The scythe burst through the air, and when it swept through the air, it let out a terrible wail, like the wail of countless resentful spirits, and it was impartial, and slashed directly at the real body of the elf king.

Poof!

The sound of a scythe splitting flesh.

With a single sound, the scythe sliced straight through the middle of the Elven King, and then nailed it to the rock behind him.

The body began to crack in the middle, and a line of blood spread downward from the center of the Elf King's eyebrows, and then suddenly cracked, directly turning into two halves, and dumping on both sides and falling to the ground.

Agnes grabbed her silver hair, grabbed the ends of the hair that had fallen to her chest and flicked it back, a hint of relaxation between her eyebrows.

Killed.

Although it is impossible to obtain exact information about her mother, since she was slashed by the Scarlet Queen, she can still torture a little bit of it.

Agnes walked towards the Scarlet Queen, who was pinned to the rock, her slender hand gripping the long handle of the scythe, and pulling it hard.

"Although there is only a sixty percent chance of winning, but looking at it now, the Elf King is just like that." Agnes sighed, a look of disappointment in her eyes.

If the other party can promise himself how good it would be, a small elf race, not as good as her mother's clues, what she has been pursuing, is the truth of her father and mother, compared to really thinking, enslaving elves or something, just by the way, the pursuit of dictatorship is only to find the hidden history of the past more easily.

Agnes had been investigating for so long, but she still didn't know what had happened at that time.

It's not that no one dares to say it, or it's silenced, but history is deliberately buried, and even the demon king of the demon world can't ask for something in the past, what happened?

It can't be inconsequential, and it's very likely to have something to do with Felik, and Agnes must know what happened to Felik ten years ago.

Just as Agnes fell into deep thought, suddenly her pupils suddenly dilated, her face was as pale as paper, a mouthful of blood spurted out casually, her abdomen was empty, and when she looked down, there was only a small black ball spinning in it, there was no scene of blood overflowing, and there was no scene of flesh and blood flying, all the blood and flesh were completely sucked in by that small black ball, as if the black hole crushed everything.

Agnes vanished, and when she reappeared, she was already ten meters away, her scythe and her face very ugly.

The body was trembling, the black ball just now was not just devouring flesh and blood, Agnes who was directly hit could clearly feel that the huge magic power in his body had been taken away.

Agnes' magical power is not much to describe, it is not too much to call it vast as the sea, and it was consumed in the moment of contact just now, which is simply incredible.

Under normal circumstances, this kind of injury can be recovered with magic power, although the physical body cannot become as strong as before, but with some healing spells, she can maintain a high combat power.

But now, with a serious injury and no magic power, she is not on the same level as the Elf King at all.

Half of the Elven King's body stretched out his hand, and the position of his palm was the black ball that had just seriously injured Agnes, and his smooth wound extended blood-colored vines, sticking to the earth, those things were vines, but they were more like meat buds, wriggling to draw nutrients from the earth, and then twisting together to reshape the remaining half of the Elf King's body and restore it to its original appearance.

He had a total of two remnants, and both of them were slowly reshaped, which surprised Agnes, could there be two elven kings later?

Cold sweat trickled down her forehead, and the black ball devoured the flesh, and the wound on her abdomen was bleeding as if she didn't want money, completely staining her lower body red.

The two elven kings stood up, one was the same as before, while the other had no pupils, only the whites of his eyes, and looked extremely strange, like zombies without sanity.

Seeing this, people with normal brains know that the normal one is the elf king himself, and the other one should be his doppelganger, similar to a puppet.

"With the flesh and blood of Mother Earth, reshape the body of pain, and with my remnant body, create a puppet of bitter battle......" The quick and accurate chant came from the mouth of the Elf King.

The spell he uttered was engraved in the air in elven script, turning into blue fluorescent runes, and then sticking to the elven king's arm, slowly submerging into it.

Agnes saw that the Elven King was not unprepared to cast spells, but had engraved spells into his body in advance and used himself as a spell container, which reminded Agnes of a legendary artifact, the Eye of Basil.

But obviously, even if the Elf King has this kind of unbelievable combat skills, but he is not as anti-heaven as the Eye of Basil, it can be seen from the short battle just now that he can't cast the stored spells at the same time, and the spells launched from the body should also have a cooldown time, and it is impossible to throw them out one after another.

"You can't win, the gods of nature protect me." The Elven King said.

The elven king knows that Agnes has no means to fight back, as long as he is in the elven forest, the magic power within a certain range around him can accept his manipulation, the magic power in Agnes's body has been consumed by him, and the surrounding magic power will not let the other party absorb it, without the magic power, the flesh has also suffered heavy damage, even the demon king, has come to an end.

"Even if you are a demon king, when you are controlled by conceit, then death is not far away." The Elf King said coldly, even if he could kill the Demon King soon, he couldn't see a trace of joy in his eyes.

Hearing the other party say this, the corners of Agnes's mouth hooked, revealing a sneer, and the pale red teeth made her smile extremely hideous.

Conceited?

When harnessed by conceit, I'm not far from death?

Naïve, so naïve!!

You know, the power of this king comes from this consciousness that surpasses everyone!

"Come on!!"

Agnes straightened up, coughed up a mouthful of blood, and coldly spat out a word from her mouth, which seemed to have a mysterious power, and actually made the Elf King's expression change suddenly.

"How so?"

The Elven King's eyes were full of disbelief, and he didn't know if it was an illusion, but he actually felt the magic in the air tremble.

Agnes' eyes flickered, and an irresistible momentum spread wantonly from that delicate body, bursting out like a tidal wave.

"Don't !! it yet"

An unbelievable scene happened, the surrounding plants were rapidly withering, and the meager magic remaining in those plants was constantly being withdrawn.

It is said that it is withdrawn, but it is more like taking the initiative to give, those creatures are not only overdrawing their own lives to give their magic power, but also trying their best to snatch the magic power that does not belong to them, and then enshrine it, all the magic power is like being wrapped in an invisible whirlpool, and it is constantly pouring into a bottomless pit.

And that bottomless pit is none other than Agnes!

Even if there is no magic, even if the body is injured, it can't stop her from reaching the top again, there is no why, and there is no need for an answer, in Agnes's heart, there is no answer to this question, she was born to be a king, and she was born to reign over the world.

Agnes' face looked a little better, and she smiled in the extreme.

"It is the most glorious place for lowly creatures to lay down their lives for this king."