Dark Shadow Shrine

After rejecting the legendary peak half-elf arcane master, for a long time, the elf king was a little restless.

His intuition told him that something was wrong.

In fact, there are two types of intuition: one is supernatural, premonition-like intuition; the other is based on experience, although it has not been reflected intellectually, but the brain has encountered similar situations before, and then through a near-intuitive way Send a warning signal to the body.

That restless feeling haunted Corellon's mind. At first Corellon thought that he was disturbed because of Sehanine's prophecy, but after thinking about it carefully, he was wrong!

What else has been bothering me lately?

"Is there no news about that monster?" In the Kingdom of God, Corellon casually asked the Holy Spirit beside him.

"Sorry, Your Majesty!" The Holy Spirit replied with a bow.

"Itia Ophelia's monster, as long as he has accurate coordinates and pays enough price, even a legendary mage has a chance to summon him. Search for me, there won't be too many orcs with bad brains mages or shamans."

"yes!"

Corellon shuddered suddenly, and the fog in the ocean of thoughts was suddenly split by a bolt of lightning.

"Damn it! It's not necessarily the orcs who hate the elves!" Corellon suddenly became nervous. What a joke, he was the elf devourer, a super monster with elf blood and almost completely immune to all elves' gods and gods.

In the spiritual network, the oracle proclaimed one by one, and he also notified the elves and gods to prepare for the descending of the gods.

The gods seem to be omnipotent, but in fact the gods are not omnipotent.

There are too many blind spots that cannot be touched by divine power perception. And the scope is mostly limited to the ground, and there is nothing that can be done underground.

That is not the domain of elves.

An elven ranger-general raised his intricately carved green longbow and shouted, "Find me that damned bastard!"

In the cognition of the elves, he became an unreasonable half-elf bastard who was about to unleash the worst disaster in the history of elves. The half-elf legendary arcanist is the real culprit.

In the elf territory, centering on the place where the Arcanist had been, almost all non-elves were brutally arrested and searched.

"Oh no. In the name of Corellon, the high god-king of the forest, what have we done wrong?" the half-elves screamed in panic.

"In the name of His Majesty the God-King Corellon Larissian, we arrest you half-elves!" Although many elf rangers showed unbearable expressions, more rangers and elf guard soldiers fulfilled their duty with ashen faces. blame.

"No—let me go, let me go!" A half-elf frantically kept the door of the tree house and refused to let go.

The orders from above were more urgent and more severe.

The anxious elf guard raised his leather boots and kicked the half-elf off the five-meter-high tree house.

"Search!"

Flying around everywhere.

In a palace ruins ten kilometers away from the elven settlement, a half-elf mage wearing a gray peaked hat embraced a pure but extremely weak half-elf girl. He was walking down a dark corridor of ruins step by step.

"Brother. I'm so cold and scared!"

"Don't be afraid, Venier, even if you go to the end of hell, I will be with you." The half-elf legendary arcanist comforted his sister whose fire of life was about to be extinguished.

The younger sister closed her eyes again in peace of mind, not seeing the hideous look on his brother's face at that moment.

As time passed, the two came to a dark underground hall, with dry corpses and dried black blood all over the floor. Let the surrounding have an indescribable sense of terror.

"elder brother……"

"Sleep!" As a legendary grand arcanist, there are many ways to hypnotize a sick and weak girl who has no strength to fight.

Put his own sister who was about to die on the altar full of evil atmosphere in the hall, gently cut the wrists of himself and his sister, and let the scarlet blood flow on the altar, the half-elf arcanist recited a passage about his life. I thought I would never have the chance to recite the mantra in my life.

"O demon who has inherited the bloodlines of elves and orcs! I call your evil name—Itia Ophelia..."

The smell of evil and chaos grew stronger, which alarmed a group of elf guards patrolling nearby.

Soronor immediately lowered his battle avatar and rushed into the ruins.

"Stop it!" Seeing the hall full of scarlet and evil aura in front of him, Soronor launched an attack on the half-elf arcanist in front of the altar without hesitation.

A stern flash of light flashed in the darkness, and there was no dodge at all. It is the last mage shield that slightly changes the direction of the arrow. The huge arrow easily penetrated the Arcanist's frail body and broke his collarbone. It even went through the shoulder blades and nailed him to the altar. The arrow's tail feathers were still trembling slightly.

The divine power contained in the arrow easily destroyed the internal organs of the half-elf, coughing up blood, and the bloodshot eyeballs exuded hatred and anger.

Striding forward, Soronor said coldly: "Do you have any last words? Seeing that you haven't caused any loss to the elves, I can engrave them on the epitaph for you."

"It's too late! Go to hell! You xenophobic and pretentious bastards!"

Soronor's face suddenly changed color.

