When the Weaving Goddess bound all the evil Maia with magical threads, the Dancing Goddess immediately created an illusion in their minds, trying to awaken the memories suppressed by the black flames, so as to achieve the goal of awakening.

"Alas~"

Gandalf looked down and saw that the battlefield with the largest number of people could not be looked directly at. He could only describe its tragedy as "a river of blood."

"Where are you looking? How dare you get distracted while fighting me!"

Suddenly, Ionwe's ghostly whisper sounded in his ears, and the trembling Gandalf subconsciously swung his left arm to attack.

With a "pop" sound, the silver-gray severed arm flew up.

The injured Gandalf kept retreating, and out of the corner of his eye he noticed that Chu Xin had disappeared again.

Whoosh!

He suddenly felt a terrifying airflow coming from behind. It was obviously extremely hot, but it gave him a chilling and piercing feeling.

If you are hit, you will definitely die!

Just when Gandalf was mentally prepared to be killed instantly, the slender shadow brushed past his shoulder, sweeping out a gorgeous arc in front of his eyes, and then shot Ionwy straight in the face.

Accompanied by the roaring sound of wind and thunder, Gandalf saw an extremely horrifying scene.

I saw the evil turned into Ionwei covered in black flames, flying backwards in an instant, and an astonishing blood mist burst out wherever he passed. The deformed humanoid skin collapsed, and the spirit form also twisted and collapsed in a second.

Immediately afterwards, his limbs exploded, his chest sunken into a piece of tissue paper, and he fell to the top of a mountain without any struggle. There was no movement except for the rising smoke.

Even if it is not dead, a passing ant can kill it alone.

The initiator is a dark golden hammer tail, and there is a layer of extremely dense hollow pattern exoskeleton outside the scales.

"Thank you!" Gandalf, who survived the disaster, shouted in surprise.

Chu Xin did not show up, and his long tail covered his figure.

Gandalf landed on the top of the mountain and stared at Ionwë's tattered spirit body like a sack. Although he was unconscious, there was still a trace of life left. As Manwë's most trusted Chief Maia, he did have some abilities in him.

"Old friend, just rest."

Muttering, Gandalf cast a confinement magic on him, just in case.

After doing this, he rushed to the battlefield between Zhongmaiya and the Doomsday Demonic Dragon without hesitation. With his joining, the Demonic Dragon, which was destroyed by Chu Xin to only one third, also quickly declined, and the entire army was annihilated.

A matter of time.

…

"Yavanna, Esti, hold him for a minute." Nena, the goddess of sorrow, whispered.

The plant goddess in the form of a dark-haired royal sister and the goddess of rest in the form of a pink-haired girl looked at each other, and invariably protected the goddess of sorrow behind them, and each used magic to launch a strong attack.

The former's arms transformed into thick vines covered with flowers. They grew wildly and split into many tiny branches. Suddenly, the sky was filled with a rootless duckweed-like primeval forest. The vast scope made it difficult for the hunting god to approach for a while. As the vines

Spreading, he was soon deeply trapped in it, extending in all directions like a maze full of dangers.

A look of sleepiness appeared on the latter's face, and his slender arms stretched limply. With a crisp yawn, the pink sleep magic was activated.

Buzz~~~

The pale pink light constantly transforms into smart foam, lingering smoke, and soft hair tips, silently attacking the Hunting God from all directions.

Suddenly, endless waves of sleepiness swept through his brain. His eyelids immediately began to fight, his frown gradually relaxed, and his facial features became gentle. The five fingers holding the long bow trembled slightly, and finally even his body was shaking.

, had to rely on a vine for support.

"Sleep~sleep~ There is everything you want in your dreams~" the goddess of rest murmured softly, caressing the hunting god's noisy heart like a demonic sound.

Hiss!

Seeing this, the plant goddess quickly struck while the iron was hot.

She manipulated dozens of extremely tough and tiny vines to wrap around the hunter's limbs, neck, waist and hips, binding him from top to bottom.

During the whole process, the originally murderous God of Hunting only struggled slightly.

"Nina, hurry up, I can't hold on for long!" the goddess of rest reminded. From her trembling petite body, you can see how difficult it is to hypnotize a Valar.

"Okay!" The goddess of sorrow suddenly raised her head, "Yavanna!"

"Here I will clear the way for you!" the plant goddess shouted fiercely, moving her hands from the middle to the void on both sides.

