Blood!

Kill! Die!

As a son of Bar, Sancho was most likely the youngest surviving half-sibling.

But now he has become the first outlier to break free from the control of the God of Murder and embark on his own path.

At this moment, with the intense and fierce battle, the boy could even hear the whispers from his dead father in his ears, and the other party tried to invade his mind, consciousness and soul more than once, just like affecting Aberdare.

Unfortunately, the God of Murder failed completely this time.

Although Sancho was absorbing the boiling killing power and divinity in the surrounding environment, he had already formed a new philosophical concept about killing and death, which was completely opposite to Bal's highly ritualistic and violent killing and death.

So no matter how many times Bal naggingly tried to indoctrinate and guide his skinny son to follow his own path, his actions fell on deaf ears.

Especially after completing the qualitative transformation of the weak will shield surrounding the body, Bal couldn't even enter the boy's dream.

In comparison, Aberdare is like it has no defenses and can be entered as many times as you want.

The latter often dreams and awakens some special spell-like abilities. In essence, Baal is injecting more blood and power into it, making it completely become another incarnation of himself.

Although in terms of power, the difference between the two sides is not too big after they transform into killers.

But on the spiritual and will levels, they are like heaven and hell.

At this moment, Sancho has obviously connected himself with the killing priesthood floating on the blood throne, and is using the power contained therein to continuously strengthen himself.

Every time he took the life of a dark elf, he could feel the astonishing energy surging from the depths of his soul.

Through these energies, not only the basic attributes of all aspects of the body are improved, but the power of life and magic are also becoming stronger and stronger.

There is no doubt that this power comes from the boy's understanding of the philosophy of killing, which is plunder.

Through reading a lot of books, he realized that the reason why most mortals in this world killed was essentially to plunder various things through this behavior.

Including wealth, resources, power, social status, as well as venting and satisfying one's own desires and other emotional needs.

As for death, it is simply the inevitable result of killing.

If we overemphasize the connection between killing, violence and death, we will be inadequate and ignore the great potential contained in the priesthood of killing itself.

With this philosophical understanding, when Sancho transforms into a killer, he will continuously plunder extra power from the people he kills with his own hands, and begin to condense divinity and slowly ignite his own divine spark.

Although there is still a long way to go before he can become a quasi-god who has ignited the divine spark but does not have a priesthood, it is only a matter of time.

As we all know, there is an almost unbridgeable gap between gods and mortals.

By the same token, there is a terrifying gap between divine beings and mortals.

Especially after Sancho was able to start controlling the weak divine power to form a shield, most of the dark elf warriors with poor strength attributes could no longer pose any threat.

Not only physical attacks, but also arcane magic and divine spells will become extremely easy to be exempted and resisted in the face of powerful divine resistance.

In just a short while, the corridor at the entrance of the First Family was already densely packed with hundreds of mutilated corpses.

The sticky blood plasma that flowed from these corpses was transformed into a horrifying monster under the shaping of divine power.

It has no fixed shape like a slime, but it wraps around the surrounding walls, ceiling and ground.

Once someone approaches, they will be immediately sucked in, squeezed and crushed until they become a mixture of flesh and blood and merge into one with it.

Some relatively intact remains were quickly pulled up by the evil power of the Blood Throne and turned into undead creatures after death.

The result was that although the Sons of Bhaal team had fewer people, they were still suppressed by the opponent at the beginning.

But as time went on, their strength not only did not weaken but became stronger and stronger. Not only had they turned the first family's mansion into an impenetrable fortress, but they also rushed out and launched a fierce counterattack.

Even Imoen, the weakest one, had a terrifying red light flashing in his eyes under the influence of the boiling divine power. He turned into the most deadly assassin, constantly shuttling in the shadows, suddenly appearing behind the drow priests and mages, and stabbing his opponent's jaw or back with a dagger imbued with cold energy.

Even though the other spellcasters in the team had already used up all their spell slots, they were not at a disadvantage in the situation at all.

"Damn it! What's wrong with these monsters? We can't kill them at all!"

A dark elf matron screamed in terror.

