Real elves vs fake elves

During the conversation, the responsibilities of both parties were made clear, and after a brief exchange of greetings, the knights prepared to bid farewell to these "noble" "ascetics".

But life is often not as good as one wants it to be. Just when a few necromancers were feeling thankful that they had gotten away with it, a horrifying chaotic energy erupted behind them. The energy was so huge that it seemed like a raging wave, washing over everything in the world. All worldly matter that was around this energy frenzy suffered devastating damage.

Generally speaking, this kind of damage is irreversible, and mortal races can only abandon places that have been ravaged by chaos. These places can be said to be the true creation of the world.

The three knights immediately put on a resolute expression, as if they were about to blow up a bunker, an absolute act of risking their lives.

When several necromancers sensed the upsurge of chaotic energy, they knew something was wrong. When they saw the three knights looking at them, they knew something was even worse.

Sure enough, the three young men spoke.

"Our faith cannot provide us with enough blessings in a place where chaotic energy is rampant. Now we need your noble spiritual power to serve as our barrier! Become the source of our battle!"

"We need your help!"

After hearing these words, the necromancers had only one thought in their minds...

commit a sin!

Chapter 99: The Golden Sword in the Chaos Frenzy

When the chaos energy just erupted, Aenarion rushed into the fortress as if he had a premonition, and ordered the troops stranded in the fortress to retreat.

But the Chaos Storm rose too fast and too violently. Even with the speed of Aenarion and the elves, many elves were still trapped in the storm.

After all, the power of chaos is overwhelming compared to the mortal world. The moment Clemena swallowed the Overlord's Egg, the storm expanded outward at a terrifying speed. Ordinary mortals have no power to resist this true natural disaster.

Looking at the place that should have been called "the sky" now filled with densely packed eyes, Aenarion still felt a little emotional.

When he was first enveloped by the chaos storm, there was only one eyeball in the sky. Later, three pillars appeared. Now, there are so many eyeballs in the sky that no one knows how many there are.

It can be seen that the absolute distance between the God of Greed and this world is getting closer and closer.

This is not good news. The closer the distance is, the more convenient it is for the God of Greed to interfere with this world. The more he interferes, the closer he is to this world. Under such a vicious cycle, it is only a matter of time before this great god devours the entire world.

As he was sighing, Aenarion suddenly discovered that the morale of the elven warriors around him had been greatly affected.

These warriors, who could be considered experienced fighters, were now pale. They looked at the scene in front of them with a little panic, and felt uneasy because of the sudden change of the scene.

Being suddenly caught in such a strange scene, one would naturally be terrified. Moreover, the horror legend of Chaos is known to everyone in this world, so it is only normal to show fear.

In a place that can already be called a chaotic world, once psychological flaws such as "fear and terror" appear, complete degeneration is only a matter of time.

This was also the reason why Aenarion didn't want to involve these mortal warriors in Chaos. Not only could he not help, but he would also cause more trouble. He also felt reluctant not to save them.

Just when I was thinking about how to restore the morale of these soldiers so that they would not lose even the most basic combat effectiveness, the culprit who turned this place into a ghost town finally showed up.

Accompanied by a morbid and crazy laughter, a huge monster appeared before the elves.

This is a huge centipede-like monster, but the top of the centipede has been replaced by a human appearance. Although this human is a female, she has an ordinary appearance and an average figure. There is not a single bright spot on her body. Although she is not ugly, she is not even as good as the so-called "ordinary girl".

And this is what Clemena originally looked like.

"You! All! Must! Die!"

Clemena let out an earth-shaking roar, which simultaneously echoed in all the spatial nodes at her coordinates. This sound even broke through the barriers of time and space, exploding in the minds of all the elves at the same time.

"I will become like this! All because of you!!!"

Amid the roar, the entire earth trembled, and along with this abominable and blasphemous roar, the whole world literally "came alive".

Mountains and the earth turned into a sea of ​​flesh and blood. Screaming faces emerged from the ground and squirmed in the ocean of intestines. Human organs in various postures entangled with the elf warriors in the array, winding up under their terrified gaze, disgusting and horrifying.

There were no so-called celestial bodies in the sky anymore. Instead, there were pairs of eyes emitting evil light. Against the backdrop of these countless eyes, three huge stone pillars slowly rose from the ocean of flesh and blood.

Still that

Three "goddesses" who have appeared before.

A gorgeous woman wearing a gorgeous court dress with a funnel at the waist.

A seductive woman wearing a erotic kimono and long black hair that fell to the ground and looked like tentacles.

A beautiful woman wearing a erotic nun's uniform and with an extremely sexy body.

The most notable feature of these three women is that they are very popular. They will never appear on the national server. Even if they are placed on the international server, they will be considered heavyweights and cannot be harmonized. There is no need to report them. They cannot be put on the shelves at all.

As these strange visions continued to appear, Aenarion could clearly sense that the soldiers in his army were on the verge of collapse. Many of the warriors even showed slight changes in their bodies, which meant that it was only a matter of time before these warriors were transformed by chaos and fell completely into the abyss.

