Chapter 636 The End (10,000)

Who is that woman?

What are those black threads?

Why did these black threads get into this woman's body?

Many doubts suddenly emerged in Regias' mind, and then he laughed neurotically like crazy, with tears rolling down his cheeks. Why did the world become like this?

Why did the shadow of the Dragon God appear behind Ron?

Why did the remains of the last Dusk King appear out of thin air?

What kind of existence is that earthworm-like monster that keeps shuttling through the soil?

There is no time to figure out so many doubts, and now there is such a mysterious woman...

Regias has quite good strength after all. He can see that this mysterious woman is absorbing the dead air... That's right, whether it is a ghost or the descendants of the Andre family, the breath released by all dead beings will be absorbed by this woman.

The death aura that was filled with ominousness for normal creatures, and even practitioners were unwilling to be contaminated, seemed to be a great tonic for this woman. Regias could clearly see that the woman's body, which was originally slightly translucent and like a piece of exquisite glass, was gradually becoming solid.

Those black threads gathered in the woman's body, like veins, wandering in every part of the body.

Regias' body was trembling slightly. This woman could actually become stronger by absorbing the death aura. Regias had never encountered such a strange way of practice. Even ghosts and ghosts could not do it.

According to Regias' knowledge, even among the gods in the heavens, it seemed that only the god of death Benavid could use death to practice.

Could this woman be the god of death Benavid?

No, it shouldn't be.

Regias had seen the god of death Benavid eight thousand years ago. That god had also participated in the war to encircle and suppress the last Dusk King. That god was not like this.

Then what is the identity of this woman?

The doubts in his heart became more and more intense.

Although this woman did not show too terrifying pressure, he did not know what was going on. The moment he saw this woman, Regias instinctively felt danger.

The other five surviving ancestors also clearly realized that the situation was very different from their plan. More and more people died, and fewer and fewer companions could stand by and fight side by side.

They no longer dared to devote themselves to the war to destroy the evil spirits alone. They all rushed towards Regias. The six people formed a circle, staring at the surroundings with their eyes fixed. From the trembling pupils, their fear could be clearly sensed.

Thirteen ancestors, now there are only four left.

Once upon a time, they always thought that death was something very far away from them, and they were never afraid of death, but until now, they finally understood that death had never gone far away, and death had always been with them.

It was a kind of fear they had never experienced before.

Like countless sharp steel needles, they were ruthlessly piercing their flesh and blood.

"Ancestor, let's retreat." An old ancestor lowered his voice and said softly.

His voice was trembling slightly.

The continuous death of his companions made him shudder. All his courage was completely defeated at this moment. At this moment, he just wanted to stay away from this hell-like place.

The honor of the family?

The dignity of the demigod realm?

Oh, please.

Compared with life, honor and dignity are of no value at all.

Survival is the real thing.

Regias's face showed some bitterness: "I'm afraid, I can't leave."

The low voice made the faces of the other five old ancestors around change slightly. They didn't understand what these words meant for a while, but soon, they understood.

The evil spirits were still entangled with the survivors of the Andre family. The battlefield was still in chaos, but in this chaotic and bloody battlefield with broken limbs and bodies everywhere, several figures appeared silently.

The first to appear was Ron.

He absorbed all the light shining on him. When there was no light reflected from his body, it was a pure black mass, mixed in with the dense ghosts, and no one would notice any abnormality at all.

Behind him was the six-winged fallen angel, Niafu.

For Niafu, protecting the safety of her master was the most important task.

Therefore, except for the cooperation with her master at the beginning to kill a demigod ancestor, Niafu basically did not participate in this killing. She stayed near Ron from beginning to end. Occasionally, if there were blind things approaching, Niafu would mercilessly pierce their heads.

Next came Patrich.

This sage really deserves the name of a sage.

Compared with strength, perhaps that kind of combat awareness and various temporary reactions during the battle are Patrich's better qualities.

His achievements were great. Although he sacrificed his strongest clone, he directly destroyed an old ancestor in the semi-god realm, and with the cooperation of the corpse of Arriaius controlled by Ron, he also killed two other old ancestors, one kill and two assists.

