to deal with this monster!"

A chaotic array of voices echoed back and forth, but they all expressed similar meanings. These exchanges were clearly captured by Inarion. Hearing this group of people having such a heated exchange, Inarion narrowed his eyes.

"Oh..."

I'm so anxious that I can even say such a stupid idea.

As promised, the Faceless Ones "cheered up" again, thinking they had found each other's weakness and started a new round of mysterious operations. The monsters gathered together frantically, and then desperately merged in an extremely distorted posture. Before Aenarion could swing his iron fist, a twisted and huge dark creature appeared.

This gigantic monster is even more twisted and hateful than an ordinary faceless man. It is like a huge lump of sticky oil that bulges high in a state that violates physics. It has no facial features or limbs. Drops of darkness drip slowly like vicious and disgusting liquids. Any substance that touches this deep darkness will suffer irreversible corrosion.

This is the solution the Faceless ladies came up with. It is the form they can display that has the strongest physical damage.

It has to be said that this is a very powerful form. While it has a terrifying attack power, its attack attributes also carry a series of debuff damage such as corrosion and poison.

In the beginning, both sides were evenly matched, but after being weakened by a number of debuffs, they ultimately had no choice but to be killed by this monster.

"And the magic tide has turned dry again. It's really surprising. It is indeed a replica of the omniscient magic mechanism. It can easily do things beyond its own capabilities, similar to miracles."

Although the blueprints, knowledge and other related things were all bestowed by the Netherworld, Slanmo really created something extraordinary back then.

A mere replica possesses such terrifying power, how the original could possibly know it is simply unimaginable.

I'm afraid it's another weirdo with a foul mouth.

The Faceless Man fusion didn't give Aenarion time to think. It roared as if it wanted to vent all the fear and frustration it had just felt.

"go to hell!"

Along with this roar, countless tentacles burst out from the fusion body's body and pierced straight towards Aenarion. Each tentacle had the power to easily destroy a city block, and each tentacle was so fast that it was beyond the speed of mortals' dynamic vision.

If I wait here for nothing, I will probably be beaten into mud in an instant and will be completely unable to resist.

But Aenarion was no ordinary man. Even though the tentacles were falling like a storm, the big elf was still dodging these dense and continuous attacks as if he was strolling in the garden.

Every attack of each tentacle seemed to be just a hair's breadth away, as if just one more effort would accomplish the goal. But the problem was that no matter how hard the fusion body tried, a hair's breadth away was still a hair's breadth away. Under the seemingly invisible chasm to the naked eye, there was a gap that could never be crossed.

"Asshole! You bastard! Is all you know how to do is hide?!"

The fusion body howled loudly as if its defense was broken. It was hard to imagine that it had become such an ignorant and unconscious monster that it would have such deadly negative emotions.

"Okay, I won't hide anymore."

Just these simple words, before the fusion body could generate any corresponding emotions because of these words, its visual organs instantly lost the figure of Aenarion himself and could never capture it again.

Chapter 79 Order something delicious for Turkey

The light was flickering, gorgeous and dazzling. This terrifying light was like a sharp sword, cutting and crushing the huge fusion body at an astonishing speed.

Faced with such a terrifying and unstoppable attack, the fusion howled and cried, but there was nothing it could do. Its visual organs could no longer capture Aenarion's figure. In other words, dealing with Aenarion was completely beyond its ability.

How could one resist such a completely out-of-this-world terrifying existence, which was merely a collection of countless faceless men without any qualitative changes? !

Can Aenarion defeat this monster that looks strong but is actually weak?

Of course you can, it’s easy!

boom!

With Aenarion's final blow, the monster that looked like a polymer of oil fell down with a bang, and the disgusting and sticky liquid spread out like a puddle of water, and the black liquid splashed everywhere. But for some reason, the destructive power of this black liquid was no longer as terrifying as before.

"It's time for dinner, turkey."

Aenarion was well prepared. The moment he defeated the giant monster, he began to invite Asuryan over for food.

It's useless to call the turkey to eat just one or two faceless men, and that guy doesn't want to eat. But this fusion of dozens of people is different, just like the kind of tonic that doesn't taste good but is very nutritious, you can't just not eat it if you don't want to.

Asuyan was so energetic when she was teleported over. After hearing about the meal, she looked radiant and no longer had the decadent look of a bald chicken before.

But after seeing the oil on the ground, the chicken immediately shrank. First, it glanced at Aenarion, then at the oil on the ground, as if it was unwilling to accept it, and sniffed a few times. The chicken immediately showed a disgusted expression after smelling the smell.

Apparently, this thing tastes the same as it does inside and out. It looks disgusting, smells disgusting, and I'm afraid it will taste equally disgusting when I eat it.

Looking at the mess on the ground, Turkey felt that he could still salvage it, so he looked at Aenarion pitifully and spoke carefully.

"Can I not eat?"

Aenarion: "I can help you pour it in. I have a tube and a funnel here. If you don't want to eat, I can put a tube directly into your stomach, and then use the funnel to collect these things and pour them in little by little."