Since the beginning of the war, she has lost two sons, one daughter, and a total of 400 family soldiers. If the war continues, she will probably lose everything.

As for the three sons of Baal, no matter what kind of damage they suffered, as long as they did not die immediately, they could recover by absorbing life from killing.

Especially Sancho and Aberdare, their bodies have swelled to three or four meters in height.

They would often swing their claws or fists and smash down, tearing several dark elf warriors into pieces in an instant.

You have to know that the Slayer is not as clumsy as the giants, but a true divine creature. Its agility and reaction speed are even better than that of the nimble dark elves.

Therefore, the battle between the two sides quickly turned into a one-sided massacre.

The wizards of Uster Nasa gathered together and tried to perform a powerful magic ritual to directly destroy the First Family's residence.

But before the process was halfway done, Sancho keenly noticed it, and instantly teleported over to activate the anti-magic force field and start a killing spree.

More than one-third of the dozen high-level mages who served as the core hosts were killed or injured in just one encounter. The rest were either caught up and killed in the melee, or fled in all directions without daring to stay for even a second.

Since the boy himself is a mage, he knows very well what the weaknesses of this profession are and how to avoid those troublesome protections and triggered magic to directly kill a high-level mage.

"Retreat! Retreat quickly! This is a despicable trap! We have all been fooled!"

The other matron finally realized that something was wrong and decisively gave instructions to her family members. The first one ignored the order of the municipal council and disappeared into the darkness at an extremely fast speed.

Her desertion was like the first domino to fall, quickly triggering a series of chain reactions, and other families followed suit.

After all, the drow were not originally a united race, and the nobles viewed each other as enemies, fearing that their own losses would be too great and give other families an opportunity to take advantage.

"Good opportunity! Everyone, follow me! We'll take advantage of this opportunity to attack!"

Sancho shouted at the top of his lungs, and then left the passage with his creature that looked like a lump of sticky plasma, chasing after the dark elf warriors who were fleeing in all directions without any formation.

Several mind flayers who were visiting the city of Uster-Nasa and watching the fun were instantly Devoured by the plasma monster that pounced on them.

Before they could react to what was happening, it exploded in the middle and turned into a pool of meat paste.

Facts once again prove that eating melons is also risky.

But apparently it wasn't just the mind flayers who were unlucky. Others like the gray dwarves and Githyanki who frequently went in and out of Ust-Nazar also suffered.

Since there was no way and no time to distinguish which ones were enemies, Sancho adopted the strategy of killing the innocent rather than letting them go.

Just as the team was rapidly advancing towards the city gate along the platforms built on top of huge stalagmites, a sudden earthquake accompanied by a deafening roar finally occurred.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Rumble ...

The houses and buildings built by the dark elves were smashed to pieces in the blink of an eye.

Especially the Mage Tower located in the middle of the city. Although it had a protective barrier, it was still smashed through by continuous impacts, and the entire tower broke directly into two sections in the middle.

The upper part rolled and slid down from the abyss next to it, and exclamations and screams could still be vaguely heard coming from inside the tower.

The lower part was even worse, as it was smashed by huge rocks and left only ruins.

A large number of drow mages who didn't have time to escape were all smashed into meat paste. Only a very few escaped by relying on the teleportation magic linked with instant magic and accidental magic.

There is no doubt that this violent earthquake is an absolute doomsday for the residents living in the Underdark.

Although there are hundreds of priestesses in the Spider Seminary and the altars of various families praying devoutly to the Spider Goddess Rose, hoping that the Lord of the Dark Elves can save them.

But unfortunately, no matter how they prayed and begged, in the end there was no response.

On the contrary, earthquakes are becoming more severe and more dangerous as time goes by.

In desperation, the nobles who mastered magic and divine arts began to escape by using their own magical powers.

Some opened portals to other dark elf cities or strongholds, and some took out oval flying discs made of magic.

As for the civilians and slaves who could not escape, they could only rush towards the city gate.

At this time, the only entrance and exit that once brought great sense of security to the city has become a burden.

