The only remaining eyes were blood-red, still as cold and crazy as when he first appeared, as if reflecting the malice of the whole world, he could still roar, and he still shook the wild, as if a civilization that had been barbaric for countless years had forged the ugliest side.

That is the symbol of evil, the embodiment of barbarism, the embodiment of aggression.

Since its birth, it has not belonged to the side of civilization and progress.

Unwilling to admit that the fall was imminent, the besieged Broken Djinn called out to his incompetent minions to come to his rescue, but neither the grotesque hunters nor the fanatical gnolls could respond.

In the scorched earth of the black bolts of light that rained down from the sky, there were no blades or bows to drive hunting, and the savage and brutal minions were dead between heaven and earth before their masters.

He was alone again.

It's like a hundred years ago when it was shaped by the leader of the Gnoll.

The Lord of the Hunter, who rests on the Shattered Throne, is too weak to even pick up a weapon, and in fact, in his extremely bad state at this time, even without the siege of these god-killers who are disgusting to the gods, the evil god who was born less than an hour ago would have died out of his own destruction because of the shattered godhead.

This "critical illness notice" was even issued by the shadows of Chaos who had shaped Him themselves.

The fact that the "sharp blade" made by the creator hit the core of the god had never happened even in the light and dark war a long time ago, and it really made the well-informed subspace shadows couldn't help but sigh, how bad luck does this guy have to be to suffer such torture?

But none of that makes sense.

Time ticked by, and the Lord of the Hunt was only a few breaths away from his final fall, but he did not intend to walk towards the end in a calm manner.

After all, the things that shape Him are never calm, just like the things that are noisy and can no longer be noticeable once they stop being noisy.

"Get out of here!"

The roar of the gods brought vibrations and shocks, and the filth from its subspace nature was stirred in all directions in a splattering and eroding attitude, and the players who were frantically pedicing and were immediately retreating.

The shield bearers strode forward and propped up the heavy shields that gathered the blessings of the four gods on the ground, forming a protective area of divine power to protect their brothers from being harmed by the deathly counterattack of this evil god.

As for those who are brave and brave, they will rely on their dexterity to climb the body of the once untouchable evil god before the outbreak of this AOE, and rely on close combat to avoid this escaping threat.

Niu Niu and other vampire players spread their wings, destroying the broken shell of the Lord of the Hunt from above, and the greatest advantage of growing wings is to upgrade the battlefield from flat to three-dimensional, so that the sky can also be controlled.

It's like a scavenging crow smelling death and feasting on the dying thing.

"Come up!"

Armed with a heavy sword, Niu Niu stabbed the shimmering weapon into the back of the evil god from behind, and left another scar for the lord of the hunt in the downward pressure and flying, his flight trajectory was fierce and dexterous, and he had already obtained the fighting essence of the blood vulture clan, and held his sister's outstretched hand in his hand in the AOE wave blade to avoid filth, and threw it in the air, reproducing the famous scene in the advent of the Holy Son, so that Sister Pomegranate swooped higher like an arrow from the string.

Her long hair fluttered as she climbed, and her eyes twinkled with cheer as she challenged a formidable foe.

Just like a tiger that does not want to hibernate, running and hunting in the dangerous jungle, only the flesh and blood of a strong enemy can nourish the free mind that is more and more unwilling to be bound, and vividly show a kind of domineering and sassy that is impossible to obtain in the original trajectory of life.

This makes her more chic and more eye-catching.

"Bang"

When it tumbled and landed on the arm of the evil god, it was pushed by the explosion of the warrior monk's qi, making the spirit slash that hit several attacks in an instant also become fatal, and the four five-figure damage that exploded in front of her made the Valkyrie even more satisfied.

Although bullying a dying god does not show martial virtue, every progress in self-cultivation can make her feel full of accomplishment.

However, that confident smile disappeared in the next moment.

Because I thought that I was the only one to climb the dangerous desperate situation, there was already another nasty guy standing on it.

"I mean, you're too late, aren't you?"

Brother Mao, who was carrying the great sword of Songhai Lieyang, had just completed a heavy blow to the neck of the evil god, and in the background of the rainbow clouds formed by the blood-colored light shattering, the bloody sword saint looked at the Valkyrie in front of him in a relaxed but vigilant manner, and he said teasingly:

"Didn't you eat enough today? Why is it so much worse than me on the overall damage list? ”

"Are you number one?"

Sister Pomegranate asked in a cold voice, Brother Mao shrugged his shoulders, and glanced at the damage ranking on the adventure assistant, he couldn't even get into the top three in terms of damage, and the old men led by Teacher Li and Master Yang were holding back their strength to show their hands to the younger generations today.

Even the DPS behind it has been broken, can you believe it?

