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?
更何况据我所知，艾瑞尼卡斯想要的是汲取生命之树的能量跨越凡人与神明之间的界限。
这显然是你们精灵内部的事务，我也不太方便以人类的身份插手。”
听到这番话，艾丽星原本热切期待的眼神顿时被难以掩饰的震惊所取代，用充满失望的语气质问道：“所以您就这样看着索丹尼斯拉被毁灭？数不清的平民遭到屠杀？莫非您是个敌视精灵的人类至上主义者？”
左思意味深长的摇了摇头：“不，我想你似乎误会了什么。
虽然就个人角度而言，我挺讨厌精灵那种傲慢与自大，但还远远没有上升到种族仇恨的程度。
事实上帝国境内就生活着相当数量的精灵和半精灵，其中有些还成为了官僚、军士和执法人员。
所以我并非敌视精灵才选择置身事外。
另外，我之前不是回应过可以接纳难民吗？
现在只要你点点头，我就会亲自出面跟艾瑞尼卡斯交涉，把城市中的难民接出来进行安置。
如此一来，你的子民就能够以难民的身份加入帝国，接受我的统治跟庇护。”
“您……您想要吞并我们的王国？！”
能成为精灵女王，艾丽星显然不可能是什么白傻甜，一下子就明白了刚才这番话所表达的潜台词。
愿意接受精灵成为帝国的臣民，但却不愿意帮忙拯救精灵王国，这显然是一种非常明确的政治表态。
“别说的那么难听。
这不是吞并，而是一种融合。
当你的子民变成帝国的臣民，我自然就有了保护他们的责任和义务。
毕竟艾瑞尼卡斯这个怪物可不是我制造出来的，而是你们自己。
所以现在请做出选择吧，亲爱的女王陛下。
要是你真像自己说的那样想要保护无辜的平民，那就接受我开出的条件。
如此一来精灵王国虽然会不复存在，但它的子民却能以另外一种身份活下来。”
说罢，左思抬起头直勾勾盯着对方那双碧绿色的眼睛，摆出一副耐心等待答复的姿态。
艾丽星显然非常的纠结，两只手紧张不安的握着手中那根木杖。
是国家更重要还是组成它的人民更重要？ 这无疑是一个两难的选择。
最重要的是，维尔达斯森林的精灵王国，可是唯一从惨烈皇冠战争结束最后一直延续到今天的森林精灵国家。
它不但具有非常多的象征性意义，同时还背负着沉重的历史包袱。
而且不管选择什么，到头来都必须要承担巨大的压力跟严重后果。
假如放弃国家保全人民，那么艾丽星可能会被其他精灵视作罪人；
可要是放弃那些正在遭受屠杀的平民，等整个索丹尼斯拉的市民全部消失之后，王国还有存在的意义吗？
越是深入思考，艾丽星的内心就越是痛苦绝望。
足足过了好几分钟，她终于深吸一口气用不是很确定的语气问：“如果我同意所有这些要求，你会阻止强那雷斯亵渎生命之树的行为吗？”
左思非常干脆的回答道：“不会。
因为那并不是我的使命，而是巴尔之子的。
不过我可以向你保证，艾瑞尼卡斯的计划最终肯定会以失败而告终。
无论是已经死去的谋杀之神巴尔，还是精灵诸神，都绝不会允许他跨越凡人的界限。”
“巴尔之子……”
艾丽星先是愣了一下，但和快便联想到那个广泛流传的预言似乎明白了什么，轻轻点了下头：“好吧，我想我明白您的意思了。
现在请出手拯救那些无辜的平民吧。
我会带着剩下的战士、法师和祭祀抵抗到巴尔之子的到来。”
“如你所愿！”
左思眼睛里闪过一丝玩味，瞬间启动传送魔法消失在原地。
而艾丽星的幻影也在下一秒化作漫天的七彩光芒。
……
索丹尼斯拉，费伦大陆上为数不多建立在一座巨大生命之树上的城市。
不过眼下它已经没有了往日的和平与宁静，一眼望去到处都是被杀死的精灵战士和平民，还有些尸体更是被拉起来作为亡灵炮灰使用。
尽管魔法迷锁仍旧在一定程度上起到了保护作用，可在艾瑞尼卡斯的篡改下所能使用的功能已经相当稀少。
尤其是驱逐异界生物和危险敌人的部分，无一例外全部失灵。
恶魔、邪兽鬼、尤格罗斯魔等来自下层位面的邪恶生物正肆无忌惮享受着这场杀戮与破坏的狂欢。