Countless people gathered here, killing each other in a spree to seize the last glimmer of hope for life. No one could maintain order, and the chaos continued to spread in all directions as more and more people came.

Obviously, this earthquake was the legendary magic cast by the ancient silver dragon, Aidalon, and it was also a revenge for Uster Nasa's sacrifice of his eggs to the lesser demon lord.

Since Zuo Si's projection is here, there is no need to worry that such behavior will attract the arrival of the spider goddess Rose.

When the spell was completely cast and no longer required concentration and guidance, she transformed into a giant dragon and swooped down from the sky, spewing deadly cold breath at the dark elves and slaves gathered at the door.

moment!

The horrific white frost directly swept over the hundreds of people near the city gate.

After the giant dragon flew past, all the unlucky people within the range of its breath turned into crystal clear white ice sculptures.

Even those who were not hit directly by the dragon's breath were quickly frozen and shivering, and even the hands holding the weapons were somewhat out of control.

After all, the Underdark is quite different from the surface. There is no wind and no seasonal changes, and the temperature always remains at a constant level of over 20 degrees Celsius.

Therefore, races that have lived in this environment for a long time, whether it is the dark elves, gray dwarves, or deep gnomes, find it difficult to adapt to the drastic changes in environmental temperature.

Especially the cold that is enough to freeze a person to death.

When Drizzt left the underground world and went to the surface, he almost died when the first winter came.

In the end, he managed to survive by hiding in the cave of a hibernating brown bear.

"It's... it's the silver dragon! She's here to take revenge on us!"

A drow civilian warrior stared at the huge shadow above his head and shouted in horror.

"Scatter! Scatter quickly! Or she'll kill us all with her frost breath!"

Another woman dressed as a priest directed her men to dodge the rocks falling from the sky while slowly retreating to another platform not far away.

As a subspecies of true dragon belonging to the cold system like the white dragon, the silver dragon can breathe out two kinds of dragon breath.

One is the frost breath just demonstrated, and the other is the non-lethal paralysis breath.

Most good-aligned metallic dragons have a lethal energy breath and a non-lethal paralysis and control breath.

The former is used to fight a desperate battle with the enemy, while the latter is used to knock the opponent down without hurting anyone.

However, after the successful attack, Aidalon did not stop, but adjusted its direction above the city, and then flapped its wings again to dive.

This time she not only breathed out frost, but also instantly created a large-scale ice storm the moment she swooped down.

Since the silver dragon is completely immune to cold damage, it does not need to worry about being affected by the extremely cold ice cones brought down by the ice storm. Instead, it brings double "happiness" to the dark elves and monster slaves below.

I saw a huge silver figure passing over the city gate, and hundreds of lifelike ice sculptures appeared in the open space in front of the gate.

Even the surrounding environment was cooled to minus 20 to 30 degrees Celsius under the effects of magic and the ancient silver dragon's ultra-low temperature breath.

"Silver Dragon! It's the Silver Dragon! Aidalon! She's here to rescue us!"

Imoen, who had just fought his way here, pointed to the sky and shouted in surprise.

Sancho, who had always been on high alert, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this scene. He quickly exited the Killer mode and urged the other members of the team at a rapid speed: "Don't stop! Use the path she opened for us to rush through! We will be safe once we get out of that door."

"Aberdare! Stop indulging in killing! Wake up!"

Jaheira leaped to his feet and slapped the son of Bhaal, who was so closely connected to himself, in the face.

Snap! With a crisp sound, Aberdare, who was still chasing the fleeing dark elves in the last second, suddenly regained his sanity in the next second, and also exited the killer state, allowing the half-elf druid to pull him forward.

Since the area leading to the city gate entrance and exit had been cleared by ice storms and two dragon breath attacks in succession, there were no living people left.

The team escaped safely and smashed several human ice sculptures that were blocking their way along the way.

When Adalon saw that the Sons of Baal had successfully escaped, he did not continue to chase the other drow in the city. He transformed into a surface elf and left.

Not long after she left, an earthquake caused by legendary magic completely buried Uster-Nasa, turning this ancient city, which played a very important role in the history of the dark elves, into ruins.

