End of the World: Start by controlling a god's altar

"Fuck! The so-called 30% chance of failure, of which 25% means that he can't stand the pain and cuts his own throat, right?" Su Yuan roared wildly in his heart, trying to adapt to the torture that was more painful than any torture.

From the perspective of the night elf woman, Su Yuan looked like he was being stabbed by countless invisible knives.

The flesh and skin on his body kept cracking, then healing, cracking again, and then healing again!

That was the energy in the blood crystal that was transforming and strengthening Su Yuan's body from the deepest level.

If you use mental power to detect, you will find that Su Yuan is not only changing his flesh and blood, but also his bones, bone marrow, and internal organs, which are all undergoing earth-shaking changes.

This is a leap-forward evolution at the level of life!

The elves despise humans and think they are nobler than humans, not all from their self-satisfaction.

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If we compare them in terms of life span, no matter how long ordinary humans live, living to 120 or 130 years old is rare.

But if it is an elf, the most common elf has a life span of more than 300 years!

When everything is over, the fusion of the blood crystal is finally over.

Su Yuan thought he would be very weak. Unexpectedly, after moving his hands and feet, he found that his physical condition was surprisingly good.

It was as good as a person who had a good meal of his favorite food after a day of hard work, and then went to a certain club for a supreme massage, and finally slept naturally with a beautiful girl.

Su Yuan immediately checked his current extraordinary level and found that he was still at the Black Iron Four Star.

He was stunned for a moment, and clenched his fists hard again, and felt that his strength had not increased much.

After releasing the limit of his mental power, he still found nothing special.

"Did it fail?" Su Yuan reluctantly drew a wind blade to see if there was any change in his supernatural power.

In an instant, a two-meter-long, black wind blade was condensed.

Su Yuan was shocked by his own wind blade. Is this still a wind blade?

It is almost the same as the Great Rift Slash of the Space System, and even the light is distorted inside the wind blade!

This wind blade is too special. Even looking at it with the eyes, there is a feeling that the soul is being torn apart.

Although Su Yuan's extraordinary level has not changed, his strength has been unimaginably improved!

He took out a wave-chopping knife and slashed it across the wind blade. He had used a wind blade to chop the wave-chopping knife before, and it could only leave a white mark on it.

But at the moment, he did not feel any resistance. The wave-chopping knife forged with inferior sea soul gold was like a strand of hair, and was easily cut into two pieces.

Su Yuan grinned. This is bad. He can't even tell how much stronger he is.

"At least... at least ten times stronger, right?" Su Yuan estimated conservatively.

"It's worthy of being the blood crystal left by the previous blood elf leader. It's really domineering!"

Although the Blood Lord didn't say it, Su Yuan estimated that this blood crystal was definitely not handed over voluntarily by the previous leader, nor was it burned like the relics after death.

The previous generation of blood elf leaders was most likely killed by the Blood Lord.

How strong would the Blood Lord be?

While Su Yuan was happy, he was also worried about what the Blood Lord wanted to do with him after spending so much money on him?

With this thought in his mind, Su Yuan walked to the deepest part of the Dark Canyon, in front of a tall temple built of rocks.

Behind the temple, there were two huge stone pillars. Su Yuan looked up and suddenly realized that it was not a stone pillar at all, but the two legs of an extremely huge statue!

It was an elf statue with two curved horns on its head and a bat wing on each side of its back.

The statue's legs were slightly bent, and it held two strangely shaped weapons in its hands. The handle of the weapon was in the middle, with blades on both ends, and the overall look was like a crescent.

The craftsman who carved this stone statue was definitely a master. Su Yuan could even distinguish the muscle lines of every part of the statue from these rough rocks.

Especially the pair of thin wings on the back, which were very tense, giving people the illusion that the statue would flap its wings and fly away at any time.

The Blood Lord was also staring at the statue. Su Yuan successfully transformed into a real blood elf, and the Blood Lord did not look at him more.

The two looked at the statue together in silence for a long time.

"What kind of existence do you think this statue is carved with? A demon?" The Blood Lord stared into the eyes of the statue and asked faintly.

Su Yuan subconsciously realized that the answer to this question might affect his future life safety.

To be honest, according to Su Yuan's cognition, those who are qualified to have statues erected are generally heroes.

In order to commemorate the deeds of heroes, later generations spent endless manpower, material resources and time to make statues so that people can always remember the contributions made by heroes.

However, the negative example of Qin Hui's statue in front of Yue Fei's tomb cannot be ruled out. People who are extremely treacherous and evil may also be carved into statues and stuck somewhere.

In short, for any statue of a person, the original person must have done something great and is worth remembering.

From the pair of crescent-shaped weapons carefully carved in the hands of the statue, the deeds of this "person" should be related to the war.

The most critical core question is to guess which side the Blood Monarch is on in that war.

Now looking back at this strange statue with the sky on its head, the ground on its feet, horns on its head and wings on its back, it is obviously not an elf.

"Hmm?" Perhaps Su Yuan took a long time to think, the Blood Monarch was impatient and turned to look at Su Yuan, "Hmm?"

"My intuition tells me that this statue is carved with a hero!" Su Yuan gave the answer decisively.

"Why do you think he is a hero? Which hero's statue have you seen placed in the depths of the canyon, without seeing the sun?" The Blood Monarch had a blank expression on his face, but a strange color flashed in his eyes for a moment, but it disappeared in an instant, and he turned his eyes to the statue again.

Su Yuan's clothes on the back were soaked with cold sweat. He said that the statue was carved with a hero, completely after analyzing all the information that could be analyzed, skipping the rational judgment of the brain, and guessing directly according to his intuition.

However, judging from the reaction of the Blood Lord, he guessed it right.

"Forget it, what can you know?" The Blood Lord seemed to lose interest suddenly and walked into the temple building at the foot of the statue.

Su Yuan took this opportunity to ask the messenger if he knew who the statue was carved from.