No wonder the old guy's wrinkled face was full of smiles. He had the capital to be proud of such a victory.

On their right, a young man wearing the clothes of the Andre family appeared. He looked ordinary, but this seemingly ordinary young man was actually not ordinary at all. After he appeared on the stage, the young man's figure quickly stretched, becoming tall and strong, and even the clothes on his body were changing rapidly. In less than two seconds, he had changed back to the appearance of Heferson.

The dark old face was also full of smiles, revealing two rows of white teeth.

Heferson was also very happy.

Although his achievements were not as dazzling as those of Patrich, they were not weak at all.

There were only a dozen targets killed directly by him, and their strength was not very good, but there were fifteen Destruction Realm practitioners who died indirectly because of him... As for the remaining Destruction Realm masters, they were like a group of mad beasts, howling wildly and attacking all beings close to them, whether they were evil spirits or relatives of the Andre family.

The scarlet eyes and twisted faces were enough to prove that these people had long been out of control. Even if they had a chance to survive after this war, their spirits would forever fall into chaos and madness.

It can be said without hesitation that the middle-level destruction-level practitioners of the Andre family were almost wiped out by Heferson.

Then came Philomena.

Philomena did not bother with those demigod-level ancestors. She knew very well that it was too difficult to kill a demigod ancestor with her own strength, and Heferson would deal with the destruction-level ones.

Therefore, Philomena focused her attention on those ordinary practitioners.

In just less than midnight, the number of practitioners killed by Philomena exceeded 500... It can be said without hesitation that this lady was definitely the one with the highest number of heads.

The last to appear were Montelicia and Daphne.

Those evil spirits no longer needed Daphne to continue to command.

The absolute suppression of numbers, coupled with the continuous loss of the top masters of the Andre family, made it impossible for the remaining survivors to stop the invasion of the evil spirits. Even without any tactics and without any cooperation, relying on the absolute suppression of numbers was enough to make all the lucky ones step by step go to destruction.

As for Montelicia, she also did not participate in the war.

Although she had promised Ron before and temporarily joined the alliance, after all, she was the blood of the Andre family. Montelicia was very kind and merciful and could not bear to attack people of the same clan... So, she just used her own power to block the entire battlefield. Although she had not practiced the secret method of space, it was not difficult to use her own powerful strength to completely disrupt the surrounding energy and form a blockade belt of energy torrents.

Although the battle of these people inside the blockade belt was not greatly affected, when they tried to use the power of space to escape, they would be interfered by the energy turbulence.

In this way, no one in the blockade belt had a chance to escape, and her hands would not be stained with the blood of the Andre family. This result was simply perfect.

Even Montelicia was somewhat impressed by her own intelligence, as she could come up with such a perfect method.

The encirclement was shrinking.

The identities of hunters and prey had been reversed.

At this moment, Ron and his people no longer needed to launch a sneak attack to reverse the tilt of the balance.

To be honest, before he really encountered the Andre family, Ron had never thought that the first family of the Dusk Continent would be so weak. They only had a super high realm and strong abilities, but their fighting skills and experience were simply... lame.

Before this, Ron had the courage to attack the survivors of the Andre family only after hearing that Daphne could control millions of evil spirits and trying hard to persuade Montelicia.

After all, in Ron's opinion, sneak attacks might no longer work, and the next step was a face-to-face confrontation.

But I didn't expect that while others learned from their mistakes, the Andre family was repeatedly beaten...

Ron even felt a lack of sense of accomplishment. If he had known this, he wouldn't have tried so hard to convince Montelicia... Of course, Ron also knew that although Montelicia didn't really participate in the conflict, if it weren't for Montelicia's assistance, most of the people in the encirclement would probably run away.

Huh...

Ron exhaled heavily, his eyes swept across the faces of one old man after another, and finally stopped at Regius, then a gentle smile bloomed on his face:

"Mr. Regius..."

"Do you want to surrender?"

Chapter 2 is here