More than 80% of the residents, slaves, and visitors were killed in the successive bombardments of earthquakes and falling rocks. Only less than 10% managed to escape through magical means, and the remaining 10% were buried in the ruins.

No one knows whether they can survive in such a harsh environment.

Of course, none of this has anything to do with Zuo Si.

Because as Sancho and his team successfully took back the dragon egg and handed it over to Aidalon, he had completed the transaction with the other party.

This meant that the soul of the ancient silver dragon had become his property from that moment on.

Whether Aidalon chooses to use the power of hell to prolong his life, or chooses to die and then reborn his soul in the subsidiary plane of the ninth layer and become another form of devil dragon, it is definitely a sure win.

After witnessing the destruction of Uster-Natha, Zuo Si quickly withdrew his projection and began to arrange the fateful battle between Aberdare and Erinikas.

Just when he was hesitating whether to increase the strength of his lovely disciple, a phantom of a female elf wearing an exquisite and gorgeous robe, long yellow hair, and a crown made of leaves and feathers on her head suddenly appeared in front of him.

"Hello, His Majesty the Emperor of the West Coast Empire. Please forgive my uninvited intrusion, but my people have reached the final moment of life and death."

The phantom spread her hands and performed a curtsy, a gesture typical of female elven nobles.

Although it was just a non-existent illusion, it still showed her extraordinary beauty, temperament and figure.

"You are... the queen of the Wildas Forest Elf Kingdom - Elly Star?"

Zuo Si looked him up and down and immediately guessed the other person's identity.

Although the Elf Queen before him was completely different from the image he had originally had in mind, the temperament of a superior that she had cultivated over a long period of time was definitely not something that an ordinary elf could fake.

Moreover, only this level of beauty and nobility could be worthy of Erinikas' deep obsession that he could not forget even if his heart was twisted and morbid.

“Yes, it’s me.

We are very sorry to bother you in this way.

But I really have no other choice.

Jonnares and his summoned army of demons, alien creatures, and golems raided the unsuspecting Sodanisla.

He also used his knowledge of magical barriers to isolate the army that was resisting the invasion of the dark elves.

Although my people have risen up to resist, they are still outnumbered and are being brutally massacred.

At this moment, the number of people alive in the city is less than half of the original number, and most of them are women and children who are not capable of fighting.

Please help us for the sake of living on this land together.

Now only you can stop him and save those innocent civilians."

Alixing stated her intentions directly.

It was not difficult to tell from her anxious tone that she had really reached the end of her rope.

Erinikas' revenge was almost enough to wipe out the entire forest elf kingdom, which had a small population to begin with, and he had no intention of showing any mercy at all.

But unfortunately, Alixing's sincerity and request did not move Zuo Si, who had already become hard-hearted.

The latter simply refused with a polite and indifferent attitude, "I'm very sorry, Your Majesty.

As much as I wanted to help, I couldn't.

Because your Elf Kingdom and the Empire have no subordinate relationship, and there are no rights and obligations between them.

My responsibility is to protect my subjects and provide them with a safe and orderly social environment and a better standard of living.

And all of this involves crucial finances.

War costs money and kills people.

I wonder what reasons I can use to convince them to donate money and manpower to help a country and force that has nothing to do with the empire? Just thinking of morality, kindness, justice, sympathy, and other things that cannot bring any substantial benefits?

Moreover, from what I understand, what Erinikas wants is to draw on the energy of the Tree of Life to cross the boundary between mortals and gods.

This is obviously an internal matter between you elves, and it is not convenient for me to intervene as a human being."

Hearing this, Elise's eager look was replaced by an unconcealable shock. She asked in a disappointed tone, "So you just watched Sodanisla being destroyed? Countless civilians were massacred? Are you a human supremacist who is hostile to the elves?"

Zuo Si shook his head meaningfully: "No, I think you seem to have misunderstood something.

Although from a personal perspective, I hate the arrogance and conceit of the elves, but it is far from rising to the level of racial hatred.

In fact, there are a considerable number of elves and half-elves living in the empire, some of whom have become bureaucrats, soldiers and law enforcement officers.

