Hate, he remembered that his servants of the Inquisitor called him by that name.

The reason is that he feeds on this emotion of humanity, but whether it is human anger, sadness, or despair... All of them can be used as nourishment for him, making him stronger.

So hatred has always been focused on provoking hatred between humans and humans, which is also a very simple thing in his opinion.

In the past, there were many human wars with his shadow behind them.

To this day, he has been personally involved in the war.

Several of its doppelgangers were surrounded by a legion of unknown origins, and it underestimated the power of the coalition... The parts that had been separated from his body were gradually wiped out.

On the central tower of the seventh floor, the Dark Elf Elders who had chosen to follow the Extraterrestrial looked at the army of Alliance and Horde players gathered below.

The Courier could smell the dark elves emanating from the dark elves just by standing next to them... The smell of panic.

"Courier, why don't you close the door to the core of the sacred tree!"

The Dark Elf Elder questioned the hatred, after the World Tree of the Dark Elf clan was corroded by the gray mist, the consciousness space belonged to the hatred.

The energy that the World Tree needs to draw has gradually become the negative emotions of living beings.

He should have god-like power in this space of consciousness.

"If I replace my host, I'll drown all of these guys in lava, which is not enough..."

Hatred is only a consciousness that resides in the body of the god of order, and the power of Loydel has been eaten away by him for so many years.

As long as there is a full-scale riot in the land of the sea, the negative emotions he collects can help him completely erase Leuydel.

"There's no need to be impatient, their existence is special, but after all, they're just bugs in the field... They can't even set foot in the door of this tower! ”

The adventurers who watched in hatred watched below pour into the tower in the middle of the lava field, his arms outstretched, his fingers outstretched like the branches of a tree.

A large amount of gray mist spilled from his body, and the sheer force of this power forced the Dark Elf elders to take a few steps back.

The entire consciousness space composed of gray mist began to slowly vibrate, and the adventurers who were besieging the twisted monsters everywhere in the seventh layer noticed that something was wrong.

The ground began to shatter, and one after another twisted monsters broke through the ground and the rock walls above and appeared on the battlefield.

The adventurers didn't expect that when they were fighting the boss, there would be a new boss next to them, the problem is that there is not only one brush, and each strategy area is five or six monsters appearing together!

This moment instantly plunged the battlefield into chaos, and the original situation of more than fifty adventurers besieging a boss... In an instant, it turned into more than six bosses besieging a group of adventurers.

The Dark Elf elders looked in shock at the adventurers below who were defeated by the hateful clones, and the originally one-sided battle turned around in an instant.

Just by standing here, they could hear the 'wails' of the adventurers mingling with the angry roars of the monsters, followed by a complete rout.

"This is the true power of the Messenger." A Dark Elf elder muttered to himself.

"They overestimate their abilities......"

As soon as the other dark elf said this, he found his perspective fall to the ground, watching his headless body stand there and disappear into mist.

The final scene the Dark Elf saw was the moment when a thief with a dagger in his hand severed the neck of another Dark Elf Elf.

"Who!"

The Dark Elves gathered around Hate reacted instantly, turning their heads sideways to look at the entrance to the room.

"Fuya, how did you discover these secret passages... Hey? Is this the final boss? ”

A muscular minotaur appeared at the entrance, followed by a team of heavily armed warriors and mages.

The moment the minotaur saw this group of dark elves, there was no nonsense at all, the thunder flashed in his hand, and the next second the arc formed by the thunder suddenly flowed towards one of the dark elves.

The Dark Elves reacted, but to no avail... They simply have no way of using real-life magic in the space of consciousness.

The arc of electricity flowed wantonly on the bodies of the dark elves, and the next moment they were directly roasted into charcoal and poured to the ground.

'These are reality dark elves... Is it a thousand-faced clan in reality? ’

A dialog appears behind the Minotaur, this one from Shail's character.

Shayl also has a certain friendship with the dark elf Thousand Faces in reality, and when chatting, Thousand Faces also instructed Shayl in passing, 'Just kill the dark elf when you meet it on the rift battlefield.' ’

"As if yes, they have a consciousness of their own." The Minotaur controlled by Ciri came to one of the Dark Elves who had fallen to the ground, and after kicking the other with the bull's hoof, Ciri was sure that it was a real person and not a model.

"Leave it alone! Let's fight! The first kill of the final boss of this event must be won. ”

Ciri controlled the minotaur and planted a large number of totems into the ground, and the Fuya army had already joined the battlefield and began to fight with the figure entangled in the gray mist.

"Speaking of which, did you see Al?"

As Caroli controls her mage character to cast her magic, she discovers that one person is missing from her team.

Didn't she follow us before? Shayl looked around the battlefield and saw that he didn't see the elven character with the rainbow unicorn head.

It may have been that their chatter and laughter had provoked Hatred, and the gray mist spread through the room again, and Hatred pushed away Fuya's stalker with his own fingers.

The dark elves, who had fallen to the ground and could not move, began to twist their limbs under the erosion of the gray mist, and when they stood up again, sticky tentacles had extended from their bodies.

The body of hatred is obviously not something that the team of less than thirty people of Fuya's adventure group can conquer, and the tentacles that extend from the bodies of dozens of twisted dark elves are as hard as spears... Directly through the bodies of several mages in the rear.

The mages in the back row announced their death and fell, and at that moment one of their hateful arms was severed by a flashing stalker.

The black arm flew into the air, and a warrior took advantage of the moment to charge, stabbing the sword in his hand into the hateful body.

The severed arm of Hate grew rapidly, and the warriors who were supporting in the front row were directly crushed to the ground by the claws of Hate.

In less than ten minutes, Fuya's adventure group collapsed.

"It's over." After crushing the warrior under his claws to pieces, Hate slowly walked to the only remaining minotaur, "You can't defeat me. ”

The minotaur didn't retreat, but stopped casting his spell.

"Die of powerlessness and despair." He raised his hand and was about to wave it down when the minotaur suddenly spoke.

"You're a bit of a mid-no-nonsense, but wait a minute... Can I ask a question before you finish off? The Minotaur's voice suddenly changed, from Ciri's voice to Qiao Xiu's voice, "How many times can you refresh a monster farm like that just now?" ”

Hate ignored the Minotaur's question, and his fingertips went directly through the Minotaur's body, causing the Minotaur's body to gradually dissipate into brilliance.

"Is it my delusion that your body seems to be a little smaller than before?"

The minotaur left one last word before he died, which made the hated and angry flick of his hand, and directly shattered the minotaur's body.