Chapter 943
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Hatred. He remembered that his Judge servant used this name to call him.
The reason was that he fed on the emotions of humans. Whether it was anger, sadness or despair, they could all be used as nourishment to make him stronger.
Therefore, Hatred had always focused on provoking hatred between humans, which was also a very simple thing to him.
In the past, there were many wars between humans that had his shadow behind them.
Until today, when he personally participated in the war.
A group of soldiers appeared out of nowhere and surrounded several of its clones. It had underestimated the strength of this allied army … The parts that were separated from its body were gradually destroyed.
On the tower in the center of the seventh floor, the Dark Elf Elders who chose to follow the Outsider watched the army of Alliance and Horde players below.
Just by standing beside the Dark Elves, the messenger could smell the scent of … panic emanating from the Dark Elves.
"Messenger, why didn't you close the door to the core of the Holy Tree!"
The Dark Elf Elder questioned Hatred. After the World Tree of the Dark Elves was corroded by the Grey Fog, the Space of Consciousness belonged to Hatred.
The energy that the World Tree needed to absorb gradually became the negative emotions of living creatures.
He should have had the authority of a god in this Space of Consciousness.
"If I replace my host, I will drown all these guys in the magma. It's far from enough now …"
Hatred was only a consciousness in the body of the God of Order, Leuder. After so many years, Leuder's power had been nibbled away by him.
As long as there was a full-scale riot in the Waterfront Kingdom in reality, the negative emotions he collected could help him completely wipe out Leuder.
"There's no need to be impatient. Their existence is very special, but in the end, they are just insects in the field … They can't even step through the door of this tower!"
He watched with hatred as the adventurers rushed into the tower in the middle of the magma field. He opened his arms, his fingers stretched out like the branches of a tree.
A large amount of Grey Fog overflowed from his body. This huge power forced the Dark Elf Elders to take a few steps back.
The entire Space of Consciousness formed by the Grey Fog began to tremble slowly. The adventurers who were besieging the Distorted Monsters all over the seventh floor noticed that something was wrong.
The ground began to shatter, and one after another, twisted monsters broke through the rock walls on the ground and appeared on the battlefield.
The adventurers did not expect that while they were fighting the Boss, a new Boss would spawn next to them. The problem was that it was not just one Boss spawning. Five or six monsters appeared at the same time in each area.
In an instant, the battlefield fell into chaos. Originally, there were more than 50 adventurers surrounding a single Boss, but now there were more than six Bosses surrounding a group of adventurers.
The Dark Elf Elders watched in shock as the Adventurers were defeated by the Avatars of Hatred. The one-sided battle had been reversed in an instant.
They could hear the 'wails' of the adventurers and the angry roars of the monsters even though they were just standing there. What followed was a complete defeat.
"This is the true power of a messenger," a dark elf elder muttered to himself.
"They overestimated their abilities …"
Another Dark Elf had just said this when he found his vision falling to the ground. He saw the headless body standing there turning into fog and disappearing.
The last scene that this Dark Elf saw was the moment when a thief holding a dagger in his hand cut the neck of another Dark Elf Elder.
"Who!"
The Dark Elves gathered around the Avatars of Hatred reacted instantly. They turned their heads and looked at the entrance of the room.
"Fuya, how did you find these secret passages … Eh? Is this the final Boss? "
A muscular Tauren appeared at the entrance. Behind this Tauren was a team of fully armed Warriors and Mages.
The moment the Tauren saw the group of Dark Elves, he did not waste any time. Thunder flashed in his hand, and in the next second, the lightning formed by the thunder suddenly flowed towards one of the Dark Elves.
These Dark Elves reacted, but it was useless … They could not use magic in the Space of Consciousness at all.
The lightning flowed wantonly on the group of Dark Elves. In the next moment, they were directly roasted into charcoal and fell to the ground.
"These are the Dark Elves in the real world … Are they Qianmian's people in the real world?"
A dialog box appeared behind the Tauren. This dialog box came from Cheil's character.
Cheil also had a certain friendship with the Dark Elf Qianmian in the real world. When they were chatting, Qianmian had casually reminded Cheil, "If you meet any Dark Elves in the Rift Battlefield, just kill them directly."
"Seems like it. They have their own consciousness." Hiri controlled the Tauren to the side of one of the fallen Dark Elves. After using the Tauren's hoof to kick the Dark Elf's reaction, Hiri was sure that this guy was a real person and not a model.
"Don't care! Let's fight! We must get the First Kill of the final Boss of this event. "
Hiri controlled the Tauren to plant a large number of totems on the ground. The Fuya Army had already entered the battlefield and began to fight with the figure entangled in the Grey Fog.
"Speaking of which, have you seen Ahr?"
When Carolee controlled her Mage character to release magic, she found that there was one person missing in the team.
"Wasn't she with us before?" Cheil looked around the battlefield and found that Ahr's Elf character wearing the rainbow unicorn head was nowhere to be seen.
Perhaps their laughter had angered Hatred. The Grey Fog once again spread in the room. Hatred directly used his finger to push away Fuya's Lurker.
The Dark Elves, who had fallen to the ground and could not move, began to twist their limbs under the erosion of the Grey Fog. When they stood up again, sticky tentacles had extended from their bodies.
The main body of the Hatred was obviously not something that Freya's team, which consisted of less than thirty people, could take down. The tendrils that extended from the twisted bodies of the Dark Elves were as hard as spears, directly piercing through the bodies of the Mages behind them.
The Mages in the back were declared dead. At this moment, one of Hatred's arms was also cut off by a Lurker.
The black arm flew into the air. A Warrior took advantage of this moment to use Charge, stabbing the long sword in his hand into Hatred's body.
Hatred's severed arm quickly grew out, and the Warrior in the front row was directly pressed to the ground by Hatred's sharp claws.
In less than ten minutes, the Fuya Adventurer Team showed signs of collapse.
"It's over." After crushing the Warrior under its claws into pieces, Hatred slowly walked in front of the only remaining Tauren. "You can't defeat me."
The Tauren did not retreat, but stopped casting spells.
"Die in powerlessness and despair." The moment he raised his hand and was about to swing down, the Tauren suddenly spoke.
"What you said is a bit immature, but wait a minute … before you kill me, can I ask a question?" The Tauren's voice suddenly changed from Hiri's to Josiah's. "How many times can you kill monsters like just now?"
Hatred ignored the Tauren's question. His fingertips directly penetrated the Tauren's body, causing the Tauren's body to gradually dissipate into light.
"Is it my illusion? Your body seems to have become a little smaller than before."
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