Sophie, who was slightly in the upper hand, suddenly felt a stronger pressure than before. At this time, he realized that the puppet master did not use all his strength, but he has always reserved!
Why keep it? Could it be that you looked down on him from beginning to end
This kind of thought made Sophie start to fight back fiercely. He has no scruples, all the people he values are here, and he only needs to go all out, only victory can only win!
With no distractions and high fighting spirit, Sophie like this inspires the powerful power from the soul in one breath. He is strong, brave and fearless! He will not give up, never give up, he will concentrate on fighting the enemy.
This is a war without blood, but it is a hundred times more dangerous than any bloody battlefield.
What they are fighting is spirit and belief. A person's heart is a little weak, a little retreat, a little carelessness will lead to a total loss.
Thrall is very confident in himself. He would have been at a disadvantage before. He believed that it was because he was suppressing Hel from the beginning to the end, and he did not look down on Sophie, a degenerate elf, how could he have a strong mental power.
He is the only remaining puppet master in the entire Yalansi. The most basic condition for a puppet master is to focus on concentration. Thrall believes that looking at the entire Yalansi, there is no one more powerful than him. Even before the gods fell, there were only a handful of people who could overwhelm him, not to mention an infinitely degenerate elf clan in front of him.
Therefore, he is confident. Although he has suppressed the idea of underestimating the enemy, the contempt deep in his heart is not so easy to dissipate.
He just despised and looked down upon, these sanctimonious and arrogant races, how hateful the faces of doing evil things... The deep-rooted hatred and this rare competition were constantly touching the deepest emotions in his heart.
Reason is dissipating, madness is clamoring, Thrall has long forgotten that Sophie is the key to awakening Su Miao, and now he only has one thought, that is to defeat him and occupy him, so that the mental power of this disgusting person will completely collapse, and he knelt on the ground and cried bitterly. The runny and humble begging for mercy made him devastated!
In fact, his psychology has been hovering on the edge of danger.
Compared with his extreme ruthlessness, Sophie's mental state is much more positive. Whether he is persistent or not admitting defeat or resisting is for salvation, the beliefs he chooses will increase the strength of his spiritual power, and will continue to persevere and improve. Work hard to gain more lasting power.
He is positive, up, and Thrall has been blinded by hatred and conceit.
What is most needed in the competition of spiritual power is rationality and sobriety. When rationality does not take precedence over madness, the city wall of belief will collapse instantly, revealing all of oneself in front of the opponent's eyes.
Thrall was doomed from the start.
He was conceited and underestimated the enemy, full of revenge and hatred. The accumulation of these emotions made him lose his mind more and more, until after the last blow, the glass-like walls he built were shattered and completely captured by Sophie.
Sophie never used the power that he never knew, and all the passive powers were activated at this moment. He was like a warrior who conquered the city and roamed freely in Thrall's spiritual world. He didn't know how to choose. I don't know how to restrain myself at all, I just accept everything in one go.
Thrall lost, and lost completely. He spent his long life studying how to control others, how to invade others, and how to make dolls, but he never thought that he would be controlled and swallowed up one day.
He was scared, frightened, he couldn't resist, facing Sophie's amazing mental power, he was as weak as a newborn baby. He clearly felt that everything he had was passing away, and when it was all swallowed up, he would lose everything and become a crippled person!
No... It shouldn't, couldn't, absolutely wrong!
He can't lose! He couldn't possibly lose to a cowardly degenerate elf who would sooner or later be swallowed by a curse!
As long as you kill him, everything will come back if you kill him, everything about him will come back.
Kill him, yes, he can kill him, he still has Xia, his spirit is connected with Xia, he can give Xia an order to let Xia kill Sophie.
As long as the elf's body dies, no matter how strong his spiritual power is, he can only wait for death. Yeah, what an easy way to do it, why didn't he think of it earlier
Thrall excitedly began to give Xia orders, but he did not receive the emotionless response as always.
He groaned in his heart, why didn't he respond? Xia is out of his control
No, not possible. Thrall almost used up his last strength, screaming in his mind: "Kill him! I order you to kill him!"
After a long time, he finally heard the familiar voice: "Yes, Master."
Sal breathed a sigh of relief.
