Real elves vs fake elves

The Hundred-Headed Giant had time to deploy his shield only after Aenarion had already begun stabbing him in the ass...

The sword in Aenarion's hand, which was between the hundred-headed giant and the rigid shield, was getting faster and faster. Now his attack was increasing! Increasing! Exploding!

Jin Jin Jin Jin!

Now, there is really nothing in front of Aenarion that can stop him!

Under Aenarion's fierce attack, the hundred-headed giant cried out in pain and howled in agony. If it weren't for its huge body and strong endurance, it would have been chopped down by the sword by now.

"Rest in endless pain, goblins."

Before the countless eyes of the hundred-headed giant, Aenarion leaped up like a falcon, standing in the air, with a long sword in his hand and his eyes seemed lifeless.

This scene only lasted for a moment.

The next moment, countless fierce attacks seemed to merge into one at the same time, as if the scorching sun suddenly bloomed above the earth, violent light and heat as well as terrifying power swept in all directions, this unstoppable and unguided power even made the whole earth tremble.

In another instant, the endless light dissipated, and Aenarion stood on the corpse of the hundred-headed giant with a sword in his hand. The giant had long since turned into a headless corpse, and the heads of nearly a hundred goblins on it were all chopped off by Aenarion in an instant.

At the same time, the numerous abscesses in the chamber were also destroyed, and the foul-smelling juices flowed everywhere. The bodies of the orcs, some intact, some incomplete, and some with only a few major organs, were scattered all over the place along with the foul-smelling liquids. Aenarion's blow seemed to have directly destroyed all the hard work of the Orcs.

Of course this is impossible.

The Orc, with no longer any obstacles between him and Aenarion, reappeared, still smiling as before, and seemed not to be frightened by the immense power displayed by Aenarion.

Or it could be said that the more perfect and powerful Aenarion performed, the more excited he became, even more excited than if he himself had gained powerful strength.

As he said, this goblin really seems to be a big fan of Aenarion.

"Sure enough, when fighting against you, hiding moves and trump cards is completely meaningless. Just like this giant with a hundred heads, he didn't even use one tenth of his effectiveness before you easily killed him."

"Every time you fight, you give your all, and every time you fight, you strive to defeat the enemy as quickly as possible.

, the battles you have experienced have almost no stalemates, and every time you attack, you will destroy the enemy with a storm-like attack. "

Aenarion said nothing. The other party's observation was indeed very careful. He himself was not the kind of person who would hide his strength in a life-and-death fight and slowly increase it from 20%.

"To show my respect for you, I will fight you with the greatest strength I can currently achieve."

As he spoke, Oak took out a red stone. On the stone were twisted and messy facial features like a puzzle, like a crude impression painting, or the kind that was scribbled by an elementary school student.

"God of Greed, I seek power from you!!!"

A roar erupted from Oak's tiny throat. It was unbelievable that such a powerful voice could be emitted by such a small monster. Along with Oak's words, a dull sound resounded throughout the world. It was this simple sound that seemed to make the whole world tremble and shudder.

If dragon language is the language that can mobilize the true power of the world, then this dull sound is the language that can make the whole world fear.

"finally come……"

The sky suddenly changed, the sun was directly swallowed up, darkness covered the entire world, and countless horrible and strange limbs grew out from the ground, spreading all the way to the horizon, and then covering the entire space from bottom to top.

Rumble, rumble, rumble...

In the center of this strange space, three giant stone pillars with no known top or bottom slowly rose up, and on top of each of them there were huge stone sculptures.

One is an extremely charming woman, wearing a gorgeous evening dress, similar to that of Saint Aunt (search it yourself), but her waist is replaced by a huge hourglass.

A woman who was still very charming, with long hair reaching the ground, the ends of her hair forming unnatural tentacle shapes, and she was wearing a kimono that looked very indecent, covering neither the top nor the bottom, and the kimono was printed with gorgeous embroidery that resembled the tentacles of a sea monster.

The last one was a seductive woman wearing a nun's uniform. She drank from the kind you just flipped the lid on. Her characteristic was that she had six weird arms growing out of her back, covered with eyes of different sizes.

All three of them are extremely beautiful and breathtaking from a distance, and their breasts are actually plump! An ordinary otaku would probably die of exhaustion just by looking at them!

But as long as you get closer, you can notice the horrifying details beneath this absolute beauty. These three are all made up of various indescribable twisted things, which can be said to be the biggest lie made up of horrifying chaos. If you observe these horrifying details, ordinary otakus will probably shrink back in fear as soon as they pull it out!

Chapter 170 Giving Everything I Love

There are three lifelike figures of beauties carved on the stone pillars. The scene has a strong sense of déjà vu, as if in the next second, accompanied by the sound of "Auntie, press it", these three figures will jump out from the stone pillars in an extremely enchanting posture.

Fortunately, this did not happen.

And from the shapes of these three pillars, we can easily draw an obvious conclusion - the god of greed likes to burn.