So I don't choose to stay out of it because I am hostile to the elves.

Besides, didn’t I respond before that we can accept refugees?

Now, as long as you nod, I will personally negotiate with Erinikas to bring the refugees out of the city and resettle them.

In this way, your people can join the empire as refugees and accept my rule and protection."

"You...you want to annex our kingdom?!"

Being able to become the queen of elves, Alistar obviously couldn't be some naive and sweet girl. She immediately understood the subtext of those words.

Willing to accept the elves as subjects of the empire, but unwilling to help save the elven kingdom, this is obviously a very clear political statement.

“Don’t say it so harshly.

This is not annexation, but integration.

When your people become subjects of the empire, I naturally have the responsibility and obligation to protect them.

After all, the monster Erinikas was not created by me, but by you.

So make your choice now, dear Queen.

If you really want to protect innocent civilians as you say, then accept my offer.

In this way, although the Elven Kingdom will no longer exist, its people will be able to survive in another identity. "

After saying that, Zuo Si raised his head and stared straight into the other person's green eyes, pretending to be patiently waiting for a reply.

Alixing was obviously very conflicted, holding the wooden stick in her hands nervously.

Is the country more important or the people who make it up more important? This is undoubtedly a dilemma.

Most importantly, the Elf Kingdom of the Wildas Forest is the only forest elf country that has survived from the end of the tragic Crown War to the present day.

Not only does it have a lot of symbolic meaning, it also carries a heavy historical burden.

And no matter what choice you make, you will have to bear enormous pressure and serious consequences in the end.

If she gave up her country to save her people, then Ailixing might be regarded as a sinner by other elves;

But if we abandon the civilians who are being massacred, and once all the citizens of Sodanisla are gone, will there still be any meaning for the kingdom to exist?

The more she thought about it, the more painful and desperate Alixing felt.

After several minutes, she finally took a deep breath and asked in an uncertain tone: "If I agree to all these requirements, will you stop Johnarès from desecrating the Tree of Life?"

Zuo Si answered very straightforwardly: “No.

For that is not my mission, but that of the Sons of Bhaal.

But I can assure you that Erinikas's plan will ultimately fail.

Neither Baal, the dead god of murder, nor the elven gods would allow him to cross the line of mortals."

"Son of Baal..."

Elise was stunned for a moment, but then she thought of the widely circulated prophecy and seemed to understand something, and nodded slightly: "Okay, I think I understand what you mean.

Please save those innocent civilians now.

I will lead the remaining warriors, mages, and priests to resist until the Son of Bhaal arrives."

"As you wish!"

There was a hint of amusement in Zuo Si's eyes, and he instantly activated the teleportation magic and disappeared on the spot.

And the phantom of Alistar turned into colorful light all over the sky in the next second.

…

Sodanisla is one of the few cities on the continent of Faerun built on a huge tree of life.

But now it no longer has the peace and tranquility of the past. Everywhere you look, there are killed elven warriors and civilians. Some corpses have even been pulled up and used as undead cannon fodder.

Although the magic maze still played a protective role to a certain extent, its usable functions were already quite limited after Erinikas's tampering.

Especially the part about expelling alien creatures and dangerous enemies, all of them failed without exception.

Demons, beasts, yugoloths and other evil creatures from the lower planes are enjoying this carnival of killing and destruction without restraint.

"Hahahaha! Look! What a wonderful scene! I actually succeeded in using the corpses to create a perfect sacrificial formation."

A soul judge with a head like a wild boar laughed loudly, and then mercilessly killed a dozen elves with broken legs.

moment!

The passage connecting to the other dimension was opened, and several skinny Babu demons walked out from the other side.

It is obvious that these high-level demons summoned by Erinikas are summoning more low-level demons through slaughter and sacrifice in order to enhance their own strength.

They were obviously not satisfied with just destroying the tree city of Sodanisla, but planned to gather their strength to start a bloody storm.

It would be best to just attack and occupy the entire continent, then corrupt it and pull it into the Abyss to become a new dimension.

If a demon can do this, he will become the lord of that level with the reward of the will of the abyss.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!! Go to hell! Demons! I will fight you!"

