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Their movements seemed to be wide open, but they didn't really hurt the incoming black elves, they just knocked them back.

Thanks to the delay of Polk and his party, Didima and Green rushed into the square.

At this time, several middle-aged people sitting around the statue of Peolista stood up directly.

Their status is also prominent among the Black Elves, only weaker than Didima and Chamak. With the loss of such a group of people, it has already covered the black elf clan with a layer of haze.

"Gik, Aronardo!" Didima muttered as he saw the two men approaching him, the sadness on his face flickering.

Once they were close comrades-in-arms, but now, they are fratricidal because of a damn curse!

"Didima, you go in, I'll clear the way for you. Green said lightly, his face very calm.

"You get out of the way? no, Green, you can't stop it alone, we need to be together!" Didima rejected Green's offer.

"There's no chance at all together," Green said flatly, "Didima, I'm ready to sacrifice, you must succeed." ”

"What do you want to do?" Didima suddenly felt bad in his heart when he heard this.

"Great Goddess of Darkness, bestow your power on your devout followers! I will sacrifice my soul and my life to you for the thirst for this infinite darkness that will shake the world!" Grimm chanted, his body slowly enveloped by a rising black mist.

The black mist seemed to have life, shuttling through Grimm's body. It's like a leech, sucking Green's life force!

Dark Sacrifice: Soul Dance!

Buzz!

A staggered stream of dark light converged above Grimm's head, and the gray soul figure slowly took shape, dancing a solemn and serious dance.

When the magic formulas were set up one by one, Green's face quickly aged, turning into a cloudy old man, as if he could die at any moment.

"Green!" Didima's eyes were bloodshot.

"I can't beat a few of them alone, but it's more than enough to hold them up. Green's voice changed, no longer thick and thick, hoarse like a large crystallized crystal sharpened by the edge of a salt lake, piercing and sharp.

"Don't worry, old man, we still have a lot of time, go ahead, for the sake of our people, ahem!" Green coughed lightly, and a sword suddenly burst into his cloudy eyes, and his shriveled body swelled suddenly, and his face flushed like a blood moon hanging in the sky!

Green's youth returned, and he was back to his former self.

But Didima knew that this was a return to light, and once the power gained from the sacrifice was gone, it would be the moment when Grimm was gone!

"Don't let me down. Green gave Didima one last look and took a step forward.

Jik, Arronardo, and a few other black elves frantically besieged them, and they felt hostility and danger!

"Hahaha! You couldn't help me at the beginning, and now, it's still like this!" Green laughed, a tear burning out of the corner of his eye, both reminiscing and desolate.

After the end of the war, before the curse broke out, these "old guys" of the Black Elf clan often discussed, discussed, and improved together, because the Black Elf clan could only rely on them.

At that time, with his talent and understanding of magic, Green was often able to suppress others, which also gave him the capital to make fun of others.

But now, he would rather lose himself than meet his old friends in this way.

Click!

After a face-to-face, Green was entangled with several people. With the power of sacrifice, these old fellows naturally could not pose any threat to him. In the same way, he still has a little bit to deal with this group of old guys.

Didima quickly adjusted his mindset and continued to run towards the statue in the center of the square, where there was hope of saving his people!

"Killing, Killing, Killing, Killing, Killing, Killing, Kill

An intermittent and enchanting voice suddenly sounded, like a hypnotic command, awakening the last person left in front of the statue from its slumber.

Smack!

He straightened up and turned around.

Didima was shocked in his heart, and the bitterness continued to spread.

It should have been coming, Chamak, I didn't expect to meet again in such a scenario.

That's right, the last person is the current patriarch of the Black Elf clan, a top epic powerhouse who has stepped into the legend!

It's just that his current state is not very good, and the black silk threads spreading on his face are dancing like attached blood vessels, which is disgusting.

Not far away, the statue of Peorista emitted a purple fluorescence, filled with an evil aura.

"Didima!" Chamak spat out three words, and there was not a trace of blood red in his eyes, but they were very clear.

This made Didima a little dazed, wasn't Chamak under control? No! The smell from his body was not the same Chamak he had been!

"Throw yourself into the arms of the Goddess, we can write a new chapter!" Chamakh spread his hands, his face frenzied and reverent.

Didima was no stranger to this expression, but at this time, Chamak's faith was no longer the goddess of darkness.

"Chamak, our faith will always be the goddess of darkness!" Didima said with difficulty.

"Goddess of Darkness? Did she care about us? Hahaha! Where are the gods we worship when the war is smoking? They are so high up that they will only look at us like ants! They are so-called gods! But they were once part of this continent! They can be gods, why can't we!"

"Crazy!" Didima scolded.

"It looks like we're going to fall apart, but it's okay, only the newborn devout will join us!

"It's not time yet, I'm going to destroy you!" Chamak stared at the statue, his momentum slowly climbing.

Rumble!

The thunder is magnificent, indicating the arrival of a great war, or the dissatisfaction and sorrow of God.