Although gods have no gender or possess all genders, the lustful god's preference for women is obvious, and they are actually full-bodied women. In the current era when there are fewer and fewer full-bodied women in various works, this precious quality is hard to come by.

Apart from these three giant stone pillars, what Aenarion saw was not much different from when Baron Sophia summoned the God of Greed. The entire space was filled with all kinds of strange shapes, and the number of open eyes in the sky also increased from one to three.

At the same time, two of the three eyes were staring at Aenarion, and the remaining one was staring at Ork.

"Pay a price, gain a blessing."

It was still this terrifying sound that could overturn the heaven and earth. Whenever this sound was made, not only the heaven and earth were shaken by the terror, but the souls of the weak would also boil like boiling water, and they would die in extreme pain without even being able to resist.

"Everything I love..."

Oak responded in a low voice, his expression unchanged, as if what he lost was not a big deal.

And upon hearing this response, the rumbling voice made a satisfied sound.

"very good."

The God of Greed never advocates that you get what you give. What he gives you is just the potential you haven't discovered yet or the achievements you can achieve in the future. In simple terms, it is a pure no-cost business. But if you give enough and you are a high-quality soul, then this damn evil god may be happy and really give you the so-called "real" blessing.

Not long after Ork stated his price, a shrill and mocking voice suddenly sounded. This voice was unfamiliar to Aenarion, but Ork was very familiar with it.

"Give away everything you love?! You idiot, you will soon be punished for fooling the gods!"

"I'm very familiar with your behavior, you bastard. You don't love anyone at all! The only person you love is yourself!"

Aenarion turned his head and looked in the direction of the sound. What appeared before him was an obese monster with its limbs amputated. Its horrible figure was no longer a humanoid creature. It looked extremely pitiful and chilling.

And chestnut.

This horrifying monster was naturally the horrific stitching together of the Queen of Flower Valley and the Witch of Ghost Wood. These two truly gifted daughters of heaven had ended up in such a situation. Even Aenarion could not help but feel a little sad about their experience.

"How pathetic." Looking at the stitched abomination, Oak suddenly laughed, "You all fought for my affection in front of me back then, but it was just jealousy and a ridiculous game between sisters. Poor me, I didn't realize this until I chose the Ghost Wood Witch and was turned into a goblin by her without hesitation."

"You have never loved me, but I was so hateful back then that I actually thought I could manipulate you two geniuses at will and felt extremely happy from it."

“It’s abominable, hateful and pathetic.”

"I have brought this situation upon myself, and it can be said that I have brought this upon myself."

"But if you say that I have never loved anyone, that's totally wrong."

Before Oak finished speaking, a goddess on the stone pillar suddenly opened those things called eyes.

This goddess is the guy wearing a kimono with long hair that reaches the ground. His black hair dances like black snakes. Suddenly, a large piece of hair sticks out from his hair, and then one by one he begins to look for his target.

Apparently, it is this goddess who is responsible for collecting the "price".

The strands of black hair were like giant pythons demanding death. Once entangled, it was impossible to break free. The endless goblins and transformed goblins were directly tied up, strangled, and then dragged back to the goddess. Even those mutant goblins that were transformed beyond recognition could not escape the fate of being paid the price.

"I love the goblins with all my heart and treat them as my real brothers and sisters. You may think that I always instigate others to pay a price, but in fact, when the time comes, I will sacrifice myself without hesitation."

"These things, these kinds of things, Goblin... my brothers and sisters can understand them, but you, a bunch of self-proclaimed noble elves, cannot understand them. It's really sad."

A strand of black hair suddenly rushed in front of the Stitched Abomination and easily strangled it like a terrifying giant python. With this action, the Ghost Wood Witch and the Flower Valley Queen could feel that their already broken souls were rapidly flowing away like a flood.

"No, no, no! Is there something wrong? The price is the thing I love! How can I?"

"..."

Oak's face always had that unchanging smile: "It's sad, isn't it? When I was with you, my love feelings had already been distorted. Aren't you the culprits?"

"Until now, I still love you deeply..."

“No, no, no! This is not right! This guy is lying! It shouldn’t be like this! It can’t be like this…Ah!!!”

With the final roar, the monster stitched together by the Ghost Wood Witch and the Flower Valley Queen shrank rapidly like a ball. In less than two sentences, its soul was easily drained away.

"By the way..." Looking at the flying "hair" of the demon god, Aenarion suddenly spoke, "You said you are my fanboy, does that mean I am also one of your favorite things?"

"In this case, do I also have to become a sacrifice to this damn demon?"

"Will they brand me or something?"

Oak's smile remained unchanged: "Yes, the God of Greed is the most unreasonable. When he is addicted, he will do whatever he wants."

As he said, a large mass of black hair rushed straight towards Aenarion. If it was pulled out from other things, it would only be a strand of hair, but when it came to Aenarion, it was so thick that it covered the sky and the sun.

boom! ! !

Just like a comet crashing into the earth, the flood of black hair directly submerged the small space where Aenarion was. This terrifying power surged like a tsunami, as if the whole world would be completely torn apart by it.

