"Bang!"
The Sword of Everlasting Grief and the Omen of Sorrow clashed, creating a large amount of sparks. Olica's figure was faintly discernible in the shadows of dusk like a phantom. Wherever the dark elf passed, a terrifying chill of the Underworld would be emitted.
This was a curse from the Pale Queen. After being rejected by Asuryan, the Pale Queen had sneaked into the underground with endless hatred and resentment. Olica's every move carried the chill and viciousness of the Underworld. Even so, the power of the dark elf still made Inani feel a sense of familiarity and even a trace of harmony. The Pale Queen was the God of the Dead, and Jena was the God of Death.
This cold chill seeped into Inani's muscles, just like what she experienced every moment in the death arena of Comoros, just like the countless bloody battles she experienced when Beyetan was shattered, causing Inani's heart to beat rapidly. The God of Death's Chosen twisted her body, her long hair and the red dress under her rune battle suit fluttering up and down. The cyan flames of the God of Death enveloped the Sword of Everlasting Grief. After clashing with the Omen of Sorrow, Inani subconsciously turned around and retreated. The cyan flames illuminated the courtyard of dusk, and also illuminated Olica, who was leaping in the shadows. The dark elf sneered, and the wind of the Underworld became even more violent.
The souls of a hundred dead elves were summoned by Olica in pain and torment, and they attacked Inani together. It was impossible to determine whether these elven souls were unfortunate enough to be enslaved by the Pale Queen for eternity, or had escaped the fate of being devoured by Sin. However, the screams of countless souls made sweat appear on the forehead of the God of Death's Chosen. She knew that her strength was inferior to Olica's. Although she did not understand why this fellow in front of her was willing to become Laing's servant, there was no doubt that she was the original body. Inani began to summon the power of Jena.
The power of the God of Death was summoned from the void. It was an evil purple mask. It greedily stuck out its tongue, swallowing the souls into its stomach and chewing. Olica was surprised by the power of the other party. She could no longer sense and control the souls that were devoured, so the dark elf increased the speed of her attacks. The cold wind of the Underworld and the exploding magic arrows of destruction appeared as Olica chanted.
Then, it turned invisible!
The power of Jena, the god of death, enveloped Inani. His might turned Olica's magic into nothingness. Inani's sword moved nimbly and swiftly, tearing apart Olica's attacks and neutralizing the dark elf's ferocious attacks. She unleashed a Psionic Wail that resembled a dying phoenix. The powerful shockwave knocked Olica back. Even the divine weapon in her hand, Sorrowful Omen, could not penetrate the Soul Wail. The dark elf made a sharp sound and flipped in the air, landing on the ground not far away.
The Dark Elves seemed to be at a disadvantage in the first round of fighting, but Inani knew that she had lost. Her opponent did not directly summon the power of a god. The Chosen One of Death of the Eldar clenched the Sword of Everlasting Grief in her hand. She stared at Olica, her voice filled with confusion. "Even if he is the perfect son of a god, you don't have to serve him."
"Interesting. In the ancient books and records of the gods, your existence has never appeared." Olica was now in a higher and more terrifying state. Her body was shrouded in shadows and the wind of the underworld. The dark elf's amber eyes were burning with the light of a god. "I don't know your origin, and I don't know why you're still alive when you're so weak."
"Because he's not complete," Inani replied coldly.
"After the fall, there were no longer any complete gods, including Asuyan. All of the gods were incomplete existences."
"I have no intention of arguing with you. I want to see the original body," Inani emphasized. "I'm here to ask for payment and to ask for help according to the agreement. For the future of my race."
"I don't think the future of my race needs to be saved by a weakling like you," Olica said disdainfully. The dark elf's gaze made Inani feel pain. It was a kind of contempt from the depths of her soul. "What can you do? You can't even defeat me. With your strength, you can at most deal with a demon prince. You can't deal with any great demon's original body. That's it? You want to restore the glory of my race? That's it? You want to save my race from danger? Let him talk to me. You're not worthy! "
Inani was so angry that she gritted her teeth, but she didn't refute because the incarnation of the God of Death had appeared in the middle of the corridor.
The Grim Reaper's avatar appeared in front of Olica. His robe was made of fire, and the Soul Stone was his crown. His entire body was purple in color, and he was both cruel and cruel. He shared both masculinity and femininity. "You're injured, so you can't leave your original body," Ainkahn whispered.
