After saying cruel words to Martin, Terror's illusory demon eyes swept towards the other Chaos Warriors, and suddenly snorted coldly: "Hmph! A group of waste, six demigods can't defeat a group of mortals and a demigod from another world. You guys, destroy it!"

"Ahhhhhh......h

The will of terror departed, with pride and charity, as if a beggar had just been sent away with great mercy.

Martin's upset is for sure!

No guy with a backbone would be willing to accept such a handout!

What is hateful is that the fact in front of us is that this world order is too different from the god-level combat power of Chaos. The most awesome Sigma on the side of Order is just a new god who relies on 20 million human spiritual power to maintain divine power. This is a significant gap compared to the four gods of chaos that crisscross several or even dozens of worlds.

It's a blessing to be able to find a way to keep this Kaos world!

Of course, Martin wanted something more.

Gritting his teeth in hatred, Martin knew he was going to work harder.

But then again......

"Six demigods, I slaughtered four, who did the other two?" Martin was a little puzzled, but also a little happy.

If he is all on the order side, then it proves that there is really no one in the order. Now, Martin has a slight sense of anticipation.

At this point, Valrhona picked up something similar to a bracelet: "What is this?"

It was a delicate little chain of six ruby-like gemstones, three of which had faded, and one of which was rapidly lightening in color, from a brilliant red to a muddy red like dried blood.

"Huh?" Martin noticed that the system scan showed that the lightening gem was actually linked to the vitality of the recently deceased Dutern.

Not only that, but the other two gems that were still shining were not good for them.

Karna was surprised: "Could this not represent the fate of the six demigods arranged by the Chaos Gods on the southern desert?"

"It should be. "Martin interface.

At this moment, two hundred kilometers away, near the coastline of the Tyrells. A shocking duel is gradually coming to an end.

It was a decisive battle between a richly clad Slenish demigod and a fiery man.

The man wore a mage robe with blue trim on a white background, and a white top hat that looked a little ridiculous, like a bullet. It's just that there are terrifying fluctuations of magic on it, as if the hat itself is a wind of magic that only the highest level archmages can control.

In his right hand, he held a sword weapon that was almost like a Star Wars lightsaber, and from the palm of his left hand to the outside of his body, there was a swirling flame.

With his typical elven pointed ears and a handsome face that would make even women jealous, it was clear that he was an elf, but not the most well-known wood elf on the Kaos continent.

Wood Elves don't have mages!

There is only one race in history that can have such an amazing ability to manipulate the wind of magic—the High Elves.

"[Feast of Crows]!" the High Elf snapped, and the Raven Lord Covius pierced through the void. As soon as it raised its black wings, countless black crows flew out of thin air and swarmed upwards, trying to blind their enemies with their sharp pecks.

"Ahh

As he hurriedly responded, the man suddenly rushed up at an accelerated pace, and the lightsaber in his hand pulled out a long arc of light.

"[Phoenix Flame]![Lu Yin Flame Sword]!" After two consecutive chantings, the man's whole body turned into a mass of fire meteors that attacked at high speed.

The earth is scorched by the aftermath of the flames!

All the moisture in the air is evaporated!

An amazing sword!

Unable to dodge, the demigod almost gritted his teeth and raised his sword to parry the blow.

"Bang-" The crisp metal clash sounded.

As a result, the demigod's sword was cut in half along with his body. The demonic body still hadn't saved his life. Compared to his recovery power, the divine flames that burned on him were even more terrifying.

"Bastard......" the demigod murmured in astonishment, but the last of his life force was indeed fading, "Do you think you've won, and five more demigods are waiting for you in Estaril......

"Five, how do I feel like you're almost the last one?" said the elf known as Teklis, with a very gentle smile.

The demigod looked at the chain with six rubies in Teclis's hand, and saw four gems that had dimmed, and the last two were also beginning to darken, and he was completely stunned.

"Impossible......"

These were the demigod's last words.

At this moment, suddenly a cold arrow shot at Tegris's back. It was only in mid-air that the arrow was slashed by a giant strange sword.

A scream was heard, and not long after, an elf dressed similarly to Teclis appeared.

It was a Horus Juggernaut who only had a description in legend.

"It's all over?"

"Yes, my lord!" Juggernaut bowed deeply, "Are we going to Estaril now?"

Tyclis suddenly said: "Change the itinerary, let's find a boat to go back to Turtle Island!"

The Juggernaut noticed that there was a smile on the corner of his master's mouth. He was also stunned: "My lord, is there anything to be happy about?"

Teclis was slightly stunned: "Uh, do I seem so happy?"

"Yes, you haven't laughed since you knew the prophecy and took us out of the maelstrom. Especially after you know you have to come to the bloody championship, your face is very gloomy. "The Sword Master told the truth.

"Well, I must admit, there's something that makes me happy!" Tyclis raised the ruby bracelet in his hand, "There are six gems here, symbolizing the lives of the six Chaos demigods sent to snipe us. ”

This time, the Sword Saint was stunned: "Five are dead, and one is ...... Who did it?"

"I don't know. I deduce that at least four demigods were killed by the same Order powerhouse, because the time of death is quite close and the frequency of death is very similar. It seems that the humans we see as savages or the dead dwarves in the mountains have made a remarkable character. At least this time, we're not under so much pressure. Teclis had an admiring look on his face.

The High Elves claim to be the guardians of the world, and they have done so for thousands of years. The high status that can be achieved is the opposite of the tragic price.

No race wants to bear all the sacrifices alone, and if there is a decent helper, it is undesirable.