Orc Tyrant

As early as when Seed of Destruction was under siege by the Totem Warriors, Sila realized that it was a trap, but there was a smile on his face.

Conspiracy and plans are precisely what he is least afraid of. He has already had plans to mobilize another force.

"Ok?"

However, when he started calling for a holy thing far away, all he got was a dead silence.

It disappeared.

A variable appeared. After Sila was silent for a while, he finally realized that his master might have made a joke with himself. In desperation, he had to concentrate all his power in this world and try to tear the gap bigger. Only in this way can the seeds of destruction be able to get out of trouble.

As he slowly rose to the sky, Sila's blood-red skin gradually shattered, forming a whirlpool behind him.

It only takes a minute, and he can completely release his power.

But the second variable appeared.

He began to fall-not physically.

Some existence dragged his soul out of his body, pushed it into the rapids behind the curtain, and entered the boundless melody itself of the vast ocean.

They washed his soul, burning, boiling, pouring into his throat like molten iron, filling his lungs.

As a member of the vast ocean, he naturally rejected this invasion and concentrated on forming a barrier of resistance.

However, this does not work.

If there is really any difference, it is to make this fire-like attack even more scorching the essence of his soul, but it also allows him to recognize the truth of this power.

This is undoubtedly Ok's crude waaagh position.

Sila is aware of the existence that drags him into the battlefield of this spiritual realm. He strives to focus his perception on the invisible existence. In this illusory world, his vision can decompose the opponent into a kind of image that can be processed.

He finally saw clearly, he didn't fall, but was dragged down, dragged down in the darkest tide.

Then, the light appeared, and a light-emitting existence could be behind him, dragging him downward.

An Oker wearing a mask.

Through its essence, Thira realized that this was a very ancient existence, even far older than many stars he had seen.

It is now wearing a thick armor with a weird style, with blue and green lines on it, and the three-in-one Ouke skull logo behind its shoulders-this is an ancient imprint that has long been abandoned, it should have been Annihilated and unheard of in the tomb of memory.

Mogdrogen even himself had forgotten what he used to be, and only when the spirit was reunited into one, could he regain himself in the true sense.

He is still the guardian of that ancient dynasty.

Needless to say in this area, the two mental bodies charge towards each other the moment they perceive each other.

The battle axe and the long sword, the sound of iron and steel colliding together, which is also composed of the soul, rippled in the intangible tide.

"That's it, you are just the echo of the past."

After a brief confrontation, Sila had a deeper understanding of what was in front of him.

"A emptied soul."

Mogdrogen raised his arm in the wave, and then fell heavily.

"We are fire, we are flame, we are all as one"

Their weapons beat together again and again, and countless ripples rippling across the vast ocean. After each conflict, Chaos Void itself screamed in response.

This battle has become a contest of will. In the process of constant confrontation and collision of weapons, both sides of the battle have to endure the pain of mental dissipation.

Countless sharp claws protruded from the turbulent torrent, tearing the spirits of both.

Sila's response was to concentrate and slam them back, but Mogdrogen was under their attack because all his attention was focused on Sila.

Those sharp claws scratched Mogdrogen's spiritual armor time and time again, and plumes of white smoke like blood spread out immediately.

The short sacrifice allowed Mogdrogen to gradually gain an advantage in the wrestling.

"You want to drown me in the supreme heaven."

Sila began to admire:

"You are very powerful, I admit it, but unfortunately here I will only get stronger and stronger, I am the master here! Ghost!"

Mogdrogen began to sink, his shoulders resisting the sword that struck him.

Weak! Weak!

Suddenly, a roar came from Mogdrogen's throat.

Then his attack speed exceeded Sila's perception.

I saw him split like a broken firefly, and the entity dissipated in the tide, followed by the wave pierced by Sila's long sword, but nothing was found.

All the obstacles disappeared, Mogzhogen suddenly appeared in the trajectory drawn by the long sword, and his hands stretched out to hold Sila's throat tightly.

"you--"

Sila was caught off guard by this, his sword slipped from his hand, and disappeared without a trace when he left the touch of his skin.

Reluctant to execute, Sila could only stretch out his hand to strangle the opponent's neck, but he suffered even more in comparison.

The conflict raged immediately, instinctively against death.

When they beat each other with murderous intent and rolled in the tide of the vast ocean, Sila saw what he was really fighting against in Mogdrogen's burning eyes.

