32. Poisonous blood rushes to the heart---for the novice village chief Taipa brothers [6/10]
As the most powerful member of the ancient troll faith, Hakkar the Soul Reaver doesn't care that his most loyal priest dies like this. It is called the Soul Reaver, which means that it has the ability to control souls. As long as it crushes
Jindu will always resurrect these intruders in front of him, and then continue to serve him in infinite reincarnations.
Yes, in the eyes of the fully resurrected Hakkar, the intruders in front of him are just a group of disgusting ants. In order to expel them, the Gurubashi trolls and the Loa paid the price of the collapse of the entire empire.
A war, and now, what it faces is just a few mere mortals.
"Arrogance will lead you to a dead end..."
Haka moved his beautiful six wings. In the bloody storm he set off, he arrogantly raised his sharp black claws, and his voice rang in the hearts of the blood lords:
"Come, mortal, and taste the wrath of the Soul Reaver."
"Shua"
As soon as Hakkar finished speaking, a black shadow flashed across the bloody sky. Tyrion landed on the stone platform behind the Soul Reaver. He shook the blade in his hand, and drops of hot blood fell from Apocalypse's sharp blade.
Up and down, behind him, Haka's huge claws were like cheese sliced by a heated knife, very smoothly divided into two.
"Bang"
The heavy black claws hit the ground, splashing stinky blood. It was only then that Haka came back to his senses. The powerful Soul Reaver lowered his head and looked at his completely severed right claw.
There is still a lingering doubt in the snake's eyes, which are as crystal clear as gems.
To harm its powerful and robust body so easily? Wait... Could it be that it is actually still in a dream and has not been truly summoned to reality?
"No! It shouldn't be like this!"
The severe pain dispelled Haka's doubts in the next moment. The wound on the right claw that was blown off was like a flame burning, and a moment later, this pain quickly turned into a kind of numbness.
Obviously, there was something wrong with the blade that cut off its claws!
"This poison! This is poison!"
Haka screamed, and Tyrion also showed a weird smile on his cold face. On the moon-shaped blade of the Demon Blade Apocalypse, the dark green mist wrapped around it became more and more dense. It can be called a Demon Blade. Naturally
It has its special abilities, and soul-eating is just one of them. The magic blade forged by the first-generation Nasrezim itself is entangled with a plague that can destroy any living creature.
It's just that in the past, Tyrion's battles always ended quickly, and the power of this plague was not fully unleashed.
"Times have changed, poor god!"
"Kill it!"
Tyrion gave an order, his figure wrapped in the magic blade, and looked at the huge body of the Soul Reaver again, and behind him, the blood lords who had been preparing for a long time also roared to join the battlefield.
The Blood Mistress opened her war bow, and an arrow of scarlet blood appeared strangely on her bowstring. There was also a trace of dark green liquid wrapped in the pooling blood, and Tyrion blocked it with his sword.
The moment Hakkar struck hard, Alleria let go of her fingers, and the whistling blood arrow pierced the air. Amidst Hakkar's scream, it accurately pierced the Soul Reaver's abdomen.
Then the second arrow pierced Haka's left arm, and the third arrow pierced its long tail.
After hitting the target, the long arrow made of blood quickly decomposed, and then, under the control of the Blood Mistress, swam back and forth in the huge body of the Soul Reaver, destroying Haka's body from the inside.
After shooting three arrows, Alleria put down the bow. With a slightly ferocious smile, she held the left hand with the gauntlet into a claw and pulled it out hard. Those things that were surging crazily in Haka's body were
The blood turned into arrows again, piercing the Soul Reaver's body from the inside, and flew back to Alleria's hands with a roar.
In less than a moment, the deadly war bow was drawn again.
The three blood mages Myra, Severn and Autumn stood at the three corners of the altar. Every time they waved their hands, they could throw out blood arrows like a storm. These strange attacks had first-class penetration and follow-up.
The vicious damage like the bone-corroding poison is also very consistent with Salaine's fighting style. Curses wrapped in dark magic are imposed on the body of the Soul Reaver one after another, making its movements slow and making its movements slow.
The wound becomes more painful.
"You might like this! Silly man!"
Sharp laughter sounded on Hakkar's shoulders, and the Soul Reaver roared and wanted to throw the dwarf vampire with a bad character down, but Ella waved the thorn whip, grabbed Hakkar's head, and then jumped up,
But at this moment, the dwarf's attack suddenly paused, as if the pause button had been pressed.
Ella's blood-red eyes looked a little confused at this moment, but in less than a second, this confusion was dispelled by the scolding sound coming from her soul.
The dwarf, who had regained his consciousness, swung his weapon fiercely, and before being concentrated by Haka's venomous breath, he stabbed the sharp dagger into Haka's left eye in the blink of an eye.
"You actually want to control me! Go to hell!"
"Bang"
Amidst the roar of the dwarf, she was hit head-on by Hakkar's venomous breath. The short figure drew a gorgeous trajectory in the air, and then screamed and fell into the lake below the altar.
"Ouch, ouch, ouch"
But her counter-attack caused the Soul Reaper to feel extreme pain. The vision in front of its eyes became blurred, and it lost its left eye, making it become extremely manic. As the wings behind its back flapped, the Soul Reaper
Blood-red gusts of wind swirled around him, trying to repel Tyrion, who was approaching.
"My name is...the Soul Snatcher!"
"Kacha"
The sound of broken gems was clearly transmitted to Tyrion's ears. At the same time, an evil will also hit the soul of the Dark Blade King. It was Hakkar's will. Obviously, it wanted to
Control Tyrion just like you did with the dwarf.
But when Hakkar's will penetrated into Tyrion's soul, what was ushered in was a soul counterattack like a sea of raging waves. Tyrion's pure soul was like a war hammer, hitting it hard.