“哈哈哈哈！看啊！多么美妙的场景！我居然成功用尸体摆出了一个完美的献祭法阵。”
一名长着宛如野猪般脑袋的判魂魔发出一阵大笑，紧跟着毫不留情的杀死了十几个被打断腿的精灵。
瞬间！
连接异位面的通道被打开，几个骨瘦如柴的巴布魔从另外一边走了出来。
很显然，这些被艾瑞尼卡斯召唤出来的高级恶魔，正在通过屠杀献祭召唤更多的低级同类，以增强自己的实力。
他们显然并不满足于只摧毁索丹尼斯拉这座树上之城，而是打算集结力量掀起一场腥风血雨。
最好是直接打出去占领整个大陆，然后将其腐化拉进无底深渊中成为新的层面。
假如某个恶魔能够做到这一点，那么他就会在深渊意志的奖励下成为该层面的领主。
“啊啊啊啊啊！！！！！！！去死吧！恶魔！我跟你们拼了！”
看上去十四五岁的精灵少女猛然间从阴暗的角落一跃而起，挥舞手中闪烁着寒光的宝剑刺向判魂魔的眼睛。
从眼眶里留下的泪水，还有脸上刻骨铭心的仇恨，不难判断出刚才被杀的那些精灵俘虏中肯定有她的亲人。
不过很可惜，这位少女应该是一名低级施法者，并未接受过任何战斗训练。
所以哪怕她手中拿着是大名鼎鼎的“月之刃”，也依旧轻而易举被判魂魔一把抓住脚踝倒着拎在半空中，不管怎样挣扎都无济于事。
“愚蠢的精灵，你以为拿到月之刃就能杀掉我吗？ 别白日做梦了！
或许你的父亲和母亲可以用它来给我制造点麻烦，但你还差得远呢。
而且多亏了你，我不需要再花费时间到处寻找这把武器的下落了。”
判魂魔咧开嘴露出了嘲弄的笑容，眼神中闪烁着毫不掩饰的狡诈与贪婪。
因为“月之刃”，又称“精灵之刃”，是一种通过精灵独有强大魔法铸造而成的传家宝，同时也是拥有自我意识和智能的武器。
除了精灵自己之外，没人知道它究竟是如何被制造出来的。
但有一点可以确定，那就是这种武器极其忠诚，只会效忠于某个特定的精灵家族。
它每侍奉一个主人，剑身上就会多出一个符文。
而这些符文则代表着某种魔法力量，比如说储法、追击、电击、狂斩、锋锐、幽冥、炽焰、寒霜、舞空、永明、跳跃、斩首、精灵之影等等。
只要这些符文处于被激活状态，持有者就能获得相应的能力，并且可以无限的迭加。
这也就意味着，月之刃侍奉的主人数量越多，能力就变得越来越强大。
唯有当剑现有的主人死亡，那么其继承人中的一个才能站出来声明接管。
如果家族绝嗣或是没有继承人，血缘关系最近的精灵家族就可以尝试通过一种仪式唤醒并赢得月之刃的忠诚。
总之，月之刃非常的稀有且珍贵，并且永远也无需担心被敌人夺走后反过来对付自己。
从眼前这柄长剑上超过三十个符文、其中至少有八个是没有重复的可以看出，它已经在其家族中流传了很长一段时间，并且拥有极为强大的魔法力量，已然不逊色于绝大部分的神器。
“不！我绝不会把月之刃交给你！”
精灵少女用尽全身力气想要起身去砍恶魔的手腕。
但她的力气实在是太小了，以至于后者仅仅是抖了一下就让其所有的努力全部白费。
正当判魂魔打算杀死个女孩，用她的灵魂来腐化月之刃的时候，一道传送门突然凭空出现。
紧跟着一个黑发黑眸的人类青年从里边走了出来。
尽管面对满屋子的恶魔和地面上堆积成一座小山的碎尸，可他却丝毫没有半点恐惧、恶心、害怕的反应，反而面带微笑的询问道：“那个……能麻烦把手里抓着的少女放下来吗？我保证，只要你放她下来我们之间就不会有任何不愉快的事情发生。”
“你是怎么进来的？”
判魂魔眯起眼睛十分谨慎的试探道。
要知道索丹尼斯拉可是有魔法迷锁的保护，一般的传送魔法科没办法定位这里。
如果不是有艾瑞尼卡斯打开一道口子，外面的人根本没可能进得来。
没看就连精灵们自己的军队，现如今也被牢牢挡在外面找不到入口么。
“很简单。
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)