Thinking carefully about his summary and integration of various powers during this period of time, feeling the surging power gathering in himself, Aenarion took a deep breath and activated the power he could mobilize to the maximum output stage.

"Warriors of the Phoenix Court!"

The first roar brought the first ray of light into the chaotic world shrouded in dimness.

"Stick to your noble nature! Remember your glorious responsibility!"

"Don't let your noble souls be swallowed by darkness! Don't let your golden spirits be polluted by chaos!"

"Your honor is something you must defend with your life! Your purity is even more important than honor!"

The Phoenix King's subsequent loud roar stabilized the already shaken morale and even the determination of the elven warriors.

In this desperate chaotic world, in this loud encouragement, the fire of the elves' souls began to burn again, and those elves that had already undergone mutations even began to show signs of recovery.

"Warriors of the Phoenix Court! I am Aenarion! I am the Phoenix King! I am the hope of all elves!"

“I am with you!”

"I am with all the spirits!"

Along with Aenarion's roar, a huge amount of energy surged out of the big guy's body. This terrifying energy frenzy was like the previous chaos storm, forming another new storm.

The so-called “storm” within the “storm”.

In this storm of light, the strange internal organs that were close to the elf warriors just now turned into ashes in an instant and disintegrated into a state of pure energy. And the various demons that were so majestic and domineering and wanted to approach this place just now let out eardrum-tearing howls.

Scars appeared out of nowhere on the bodies of these monsters. Even if they were mortals attacked by chaos, these scars would be irreversible damage to these monsters.

In the boundless chaos, a golden light suddenly appeared. This light was like a sharp sword, leaving a dazzling mark on this chaotic world. This mark was so unique and indestructible, inexplicably strong and unable to be removed in the tide of chaos.

Chapter 100: Fight! (Close-up)

In the horrible world of chaos, the elf warriors formed battle formations and desperately resisted the tidal attacks of the chaos monsters.

These chaotic monsters possess extremely powerful strength and terrifying energy. Any one of them appearing in the mortal world can cause terrifying shocks. These terrifying monsters that are powerful enough to rival the heroes among mortal creatures seem to be endless here. The most powerful among mortal creatures here are just like minions everywhere.

Faced with an attack from monsters of this level, the elf warriors had a hard time defending. If it weren't for the powerful buff added by the big guy, it would only be a matter of time before the elves' battle formation was broken through.

"No, I have reached the limit of my maximum strength." Aenarion frowned and looked around. The situation was very bad.

There are endless horrible monsters, not to mention Clemena. Just the roast chickens on the three pillars are enough to give people a headache. Who knows how many damn bastards are lurking in the darkness, waiting to rush up and take a big bite as soon as the big guy shows signs of fatigue.

Behind Aenarion, an oak tree emitting a pale golden light began to grow at an astonishing speed, and soon grew into a towering tree. Under the shining light of this giant tree, the combat effectiveness of all the elven warriors increased to varying degrees, and their injuries and physical strength were recovering rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Of course, there would not be a buff with such amazing effects in the real world, but this is the real world that has been swallowed up by the Netherworld, which can be said to be half of the Netherworld. It is natural for any magic or buff to appear in the Netherworld.

Although he didn't know why he could grow a tree with just one effort, Aenarion knew that this was almost his limit.

No matter how hard he tried, the tree could not stand up and hit people, nor would an arcane phoenix suddenly jump out from the branches.

Taking out the Huntsman's bow, Aenarion looked up at the chaotic sky. He had already decided who to call this time.

He stretched out the giant bow, aimed in a certain direction, used the maximum strength he could muster, and finally released the bowstring. A surge of enormous force burst out, rushing towards a certain place with terrifying force, and then suddenly disappeared in mid-air.

This time the attack directly crossed

It transcended time and space and shot towards the direction of a certain group of people who were sure to be hit by the night attack; group six, nine, four, nine, three, and six, one, three, and five.

After thinking it over, Aenarion suddenly spoke.

"There was a white bear who put on a magic mirror and started eating bamboo."

As soon as he finished speaking, there were several "puffs" in succession. One of them was naturally from the Laughing God who was somewhere in the Netherworld, but the others came from the pretending guys on the three pillars and the evil god who was in the Heaven Beyond Heaven and toying with the whole world with a playful mentality.

Aenarion: "..."

So do the powerful people in this world all have such a low sense of humor?

There was an unexpected gain!

Of course, Aenarion's target was still the God of Laughter, and after the God of Laughter laughed out loud because of the cold joke, he immediately let out a miserable howl.

The Hunting God's bow hit the Laughing God's butt with incredible precision.

Use a bad joke to bring out the God of Laughter, and then use the Huntsman's Bow to prevent him from escaping. This is how Aenarion shakes people up.

Much more violent than shaking Asuyan.

Although the method is simple, it is indeed effective. A clown suddenly fell from the trunk of the golden tree, looking quite embarrassed. Judging from the graceful figure under his tight clothes, he seemed to be a woman. His outfit was the standard style of a clown, and the thick oil paint on his face made it impossible to distinguish his original color.