"What does this have to do with you?" Olica said coldly. "You're just a fragment now. You can't even use the strength of the master."
"I can heal your soul through the soul stone," Inkane continued. "Or, I can pass on the knowledge and power of the seventh path to you through the soul stone. You can choose for yourself. There's only one soul stone."
Olica's eyes widened. The dark elf maid stared at Inkane, as if surprised that he was willing to do this.
This is not an elf at all! He must be up to something. "Why should I believe you?"
"The master of humans has already paid for this," the incarnation of the God of Death continued. "Make your choice! Choose freedom, or choose strength? "
Olica was silent. She stared at Inkane. She could tell that the incarnation of the God of Death had no need to lie to her.
"Join us. You can save the fate of my race with us," Inani said. "We've already sacrificed too much to fight against the enemy of my race, but there's still hope. We'll realize the great dream of defeating the perverts and unifying the Eldar race. We'll unite the survivors and rebuild our home. We'll abandon our past differences and create a new society. We'll unite and create our own destiny among the stars!"
Olica put away her dagger and frowned.
If she chose to heal her soul, Olica was sure that she could regain her freedom. Joining the army of the God of Death might allow her to roam the universe, but she was destined to be under someone else. Because if she accepted the power of the God of Death, she would never be able to escape the control of the God of Death, Jena.
If she chose to accept the knowledge and power of the seventh path, it meant that her soul could only be protected by Laing's spiritual tattoos and psionic energy. She would have a greater future and more room for development. At the same time, it would be very difficult for Olica to leave Laing. Without Laing's protection, she would have to face the perverts' pursuit as soon as she studied the seventh path.
In the Fontainebleau Palace at dusk, there was only the sound of the autumn wind blowing the dead leaves in the courtyard. All the unrelated people were isolated by Olica's divine spell, "Pale Queen's Shadow of the Underworld".
The God of Death's Incarnation and the God of Death's Chosen One were waiting for Olica's answer. Even Inani couldn't help but look expectant. If Olica was willing to join, then the seventh path would welcome a strong ally. The combination of the powers of the God of Death and the God of Death would increase the possibilities for the future and increase the chance of defeating the perverts.
However, the dark elf didn't think for long. She raised her head with a smile and said her answer.
"To be able to be with Master, continue to pursue greater power, and enjoy double the happiness … Why not?"
… I'm twice as happy as the dividing line …
As Olica brought the God of Death's Chosen One in, Laing, who was sitting behind his desk, felt a little funny and helpless.
In the face of this famous "Regent's Consort", Laing had long heard of her. Originally, he had laughed at his thirteenth brother, but in the end, the gray knight realized that he didn't have the right to laugh at him … So, he decided to laugh at his thirteenth brother's aesthetics. Obviously, Inani's temperament was more wild and brutal, giving people a strong sense of conquest. In terms of appearance, she was definitely not as beautiful as Olica.
Of course, Laing unintentionally neglected the fact that when Olica was first captured, she was also full of wildness and violence.
"According to the agreement we reached with the Lord of Humans, and the price we paid for saving the priest's life, I came here to ask you for our reward." Inani was not interested in Laing. The shame of being rejected by Olica still lingered in Inani's heart. She collected her feelings and maintained a fake smile, "You are really a young original. I always thought that you would be like your brothers."
"Mysterious, gloomy, or full of majesty?" Laing stood up, with his hands behind his back, and looked at the God of Death's Chosen One. Inani wrapped herself in a tight rune battle suit. This battle suit covered her from neck to body, and even half of her palms and feet were covered. The rune battle suit covered the middle finger of her hands and feet, and her braids made her look very tall. However, the strength of the God of Death's Chosen One was quite interesting to Laing. Inani's strength was only equivalent to the early to middle level of the Sanctuary-level, and she was also strongly suppressed by this world. No wonder she had died so many times and relied on the power of the God of Death, Jena, to be resurrected again and again.
Moreover, this attire always reminded Laing of other things.
For example, the anesthetic agent, the Demon Ninja.
"No, you are not wise, full of vitality, and good at communicating with others like him." Inani said, "But that is not important."
"Well, wait a moment." Laing motioned for the God of Death's Chosen One to wait while he went to get the things.