An elf girl who looked about fourteen or fifteen years old suddenly jumped up from a dark corner, waving the sword in her hand that was flashing with cold light and stabbing at the eyes of the Soul Judge.

From the tears in her eyes and the deep hatred on her face, it was not difficult to judge that her relatives must have been among the elf captives who were just killed.

But unfortunately, this girl must be a low-level spellcaster and has not received any combat training.

So even though she was holding the famous "Moon Blade" in her hand, she was still easily captured by the soul demon who grabbed her ankle and lifted her upside down in the air, and no matter how she struggled, it was useless.

"Stupid elf, do you think you can kill me with the Moon Blade? Stop dreaming!

Maybe your father and mother can use it to cause me some trouble, but you are far from it.

And thanks to you, I don't have to spend time looking for the whereabouts of this weapon."

The Soul Judge grinned in a mocking smile, his eyes flashing with undisguised cunning and greed.

Because the "Moon Blade", also known as the "Elf Blade", is an heirloom forged using the powerful magic unique to the elves. It is also a weapon with self-awareness and intelligence.

No one knows how it was made except the elves themselves.

But one thing is certain, that is, this weapon is extremely loyal and will only be loyal to a specific elven family.

Every time it serves a master, a rune appears on the sword.

These runes represent some kind of magical power, such as magic storage, pursuit, electric shock, crazy slashing, sharp, netherworld, blazing flame, frost, dancing in the sky, eternal light, jump, beheading, shadow of the elf and so on.

As long as these runes are activated, the holder can gain corresponding abilities, and they can be stacked infinitely.

This means that the more masters the Moon Blade serves, the more powerful its ability becomes.

Only when the current owner of the sword dies can one of his heirs step forward to claim control.

If a family line dies out or has no heir, the closest elven family can attempt to awaken and win the loyalty of the Moonblade through a ritual.

In short, the Moon Blade is extremely rare and precious, and there is no need to worry about the enemy taking it away and using it against you.

From the more than thirty runes on the sword in front of him, at least eight of which are unique, it can be seen that it has been passed down in the family for a long time and possesses extremely powerful magical power, which is not inferior to most artifacts.

"No! I will never give you the Moon Blade!"

The elf girl used all her strength to try to stand up and cut the demon's wrist.

But her strength was so weak that all her efforts were in vain just by shaking.

Just as the Soul Judge was about to kill a girl and use her soul to corrupt the Moon Blade, a portal suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Immediately afterwards, a young human with black hair and black eyes walked out.

Even though he was facing a room full of demons and a mountain of broken bodies on the ground, he did not show any fear, disgust or terror. Instead, he asked with a smile, "Um... could you please put the girl down? I promise that as long as you put her down, nothing unpleasant will happen between us."

"How did you get in?"

The Soul Judge narrowed his eyes and tested cautiously.

You have to know that Sodannisla is protected by a magic maze, and ordinary teleportation magic cannot locate it.

If Erinikas hadn't opened a gap, there would have been no way for people outside to get in.

Didn’t you see that even the elves’ own army is now blocked outside and can’t find the entrance?

“It’s very simple.

As long as you understand the structure and operating rules of the magic maze here, you can easily open a small gap to complete the teleportation.

In this regard, although I am not as good as the most powerful high elf wizards, I have done some research on it.

What's more, the essence of the magic maze is still to draw energy from the magic net.

And I can cut off the magic network within a certain range at any time and anywhere, making the magic maze in that area temporarily ineffective."

Zuo Si explained as he slowly walked forward.

Although he moved very slowly, he made all the demons in the house feel an invisible pressure.

The Soul Judge even lifted up the elf girl in his hand and shouted, "Stop! Don't come any closer! Otherwise I will tear this girl to pieces!"

"Oh? Are you threatening me?"

Zuo Si asked back with a smile.

"That's right! This is a threat! If you don't want to see her die miserably, do as I say right now."

The Soul Judge thought he had found the opponent's weakness and began to think about how to use it to take down this suspected powerful human wizard.

