In the city of Sintra, the eight-armed ghost temple is wreaking havoc, the city is becoming unrecognizable with blood and fire, the rolling rubble and rubble are killing and injuring countless living beings, alarms, screams, and cries are everywhere, but the most striking thing is the earth-shattering roar of the trolls, which is like an ancient beast. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Hundreds of escorts launched a frantic attack, arrows and spears flew through the air, forming a dark rainstorm in mid-air that covered most of the trolls, and the power of colorful veins surged, and the night was dyed with a magnificent layer of neon. After a few rounds of attacks, the troll was nearly unscathed by its hard, shell, but was enraged by the tiny ants, rolled its arms wildly, trampled its feet, and in the blink of an eye, countless guards were crushed into meat sauce.

In the night, more than a dozen dazzling rays of light suddenly appeared, and it was a group of half-adult bloodline battle leaders who rushed forward - the ash python Midgar, the green-eyed blue wolf Yin Finkx, the thorn armor emperor lion Moluo, and all kinds of mixed species.

Light, light! Tear through the night, pierce through the darkness! With the will and glory of the mighty, they circled upwards towards the eight-armed demons without hesitation. The troll frantically flailed his arm, and with a single blow, a half-grown warlord was crushed to pieces.

And the battle leader who successfully climbed onto the troll's body exploded with a bang, and in an instant, several huge mushroom clouds rose up, and the eight-armed demon let out a painful wail for the first time, the solid blue-gray cuticle cracked and broken, and the pale golden flesh and blood were splashed everywhere, and its legs and knees suffered a lot of injuries, and it could not support the weight of its body, and it fell to the ground in the huge turmoil like the sky and the earth.

"Frost Flower - Prepare - Release!" "Loud and majestic command pierced the demon howl, and dozens of solemn and waiting forces unleashed their power towards the huge monster that was close at hand, and countless conical frost flowers strangely merged into one.

Dense hexagonal fine snowflakes suddenly appeared in the void, and they expanded rapidly.

In an instant, a huge hoarfrost descended, and the temperature in the nearby field plummeted, as if from the warm spring to the harsh winter, it was about to freeze the entire space!

The miserable white and crystal frost ran along the ground, in all directions, and closed towards the eight-armed demons.

The trembling of the body of the troll lying on the ground changed from movement to stillness, a miserable white frost and snow swept through the hideous pupils, and the facial expression condensed into a sluggish and stiff, and in a short moment, this unstoppable and monstrous monster turned into a huge and friendless ice sculpture, silent!

Countless sobbing voices rang out, and the army and hunter troops began to clean up the army of ghouls that were still raging.

In the night, black wings soared, and two figures swept the wind and quickly reached the ice sculpture.

"I'm sure I'll find it, McCarvey, Barbara, they're still in the ice sculpture!"

Claire muttered to herself, searching for the monster in great detail, and the silver-armored Rodin was equally meticulous in helping, although his thoughts were still in the dejected eyes of the Lienon.

Half an hour later, at the location of the second appendage of the eight-armed demons, they saw the three familiar faces. At this moment, McCarvey's eyes were expressionless, and the two women hugged his arms tightly, and their expressions of innocence were frozen into eternity.

"What kind of magic is there about this guy that can attract these women to die for him?!" Rodin sighed secretly.

"Haha! Sure enough, they're still inside, and this time I'm going to avenge George with my own hands!"

Claire's baby fat face showed a hint of madness, and the tragic death of Lienon and the vendetta of her brother made her lose her mind. She picked up a broken blade at random, "I'm going to chop you inch by inch, leaving nothing behind!"

Suddenly, ......a lightning-fast pattern cracked across the crystal clear ice sculpture.

Claire looked stunned, and her eyes were blank.

"Oops!" "Kazkaz ......" burst with a continuous crunch, dense cracks covered with ice sculptures, and countless crystal shards slid down like shaved ice.

The ice ballast is shining, the eight arms are dancing, and the sorrow is everywhere.

The soldiers who approached the eight-armed demon to take care of the battlefield faced this sudden blow and fell into a catastrophe.

In the eyes of the two, McCarvey opened his eyes suddenly, and the corners of his mouth curled into a sarcastic arc.

Rodin picked up Claire and tried his best to fan his wings, but in the center of his vision, a swarthy appendage with a chilling wind knife pressed down like a mountain in an instant.

The wind blew the two of them to hunt and scatter, and at this moment time seemed to stand still, the sword of Damocles hung high above his head, and the stunned exclamations of the guards around him pressed a pause, and the pressure of the tide came head-on, and the breath of death was like an invisible hand tightly choking his heart, just waiting for the five fingers to close and harvest their souls.

......Suddenly, a shattering sound sounded, a fragment lurking in the depths of the soul flickered, and the power in the darkness awakened the instinct of the body, and he snatched the mutilated blade in the opponent's hand, and a scorching heat in his pupils seemed to burn through the heavens and the earth. In an instant, he felt that all the power of the ancestral dragon in the blood seed was swept away, and it was scattered on the sword body in a special and familiar way, and the extremely intense black light diffused, and the soul and will were urged to the extreme, as if they were about to break out of the shell to form a substance.