The power of the Snake King's Fang was activated, but it was infinitely reduced in size. The light of the artifact quickly dimmed, and the domineering suppression of the superior could be said to be unmatched.

The big elf seemed to be in a desperate situation in an instant.

Chapter 171 The Elves Stand Between Heaven and Earth

“Ohhhh! It’s going to break! It’s really going to break!”

"It's so intense! It's so intense!"

"I can't stand it! I really can't stand it!"

In Aenarion's mind, the Snake Fang began to yell all kinds of misleading words again. But Aenarion didn't mean to blame her, after all, the pressure she was under at the moment was really amazing.

He opened his mouth, and before the syllable came out, the heaven and earth began to tremble.

It was as if the God of Greed had spoken before, causing the entire world to tremble.

This is the truth that can shake the world and touch the foundation of the world, the so-called dragon language.

When the dragon language is combined into words, it can emit a terrifying force like that of destroying the world. The dragon uses this to hurt people with "verbal attacks", the so-called breath.

When a large number of words and phrases come together, they become the "Dragon Song" that can inspire the whole world to respond.

The purpose of the dragon song is often not to cause damage, but to summon a dragon. With the help of the "dragon song", the singer can have a spiritual fusion with the summoned dragon. The lucky ones can directly obtain the help of a powerful dragon.

This is the so-called dragon knight's dragon taming method. It is not just seeing a giant dragon.

Then they would beat the dragon continuously until it was willing to be tamed.

Even the wizards' "evil ways" require a huge amount of magical energy and a large number of magical rituals to completely infect and brainwash a dragon. There is no way to tame a dragon by beating it.

The surging dragon language began to come out of Aenarion's mouth. Along with the shocking truth, the terrifying power began to echo around the elf man. The world began to tremble again, and the endless light pierced through the endless darkness like a sharp sword.

At the same time, the endless tangled black hair was also pierced.

"what!!!"

A howl of pain came from the goddess' mouth, and her eyes widened again, but her expression remained dull and without any change.

"Dragon Song..." Oak was well-informed and naturally knew where this terrifying sound came from. "I was lucky enough to see it once before, but can this thing still be used like this?"

"Mul (strength) Qah (armor) Diiv (dragon)!"

A terrifying roar resounded throughout the world, and along with the passage opened by the endless light, a huge dragon with a slightly dull body color descended from the sky. As soon as it landed, it tore into pieces a monster that dared to approach him with a brutal and unmatched attitude.

Along with the astonishing dragon roar, the scales all over his body began to emit a dazzling fluorescence. In just a moment, a complete set of blue, white and gold elven-style armor covered his entire body tightly, increasing his already amazing defense several times.

At this moment, Indrognir could no longer be harmed by any earthly weapons, whether swords, bows and arrows, or magic powers.

Like an extremely sharp sword, the extremely strengthened Indragnir rushed straight towards Aenarion. All kinds of monsters that came along the way, no matter what kind of monsters they were, would be torn to pieces by it.

It is so majestic that it can be said to have the domineering style of its owner.

Aenarion leaped up at the sight of Indragnir flying towards him, and after a few leaps he landed steadily on its back, looking down at the world that was deeply infected by the power of the evil god.

Aenarion: "How's it going out there?"

Indrognir: "Your army has surrounded all the goblins. Only one in ten goblins can break out of this encirclement. Because of the sacrifice, those elite goblins have been enveloped by this profane world. This has reduced our pressure a lot."

The absolute distance between the God of Greed and this world is still too astonishing. The power he can project into this world is quite limited. He cannot expand his territory indefinitely, at least he cannot include the elves fighting in the outside world.

But it is hard to say whether this limitation will last after a version update.

Indrognir: "The role played by Lady Neros and her group of battle mages is particularly important. The 77 Lightborns she created played a crucial role in stabilizing our front."

"Militiamen who have not undergone rigorous training cannot resist those terrifying beasts, but the huge Born of Light, with its speed and strength, can effectively find and kill such high-value targets behind complex lines. Moreover, due to its characteristics, it is difficult for the enemy to cause effective damage to this elemental creature bound by magic armor."

Aenarion nodded.

Indeed, always believe in the light.

The so-called "Birth of Light" is a replica developed by Neros based on ancient books. It summons a light element through summoning magic and permanently binds it in a magic armor. This magic armor is not only a deadly weapon of the light element, but also a permanent cage.

The descendants of Light back then had a wide variety of powerful weapons like these in astonishing quantities. It was also thanks to such amazing military technology that the descendants of Light were able to live such a luxurious life.

The simple communication stopped just like that, and as countless monsters retreated like a tide, a hunched and weak figure was clearly revealed.

Countless pairs of eyes in this demonic realm were now staring at the weak figure, the being previously known as "Oker".

The price has been taken, the God of Greed is very satisfied, and now it is time to "receive the blessing".

Even among the countless monsters watching, there are not many who can be called "blessed ones".