Chapter 984 Soul Eater, but Vampires Have No Souls

"Who are you?!"

Malus, who was at a disadvantage in the first confrontation, put away his contempt. Even among the entire elven race, there were only a handful of strong men who could surpass Black Blade in martial arts.

As for the possessed idiot, the great demon Zhakan only felt tired. He had already told Malus that the visitor was Ablash, the ancestor of the blood dragon, but he still asked who it was.

Abrash did not respond. In his eyes, Malus was not a warrior worthy of respect, but just a poor man who was tortured by demons and became mentally confused.

Seeing that the vampire didn't speak, Malus hesitated for a while. He couldn't tell whether it was sent by Caledor or seeking revenge from the Witch King.

Who knows how many evil things the Witch King has done, causing an ancient vampire to personally land on the Elf Island to seek revenge on Drucci.

Is it a battle or a siege...

There was no hesitation for Druzi. Following Malus's order, the Cold Lizard Knights Legion, which had slowed down, began to charge towards Ablash at high speed.

The tyrant would never believe that someone could accomplish the feat of a single enemy. If Ablash was not dealt with here, the assault on Tyran Loch would definitely be more troublesome than imagined.

Seeing a stench coming towards his face, Ablash was not afraid of the backlash and charged back towards the Cold Lizard Knights Army alone.

The Soul Eater's lance, which prides itself on its fatal speed, is like a toothpick pierced by a child in the eyes of the Blood Dragon Ancestor. It is weak, weak and abnormally slow. Every time he swings the cursed sword, several warriors who are proud of Druchi will inevitably die from the sword. Next, turn into a part of the overwhelming blood.

Some cold lizard knights who tried to sneak attack from behind found that when their lances were about to pierce the dark armor of Ablash, their eyes were suddenly blinded by scarlet cloaks, and their vision was obstructed by the ghosts of injustice and blood mist.

Later, these evil spirits turned into entities and constantly attacked the souls. Some of these evil spirits happened to be the recently deceased Druchi compatriots...

The battle lasted only ten minutes, and the lives of nearly a hundred cold lizard knights were already in Ablash's hands.

Seeing that Wu Madman could not stop this single enemy army, several Grond sorceresses accompanying the army immediately mobilized the power of the magical wind in an attempt to gain some advantage in the battle.

But who is Abrash? Over the course of thousands of years, he has worked with several of the world's most outstanding mages, including Nagash, Arkhan, Nikolaj... Of course, to use another word, it can be said that he has worked with a group of lunatics. .

Compared to these sorceresses controlled by the wind of magic, the mad mages among the undead can be much more deadly.

Metal, flame, and shadow magics with three different attributes were entangled in Aborash's body. It seemed to have some effect at first. The cursed sword that could cut the cold lizard and the knight in two at one time actually only It can cut off half of the body, and the scorching flame breath also melts most of the metal armor of the skeletal war horse. The shadow-type fog makes the blood dragon ancestor move extremely slowly.

Seeing that it was working, Malus knew that the opportunity had come. A single enemy army had to face more than just numbers. The army was a complete war system. No matter how strong a person was, there were still shortcomings, but a group of people would not. can make up for each other's shortcomings.

He found a cold lizard and used the power of the devil to forcibly control the brainless, cold-blooded creature. Taking advantage of the chaotic environment in the center of the battlefield, he pulled out an ownerless Soul Eater stuck in the ground and charged straight at Ablash. The back of the heart.

The power of the great demon Zakhan surged in Malus's body, and a psychedelic purple aura enveloped his body, meandering around the center of the battlefield making it difficult to detect his whereabouts.

Hundreds of meters of distance passed by in a flash, and Ablash seemed unaware of the crisis behind him, and was still grinding meat with the Cold Lizard Knight unyieldingly.

Kill him, Black Blade!

At the call of the great demon Zakhan, the Soul Eater spear in Malus's hand shot out like a dragon. When it pierced the chest of an obstructing cold lizard knight, it also penetrated Ablash's armor in one fell swoop.

No matter how frightening the physical strength of the Blood Dragon Ancestor was, it could not compare to the Soul Eater, a steel killing weapon carefully crafted by Druchi. A dark red blood flower appeared from his back chest.

The triangular spearhead on the front of the Soul Eater emerged from his chest. This sudden change made him hesitate.

A smile appeared at the corner of Malus's mouth. He had seen too many people killed by the Soul Eater. Without exception, they all entered a short pause before death, experiencing the pain and struggle carefully prepared by Druzi. feast.

A lance that can swallow the soul and turn it into the user's power. Pain is the source of Druchi's power. This is the meaning of the Soul Eater.

The expected situation of Ablash falling off his horse did not appear. In Malus's disbelieving eyes, the black armor penetrated by the Soul Eater was actually slowly healing.

And Ablash, who turned his head, seemed to have a sarcastic smile on his ferocious and stern mask, indicating that Black Blade's action was in vain.

Malus tried his best to insert the lance a few more points, but now he felt that he was attacking an immovable steel plate. No matter how he mobilized his strength, it was difficult to advance even half an inch.

"The so-called Druzi, is that just that..." Ablash's Elvish language was very unfamiliar, but Malus could understand what it meant.

The Blood Dragon Ancestor raised his left hand behind his back, holding the Soul Eater lance that pierced the heart with one hand. With one force of his strong arm, he actually broke the lance that was carefully forged from black steel.

"This is a monster." All the Druzi who saw Abolash's methods had this thought in their minds. Even the carefully raised ogre slaves, they had never seen such a magical power, relying on the body to use the spirit. The steel lance broke.

Knowing that Ablash was probably the strongest opponent he had ever encountered in his life, Malus felt cruel. He retreated because he was blamed by the Witch King for cutting off the alchemical elixir. If he had a chance to win here, even if he lost most of his men, he could still attribute the responsibility to Malekith's intelligence was wrong, and a monster suddenly appeared.

The power of the great demon Zakhan began to flow out of Black Blade's body. His long hair, as deep as night, turned gray at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the dark tyrant's armor flashed with strange purple veins.

"Ah, the long-lost breath of life!" Zakhan shouted crazily. He felt the wonderful soul breath of countless elves. This is the favorite toy of the Prince of Darkness and the most beloved servant of the great demons of Slaanesh.

"The Great Demon of Slaanesh... No matter where you are, you disgusting bedbugs still exist." Ablash's tone changed somewhat. No undead likes demons. This is a tradition left by the Big Bone Man to this day.

Fighting Druzi may be a matter of coping and interest, while killing demons...

This is the responsibility.

Under the surprised gaze of the great demon Zakhan, the magic that originally restrained Ablash's movements failed instantly, and a cursed sword that was faster than before was swung towards his neck. (End of chapter)