ps1: Cough cough, I forgot to say it yesterday. Thanks to the huge lung capacity displayed in Zhu Chang's breathing, it is not something that the wizard with great physical fitness can have.

But the elves couldn't recognize them. Although they were beyond the ordinary seventh-level powerhouses and there were four, their experiences were infinitely close to zero - they had no use. The conclusion was that the reason why they followed Kaos to the north to perform missions was just because the older generation of elves wanted to increase the experience of these young people.

But now it seems that from various aspects, the performance of these elves is extremely disappointing...

"The sudden surprise of inexplicable surprise is really caught off guard..." Ron laughed, "This kind of luck...well, human wizard, I'm not interested in you, but I think..."

"You need to go with us!" The four elves took a step forward at the same time, and the heart-wrenching power emanated, blowing the wizard's robe sounded. I don't know if it was because of its own confidence in its own power or whether it was born with a contemptuous attitude towards non-elves. After "uniform" the wizard who seemed to have great intelligence, he began to talk to himself: "Do you want to bring him to Professor Kaos? Are we going to avenge our compatriots?"

"The mission is important. We cannot act so short-sighted. If you take revenge, you can do it anytime, but in one day, the witch of fate may change its whereabouts and the opportunity will disappear in vain!" Ron said coldly.

"But... the professor is still sick. If he disturbs him at this time..." another elf hesitated.

"Kaos is sick, is it serious?" A voice suddenly penetrated and the topic turned in another direction.

"It's quite serious. When it's serious, we don't dare to get close..." The elf replied casually. After that, he felt something was wrong. The frightened wizard turned out to be abnormal and gave him a sense of fear, "You..."

"The elves have indeed fallen... so all this makes people sigh." Before the elves could say anything, the elder's staff thrust out like a poisonous snake. The magic crystal on the top of the staff hit the elves' head. With a light sound, the elves' seven orifices spewed out blood, and their brains were already ruined. "To borrow your words, the sudden surprise of inexplicable surprise came, which really caught people off guard..."

The staff was slightly back, and Ron's half-out of the battle sword was knocked back. Caesar then took back the staff and inserted it on the ground casually, stretched his hands to both sides. The battle swords of the two elves on both sides were snatched in his hands, and a clanging sound was buzzing out of the shower.

"Don't think too much about pain and death, just a moment." The two battle swords crossed, the blade touched, pulled outward, and a splashing sparkle belt was dragged out. Caesar's face hidden under the hood showed a cold look. He stepped on the footsteps of killing. The battle sword brought out a cold wheel of light. The crescent-moon knife marks spread out brilliantly under the sunlight. Caesar circled around the elder's staff inserted on the ground. The sword edge danced, crossing the trajectory of death, without blood or pain, only the sound of weapons cutting the body was endless. The light wheel was like a blazing, unfolding the puppet line of death, entangling the existence of life.

"Falling into the abyss of darkness." Caesar's body stopped suddenly, and with a flap of sword, two drops of blood slowly slid down. Caesar walked out of the elves' encirclement. A breeze blew, and the bodies of the four elves collapsed, layer by layer, blood flowed, piled up into a pile of indistinguishable flesh and blood, but the four heads were still well preserved because they were useful.

A long roar in the sky, white light shining, the dragon and lion fell from the sky, and arched Caesar intimately, saying hello, and then roared a series of bass sounds. After hearing this, Caesar nodded repeatedly. After staying with the dragon and lion for a long time, the connection between the soul gradually became clear, and he could slowly understand the meaning of the dragon and lion.

"...It seems like a good opportunity, what do you think?" Caesar smiled slightly, patted the dragon lion's head, and the dragon lion nodded in agreement. Caesar took out four great war javelins from his portable space, one by one, nailed the elf's head to the gun head, and then carried the four javelins and stepped on the dragon lion's back: "Take me to see."

Carrying four javelins in his left hand and pinching them with his right hand, he knew that the two battle swords seized from the elves were pinched into a solid iron ball. Caesar knew the spiritual sense of the eighth-level strongman. Even if Kaos seemed to be sick, he would not dare to get too close. However, the far black spots had already shown that there was someone there, and the dragon and lion's reaction had explained the whole problem - Kaos was there.

"It's so boring to kill..." Caesar muttered in a low voice, "But no one can stop me if you kill because of protection. Although you also have your own family and friends and your own lives, you are the ones who take action after all. Since you have the determination to kill, you should face the fate of being killed."