Without hesitation, its unsightly broken blade slashed towards the huge terrifying appendage!

"Black Sun Sword Technique-Dark Flame Fluctuation Sword!" In the blink of an eye, a round black gear like a full moon was born from the void, with an endless leaping black arc, and the naked eye could not distinguish the appendages that swept over the eight-armed thunderous appendages.

Without the slightest hindrance, it was like a sharp blade cutting into tofu, and the appendage was split from it, and the cut was as smooth as a mirror.

"Roar......" In the tragic cry of pain, pale golden blood splattered, and the gears rotated back and forth in a very small area like a whirling scimitar, cutting the appendages into several pieces again, the fainter the traces, and finally annihilated in the void.

"Huh...... The eight-armed ghost brake has become seven-armed!" There was a sneer, and suddenly a piercing wind swept in, and the enraged troll slapped the other appendage over.

He used the last of his strength to push Claire, stunned, away.

"Click...... The crunch of his bones crushed him by his sharp fingers and claws, and if it weren't for the blood of griffins, wood pith, and petrified lizards, he would have been crushed.

The eight-armed demon grabbed him in front of him, and opened its large, black hole-like mouth, revealing jagged jagged teeth—the largest of them was larger than his body.

A strong rancid wind struck him and almost knocked him out. The death of boundless darkness and silence is his ultimate belonging?

Just give up and meet death quietly, or use this depleted body to make an impotent struggle?!

To be a peaceful dead or a pathetic struggler?

"No...... Never give up!" His cheeks bulged out like a deformed mouthful of steel teeth, and his mouth was full of blood! His fragile bones struggled desperately in the troll's palm, reddened with a continuous crunch, as if under the scorching flames! In the left eye next to the black blindfold, blood slid down his face, carving a strange symbol on his pale cheek.

Grinning at the jaws of the abyss, is he making ignorant mockery, a final outpouring, or a desperate prayer!?

The funny thing is that no matter how much he struggles, it is insignificant to the final outcome! In the river of fate, the weak can only passively endure, sadly suffocated and drowned.

......

"Fearmonger, Lord McCarvey, what you have done is already challenging the bottom line of our Eternal Song Council!"

The majestic and loud sound of the horizon fixed the abyssal jaw in front of him, and the eight-armed ghost suddenly hung down the appendage that held Rodin.

It was in an embarrassed state at the moment, the explosion of the battle leader made it all over the cratered burns, forcibly breaking open the large cuticles of the ice sculpture and tearing it, dripping with blood, and its energy was no longer as sufficient as it was at the beginning. And that voice actually made the behemoth tremble.

As he spoke, an emaciated old man with gray hair and a light blue robe suddenly appeared high in the air in front of the troll. The robe fluttered wantonly, and he floated silently as if he were walking on the ground, his face with a palpitating solemnity.

"Huh...... Who should I be?, so why are you so nosy, you old immortal?!"

McCarvey in a black tuxedo came to the top of the troll's head at some point, a sarcastic smile on his lips and a madness in his eyes.

"What you have done has exceeded the scale, don't hurt the innocent anymore, change places with me!" the old man said flatly, with a wave of his hand, the scene changed in an instant, and the two sides of the confrontation teleported to a wild and uninhabited place, and there was no shadow of Sintra in sight.

"You guy, why do you always use witchcraft on me without permission, which makes me very unhappy!?"

After finishing speaking, the troll's arms suddenly closed towards the blue-robed old man's thunderous thunder, "Bang!" There was a loud bang, and the invisible barrier around the old man's body flowed from the void, firmly resisting the attack.

"Old thing, what do you mean by not staying in the capital honestly and coming over to sabotage my operation?"

"As one of the ten apostles of the withering of all things, you did not take the lead in following the contract of the two associations, but blatantly broke the agreement, how can I sit idly by. But it seems that your fear mask cultivation is not at home! There is still no time to break through the Great Witch!"

"Hmph, no matter how you say it, it's much stronger than you, an old man who has been wandering around the Yang Spirit Rank for hundreds of years!"

"Tell me, what are you going to do with today's matter!" McCarvey asked with a gloomy face, "It should be how you are going to explain to your immediate boss, I will naturally let the speaker protest!"

"Isn't it just a few hundred reckless men and powerful people, and there is no wizard damage, so it's worth making a big move?

The conversation between the two great witches entered Rodin's ears without falling into his ears, and he breathed hard under the augmentation of his appendages, his chest rising and falling rapidly, but his heart was full of turbulent waves.

"Isn't the Yongge Council as close as fire and water to the withering of all things? Is there any hidden deal between them?!

"Hundreds of lives have been lost in vain, what is there to talk about?!The wizard really treats mortals like ants?!"

The blue-robed old man smiled, "I'm first and foremost a wizard, but I'm also a human being. Look at you, it's only been more than ten years since you joined the withering of all things, and you've only been a fear-monger for three years, but you've been a ghost or a ghost, you might as well recall, do you remember your former wife and children?"

"Why is there so much nonsense!?If you want to fight, you can fight, if you don't fight, let me go!" McCarvey roared angrily, and the blue-robed old man showed a meaningful smile, "Take your two little resentful women away, and the evil obstacle of the Demon Yuan will be left!"