The aftermath of the roaring waves rage, and the dense dark elves separated their flesh and blood in an instant, and were all destroyed in the aftermath of this energy explosion. In just a few seconds, nearly half of the soldiers had become dust in the air!

The power of the explosion in the small world is so terrifying!

"How could you guys..."

Malekis's face looked ugly.

This was the first time he showed this expression in front of his army. He remembered it very clearly that before, he personally sent Beckett and his group into the [Artificial Underworld].

He was also sure that no one among Beckett and his group could surpass him who possessed etheric particles. But now the destruction of [Artificial Underworld] is an iron-like fact.

"My father once said that I am the center of the world. As long as I want, the world will stand beside me." Beckett's mouth was raised with his open hands, and his unruly smile seemed particularly dazzling in Malekis's eyes.

"king!"

Argorim, who survived this energy explosion, ignored the ashes of his comrades-in-arms stained on his face and looked at Malekis floating in the air with concern.

"Have your mother told you that your father is actually a mute?" Malekis laughed in anger and sarcastically, and the smile on Beckett's face gradually disappeared when he heard this.

No one can insult his mother, his adoptive father, no one.

It seemed that he had noticed Beckett's emotional change. The Yuan-Devouring Beast, who was originally lazily lying on Beckett's shoulder, instantly stood up, jumped down from his shoulder, squatted on Hela's hammer, blinking his big eyes, looking at Beckett in confusion: "Meow~"

boom!

The majestic energy burst out from Beckett's body, and the invisible wind and waves rolled the sky. Beckett's knees bent slightly, his legs exerted force violently, and the next second it appeared in front of Malekis, and his fist wrapped in energy hit his face!

"king!"

Argorim, the deputy general of Malekis, was surprised and stood up and asked for help from heaven. The next second, he was bent by a war hammer falling from the sky.

"What?!"

"Your opponent is me, not that guy." Hela, who combed his hair into a beating look, blocked Argorim, with a cold face.

"Meow~"

The orange cat, who was "forced" to lose his foothold, had no choice but to fall into the other's arms. His pink tongue licked the soul gem embedded at the top of the other's scepter from time to time. Looking at the two battlefields opened by Beckett and Hela, he meowed and watched the wall with the other.

The Citari army, who walked out of the [Artificial Underworld], held up the weapons in their hands and joined the battlefield with a fearless demeanor. The collision of the torrent of steel and the magical body swayed flowers on the Wat Alheim Plain, and the enchanting blood flowers were blooming.

Above the dome, the expressionless Malekis locked Beckett's right fist firmly, and his eyes clearly captured the flash of anger in Beckett's eyes.

"Let me guess what's the reason?"

"Because of your mother? Or your father?"

"Forget it, it doesn't matter. Anyway, your ending is destined." A huge force accompanied by Malekis's dumb voice fell on Beckett's chest. Beckett, who could not see Malekis' movements, could only resist with his combat instinct.

"Although I don't know why you were able to come out of my [Havenly Mansion], since you are so eager to die, I will help you."

Malekis' figure came closely with the retreating Beckett, and the rich dark energy burst out in his palm, and Beckett's body began to fall uncontrollably.

"His Highness Beckett!"

The other, holding a scepter, quickly ran to Beckett and reached out to help him up, but Beckett shook his hand and staggered to the ground.

"Get out."

Wipe off the blood from the broken skin at the corner of his mouth with his right hand, and Beckett's figure rose to the sky and entangled with Malekis.

"His Highness Beckett!" The other, who was slumped on the ground, wanted to stop him, but he was helpless and Beckett didn't listen to what he said.

"careful!"

Bang!

Malekis' right arm was locked firmly by Beckett, and his countermeasures against him made Malekis himself stunned.

"The same move will not work for me anymore." Looking at the dark energy that was so close, Beckett grinned and sent the surprised Malekis to the noisy Wat Alheim Plain with a punch.

“Super the ether particles.”

The figure wearing a loose black combat suit slowly landed on the edge of the pit, staring at the figure standing in the center of the pit.

Half of the mask on the latter's cheek was broken, revealing the hideous face that had been humiliated by Boer. The dense wounds were the eternal pain in Malekis's life. The scar, which had not yet been completely restored, was revealed in front of others because of Beckett's punch.

"You... this guy..."

Malekis twisted his neck and reached out to take off the broken mask on his face. Beckett's figure beneath the pit was reflected in his scarlet eyes.

"You are so ugly." Beckett rubbed his wrist and uncovered the bloody scar in Malekis' heart.

"You will pay for your ignorance and arrogance." The scarlet light in your eyes was so bright that a magic circle with mysterious patterns gradually appeared under Malekis' feet. The endless black mist spread around Malekis as the center and quickly spread to the entire Wat Alheim Plain!

"Let's wait and see."

There was no fear on Beckett's face, but instead he was eager to try. He waved his hand and rushed into the huge pit. The next second, he felt like he was hit hard, his knees weakened and he almost staggered to the ground.

"What?"

Becket looked around vigilantly, and the dark mist blocked the angle of Beckett's attempt to find out the culprit.

"Woz, start the life source hotspot scan."

"Yes, His Highness Beckett." The combat assistance system was turned on, and many red life source points suddenly appeared on Beckett's right eye screen, and these life source points were still increasing rapidly over time.

Rumble!!!

Lightning flashed in the dim sky, and the flower of destruction in Wat Alheim's folk legend bloomed on the body of every dark elf soldier, spraying the fragrance of dreams.

"I have asked you if you are willing to join forces with me, and I can exchange it with you with the same level of power as the etheric particles."

"Sadly, you refused."

"So, go and die."

Boom!

The sudden thunder in the sky illuminated Malekis's terrifying and hideous face. Every soldier of the dark elf tribe was aging rapidly. The vitality absorbed by the dream flower continued to flow into the magic circle sealing the etheric particles under the command of Malekis.
Chapter completed!