Unexpectedly, in the instant he leaped forward, that bone sword pinned him to the ground.
"Trash, who permitted you to lift your head and watch the fight between kings?"
Helr's hooves stomped the opponent into the ground.
He coldly said, "Or perhaps you think I can't sll the lingering scent hidden on you?"
The elf let out a painful whimper, at the wound that pierced through, vicious flesh wriggled.
In the next mont.
The elf turned into a dark shadow, storming towards Helr with the speed of thunder.
His bulging muscles made him look like an inflated balloon, and the bone knife drawn from his body shimred with a chilling cold light, with one slash, the skies were clear.
Helr was slightly taken aback, then laughed loudly a mont later:
"Good, good, good, now I permit you to raise your head."
His actions were faster than his words, that terrifying long blade finally piqued his interest.
So Helr made his move again.
The bone sword turned into a storm, clashing with the opponent's bone knife.
For a long ti, there seed to be a flaw on the elf, the ti that flaw was exposed was calculated in milliseconds.
But just in that short ti, it beca the death knell leading the elf to oblivion.
The bell tolled!
Blood flowed freely!
The elf's body lost its strength, stumbling to the ground.
Helr watched with amusent as the life slowly drained from the elf, feeling the hidden spiritual waves in that corpse, he suddenly laughed:
"Overestimated you, such crude battle experience, yet possessing skills far beyond comprehension, so it was stolen."
"I… ah…!"
The elf's voice was interrupted again as an extrely filthy power continuously poured into his body along the bone sword.
"Compared to Arrogance, you are as weak as an ant, I thought the other sins, even if not as strong as him, wouldn't be far off, but now it seems, you all… are indeed not of the sa existence."
Helr's lips curled into a cruel smile.
The battle with Arrogance overturned his understanding of the existence of demigods.
Though he, too, could not comprehend where such terrifying power originated from.
He is the chosen one, he is the only one, he is the noble lineage beneath the Four Gods, the supre lord of the Underground City.
Yet all of this was ruthlessly trampled before Arrogance.
He subconsciously touched the front of his armor, beneath that ticulously crafted divine artifact armor, a scar running deep to the bone had not yet completely faded.
That was left by a hero before he had grown into the strongest.
That storm-like man, before dying under his hand, laughed and said, "Your expectations will be ended by that guy."
He snorted derisively at the ti.
Even the hero who had the power to restrain him had not truly hard him, who else was worth ntioning.
When he rode a white horse to ascend as a demigod, it would be when the doomsday trumpet sounded.
— Until he t that man.
What a terrifying yet blood-boiling existence that was.
He unhesitatingly abandoned the orders of the Four Gods to fight alongside him.
Determined to experience the grandeur of the seven deadly sins.
But after two moves, he fell into a pool of blood, suddenly recalling the dream of "ascending the world."
In the past, the dream always seed ethereal, who dared to claim invincibility?
But now, he finally saw the entity of ascension.
Behind him, was the end of the firmant.
Thus, he retreated to the Underground City, not appearing for a hundred years.
The sin, Arrogance, how magnificent it was!
But now, looking again…
"Though all are sins, Envy, you truly are… weak!"
"It's not Arrogance that is strong, it's him!"
Looking at Envy, who had been polluted into a Corpse Demon and rose again shedding its disguise, he sneered:
"Then go as my herald, make way for him! Declare to the emperor, the war between him and , has reopened!"
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