Boom! Boom!

The powerful explosion caused a wave of air to roll, and the violent impact caused Didima on the side to take dozens of steps back. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Hand of Nothingness!

The McKirk gushing from Chamak's body almost wanted to materialize, and the large hand that came through the space was like a glass statue shattering inch by inch, adding another fury to this grand ceremony.

"Poof!"

Polk could no longer withstand the pressure, and was thrown out like a kite with a broken string, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Polk!"

Ayi, who was watching this battle closely from afar, suddenly lost his face, and with a shock in his body, McKeek could no longer control those cursed black elves!

A great crisis has struck!

"Ahem!"

Lying on the ground, Polk tried to stand up, but the feeling of weakness in his body made him feel weak.

He looked up at his father's figure and couldn't help but smile bitterly.

Even if he only has one percent of his strength left, he can't compete with it!

Are you still too weak?

"Whew-whew-" Chamak gasped, his face beaming, he knew he had won.

"You're damned!"

Da-da-da-da!

Chamak walked towards Polk step by step, a strong murderous intent spreading across his cold countenance.

"Ahh

"Get out of here!"

Chamak had not exhausted his remaining strength, and his voice exploded like thunder, and Didima was already at the end of his crossbow at this time, how could he withstand such an impact, and he fell out at once.

Smack!

By this time, Chamak had stopped in front of Polk.

"You..." Polk felt his throat burn, unable to spit out a word.

"You want to destroy the statue of the Goddess, you want to destroy our faith?" Chamak grabbed Polk's neck with his right hand and dragged him from the ground.

"Father, father..." Polk endured the stinging pain and desperately shouted two words.

"I don't have a bastard son like you. Chamak smiled cruelly and pulled Polla in front of him, his right hand increasing in force.

Polk's face quickly turned red, and the intense feeling of suffocation made him breathless, and his body began to react, struggling slightly.

"Life is so pathetic, so fragile. Chamak muttered, "Only faith is immortal!

"No, it's not like that, father, father, she's not yours, your faith!" Polk's eyes moistened, and his teeth almost crushed.

"You heretic! damn it!" Chamak raised his right hand as Polk's feet slowly lifted off the ground.

"Ahh

Polk danced his hands and shook his feet, his face turned from red to purple, the picture in front of him blurred, and the sounds around him disappeared in an instant.

Da-da-da-da!

Death's footsteps were near, and he seemed to be smiling at Polk.

"Polk!"

Ayi desperately wanted to run over, but the black elf who had escaped from her confinement had already drowned her, and she could only watch.

"Die, die!"

Chamak's mind had long been occupied by the seeds sown by the curse, and he could no longer recognize the man in front of him as his son.

Polk stopped struggling, as if resigned to his fate, feeling his life force pass away from his body little by little.

His eyes were sad and sad, staring silently at Chamak.

Once, his shoulders held up a home for himself!

Once, his great sword held up the sky for his people!

Once upon a time, he was the great pride of the elves!

And now, he has become a puppet! an executioner!

If Chamak awakened his consciousness and faced the reality, what kind of pain would he endure?

Polk thought that all the time, he cared about his father and never cared about his own life or death.

"Come back, father. ”

Polk's lips quirmed, he couldn't make a sound, but he wished his father could see it.

Tick!

The crazy Chamak's wrist suddenly flicked, and he lowered his head, angrily playing with why he couldn't control his body anymore.

Tick tock!

The sound of water droplets sliding down kept echoing in Chamak's mind, and he looked around to find the source of the sound, only to find that none of them matched.

"Where's the voice!

Chamak growled, the feeling of uncontrollability making him uncomfortable.

"Polk!"

A faint cry came from within, and Chamak's body shook, and at the same time, the ticking sound became thicker and thicker.

Suddenly, he understood, his heart was crying!

That's Chamak's tears!

A tear of a son who feels sorry for him as a father!

"No! no!" Chamak roared, trying to re-suppress Chamak's other half of the soul.

Click!

The large hand on Polk's neck let go, and he fell to the ground.

"What's going on!" Chamak tried to push his right arm, but it just wouldn't listen.

"Ahem!" Polk gulped in the fresh air, clutching his neck and his eyes full of hope, "Father!

"Kill him, kill him!" Chamak roared.

Click!

The right arm moved again, but it was Chamak's own neck in the direction of the grab!

Syllable!

The fingers rested on the skin, slowly exerting force, like an iron tong.

Chamack felt what Polk was feeling just now, and as the force increased, the threat of death gradually came.

"No, no, no, no!" Polk shook his head, he understood that his father's consciousness had awakened, but he had no way to control his body, he could only use an extreme way to save his son and his people.

That is to kill yourself!