Chapter 1161: Warcraft (2)

As the storm of war intensifies, the people, or groups that dominate the war, are also facing another challenge.
The old enemies from the long night of Henggu took the attack on the command center of the blood worship during the attack by Ouke-the Wendigo church gathered the last power and launched a desperate blow to try to seize their holy Thing, the eye of Wendigo.
However, their attack was destined to be in vain, because the patriarch of the blood worship had already made sufficient preparations, and almost all the remaining god-selected lords were standing by in the command camp.
"My brother? It seems that you have finally run out of water, and I'm quite curious how long it will take you to get here."
The blood-patriarch Patriarch Thira, holding the sword in his hands, looked at his brother with a smile.
"All this doesn't have to happen."
Hannibal also smiled and said that although he was trapped and his subordinates fell one by one, he rushed to the patriarch of the blood worship.
"No, on the contrary, it is very necessary, this is how we do things, isn't it? We will kill each other as much as we can, so don't bother, hurry up."
"Indeed it is."
Hannibal raised his arm, his palm facing straight at Thira's cheek.
Then he concentrated his energy and concentrated his strength until it sprayed out and drowned the other's brain.
They all know each other extremely and know how to destroy each other.
Thira resisted, he was tenacious, and Hannibal could feel the sea of ​​hatred tumbling in his mind, a boiling storm of anger.
He has an indestructible belief that every fanatic believes, a belief that is unyielding and indelible.
But Thira's faith is above everyone, and the mark of the blood is full of his soul.
The names of the chaotic deities that Hannibal had never spoken, Thira deliberately showed them to his brother, echoing in the other party's memory.
"Look at these, what you adore, what I adore."
Thira was laughing at him. Hannibal had never felt such a strong willpower.
Compared to martial arts, Thira’s spiritual strength is undoubtedly weaker than Hannibal, but he can choose what content to show to the other party, and he will not easily succumb.
The diamond-like spiritual core in the mind of the Patriarch of the Blood Patriarch guards all important information-there is no record that Thira is a brilliant wizard, but the absolute willpower he displayed is superhuman.
"Pray to the sad thing you adore."
Without warning, Thira launched a counterattack, and the feedback of spiritual power suddenly poured into Hannibal's thinking.
The archbishop of the Church of Wendigo was immediately thrown out by this violent blow and slammed into the ruins of a table.
Hannibal hurriedly withdrew from Thira's mind before he was stunned by spiritual feedback. In a trance, the messy battlefield, the broken body, and the burning tent came into his eyes.
"Sir, we must retreat!"
A senior member of the Wendigo church shouted, reaching for Hannibal while trying to help him.
"Do not!"
Hannibal said loudly, pushing away the other's outstretched wrist.
Thira pulled out the sword inserted on the ground and paced slowly.
"After we separated, I killed millions of parasites, and ended up sending such a loser to deal with me."
He sneered and said:
"My thoughts will never be broken, haven't you realized it? There is nothing in this world that can scare me."
"is it!"
Hannibal hurled a white-hot mental shock at Thira's mind, and through the distance between the two, he slammed into Thira's forehead.
Silat suddenly twitched and nearly fell.
But even so, this spiritual shock was only shattered like glass on the collision with his spiritual core.
Hannibal’s thinking once again enveloped Thira’s mind, but there was still only a tumult of hatred in it, and at the same time the other party issued a vague curse at him.
"silly!"
The patriarch of the blood worshipper howled in his own world of thought:
"Scum, loser, blind person, nothing!"
But Hannibal just allowed himself to dive deeper into Thira's thinking, chanting a spell that would make the other party torn apart in a storm of extreme anger.
Thira firmly grasped Hannibal's spiritual insight without showing any weakness. The two were caught in a desperate wrestling fight. Thira used her willpower to fight against Hannibal's spiritual power and hardly fell.
But as a warrior, he ended up inferior in the spiritual realm.
After a stalemate for half a minute, Thira was kneeled down suppressed, and his teeth showed a wild smile. Although the fighting was so fierce, his spiritual core was still unscathed.
"Ok has broken through the war zone!"
During the confrontation, Hannibal used his insight to vaguely hear a nervous voice.
The roar from afar also swears that the tragic war is coming to an end-there is no doubt that the current power of blood worshipping is only an ant on the road of the chariot for Ouke.
But this does not mean that they have no resistance.
So much blood has been produced, the Demon Legion must have been impatient, but they are still waiting for their real commanders to appear.
"Well--"
The pain of lightning flashed through showed that Hannibal's body had been pushed to the limit. He could even touch his heart to beat desperately, and his lungs worked desperately to get more oxygen.
But he did not intend to give up.
The archbishop of the Church of Wendigo was limping forward and fought against Thira’s counterattack like he was faltering in the storm. He wanted to push the opponent to a desperation.
"Blood sacrifice blood god!"
With a roar, Thira released a powerful hatred towards him, grabbed Hannibal and slammed it into a wall, then yanked it violently, throwing the other side to the opposite side. On a wall.
Hannibal desperately clung to the thoughts of his brother. This powerful soul he had never seen before was like a beast tearing him face to face.
"The Brass Gate is violently fluctuating! It can't seem to hold it!"
Someone was yelling, but Hannibal did not bother to listen to these.
His spiritual power gave up all other perceptions, and now he stared at a huge burning brass throne, where the huge shadow sitting there was roaring hatred, slaughter, anger, and longing for terrible enemies.
Thira's hatred raged, but so did Hannibal.
Hannibal squeezed out his last willpower and assembled a heavy punch to attack the spiritual core of Thira's mind, desperately.
As he put in more power, his vision fell into a blur, but he knew he had to destroy the other's spiritual core.
A huge spiritual force came out, the dry blood on the wall gradually peeled off, the white bricks laid on it began to break a little, and the fragments fell like snowflakes.
The senior worshippers shouted instructions, and the harsh noise became louder and louder, blending into the noisy clutter radiating from Thira’s brain.
The storm circled upwards and became stronger and stronger, and Hannibal knew he was going to lose consciousness.
At this moment, Thira was finally defeated.
His spiritual core was crushed into pieces, flying fragments spattered all over the world of thought, Thira himself lay flat on the floor with his back turned down, blood oozed from his ears and nose, and the painful twisted face breathed desperately. With.
"This time I won!"
Hannibal said breathlessly.
Thira's mind is now open, Hannibal can see the brutal brutality and corruption in his memory.
Screaming faces, blood spewing, the whole town perished under the watch of Thira.
"Yes, you won the brother."
Thira said weakly.
"But the most powerful battle of the blood will still come to this world, and then take it as his own-he will use everything as a sacrifice to the blood god, and then let the entire galaxy be occupied under his watch. "
"I know this better than you."
"Hate... The frenzy of hatred will be for his life, and human behavior is his weapon. Wendigo will be the key to breaking the balance, whether it is willing or not."
At this time ~EbookFREE.me~ Hannibal's gaze suddenly became trance, the powerful spiritual storm was wrapping the two in a small world, only them, everything was isolated.
"Then we will serve the real master, and the passage of time follows its will, and all will and decisions are the tools he uses to rule..."
"That's why, my brother, I'm so glad that you have liberated my spirit. For this moment we waited, hostile for thousands of years."
Thira laughed and stood up hard.
Then he opened his arms to Hannibal.
"So, it's time, we will be together again."
"Yes, the lines of destiny will overlap here."
Hannibal opened his arms, and the two of them were like reflections in the mirror.
"For Xin Liege!"
"For Xin Liege!"
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