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The other bloodthirsty was dragged by old Kane and the angel, and the two legendary powerhouses barely managed to contain the bloodthirsty, and the sword of light in the angel's hand left wounds on the bloodthirsty one that could not heal quickly every time.

However, the Bloodthirsty Ones, as the most famous death spreaders under the command of the Sadists, are a rare and powerful enemy for the legendary powerhouses, even if they are suppressed by most of their power in this world.

Except for Xu Yichen.

He was favored by two worlds, and he fashioned a sharp knife to deal with chaos.

The protective circle set up by the Witch Kings encloses the entire Castle of Kelmohan, ensuring that no Chaos Demon can leave the range.

Dick looked back at the Chaos Gate behind him, then at Xu Yichen, who looked almost unchanged from when he had just arrived on the battlefield, and at the bloodthirsty man who was in a bitter battle, and a wry smile appeared on his hideous face.

No one else could see it, but Texex could see at a glance that his brother was cheating and cheating.

Under the attack of the angelic storm, its brother is consciously leaning his body towards the blade of the sword, leaving room for each attack to allow his opponent to dodge.

They all saw what happened to the unlucky bloodthirsty man who was killed by Xu Yichen's sneak attack, it was really dead, not only was it expelled from this world, but the bloodthirsty person was completely wiped out of the subspace.

Hacks knew that his brother was trying to put on a show, trying to get out of the show in such a botched way.

Sure enough, soon, as the cooperation between the old Kane and the angel became more and more tacit, the bloodthirsty man was killed by the two legendary powerhouses in a rather deliberate flaw, and left this world with a relaxed face.

Dicks turned back to face his opponent, seeing that Xu Yichen was not afraid of his own weapon, nor did he care about his own injuries, and pounced fiercely like a hungry wolf, he couldn't help but leave two lines of tears.

When Kyrmohan is locked in a fierce battle, Chaos whips the world for the second time.

As the Witch Kings lost interest in the entire New World, their spellcasters were on the move.

Legends about the Witch King have long been circulating among spellcasters, some of whom worship them as gods, but many more feel that the Witch King is just the first to reach the true meaning of magic before them.

There are only so many miracles in the world, and the witch kings have occupied and distributed them all, so the number of witch kings in the world has not increased or decreased for hundreds of years.

The spellcasters of the New World are probably the smartest people in the world, and the civil war between the Witch Kings can't hide from them, and they find what they want to know from all kinds of clues-

That is, there is a vacancy in the middle of the witch king.

Countless top casters began to stretch out their palms toward the location in the clouds.

If at other times, this might have been the beginning of a thriving, Big Bang of magic new era, but now?

Above the magic is psionic energy, and psionic energy is contained in the sea of psionic energy, and behind the sea of psionic energy is directly connected to the subspace, and the evil gods in the subspace are watching the world, looking for all loopholes.

The first casters to find the trick undoubtedly found the true meaning of magic, and they were struck by the vastness of the psionic sea, captured by the power of psionic power, and finally fell to the command of Tzeentch, the lord of the sophistication.

Thinking for a long time, knowing the multitude and thirsting for thoughts, only the saint Tzeeon, do not be trapped.

The path to the Witch King is inseparable from the guidance and teachings of St. Tzeentch, who have carved up the gifts of St. Tzeentch for the past thousand years, and they are entrenched at the top of the world, refusing to give any newcomer the slightest room to rise.

The Witch King Li Dan didn't know how many years Tzeentch's conspiracy had been lurking in this group of spellcasters, but it was clear that this momentum was not created overnight.

Perhaps as early as when he first established the first mage tower in the New World, among the barbarians who were driven, there were shamans who believed in Tzeentch, and perhaps when he founded the Magic Guild, the first secretary was a follower of Tzeentch.

The witch king Li Dan didn't want to pursue it, and he didn't want to distinguish it, because it was meaningless.

As long as the Maelstrom Project is successfully activated, the magical power of this world will quickly disappear, and then this group of spellcasters who seem to have great power in their hands will become the most harmless people in the world.

Helpless, full of wealth, and notoriety all over the world.

Li Dan chose Abraham to become the lord of the new world after the Witch King left, hoping that his prestige and identity as a spell caster would enable these spell casters, who are rich in learning, to suffer less in the new era.

The historical responsibility of the witch kings is over, and then it is time for other people to fight for their lives.

The demon army of Slaanesh came from the sea, and the ferocious pirates who had been the best breeding ground for terror and Slaanesh since ancient times, and the warbands that gathered at sea under the banner of Slaanesh quickly gathered on the fallen island after the total fall of Avalon.

Humans, elves, dwarves, and even beastmen ravel through the ruins of Avalon's cities all night as they search for elven escapees hiding in the ruins, with each captured survivor falling victim to the next round of fun.

No one wanted to delve into the new ideas that the followers of Slaanesh had come up with to torture people, the fires and screams on the island of Avalon, which even the fish that defended several nautical miles would not come close.

Tons of blood flowed down the elves' delicate drainage system, dyeing the river red, and many of the slaanesh-recognized miscellaneous shreds bathed in the blood-colored waterfalls, shouting slogans and stepping onto their respective warships.

They are going to the Old World to spread this bloody carnival, where countless shadows and spies await the arrival of the army of Slaanesh, and the men and women of the streets of Golan will corrupt the sailors of the nations, help them open the gates, and scuttle the ships in the harbor.

As for Nurgle, I don't know how many plagues spread in the sewers of major cities, and one by one humans who believe in Nurgle, non-human, dressed in tattered clothes, disguise themselves as refugees, waiting for an opportunity to please their masters.

The higher levels of believers, in the capacity of lords, merchants, and even doctors, spread the plague in food, in water, and in medicine.

Even in the Loess District, it is impossible to find out exactly how many plague spreaders of Nurgle there were, and countless residents and soldiers have fallen ill in their beds before they go to war.

For most indigenous forces, such a threat of war is far more damaging than a real confrontation between two armies.

Only fear and sadism, his attention seems to be on Kyrmohan.