That is, Lao Qin is not here, otherwise they will really stage an old man chatting about juvenile madness, damn, what kind of old blood is this!

"Since you're not the first, what do you have to be proud of?"

She flashed briskly and brushed past the Sword Master, sneering:

"Such a young person can't even compare to a group of old men, you probably have kidney deficiency, right?"

"Hey! It's a joke! ”

Brother Cat felt that he was being underestimated, so he was full of fighting spirit again, and he stepped on the explosion under his feet, like stepping on the wind, and rushed towards the head of the evil god farther above, holding a sword.

He enjoys the competition and confrontation.

Especially when playing alongside the person you like, although you don't know how many times you have to beat her to make the two destinies really overlap, this question may not require more serious thinking.

If you want to walk with the tiger, you must first abandon the step-by-step lifestyle of normal people, just like two clouds, start a new life without restraint and look forward to the day when they finally meet.

However, the battle between the two of them in the high places was regarded as a provocation by the evil god and received a more direct response, and at the wound where the Lord of the Hunt only had half of his head left, those boiling filthy divine blood was shaped into the image of a crazy gnoll, like a blood spirit spreading, trapping Sister Pomegranate in a shaking Jedi in an instant.

As she was besieged, a storm of heavy blades fell overhead, and Fu Ru stooped to dodge, allowing the heavy sword to sweep through, breaking the two sneaking Filthy Spirits in place.

"You want to be nosy?"

She snorted, and the fallen cat shrugged his shoulders, held his sword backhand with a slash, and whispered:

"I heard that the lockdown is about to be lifted, why don't you have a meal together?"

"Boring!"

"If you don't object, I'll just say yes?"

"Hmph, let's get out alive first."

In the midst of this question, the two erupted at the same time and killed in both directions, and more blood spirits were molded to besiege the two overly arrogant guys, but they were pierced through the air by a rain of sharp arrows as they fell.

Each arrow struck ignited a verdant fire that purified the filth in the air.

"Those two guys are absolutely insane!"

The water lady on the ground moved her somewhat sore arm, and complained to her own husband who turned into a white armored tiger beside her to help fight:

"Although it's a god-killing thing, I always feel that these two guys are taking the opportunity to date you, are they abnormal? Usually when they meet, they will argue and quarrel, but only when they are in joint operations, they will become intimate.

Is it because I'm too old to keep up with the trends of young people? ”

"You're not old, it's the most charming time."

Brother Huozi harnessed the form of a tiger that he had acquired after ascending to the silver, and in a sharp and ferocious attack, he slaughtered all the filthy things that tried to get close to his wife, and he said:

"Those two guys do have a problem, it's not your problem, I don't dare to think about how exciting their days were after they were really together, but the two of them enjoyed themselves, which can be regarded as finding the right way to communicate, so, as elders, we just need to smile at this time."

"That's right."

The Water Lady nodded, turned and drew her bow and shot a charged arrow to burst the little monsters that the Lord of the Hunter kept unleashing as he tried to sneak up on General Maxim from behind.

For a dying god, the only extreme rebellion that can be made is this pathetic way.

But even if the Water Lady doesn't help, General Maxim doesn't need to worry about the back, the silent monster has turned the Skull Crusher into the most lethal third-order mode, and continues to play a bloody rage called revenge against the evil god, just like a warrior who has advanced here on behalf of Translasia, and wants to repay the pain that the Jackal brought to that land several times over.

He just needs to take it in stride.

His lover will take care of the rear for him.

Lady Leenia followed in the footsteps of the monster general, wearing the armor of the Blood Alliance clan and fighting under the leadership of Lord Pa Ying today, but she knew that this might be the last time she would participate in such a fierce battle as a child of the Blood Alliance.

When the evil god falls, he will be truly free.

Therefore, for her, today's battle has another deep meaning.

"Boom"

Like the movement of a blood-colored meteorite falling to the ground, a beam of judgment fell at her feet, shattering the strange blood light that tried to attack from below, and when Leenia looked up in surprise, she saw her own honorable Lord Yvette looking at her with a look of disdain.

"Expecting too much love and freedom has turned you from a deadly assassin into a cat that has lost its claws, unable to even detect the hidden dangers, and it seems that you are no longer suitable for the dangerous war of the Blood Alliance clan.

Rubbish! ”

The astringent leader scolded:

"I don't need such a weak heir anymore, after the battle is over, go and enjoy your shameful life, never appear in front of me!"

"Mistress Yvette"

"Hmph, what a disgusting weak expression, it took me a hundred years to mold you into a warrior, and it only took a few months for that white hair to turn you back into what you once were. Alas, what a shame. ”

Yvette didn't want to say anything more, and although it was Murphy's master's task, it was indeed the first time she had given such a generous reward since becoming a vampire.

