Chapter 1195: The Frustrated Ancient God Sister

Everything that Galin gave had already been secretly marked with a price. As a Loa worshipped by the snake people, Setaris would repay the balance for her believers.

All in all, this meeting was satisfactory to all three parties.

Atul Aman.

At this moment, the earth-shaking battle seemed to be coming to an end.

"Wow!"

A clear bird song suddenly sounded, and Thranduil's phoenix, whose body was burning with flames, flapped its flaming wings, stirring up hot air currents.

When the Fire Phoenix flapped its wings, a large number of sparks were scattered. Its eyes, which were constantly spewing flames, had already vigilantly locked onto the dark evil god on the ground.

The terrifying sea of ​​flames burned and purified everything on the ground.

The body of the Disassembler Mithrax was also undergoing the baptism of the flames of purgatory at this moment. Its body was covered with charred scars, and even the pair of ugly wings behind it had fallen off. The flames still did not stop, constantly rushing into its body from its nose, mouth and ears, madly igniting everything that could burn!

Its life has entered the countdown.

"Yan, let's go ahead and give it the final blow! And by the way, let's try out our new abilities!"

"Wow!"

Following Yan's response, the Phoenix's entire body turned into a stream of red light and merged into Thranduil's body bit by bit!

This is the new ability of the new Fire Demigod, who can merge the fire elemental life that has signed a life contract with him into his own body, thereby exerting the power of 1+1 greater than 2!

"Feel the baptism of the sun's fire!"

The fusion of the power of fire changed Thranduil's appearance.

The flames formed by the Phoenix Fire slowly formed a set of flame armor all over his body. The golden-red flames were like a gorgeous cloak draped behind him.

Thranduil's hair and eyebrows also changed from gold to flame red, making him look very much like the Fuwa Huanhuan.

After completing the fusion transformation, Thranduil jumped down from the air.

Amid the howling of the wind, he raised the Quel'dorei golden staff in both hands and stabbed it into the evil god's huge head!

Mythrax waved his claws, trying to stop Thranduil from falling from the sky.

As a result, his lobster claws were easily pierced by the Quel'dorei Golden Staff, just like an ice cube touching a red-hot iron!

"roar~"

Mythrax opened his mouth in anger, but no sound came out. However, his terrifying roar rang in Thranduil's ears.

As one of the four giants of the Heart of Origin, Thranduil is also not afraid of the seductive whispers of the Old Gods, let alone this little servant of the Old Gods.

Besides, the Disassembler is at most of average level among the Old Gods, and is not as good as Warlord Zonoz and Yor'sahj the Unsleeping, the two right-hand men of N'Zoth.

After Thranduil pierced through the Disassembler's arm, his body quickly moved on its body, and red lines appeared on the body of the ancient evil god!

boom!

Those red lines burst into crimson flames, the tips of the flames gushed out more than three feet high, and then Mythrax's body was decomposed into more than a dozen pieces along the positions of the flames!

Evil and corrupt inky black blood spurted out endlessly from its body.

"Disgusting stuff!"

Thranduil appeared again. He came to the fragment where the Disassembler's head was and took out Xal'atath.

"The same evil weapon, what is Garin going to experiment with?"

Even the fragments of Mythrax's head are like a toothpick to the Blade of the Dark Empire.

Thranduil held the Blade of the Dark Empire and thrust it fiercely into the Dismantler's forehead.

The entire blade of the dagger sank into the forehead!

"Ah! Yes! That's the feeling!"

Xal'atath's joyful voice came, causing Thranduil to frown.

This dagger was filled with the power of the void, which gave him a rather ominous feeling.

"More! More!"

Along with Xal'atath's groans and groans, the head of the ancient god's servant became dry and shriveled, and finally turned into a pool of black ash!

"High elf, give me a new one."

Even after Mithrax's head was sucked dry, Xal'atath still felt too weak and wanted more.

However, Thranduil did not obey. Instead, he pulled out the dagger and prepared to put it into the magic package.

"I command you! Impale me on those corpses!" The voice of Xal'atath came again, but this time his tone was angry and he began to give tough orders.

Seeing that Thranduil did not stop opening the package, Xal'atath burst out with a burst of void power, trying to control the high elf like he had done to the previous holders.

Unfortunately, she hit a wall again!

Thranduil, who was annoyed, held the dagger tightly, and a stream of red-gold flame gushed out from his hand.

His entire fist, along with the entire Dark Empire Blade, was engulfed in flames.

Xal'atath immediately let out a frantic cry: "Damn it! You bastard! This is pure elemental fire!"

"Stop! High elves!"

"Shut up, evil dagger. I don't know what use you have on Garin, but I don't need you to tell me what to do!"

After saying that, Thranduil threw the Blade of the Dark Empire into the package and then directly closed the pocket of the package.