With his will, Haka violently expelled the soul-stealer's thoughts from his own mental power.
The resistance of the undead to mental control is more than ten times higher than that of living people. Death undoubtedly strengthens their senses and souls.
But when Tyrion turned around, he saw a strange force blessing Haka's body. The wounds that had been cut quickly recovered under the influence of this force. This scene was so weird, but
But it couldn't be hidden from Tyrion's eyes.
"Consuming souls to heal injuries is a despicable method!"
In the vision of the spirit body, the Dark Blade King clearly saw the troll souls bound to Hakkar by the power of the Soul Reaver, and those struggling souls were like bubbles, shattering one after another.
The power of the soul is absorbed by Hakkar and used to heal injuries.
The stone slab under Tyrion's feet suddenly shattered, and the huge burst of force pushed his figure into the sky. The magic sword Apocalypse was swung up, and its sharp blade passed over the first soul. Under the action of the Soul-Eating Blade, the giant
The demon's soul was suddenly shattered, but it was not absorbed by Haka, but quickly dissipated into the sky.
The second, the third, the fourth.
"Stop! Stop!"
Tyrion shattered souls in the air at a speed far beyond Hakkar's imagination. The Soul Reaver roared and flapped into the sky. Like a hunting wind snake, it pounced on Tyrion in the sky.
The two collided wildly in the air, Tyrion's body was smashed to the ground, and Hakkar lost his only remaining right claw during the collision.
"Ouch! Bugs!"
The soul-stealer's angry fire became more and more crazy. This anger that had never been seen in thousands of years drove it to hover in the air. The power from the wind snake god lingered on his bright red body, and around it
Those bound souls were shattered at the same time, and the huge soul power turned into several shackles, falling from the sky and fastening the blood lords on the ground to the ground.
The power of the explosion of thousands of souls is powerful. These blood imprisonments are extremely fast, precise, heavy and impossible to dodge. Even the dwarf who just climbed out of the water, with water plants on his head and two piranhas thrown at his feet
Even the vampire Ella could not escape this imprisonment. Amid her screams, her short figure was dragged to the platform.
"Your lives! Belong to me!"
Haka roared, and those bright red power shackles were like water pumps that pumped out water, and began to continuously draw blood representing vitality from the blood lord's body on the ground.
The blood of the blood lords, which contained power, made Haka groan in relief.
"I am the blood of all blood and the spirit of all spirits!"
Hakkar, who had regained control of the battlefield, laughed wildly. He looked at the "prisoners" with satisfaction, the blood lords who were tied to the ground by the power it unleashed and could not move.
In the cage of blood, Alleria turned her head and glanced at Tyrion beside her. The blood in her body was being sucked out by the Soul Reaver. As a result, the Blood Matron's face turned a little pale. She asked in a low voice:
"It's dead, right?"
Tyrion nodded and looked at the mighty Hakkar in the sky:
"Of course, you will soon have your favorite feathers."
"I will tear your bodies apart! Devour your souls!"
Haka flapped its wings and fell back to the ground. Its huge body snaked forward on the platform. It came to Tyrion. The blood that had been drawn and with powerful power made the Soul Reaver a little forgetful. It recovered
After showing off its arrogance when it appeared, it stared closely at Tyrion in the blood cage and screamed:
"It starts with you!"
Faced with this threat, Tyrion shrugged in the cage. He looked at Hakkar and asked softly:
"Does our blood taste good?"
"It's delicious, containing powerful power and pure blood. I haven't tasted such delicious food in thousands of years..."
Haka subconsciously described the power of the blood of the blood lords, but halfway through, it saw the ridicule on Tyrion's face. The Soul Reaver felt that something was not good, but inside its body,
In the surge of blood from the blood lords, the blood from different individuals began to merge together, along with the different toxins flowing in the blood.
Various toxins that were not originally fatal became extremely crazy after being mixed. When Haka felt that something was wrong, the power in his body had begun to fade away quickly, as if...as if it had been broken.
A large hole was opened in the balloon, and huge power was flowing out rapidly from the hole.
The corrosive poison began to corrode Haka's strong body from the inside. It screamed and wanted to spit out the poisonous blood, but it was too late.
"Bang"
The blood prison was broken into pieces of blood-colored light feathers under Tyrion's heavy blows, and disappeared on the platform. The Dark Blade King walked up to the soul-stealer Hakkar who was paralyzed on the ground, and used his cold fighting force to
The boots stepped on Haka's neck, and then raised the heavy magic blade high.
"Bwonsamdi greets you...Soul Reaper, now it's time to return our blood...back!"
"Buzz"
The cold magic blade whizzed down, and in the direct gaze of the Soul Reaver's remaining right eye, it not only saw Tyrion, but also vaguely saw the cunning giant floating in the shadow behind Tyrion.
Demonic Death.
Bwonsamdi, who was suspended in the darkness, waved his hand towards Hakkar, who had a look of hatred on his face. Under his bone mask, the troll's god of death gave a mocking laugh:
"I have been searching for thousands of years to find this knight who has the ability to crush your evil soul... I used some trivial knowledge to make a perfect deal with him. Now, your followers belong to me, and your power comes to me.
..it belongs to me too.”
"Oh, by the way, before you die, do you want to know...who told Jindo the location of the ancient egg, who taught him the spell to summon souls, and who drove that
Hakkari madmen, take the ashes of your soul back to Zul'Gurub?"
Bwonsamdi let out a harsh laugh. He looked at the soul of Hakkar that was completely chopped into pieces in the hum of the Demon Blade Apocalypse. Under the mask, a sarcastic look flashed away:
"Shadra, Raizan and Akunda, they hate you as much as I do. Look, everything from your birth to your death has been clearly arranged. What a pity."