It's like your treasure has been taken away, and it's really unpleasant.

So the astringent leader turned his head, pulled out the Shadow Spider War Bow in his hand, and shot an arrow to the ugly heart in the chest of the evil god that had been cut open by Lord Pa Ying.

Of course, the gods are symbolic aggregates, and they don't have a mortal premise that they die if their hearts are broken.

But this blow did bring unbearable damage to the Lord of the Hunt, who had already reached the end, causing him to burst open a section of his body in the most painful roar, and the blood-like "divine bones" were scattered everywhere, and when they landed, they carried a cloud of smoke with high temperatures.

"His shell is crumbling! The time has come! ”

Little Bach's mother-in-law gave a warning, and she cried out:

"All warriors below the Golden One will withdraw from the battle circle, and the cursed power of the gods will hurt you when they fall!"

Lord Pa Ying strode forward in the background of the retreating crowd with the holy spear in hand, the aura of blood emitted by the humming silence causing the blood creations that came close to collapse on their own, and the millennial watcher looked up at the end of the hunt, whose fierce eyes were also glaring at him.

Then, the holy spear was unveiled, and under the ultimate judgment of sin, it was thrown by the Lord with merciless precision, turning into a whirling light that pierced through the enemy at the end of the powerful crossbow.

The final blow was delivered on the already shattered godhead.

"Dangchang"

The sound of shattering glass echoed throughout the Scorched Earth Divine Kingdom, representing the end of the Lord of the Hunt.

The scene was like the collapse of a blood-colored mountain in an earthquake, and the remaining body of the evil god also collapsed like quicksand, half-pulling his head all the way down, like a scream and a curse, accompanied by bursts of explosions and collapses, announcing the symbolic demise of a great being.

These symbols do not disappear with the death of the Lord of the Hunt, and perhaps in the future there will be other individuals who follow the extreme interpretation of these concepts of power and embark on the path of hunting, but there will never be a "god of evil" such as the Lord of the Hunt.

After all, it would be difficult to find a civilization on the continent of the material world that has continued the barbaric tradition for a thousand years like the Gnolls, and without that foundation, it will not be easy to shape this majestic djinn.

God never appears in a vacuum!

Crumbling sand of blood scattered around the shattered throne, like a sea of scarlet sand still reflecting a unique luster, and Lord Pa Ying, who had withdrawn the holy spear from the center of the throne, had no sorrow or joy.

As the godkiller of the final blow, he did not suffer the curse of the fall of the gods, which means that the Lord of the Hunt chose to flee at the last moment.

What a coward.

But it doesn't matter.

He turned to look behind him at the godkillers who were panting in the shattered scorched earth kingdom, and he raised the holy spear stained with divine blood in his hand.

In the next moment, cheers resounded through the broken sky.

Win!

The evil god has fallen, and this battle has been won! ——

"Ah!!h

The roars echoed behind Hugeson, who was walking alone in the swamp, as if there had been a pathetic roar, and the roars that should have been fierce and merciless were now full of fear and confusion.

They could no longer hear the roar in their heads, they could no longer see the blood-colored world, and they could no longer perceive the presence of the gods.

This frightened and bewildered the fervent thugs of the Lord of the Hunt.

But Hurgeson's face was expressionless.

It closed its eyes on its wolf and rubbed its forehead in sharp pain, as if a tumor was being born in its own spiritual world, and as if some heavy intangible thing had descended on the so-called faith.

The evil thing took root from the spirit, stretching out countless blood threads to bind its will.

Xu Gesen could not effectively confront this, after all, the moment he accepted the identity of the Chosen One, his body had already become a vessel dedicated to the gods, and all the honor and waiting was for this moment to come.

Its body is being taken over by the broken spirit of the Lord of the Hunt who has fled here, and it is about to become the last refuge for the evil god who has lost power.

This is the saddest fate of the Chosen One.

They have gained power, but they have also lost their future.

In this regard, Xu Gesen has no unique views, no regrets and losses.

It knew that the fateful moment it had been waiting for had arrived, and in the face of the Lord of the Hunt, Hygson did not put up any resistance, allowing his consciousness to be suppressed and fall into the sea of blood that reverberated in his mind.

It's like returning to the swaddling clothes when you were born, and closing your eyes again in a comfortable posture.

Not.

It can finally rest well and wait for the day of its own death. No, wait for the day of death that you will share with the evil god you serve.

This body is not just a hiding place, it is a final prison cage where the merciless jailer is in place, and the judgment is about to begin.

Murphy, the Creator's chosen one, the miraculous one.

Come on.

Swing your slashing blade.

Break the rusty shackles that bind the gnolls once and for all, and extend a last helping hand to the gnolls who are already mired in the mire, just as you did to protect your people.

The future is entrusted to you.

(End of chapter)