Because he noticed that the girl behind the Arcanist started screaming all over her body.

Yes, every part of the body screams differently.

That kind of horrifying and supernatural feeling, even if Soronor is a real god, feels a chill.

In the pitch-black hall, a beam of white light shot down directly above the altar, but when the white light reached mid-air, it was suddenly dyed a strange scarlet red.

The gurgling blood gushes out from the wound of the legendary half-elf arcanist, flows along the previously inconspicuous grooves near the altar, and merges with the blood of the half-elf girl on the altar to form strange runes. And these runes quickly glowed brightly, forming a larger summoning circle.

Soronor's pupils suddenly shrank to the size of real eyes.

"This level? God! At least it belongs to the demon lord...could it really belong to that monster..." Soronor launched an attack brazenly.

Three powerful multiple arrows capable of blasting a mountain peak shot past... without a sound. It's like throwing a bomb into another dimension—obviously, the moment the magic circle was launched, the altar in front of you was no longer in the main plane of Ultron Continent. It was a strange overlapping state of the demiplane and the main plane that could only be detected visually.

The blood traveled through the summoning circle at high speed, and after passing through each node, the speed was three points faster. When all the blood flowed through the entire magic circle within three seconds, the evil blood seemed to be given a new life, and rushed to the girl who was screaming unconsciously on the altar again.

The next moment, the girl's feet ignored the curvature of her body. It was completely attached to the altar, and then as if the soles of the feet were stuck to the altar, the whole person stood up straight in a strange posture.

The girl's body began to undergo terrifying changes. The head and limbs began to elongate without limit at the same time, and then the parts of the body expanded infinitely and became huge...

Without hesitation, Soronor turned into a gust of wind, blowing all the elf guards who were driving down the passage to the ground.

Less than ten seconds. The sky is falling apart. A huge monster broke through the ground.

This monster has no eyes, and its body is like a huge mushroom top, covered with black markings. Its body is nearly 800 meters in diameter. The lower body is three huge thick legs with a length of nearly 1,500 meters and a diameter of 100 meters. The shape is a bit like the legs of an elephant. Of course, it is thicker and more disgusting. The legs are covered with huge purple-blue scales.

Below the body of the mushroom. There are tens of thousands of earthworm-shaped tentacles over a kilometer long. There is a huge and brutal mouthpart at the top of each tentacle of different thicknesses. Looking in from the opened mouthparts, the eyes are full of scarlet sharp teeth that are densely distributed from the outside to the inside, and each circle of sharp teeth forms a circle.

What Soronor couldn't accept the most was that these damned tentacles were actually transparent, and one could see how every cruel tooth ring inside the mouthparts chewed up a swallowed elf's corpse.

"Go to hell! Monster!" Five arrows shot out, accompanied by the furious arrows of Gale, and easily exploded the five tentacles of the monster.

Because Itiya Ophelia, the devourer of elves, has the blood of the most noble elf god king of the elves, so all the magic spells used by elves against it are automatically invalid.

The only thing that can cause damage to the Devourer of Spirits is a simple physical attack. However. There is another very important reason why it is called the three ancient evil beasts - because it also has the bloodline of the orc god Gnusu. Therefore, it also perfectly inherited the incomparably powerful vitality and regenerative ability of the orcs.

It's pretty much immortal unless it's sliced ​​into tens of thousands of pieces.

As if to mock Soronor. Itiya made a sound like a belch, and then, in front of the God of Bow and Arrow, 10 bigger and thicker tentacles grew on the spot.

Ignoring the God of Bow and Arrow completely, Itiya moved his huge body towards the place where it sensed the most elves.

For it, elf is the most delicious dessert in the world.

The huge tree surrounded by several people can't stop it at all. The mouthparts of a few tentacles stick to the roots of the giant tree, and the rattling sound of countless mouthparts biting makes the elf who hears this sound in the distance feel a chill coming from the tailbone to the scalp on the top of the head .

Three Centuries tried to harass, but they all delivered food.

"Where are the reinforcements? Where is the nearest reinforcement? We need a super-long-range strike here! We can't let this monster get close to Yongju Island!" From a thousand meters away, watching the elf guards who tried to approach the attack but were ruthlessly swallowed one by one Member, Soronor's eyes are red.

"God, look!" Following the captain's finger, Soronor finally saw a troop that he ignored because he was too focused.

In the sky, countless black dots grow in size at high speed from far to near.

Among the elves, there is only one race with an air force of this size—the winged elves.

Soronor was both ecstatic and puzzled.

Why did the wing elves come so fast, and their weapons... (to be continued ~^~)

PS:  Khan, I have something to do at home, I wonder if the next update can be made before 12 o'clock...don't wait until 12 o'clock.