Aenarion turned his head and looked at the clown who fell to the ground in silence. He was clearly aiming in the opposite direction, so how did this guy fall from behind him? It seemed that he fell from a tree trunk.

"…Why do you appear in the form of a female humanoid creature?"

Laughing God: "...Stop talking! You think I am what I am thinking!"

Aenarion wisely chose not to say any more.

Although gods do not have gender settings, they still care a lot about appearance and personality. After all, without a specific personality, believers may easily worship the wrong thing.

The God of Laughter in front of him obviously had some deviations in his settings for some unknown reason. Looking at the other party's resentful eyes, Aenarion wondered if he would be blamed for this...

Pretending not to see, Aenarion began to give instructions for the next things in a natural manner.

"You maintain the barrier here. Make sure to keep it at a similar scale as it is now. Don't worry, the enhancements I give to the elf warriors are not very large. You can only do better according to your level."

Inarion stroked its fur subconsciously, but she didn't expect that the Laughing God was not Nelos. She covered her face and screamed.

"You call this not much blessing?!"

"You call this not taking too much effort?!"

"Is the first mission so challenging?!"

Aenarion: ...Who are you trying to fool? Will you do it or not?

Because of the Laughing God's deceptive nature, Aenarion immediately concluded that he was lying because he wanted to work without putting in any effort.

The Laughing God: "I'm not lying... Never mind, I'll do it! Isn't it okay for me to do it?"

Cursing under his breath, the Laughing God stretched out his hand and wiped the surroundings, and with this simple action, large pieces of strange oil paint began to splash into the surrounding space. At the same time, a bizarre and strange music sounded. Every tune of this strange music hit the most uncomfortable point for the audience. If music should make people happy, then the melody produced by the Laughing God makes people feel uneasy and uncomfortable.

Even with such an unpleasant tune, all the elf warriors did not frown. They were still trying their best to resist the attack of the monsters from the Netherworld, tightly surrounding the golden giant tree to form an unbreakable defense circle. As long as the giant tree is not corroded by chaos, this defense circle will not be broken by the monsters.

Putting down the Hunting God Bow and taking out the Fang of the Serpent King, Aenarion aimed in a direction and stomped his foot hard on the ground. With the loud bang of this surging force, his figure disappeared from the spot like a flash of lightning and was gone in an instant.

Sa!

After Aenarion disappeared, the sharp sound was accompanied by a circle of sound waves that exploded. Under this terrifying scream, a stream of flesh and blood suddenly exploded in the tide of monsters. The trace of the ravage was a straight line, which was unstoppable everywhere, leaving only a horrible mess.

Any monster here would be enough to cause a horrific catastrophe if thrown into the world. They were veritable demons that required mortal warriors to risk their lives to exile. However, even such horrific existences were slaughtered like wild dogs in the hands of Aenarion, without even the ability to fight back.

Chapter 101 I, the Snake King's Fang, am finally free!

Aenarion's attack was incredibly fierce. Even though there were many monsters blocking his way, it failed to delay the big elf's time. He really didn't waste too much time.

Clemena, who had just received the forced initiation from the God of Greed, was still intoxicated by this infinite power. The increase in strength alone made her feel unprecedented satisfaction. Under the surging sense of boundless power, she even felt that she had ascended to the soul level.

Now her perspective on everything has changed unprecedentedly. Everything she once pursued and cared about now seems like a joke to her. She has been completely reborn from the inside out and now pursues things at a higher level.

"too

Great, I'm starting to understand everything."

Clemena showed a mysterious smile, which contained a wisdom beyond time and space, and was unfathomable beyond the mortal level.

Then the smile lasted for less than a second before it collapsed.

A terrifying fist wind came with unstoppable and terrifying brute force. Before Aenarion's fist landed on Clemena's face, this guy who had completely turned into a monster was blown away by the wind pressure of the punch.

Logically speaking, there should be no such thing as "wind pressure" in this chaotic world, so the so-called wind pressure generated by the fist wind should only be what Aenarion thinks.

"Whoa!"

Clemena's entire centipede-like body was smashed away, but because it was not a minion after all, it did not explode and scatter directly. Instead, it rolled around on the ground in circles for more than ten times, and after destroying three mountains of flesh and blood along the way, it finally stopped.

Clemena, who finally stopped, was covered in horrible scars and cracks caused by brute force. The fierce fight that the traitor had expected did not happen at all. Aenarion used only brute force to achieve a one-sided effect.

"Asshole! How could I let you…"

Before he could finish his words, Aenarion threw another punch. Clemena's continuous rolling could not increase the distance between them. This slight distance was something that the big elf could cross in a blink of an eye.

The terrifying speed was accompanied by astonishing power, coupled with unparalleled momentum, fearless dominance, and invincible killing intent. At this moment, this punch, this invincible circle, who else could stop it? !

Who else can be so special?

boom! ! !