The Holy Sword cuts the air and the body of the Dark Elf King, and the burnt smell of flesh and blood fills his nasal cavity. Every time Salomon cuts out a huge wound, the crimson ether will fill it in in the blink of an eye, forming new blood and flesh. No matter how the Dark Elf King dodges, Salomon can make the judgment of the Holy Sword come to him.

Step by step, swing the sword, block the enemy's attack, and turn the sword to stab the throat.

Wave the sword, step outward, and cut off the enemy's palms.

Swipe horizontally, take a step back to the side, and chop the enemy's back neck.

Meyer's sword technique was used smoothly from his hands. After the fluid weapon etheric particles were blocked by the golden flames, he completely gave up the role of the shield and instead used the quick sword technique in hopes of ending the enemy. The arrogant Malekis laughed wildly in the darkness. Even though Salomon swung his sword faster and faster, even if the temperature on the sword became higher and higher, even if the golden flame leaked from Salomon became more and more fierce, even if he did not have the speed and strength to fight back, Salomon's attack was still weak in his eyes.

Although Malekis is confident that he can kill the enemy in front of him, he still wants to solve it as soon as possible. Because every time he repairs his body, it means that he will be a little harder when infecting the Nine Realms, and a one-stop solution every night means that he may miss the opportunity for the celestial bodies to converge. He is immortal, and when he comes into contact with the true ether, as long as he is the fifth overhead element, his soul merges with the ether particles. As long as his spirit exists and as long as he does not separate from the ether particles, the ether particles will be converted into the other four elements to make up for his body, just like the alchemist's creation process, Hokruth, repairing his wounds, and consuming only the life swallowed by the ether particles.

In the blink of an eye, Salomon was shrouded in silver mist and disappeared in place. He instantly appeared behind the King of Dark Elf. His long sword pierced the thick crimson curtain. The blade cut open Malekis's arm bones from the middle. The splattered limbs were swallowed by the crimson beast beside the King of Dark Elf, and then converted into another substance to repair his arm. The holy sword cut his body from the waist, and carbonized the huge cut at high temperature, but the next moment, the ether particles filled the missing tissues and organs like blood vessels and bones. The countless souls and lives that were swallowed over the long years were ground down, releasing a miracle that could not be imagined by the world.

The Infinity Stone means infinite, and there is nothing more powerful in the universe than this.

Ether is his soul, his life, his weapon.

Although the greedy ether has not been completely tamed, it is no longer important. As long as I have the ether, the original darkness will come to this universe. Malekis smiled and greeted the attack of the secret mage, because the ordeal was the only way for him to climb the ladder, and he must meet this suffering, as he had done in the past.

Salomon is like a hammer, constantly forging his soul on this anvil of ether. Malekis's vitality is gradually weakening, but his soul is becoming stronger and stronger. He is being accepted by ether - no, he is becoming the ether, the whispering will hidden in the gems. His intelligence, his spirit, and his soul are all crushed and filled into the miracle engine called the Infinite Gem.

The knight holding the holy sword roared, and the dragon-winged propeller rushed Malekis into the blood-red ocean with Salomon, and descended into the blood-red ocean with golden light. A fierce and bloody battle unfolded in the Aether Ocean and the golden flames. Because the distance between them was too close, the ether particles began to pry Salomon's armor and instinctively sucked his blood and life. However, this instinctive behavior caused extremely serious consequences. After the blood flowed out of Salomon's body, it was ignited by the golden flames like gasoline, triggering one fleeting small explosion after another between Salomon and Malekis.

Salomon threw away the shield and inserted the sword into Malekis' shoulder. He turned the sword and dug out a huge penetrating wound. This wound was much more painful than the previous sharp and neat poking and slashing. Malekis couldn't help but let out a wail, and the blood gushed out was either evaporated by the golden flames or swallowed by ether particles. The Dark Elf King suddenly punched Salomon's helmet, and the secret mage was tilted to the side. But in the blink of an eye, Salomon turned around with anger, raised his fist and slammed the dark elf's pale and vicious face.

The etheric particles repaired Malekis's collapsed into fleshy nose, filling his broken teeth and cheekbones, so Salomon gave him a punch again. Even when he was in a fight between punches and flesh, Salomon did not forget to twist the long sword and tear Malekis' chest again and again.

Repair, tear open, repair, tear open again. The Dark Elf King's armor was ragged, and his thin and pale body was covered with disgusting crimson wounds. These wounds were still squirming, stretching out their tiny tentacles, trying to absorb the life of the Secret Mage.

The lips hidden behind the helmet spewed out spells, and the sharp iron claws covered with lightning and flames pinched Malekis' neck, and the sharp fingertips pierced the skin and inserted them into the muscles and blood vessels. He used all his strength to crush the damn throat and pulled out the bloody organs and internal organs. At the same time, he also kicked Malekis' knee with his heels, forcing the damn alien to kneel on the ground.

Savage and blood are the descriptions of this battle. The secret mage endured the severe pain when the dark elf's fist hit his armor, and the powerlessness of the etheric particles sucking life. He pinched Malekis' chin and forced him to kneel on the ground and wait for the decapitation of the holy sword. However, before he could do it, the etheric particles took the initiative to form a huge warhammer and collided with the raised holy sword. The two powerful forces exploded at the moment of contact, completely separating Malekis from Salomon.

The golden flame on the secret mage's body suddenly faded, the holy mark lost its fuel, and its emotions slowly recovered.

Salomon quickly climbed up from the black gravel ground. Unexpectedly, Malekis did not pursue, nor did he find any trace of the enemy. His hand that was originally holding Malekis had only half a torn off and bloody jaw bones. He didn't know which world he was in the nine kingdoms now, nor what was going on, but out of caution and anxiety about the state that had never appeared before, he temporarily closed the Holy Scar.

When the tense nerves relaxed, the excessive secretion of lactic acid made him unable to lift his hands.

He breathed a little relieved, and then sat on the ground motionless. Although he didn't know what was going on, the huge energy was exhausted by him when he regained his humanity. He felt his lungs burning, and the dusty air here had to breathe hard for him to get enough oxygen after being filtered by the armor.

He felt that if he didn't sit down and take a breath, he would have no strength to deal with the next battle.

"Damn, the dark elves are all black sissy gay men wearing high heels and sequin tops." Salomon complained, while using his trembling fingers to search for the useful potion in the dimensional bag. But even though he had not taken the medicine, his physical strength was recovering quickly. After a while, he stood up again and took awkward and sore steps to pick up the shield. He was not only unconscious of his abnormal recovery ability, but even used to it. If it weren't for this physical strength, he wouldn't have done something happy with the witch.

During the short rest time, Salomon carefully considered the reason for the previous situation. He did not think that Emperor Weishan would be so generous, and gave him strength at no cost. There must be something inhuman to do something - he recalled that he heard the chant and roar when he lost his humanity, and almost knew who was making trouble for him.

There must be something doing things in the upper and lower planes!

This idea made Salomon very annoyed. He didn't like these external creatures to interfere with his thinking, and it didn't work at all!

He shook his head and was about to find a way back. This was not difficult at all. The Three-ring Prophecy Spell [Analysis Portal] could take him back to Earth.

The premise is that no one comes to trouble him before finding the portal.
Chapter completed!