But then, a piercing pain came violently, the pungent smell of blood permeated the entire space, and the strong suffocation made Thrall's brain blank for a moment.
But this blank space just happened to let him empty his mind and break free from the mental war for a short time. He stared blankly at the long sword in his chest and the person holding the sword. Why? Why would it be you
Xia, why are you facing me with swords
Looking at the empty eyes of the blue-haired man, Thrall knew instantly that he had lost, and he had lost completely.
When his spirit was eroded, the contract for Xia was taken away by Sophie, Xia no longer belonged to him, and his doll was no longer his.
He stared blankly at the fairies with flying blue hair. He was as expressionless as ever. He only knew obedience and blindly obeyed his orders. Whether it was right or wrong, he would execute it.
But now, he actually lost his doll... This realization made Thrall give up all resistance completely, and the pain in his chest became less obvious as his spirit dissipated.
Until the end, he opened his eyes wide, and his body fell straight backward. The massive blood loss and mental collapse made his face lose a bit of blood. The originally beautiful face also became old and lost his soul. This body is like a wind. In the middle of the candle, a slight gust of wind blew it out.
Sophie opened his eyes suddenly, he endured the severe headache, and quickly looked at Su Miao, and there was a sharp stinging pain in his chest.
He hardly needs to think, and silently recites the incantation that he has memorized in his heart. It does not belong to him, but at this moment it has been integrated with his flesh and blood.
The ancient and distant incantation was slowly spit out from his mouth, heavy as if it was hitting his heart, and then an amazing scene appeared.
Because of this tragic battle, there were countless corpses on the ground, but at this moment, they stood up slowly because of this low-pitched spell. Life ghost. madly rushed to the battlefield.
Their savage violence has no rules, but they are powerful and fearless. Those false 'Sophies' were first attacked, bitten, gnawed, and killed with incomparable brutality.
And after death... the corpse got up again and rushed towards the battlefield.
This is a very strange and terrifying battle. The bloody scene is disgusting. The assassins who were attacked by the soldiers who were resisted by the magicians were all stunned. They looked and stood stupidly. Screams sounded.
The scene is completely out of control. This kind of fear arises from the bottom of my heart, and it cannot be stopped. This kind of terror makes people lose their fighting spirit. They can't fight and just want to escape. escape from this hell.
Sophie's consciousness was not so clear. The spell he used was a forbidden spell that Thrall couldn't operate. He didn't know, but when he saw Su Miao's appearance, the deep anger made him choose this.
Why, why bother them endlessly? They didn't do anything bad, they didn't interfere with anyone, but why didn't they just let them go
He walked towards Su Miao quietly. There were many scars on Su Miao's body, but the heaviest one was on his chest, the fatal wound caused by his single hand.
The heart is Su Miao's weakness, and if the blood there is light, Su Miao will die.
He knew better than anyone, but he stabbed his heart with a sword. Thinking of this, Sophie felt the same way, and his heart was also very painful. This sword seemed to pierce his heart at the same time, and the pain could not be further increased.
He bowed his head, closed his eyes and kissed.
In a cruel hell where blood was blurred and howls were everywhere, he closed his eyes tightly, and his expression was clean and holy.
The holy light surrounded them, white and pure like a beautiful sun, dazzling.
When the light faded, the black-haired man could not find the slightest wound on his body. His unique purple eyes were deep and distant, but there was only one of them, the elf who had fallen asleep in his arms.
Su Miao spread out his wings, huge pure black bone wings covering the sky, like a demon awakened from the abyss.
He gently kissed the elf's forehead, whispered something, and then placed him on Chilong's huge back.
When he spread his wings and flew into the sky, the smile on the corner of his mouth was a complete mockery of killing, fighting, and selfishness.
Time to let this end, this ridiculous carnage.
Because of this terrifying battle, the troops of the Heaven Defender had long since collapsed, and even Lin De was so shocked that he could not speak.
When Su Miao broke out of the siege and landed in front of him, Linde felt a deep fear, and the coolness rising from his back made him feel the breath of death like never before.
He messed with people he shouldn't mess with.
A man he can't afford to offend.
No, everything is not over yet, this is not the end, how could they be defeated here, how could the thousands of years of business die at this moment
They are not wrong, they are for their own race, for their own people, to survive, to survive!