The things were already prepared. The gray knight's original body complained that the God of Death's Chosen One was really late. When he received the news that the God of Death's Chosen One was going to deal with some personal matters, he came to find him. In the end, he had to wait for three whole years!
However, Laing immediately scolded his own logic. Just like the dwarves' concept of time, the Eldar, as the origin of the elves, had a generation of about two thousand years. Three years was really a short time.
Just like Belega.
The gray knight's original body took out two things. One was a sharp longsword burning in platinum flames, and the other was a string of prayer beads made of an unknown crystal.
"This is …" Inani reached out and took the sharp longsword. The blade of the sword was forged from the refined iron of the Dwarves, and there were silver runes and porcelain pieces engraved on it. There was also a small line of strange words engraved on it, and the other string of prayer beads glowed with a dazzling light.
"This is the Tooth of Heaven's Punishment and the Prayer Beads of Evil Retribution." Laing said calmly, "The scriptures that I personally wrote are engraved on it, and it was bathed in my blood during the quenching process. At the same time, I also added a trace of my power."
"With this, we can defeat Shalaxi – Demonscourge?" Inani's eyes could not help but shine.
"No." Laing sneered, "Shalaxi – Demonscourge is a Legendary Great Demon under Sin. Its strength is so strong that it once defeated Scarbrand. If its original body descends, even the demigod's original body will have a hard time dealing with it. Even I, who specializes in chaos attacks, have no absolute confidence in defeating this Legendary Great Demon."
"Then what's the use of this thing of yours!" Inani's expression changed as expected.
"These two things won't make your Death God Army lose too badly." Laing said calmly, "At least this sword can fight against Shalaxi – Demonscourge, especially its spells. As for this prayer bead … it can protect you from the threat of Shalaxi – Demonscourge once when you are about to lose. Remember, you only have one chance."
Only one chance, right? Inani did not hesitate and accepted the items, "As a return gift, I will give this to you."
Inani took out a dagger. This dagger was embedded with a soul stone, and it was filled with the divine power of the Death God, Jena. The shape of the dagger was very strange. It was a triangle with a twisted vertical pen, and there was almost no place to hold it.
"This is the Soul Redemption," Inani said. "It can revive a noble soul that is on the verge of death. The target is limited to Elves. Like you, this thing can only be used once."
"And you can't use it. Only Miss Olica can." Inani handed the dagger to Olica, "I hope you can use it well."
It can revive an Elf's life?! Laing vaguely thought of something, but he did not say much. He just nodded and signaled Olica to put it away, "In that case, I can't not show my gratitude."
"This is a space-time force field scroll." Laing then took out a scroll, "Tear it when you need it. It can create a space-time force field and freeze an area. The duration is related to the subspace energy and physical constants, but it will not be less than six seconds."
After the two sides exchanged items, Inani announced that she was leaving. The three heads of the Death God Army would leave this world through the network.
"Master, her power is very strange." After the Death God Army God Army left, Olica said playfully, "She showed me a path that I had never imagined before. Some of the things in it … are quite interesting."
"Interesting?" Laing was curious.
"Yes! Just like Lilith's plan, she believed that only by reviving Nagash and the Lord of the Dead could the Final Moment be stopped. This so-called Death's Seventh Path also believes that only when all the Elves and Astrals are dead can the power of the Death God be fully activated and defeat Sin. "Olica shook her head." But this is very difficult to do, very, very difficult. "
"Yes, very difficult." Laing shook his head. After a moment of silence, he suddenly said, "Did she try to steal my people?"
"Yes." Olica put away the dagger and lay on Laing's back. She said sweetly, "But I still want to be with Master."
Laing could not help but smile. Yes, Olica said that she would be with him forever.
After a while, there was a knock on the door. A maid came in and said that the five "Children of Brittany" were waiting for His Majesty outside.
Olica stood up and stood behind Laing. The Knight King gestured to his five "children". The "Children of Brittany", who had been rumored to be gods in the past two years, entered the room one by one.
Laing had already chosen new names for these five children. They were called "Petain", "Xiafei", "Fuxu", "McMahon", and "Gustav".
They were the five Gray Knight recruits, and they were Clayon's strongest trump card and his final trump card!
Perhaps some of them would be the saviors of the old world in the future!
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