"Dragon and lion!" Caesar roared, stretched out his hand to press the gun rod, and four javelins drew half of the arc, aiming the tail end at Caesar. Caesar punched out and hit the tail heavily on the gun. The huge pushing force knocked the javelin away and rushed towards Caesar. At the same time, the two wings of the dragon and lion flapped a loud bang, and with the help of the generated buoyancy, it offset the recoil of Caesar's punch. One person and one lion watched the javelin rush towards Caesar, and actually laughed sinisterly at the same time.

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Since the destruction of the World Tree and the Sun Well, the difficulty and barrier between the sixth and seventh levels have been increased tenfold, not to mention the seventh and eighth levels. It was originally a striking genius in the clan who could enter the eighth level in a hundred years, but Caos, who was frustrated by the failure of the high elves, was remembered and became an obstacle in his heart. He could not overcome that obstacle for a long time. The distance between the seventh and eighth levels was even farther than that of the sky and the earth, which took him two thousand years.

Well, in two thousand years, I haven't even been able to hold up any of the farts.

Then there were all kinds of pressures, looking for ways to advance like crazy, but he had no idea. In the end, he gradually became extremely crazy and chose the crazy idea recorded in the diary of the Saint who had been brought out from the ashes of the Sun City, and came into contact with the realm of chaos - the Guardian of the Jungle had a series of skills to summon, but Kaos went to the extreme of madness, killing, killing, devouring, and soaking the elves' bodies with the blood of beasts, integrating everything into his body, forming a rolling earth of creation, which is the most unsolvable chaos.

When the soul attributes of six hundred and sixty-six beasts merged into their own body, Kaos died. Another person, who had sixty-six lives, woke up with his own chaotic changes.

The body that comes afterwards is used to shoulder the burden of the deceased. High elves no longer exist, but forest elves have survived. Don’t forget the shame of the Sunwell, don’t forget the collapse of the World Tree, don’t forget the fire of the Sun City. Before that, we must live well... Let’s lead the tribe members to live hard. The Sunwell is gone, we still have our own blood, the World Tree is gone, and we still have our own backbone.

But...thing went against my wishes... Those who survived back then were the best young people. The saints led their fathers to resist the invasion of the enemy, but entrusted the hope of survival and revitalization to a group of so-called geniuses... All of them died, and those who dared to stand in front of mankind were all killed in battle. But they were still ashamed of the entrusting. Now the new generation of elves are mostly idiots with ridiculous pride. Their parents did not teach them the forbearance and efforts after the pain. The so-called elves' pride and superiority have learned a lot. Without strength, everything is nothing and vague clouds. After the wind blows, they are then destroyed and vulnerable.

The life of ordinary humans is only a hundred years, and professionals can only live longer. Even the human saints with the power to destroy the world. Under the corrosion of time, even the Undead Emperor, who knows the meaning of life and death best, can last for three thousand years. However, the Seven Saints of each generation are extremely talented, and the Seven Saints of each period can firmly occupy the dominance of the continent. Each generation of the ultimate legion maintains the terrifying combat power of fighting against ten thousand troops and thousands of miles, as if humans always emerge in heroes, but the elves are withered. Why is this? Ordinary elves can live longer than the saints, why? Why are the elves...

The sound of wind came, and Kaos looked into the air, but the four javelins were as fast as lightning, and they were nailed in front of Kaos. The elf looked at it intently, and his eyes became cold.

The people who killed them were terrible... Looking at the blood on the gun bar, it means that the head was nailed to the tip of the gun at first, and when it flew over, the head was subject to air resistance and slowly slid backwards, but it was always in sync. When nailed to the ground, the heads of the four tribesmen also remained in the same line. The open eyes of the four tribesmen were shocked and fearful, and even hysterical despair.

"...It's really, useless waste!" Anger arose in Kaos' heart, he was really angry.

Even the witch's shadow was not seen, and the eight seventh level brought by him had been completely damaged, and it was not the witch who took action - the witch of fate was not good at close combat, and was even less good at physical activities, so he did not have such ability.

He looked in the direction of the javelin flying, and was waiting coldly for his enemy. Since he had this kind of power and skills, it should be a physics profession in melee combat. Without a large-scale attack method, he could always maintain his immortality.

Unexpectedly, an orange-yellow light flashed across the sky.

The purple thunder seemed to gather all the light that can be gathered.

A leisurely long roar resounded throughout the sky, and the roar of a dragon that was not a dragon gathered anger and determination in this blow.

Super electromagnetic cannon: The Power Enhanced Edition of the King of Heavenly Village.

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