Real elves vs fake elves

This time, what was emitted was no longer the weird cry of the terrifying giant, but the delicate voice unique to the elf. Although it was a defense-breaking scream, it even sounded quite pleasant when listened carefully.

This is the Lightborn, they think they are perfect,

In the eyes of other races, they are indeed perfect, and in order to become more perfect, they are relentless in the face of death.

"Asshole! Asshole! Asshole!!!"

A round bead floated out from the fallen tree, and inside the bead that emitted a dazzling fluorescent light was an elf.

A stunningly beautiful elf.

She is the so-called "corpse demon", the soul of the priest that has been sealed by the fangs of the snake king for hundreds of years.

Even though he has failed to become a god, he already possesses an astonishing scale of divinity and is still an extraordinary and terrifying existence.

"As a descendant of light, how could you do such a thing!!!"

"Wait... you can glow?! Then you shouldn't..."

"I understand! You are jealous of me! Absolutely! You must be doing this out of jealousy!"

Aenarion: "..."

Actually it was for that artifact.

And when you say that you did this out of jealousy, you actually think it's reasonable?!

The Lightborn are indeed a bunch of hopeless bastards.

"Although I don't know why I failed to become a god, I will make you pay the price!"

After giving a beautiful roar, the corpse demon pointed at Aenarion from a distance.

"My secret method of decomposition is so powerful that even a giant dragon cannot withstand it!"

As he spoke, astonishing magical energy gathered into mysterious runes. Without the need for chanting or material arrangement, the terrifying magic fell silently on Aenarion.

His magical attainment alone is comparable to that of Nelos.

Snapped!

The armor Aenarion wore crumbled away in an instant.

Corpse demon: “Oh…”

Snake King Fang: "Ha..."

Turkey: "Hey!"

While the corpse's eyes were shining, Aenarion flashed, and in just a moment, the corpse and the ball of light wrapped around her were cut in half by the fierce attack, as if it had no reaction at all from beginning to end.

Turkey: "Ah this..."

Aenarion: "It is useless. Without divine neutralization, even a divine weapon cannot kill it."

"The divine shell protects not her physical skin, but her deeper essence."

"If I don't touch her essence, even if I kill her ten thousand times, I won't be able to eliminate her from this world."

"This thing is not even a false god, but it is so difficult to kill. If it is a real god, it is almost an immortal and terrifying existence."

Turkey: "So I am such a powerful being?!"

Aenarion: "...Yes, you are that powerful."

Asuyan: “Hehehehe… I’m so embarrassed, hehehe…”

Just as Aenarion was frowning and looking at the corpse demon who was trying to do something weird, the environment around him changed drastically again.

There were armor and flags, huge crowds of people, terrifying giants that almost towered over the sky, various magical beasts hovering in the sky, slave soldiers of various humanoid races armed to the teeth, wizard towers that floated in the air due to terrifying magical energy, and even a floating island in the sky that was so armed that the land was almost invisible.

The Light Clan's final struggle, exhausting all of their organization's strongest military force, was the most powerful army the Light Clan had ever had. Even when facing the Lizardmen, the Light Clan had never achieved such a powerful force.

As the old saying goes, there are over ten thousand people, covering the entire mountain and plain, let alone this 20-strong army?

Such a terrifying military force is almost as if it is going to fill up the entire world.

Aenarion looked around with an unchanged expression, and no one knew what this tough guy was thinking at the moment.

"Look! What a mighty army this is!"

"Look! How majestic it is!"

"Look! How much we paid for our victory!"

"Why?"

"Why?!"

"Why can just the favor of God wipe out everything?"

"Why can the help of God alone erase all our efforts?!"

It was obviously the voice of a corpse demon. Along with these words full of resentment, a deep, powerful but resounding sound suddenly exploded in the sky.

"Yol (fire) Toor (inferno) Shul (sun)!"

The horrifying flames spread out as quickly as purgatory, enveloping the entire world in just a moment. Looking around, everything around was engulfed in a sea of ​​fire.

There was nowhere to escape, nowhere to hide, everything was engulfed in flames.

These flames are like a thorn in the flesh. Once you are stuck, you can never get rid of them. Neither sand nor water can extinguish them. The only consequence of being contaminated by this thing is to watch yourself burn to ashes.

Aenarion was naturally also touched by the flames.

To be more precise, when the flames appeared in his sight, he himself was already stained by the flames.

The power of the dragon's roar is beyond imagination, and the terrifying speed at which the flames expand is simply beyond calculation.

Of course, the flames burned in the lava crater for nearly a thousand years and did not expand outward during that thousand years, which was extremely unnatural.

“It’s really scary.”

Aenarion answered calmly, as if he was not ignited.

After his brief review

Afterwards, the surrounding environment once again underwent earth-shaking changes.