"Don't listen to him! Don't worry about my life or death! Kill these damn demons!"

The elf girl was obviously shrouded in great sadness and hatred. There was not even a trace of fear of death in her eyes. She was roaring hysterically like a madman.

"Shut up!"

The devil raised his fat hand, which was as thick and bloated as a pig's trotter, and slapped the girl's delicate and beautiful face.

Pah! With a crisp sound, the elf girl spat out a large mouthful of blood from her mouth. Half of her face instantly swelled up like a pig's head. Half of her teeth flew out of her mouth. One of her eyeballs fell out of its socket, with nerves and blood vessels connected to the brain at the end. She looked extremely miserable.

Although he did not die, he fell into a coma and lost consciousness on the spot.

After all, the Soul Judge is a high-level demon with a strength of up to thirty-two points. Even a light hit can cause unimaginable damage to ordinary people.

"Do you know what your actions just now mean?"

Zuo Si's eyes suddenly became extremely dangerous and cold.

"She's not dead yet!"

The devil raised the half-crippled elf girl, indicating that he still had enough chips in his hand.

Unfortunately, he obviously overestimated himself and underestimated the enemy in front of him.

Zuo Si suddenly raised his hand without any warning and made a grasping gesture.

The next second...

Bang! Boom!

An invisible force field hand suddenly appeared out of nowhere and slapped the Soul Judge Demon's boar-like face hard.

The terrifying force deformed the entire head and skull in an instant. The nearly four-ton body flew sideways, smashing through at least two walls and falling from a tree several hundred meters high.

The force field hand took the opportunity to break the demon's right wrist and rescued the dying elf girl.

There is no doubt that this is a legendary magic, and also a super advanced version of the Bigbai series of big hand spells.

Once this spell is released, the force field hand will persist for a long time and can be controlled by the caster.

As for the power...

Just take a look at the Soul-Judgement Demon that just flew out and you will know that even those giant creatures would find it difficult to resist its power. It is a true weapon of attack and defense.

Seeing the Soul Judge Demon being killed instantly, the other demons in the room immediately realized that the situation was not good and turned around to escape.

But how could Zuo Si, who had already decided to kill them, let them go?

Coupled with the natural opposition between devils and demons, order and chaos, sending them back to their home in the abyss becomes a must.

In just a few seconds, the thirty or so demons in the room all disappeared under the flash of arcane magic.

After doing all this, he bent down and cast a healing spell to heal all the injuries on the dying elf girl. Then he used the force field to pick up the Moon Blade with his big hand to check its status.

As expected, this magic sword is an heirloom of the elf girl's family.

When she touches the hilt, the Moon Blade will be activated and all hidden runes will appear instantly.

But once far away, the sword will fall into a dormant state, giving people the feeling of an ordinary long sword that is slightly more gorgeous and exquisite.

If an evil or ostracized person attempts to touch it, the moonblade immediately inflicts one to six negative levels on them, and cannot be dispelled by any spell while the weapon is in their possession.

What's even more terrifying is that if the negative level exceeds the level of the holder, the holder will die on the spot.

Obviously, with Zuo Si's current camp, it is absolutely impossible to gain the recognition of Moon Blade.

So he didn't touch her, but woke up the unconscious elf girl.

After a few seconds, the girl's tightly closed eyes finally opened again. She stood up suddenly and looked around. After seeing that there were no enemies, she picked up the Moon Blade and asked carefully in Elvish: "Did you kill those demons?"

"Yes. You are lucky to have survived until I showed up. If you don't mind, could you tell me your name?"

"Gilather, Gilather Liaton. I am the last member of the Liaton family."

As she spoke, the girl turned around and glanced at the corpses of several adult elves that were casually discarded in the corner.

Without asking, you know that they are her deceased parents and family.

"Silver Leaf Family?"

Zuo Si had obviously heard of this elf's surname and showed a very surprised expression.

Because the history of the Liaton family can be traced back to the First Crown War, it is a branch of the royal family of the forest elves, or wood elves.

If it was this family, it wouldn't be surprising if they had a powerful Moon Blade.

(End of this chapter)