Those were dozens of angry souls, wearing the same armor, each one as dazzling as the little sun.

They are all ancient Ouks who fell on the planet with Mogdrogen in the ancient times, thus revealing a cruel truth-the real Mogdrogen is already dead.

In the long dark time buried in the ground, those ancient Ouks who died were unwilling to the destruction of the dynasty, and their strong obsession made them gather into a powerful spiritual entity, and found the complete body of Mogdrogen.

It thus became the last guardian of the dynasty.

A smile made Sila puckered her lips, or rather a grimace than a smile.

"You are bold."

Sila hissed:

"Also very smart, but—"

Sila suddenly loosened her clenched hands and slammed her palms under Mogdrogen's ribs.

Mogdrogen trembles suddenly because of this blow, but although the hands holding Sila's neck are slightly loose, they still maintain a tightly clasped posture.

Feeling that her spiritual entity began to collapse gradually, Sila did not dare to be careless, and the hands that penetrated Mogdrogen's body clenched into fists, releasing a shock.

Then something exploded.

"Ok?"

Sila and Mogdrogen raised their heads at the same time, and directly over the tide, the boundless darkness cracked a hole.

Everything came to a halt.

Then, the huge force shook the two apart at the same time.

Under the impact, Sila's mental entity became a little unstable, but Mogdrogen's situation was obviously worse, because the opponent's hands were holding a hot liquid.

"What is it?"

Sila opened his eyes in the torrential rain, and a feeling of weakness followed, wandering through his physical body-this was the weakest moment in his history.

But the reality hasn't been too long, it seems only a few seconds, the only proof is that he is about ten meters below the ground at this moment.

He raised his head, obviously something interrupted their battle.

When the crack appeared, the corner of Sila's eyes twitched suddenly-the third variable came.

"What the hell!?"

Feeling the deadly threat, Guk subconsciously swung the warhammer in his hand towards the rushing giant sword.

Huh——!

The strong sound waves stirred up ripples in the air, and most of the lightning on Guke's body dissipated under the violent impact, and his huge body took more than ten steps to stabilize.

And the giant sword that appeared out of thin air was inserted where he just stood.

Guk glanced at his warhammer, and there was a deep scar on it, almost splitting the hammer head in two.

More importantly, most of the power accumulated in order to kill Seed of Destruction has been consumed.

"Who!!!!!"

The furious Guke couldn't help but screamed up to the sky, and the next second he responded with a scream that could freeze his soul.

"Kayla! Mansha! Kain!"

Above the blood-colored dome, the cloud group turned into a huge vortex, and even the flashing lightning seemed to be sucked back into the cloud.

When the vortex gathered to the extreme, a large circle of purple flames suddenly erupted, setting off a circle of shock waves on the broken sky, submerging the entire battlefield in the majestic energy.

Both the demon and Ouke noticed this abnormality, but instead of stopping the war in their hands, they fought more fiercely.

At this crazy moment, suddenly the light ignited, as if a fire was trying to protrude from it.

A huge and dark form began to take shape in the light. It had the outline of a human form, but its size was comparable to that of Seed of Destruction.

When the flame expands to its limit, it begins to converge, and burning rune marks roll in the air.

A brass arm emitting a fiery light pierced the flames first, and when it bent, it made a sound like molten iron flowing, and then the whole body appeared from the passage.

Looking at Shang's abnormal shape beside the giant sword that was still stuck in the earth, Gu Ke's eyes widened, and the existence that he finally saw clearly made his chin almost fall to the ground.

The body of this powerful creature seems to be decorated with black iron. The blood veins crisscrossing the surface of the body are like a river of magma flowing. The circling thick smoke and ashes seep out of its skin, forming a vivid flame on its head. crown.

It has a roaring and crying expression of horror, its burning eyes are like iron ingots in a furnace, and its flaming temples are floating in the air like burning flames.

After stabilizing his figure, the living incarnation of death roared toward the sky with a promise of slaughter, and then drew the great sword on the ground, thick red blood seeping from its fingertips.

The blood seeped into the great sword, as if it had ignited, and that sword was pointing at Guk at this moment.

Although it was the first time I saw him, Gu Ke unexpectedly felt a familiar breath from the other party, or his intuition made him realize what this existence was once.

"Are you...Dia brother?"