The turkey was so frightened by what he said that it shuddered and lost a few feathers. It almost degenerated into a bald chicken.

"No...no need to describe it in such detail. I'll just eat...I'll just eat..."

He said this with grievance, but he dared not slow down the speed of swallowing. Asuryan knew that these things were indeed good for him, and the conversation with Aenarion was just to force him. The big guy also played the role of a coercer very well, and he was really scared.

Ignoring Asuryan who was feasting on the food, Aenarion led Neroth and the dozen or so deepborn slaves back to the castle. His return also caused cheers from all the residents of the castle.

With cheers and joy, flower petals and all kinds of precious cloths and silks were scattered all over the streets, just to welcome the victorious return of Aenarion.

Not only the fanatical elves, but even the dwarves showed great admiration for Aenarion's heroic spirit.

Obviously, the macho man's invincible posture conquered everyone present. He defeated such a terrifying and huge monster by himself. Such divine power could not but arouse everyone's admiration and respect.

Without going into detail about the subsequent greetings, after everyone's excitement had passed, Aenarion walked into a small room.

Here were housed the dozen or so deepborn and Neroth who was guarding them.

When they stepped into the room, the expressions of the dozen or so Deepborn were not very good. They thought they were to be slaves of Aenarion, which was not a problem at all. The Deepborn, who were born to admire the strong, had no objection to being slaves of a strong man like Aenarion, not to mention that after the big elf defeated the fusion body, he asked them to pay money to be slaves, and many of them were willing to do so.

But life is often not as good as one would like, and they never expected that being a slave could cause problems.

Why did that damn Nellos become their boss? !

Looking at Nellos's triumphant look, the dozen or so Deepborns were filled with hatred but dared not show it at all. After all, the slave contracts had been signed and the slave collars had been put on. Nellos knew clearly what kind of people the Deepborns were, so he used the same methods that the Deepborns had used on the slaves in the past on these Deepborn mages, and even doubled the power.

Just as Neroth was showing off crazily, Aenarion walked into the room. When the Deepborn saw him, they seemed to have seen a savior. They all bowed down to him, as if Aenarion possessed some kind of kingly aura.

Watching Nellos showing off in front of them and being unable to do anything about it was even more painful than killing them. It was more disgusting and infuriating than seeing ten or even nine Faceless Men!

"Did you find out anything?"

Neros: "What else could it be? The Faceless Man-worshipping Church has killed all the Deepborn, just like they killed all of us in the Deep Dive School. They deserve it."

Aenarion nodded, having guessed what was going on. He then turned to look at the group of embarrassed Deepborn and asked, "How did the School of Possession get involved with the Faceless Men?"

The Shen people all looked embarrassed and remained silent.

"Why are there so many Faceless Men appearing in the Underworld, even in the Deathmines?"

The Shen people remained silent, and judging by their embarrassed expressions, they really didn't know.

"Why do people from the Possession School become Faceless Men? Why do they still retain their rationality after becoming Faceless Men?"

The descendants of Shen: "..."

"What is the Faceless's intention? I can see a clear strategic plan and deployment from their actions, which does not fit their setting. What exactly are they planning to do?"

The descendants of Shen looked at each other, still unable to utter a word.

After Aenarion asked the question, Nelos burst into laughter, a very loud laugh.

"I said these people are just useless! What do they know? They don't even know as much as the dwarves!"

"This group of people deserved what they are in now. These losers were almost killed, and even the people who killed them didn't know them at all!"

"You deserve it, you deserve it!"

The Shen people blushed when they heard this, but they still couldn't say a word. After all, what the other party said was completely right and could not be refuted at all.

Just as Nellos said, they were forced into this situation by the Faceless Men. They were also the people closest to the Faceless Men in the underground world, but their understanding of the Faceless Men was close to zero.

It was more than a failure. It was a complete failure!

Chapter 80: The Faceless Men’s Internal Fight, the Underworld is full of Turbulence

Because the Deepborn were such a failure, Aenarion could only explore the underground world slowly on his own.

This nameless agricultural fortress has been increasingly taking on the qualities of a big city. More and more fleeing dwarves have come here to settle down, and the elves are accepting everyone. After all, this is theoretically still the territory of the dwarves, and since it is the territory of the dwarves, it is natural to accept the dwarves.

Since the elves need to stay in the underground world for a long time, Terry has returned to Lothern, and the corresponding work has been handed over to Neroth, while Monroe has stayed underground to lead the troops. One purpose is to make him familiar with the army, and the other is to allow him to gain enough qualifications and military merits, so that when he is promoted, the guys in the Council of Five Hundred will be speechless.

Nicholas' future top general was now in his hands. Inarion had no idea how this devilish hero would conquer the world in the future.

The affairs of the elves are almost like this, not very complicated, or rather, things that should have been complicated in the hands of the elves are not complicated at all when they fall into the hands of Aenarion.

But for the dwarves, a race that should not be complicated, things became complicated.