Wow——

The rootless aerial forest suddenly split into a gap that could accommodate one person, and at the end was the God of Hunting.

"The Sword of Lamentation."

The goddess of sorrow pulled out a pure black thin sword from her chest with tears in her eyes, and then turned into a stream of rapid light, carrying the sword straight towards the hunting god.

The tip of the sword blade was pointed at his throat, and purple-black liquid flowed from the patterned grooves of the hilt, quickly flowing throughout the entire sword body, adding a bit of a weird and mysterious color.

And this purple-black liquid is actually the spiritual blood of the Goddess of Sorrow!

"He who is struck by the sword of mourning is in mourning."

As soon as she finished speaking, her long black hair spread out, as if facing the biting cold wind.

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of the Hunting God's mouth, which seemed to be raised in a mocking tone.

call!

The goddess of sorrow knew that the arrow she fired could not be turned back, so she stabbed out the rapier in her hand.

Buzz buzz!

At the same time, five hidden magic arrays appeared out of thin air in various directions, shooting flame beams towards the Goddess of Sorrow.

There is no doubt that this is a hunter's trap, using himself as bait, just waiting for the prey to take the bait.

Bang——

The vines exploded and burst into flames.

"No!" The other two said in unison, immediately understanding what the old hunting god meant.

The forest of vines dispersed, and the God of Hunt, wearing flying magic boots, stepped out of the air. His right hand grasped the black hair of the goddess of sorrow together, and forcibly hung her up in the air.

As for his left arm, it was actually empty, and the cut surface on his shoulder was filled with black magic that was completely different from the black fire.

"I underestimated you, and you actually hurt me in my trap. It is really shameful and humiliating for a hunter to be bitten by his prey~" The God of Hunting mentioned the goddess of sorrow with no understanding of her, and suddenly hit her in the abdomen with his knee.

She fainted and suddenly woke up from the pain.

Whizzing!

Naturally, the goddess of plants and the goddess of rest will not sit still and wait for death.

The two of them attack left and right, and each strike is a killing move.

The Hunting God casually dropped the Sorrow Goddess and let her fall freely.

"I'll go!" The goddess of plants was closer and waved out a vine to save the goddess of sorrow.

In order to cover up, the Goddess of Rest was forced to confront the Huntsman head-on. She slapped her and released dense pink smoke, which had a variety of debilitating negative buffs.

But the God of Hunting stared at her with pitiful eyes and said sarcastically: "You guys really haven't learned any lessons. You are stupid and stupid. You are swayed by emotions. It's really boring to hunt you guys."

"What?" When the goddess of rest heard this, she suddenly felt bad.

It's a pity it's too late.

Puff puff!

Another invisible trap magic array was activated, and six spears shot out from different angles.

"Ahhhh~"

The sound of skin and flesh being torn and bones breaking was heard continuously, followed closely by the girl's delicate screams of pain.

I saw that her whole body was bloody and penetrated by spears, including her arms, thighs, flanks, chest, soles of feet, and back. The appearance was tragic and terrifying.

As if to enjoy the painful struggle of the prey, the Hunting God did not injure its vitals. He licked the corners of his mouth and glanced up and down at the goddess of rest in tattered clothes with a twisted and greedy gaze.

It's not just lust, but a more morbid and dark emotion.

Under such a situation, the Hunting God's pupils were completely occupied by black flames, and his eyes were as black as ink, with no white at all.

Gradually, clusters of fire seeped out of his pores, no different from Ionwë who had fallen into madness.

"I didn't realize until today that there is a lot of fun in torturing a dying prey." The Hunting God smiled ferociously, and quickly threw tribal-style darts in his hand, piercing the few intact darts of the Goddess of Rest without missing a beat.

In the flesh.

And this goddess of rest not only transformed into a sixteen-year-old girl, her character also seemed to match her, causing her big eyes to drop pearls in pain.

As a god who studies how to sleep well and how to let all races in Middle-earth have a good sleep, she has never experienced the pain and suffering at this moment. After all, the original War of Anger was mainly participated by the male god Vera and the goddess Weili.

Responsible for the aftermath.

"It's time to give the prey the final blow." The Hunting God condensed a primitive spear, performed the standard throwing action, and then threw it out with all his strength.

Whizzing!

The vines of the plant goddess came from below, but they missed the spear and did not catch up.
To be continued...