Now this scene looks very familiar. It is basically the so-called "Heart of the High Sacred Tree" that Aenarion took Neroth to before.

I say basically because hundreds of years have passed and some of the interior decorations are very different.

On top of the huge pyramid, there is a thing like a giant snake hovering there, which is naturally the "corpse demon" that has become inhuman.

"Why!"

"Why would you team up with this bastard!"

"That executioner nearly wiped out your race!!!"

The corpse demon roared as if her defense was broken, and two guys stood in front of her.

One is a large and strong Slan demon.

The other is a mighty and majestic human being.

Chapter 95: The tragic contrast seems to be a stepping stone

When he was young, he was beaten into a crying dog by a big human.

After the crying dog worked hard to train and finally became a muscular dog, he ran into a big human...

This guy is doomed to be killed by a big human in this life.

After the corpse demon screamed in a broken defense, Shi Lanmo sneered disdainfully and attacked in groups of six, nine, four, nine, and three or five: "I want to kill both of you, but now you are stronger, so naturally we will join forces to kill you, and then I will kill the human."

Generally speaking, people who talk like this suffer dire consequences.

In fact, it is indeed miserable.

Who the hell could have thought that a mere barbarian would be so scheming and secretly hide a dragon.

What’s even worse is that this dragon’s stealth ability was maxed out, and no one present noticed him…

After a fierce battle against light pollution, Conan the Barbarian was half-kneeling beside the giant dragon, holding the Fang of the Snake King. The dragon had obviously suffered fatal injuries and was on its deathbed.

"My friend, take out my heart and seal this demon."

"We must not allow these monsters to wreak havoc on this world!"

Conan put his hand on the dragon's nose, his expression extremely serious.

"My friend, I will always remember your bravery. This world can continue to exist because of you. I promise you that your sacrifice will not be in vain."

The orthodox and passionate comic ends here.

It's a great blessing for a guy to be dealt with by two big guys at the same time.

"Why?!"

"Why?!"

“Why ahhhhhhh!!!”

The beautiful figure appeared before Aenarion again, and the corpse demon looked frustrated and defenseless.

"Why are you targeting me alone?"

"What the hell did I do wrong!!!"

The corpse screamed miserably, but Aenarion stood before it, unmoved.

Looking coldly at the tall woman in front of him from top to bottom, there seemed to be no other color in Aenarion's eyes.

"In fact, I really want to say that you deserve it, but from what I think in my heart, you obviously don't deserve as much as you do."

"The punishment you have suffered is far less than the sin you have committed."

With a wave of his hand, this place, which should have been the territory of the corpse demon, still changed with Aenarion's actions.

A luxurious palace, a lavish fountain, but what gushed out of the fountain was blood, and what stood tall in the fountain was not an exquisite statue, but a howling "artwork" made up of countless flesh and blood.

A petite elf stood in front of the fountain, admiring the work of art she had made with great satisfaction.

But for some reason, as if she sensed some flaw, her pretty little brows were actually furrowed, making her look particularly distressing.

She waved her hands and pointed at the human slave beside her, and a pleasant voice came from her end.

"You gouged out your own eyes. This is my first work of art. There can be no flaws!"

After hearing this, the human slave showed a look of extreme horror, and then with despair on his face, he reached out and dug out his own eyeballs.

The two eyeballs were offered by the human slave's trembling hands, but the petite elf did not take them and shook her head.

"Well, no, we can't fill this place with eyeballs."

"Hey! Who told you to put this thing in front of me!"

The sound only rose a few degrees, and the human slave's body quickly exploded into a pool of blood.

"Hmph, boring, let's go!"

After her patience ran out, the little girl jumped away from here. Her innocent and romantic behavior made her look extremely petite and cute.

However, the "first piece of art" that she had just mentioned as extremely important had obviously been forgotten by her.

Of course there is more than one thing.

As Aenarion waved his fingers, one horrific and cruel thing after another was uncovered. The tyranny of the Lightborn was perfectly reflected in this guy. The ugliness of this race that was completely infiltrated by the God of Greed was beyond the imagination of many people.

Art with flesh and blood.

Take pleasure in killing.

Taking abuse as leisure.

For pure sensory stimulation, they even swallowed drugs that enhanced their senses countless times and super-fast healing potions, and then jumped directly into the meat grinder to enjoy the extreme pleasure brought by the extreme pain.

They will also

For the sake of so-called art, thousands of people were skinned and strung together to form a tree, while the poor creatures were still alive.

All in all, this group of Light Descendants are hopeless to a certain extent. Even if they were packed up and thrown into the rebirth pool, these scum might still get excited and pull themselves out.

As he read on, Aenarion's frown deepened.

But Aenarion's condemnation obviously had no effect, and the corpse demon was instead confused by Aenarion's actions.