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The bones are extending, the muscles are growing, and pieces of hard carapace pierce the skin and protrude from the body surface...

"Ah...the feeling of freedom..."

After gaining control of his body, Raast held the scythe tightly and skillfully rolled it into a flower. His weapon danced like his lover.

"Now……"

"Only Rayast..."

Chapter 27 Aatrox:Dah-!

Ashe and Sejuani ran away with a group of clan members.

That terrifying "Ice Demon" didn't come after me... Now we just need to let the clansmen run away on their own.

Ai Xi immediately rushed back and took off the ice crystal longbow on his back on a hillside.

Her eyesight was very good, and she could see everything happening over there even from a thousand meters away - she saw Chen Ce being knocked down.

Almost in an instant.

That terrifying ice demon... that huge dark red sword...

Just a moment... just a moment...

Chen Ce's hand was cut off... bleeding profusely...

"How is the situation?" Sejuani also climbed up the hillside, but she could only see two extremely small black spots in the white light.

"It's very bad..." Ai Xi's tone was very anxious, and even her lips were trembling. "Chen Ce... he had one of his hands cut off by that ice demon..."

"Ah?" Sejuani's eyes widened in disbelief, but she still couldn't see anything.

Both were worried.

Also very surprised.

After all... During their time with Chen Ce, Chen Ce had shown extremely strong strength many times. Even nearly a hundred frost priests were like cats and dogs in front of him, posing no threat at all.

He already has an almost invincible image in their hearts.

But for such an "invincible" being... his arm was cut off in just one encounter...?

This is too...

incredible……

"We can't sit idly by anymore..." Ai Xi frowned and pulled out the bowstring, and several ice crystal arrows were generated out of thin air. "We have to help him, otherwise his life will not be saved..."

"I agree with what you said this time." Sejuani also tightened her bowstring - an ordinary leather longbow.

"Is this what you use? Can you shoot so far?"

"Have to try."

"okay."

"Don't act like I'm useless." Sejuani shrugged, nodding her arrow and turning her head to look down the hillside.

The strong Juvask wild boar is rushing towards this direction.

There were several wooden barrels tied to it.

"You have to support me later, my former good sister..."

The feeling of regaining freedom gave Raast great joy.

He slowly knelt down and picked up the severed arm from the ground.

Then insert it directly back into the torn wound.

In just a moment, the torn and twisted muscles quickly regenerated under the influence of blood magic, reconnecting the broken arm like strings.

Then, he slightly twisted his arm that was still a little offset.

The bones that were supposed to be broken instantly reunited, and those extremely delicate nerves were all healed.

Give it a try... Well, it's good, it's quite sensitive.

"Ah...the feeling of freedom...how wonderful..."

Raast opened his arms and took a deep breath, as if congratulating the rebirth of the god warrior in a special ceremony.

Not far in front of him, Aatrox, who was knocked to the ground by the scythe, stood up again.

The "strongest dark descendant" also showed a twisted smile.

"Rayaste... my once good brother, you finally understand... I'm glad to see the real you."

"Yes, Aatrox..." Laast put the scythe on his shoulders, "We are all the same kind of people... maybe we don't need to fight anymore."

"Are you saying we should sit down and have a good chat? Relive those glorious days?" Aatrox smiled jokingly, and the darkin magic sword never left his hand.

But Rhaast didn't mind: "You took care of this troublesome mortal for me, you helped me regain my freedom... We can have another riot, Aatrox! Let us rule this world again, Everything is turned upside down!"

"That sounds wonderful." Aatrox continued to laugh, his laughter hoarse and arrogant.

Seeing this, Laast walked over happily - his scythe was always on his shoulder rather than in his hand, and he seemed not to intend to fight.

It seemed like everything was a carefully designed scam.

What about borrowing power, what about seeking revenge on Aatrox, what about temporarily taking over the body and easily cutting off Aatrox's head... everything is a lie.

For, just this moment.

In order to get rid of Chen Ce's "threat from the underworld".

In order to rule the world again with his former comrades.

And Aatrox seems to have seen through everything.

The two dark descendants got closer and closer.

"This body is really good, my brother." Laast smiled as he stretched out his hand, "This is a qualified body... Maybe I can lend it to you if I have the opportunity in the future. "

"No, I don't like mortal bodies very much." Aatrox shook his head in disdain, "They are too weak... They are as weak as maggots in the sewer. They will only insult my supreme power. "

"Ha, that's right." Rhaast laughed and stretched out his hand.

Aatrox laughed and prepared to shake his hand.

then……

puff--!

A flash of cold light flashed, and Aatrox's outstretched right arm broke instantly.

It's the sickle.

The Darkin Scythe can "automatically attack" like the Darkin Demon Sword.

Laast just carried the scythe on his shoulders not just to express the meaning of "truce", but also to slash with the fastest speed and the best angle - slashing in a semicircular arc. , a perfect slash.

In an instant, Aatrox let out a shrill scream, and the eyes he looked at his former comrades were filled with anger, surprise and confusion.

"A war is never tiring of deceit, my brother." Laast laughed loudly, "Do you really think I will shake hands with you and make peace? After so many years, you are still so brave and foolhardy, hahahaha... …You're ridiculous, Aatrox."

With that said, he walked straight forward, preparing to kill the other party while he was sick.

"No... you have become more cowardly, Aatrox... you would never have been so timid in the past - even the most desperate death cannot make you give in. But now... thousands of years have passed. In the past, have you turned into a coward who bullies the weak and fears the strong?"

He raised the scythe towards Aatrox's head and other hand - at this angle, the opponent's head and arm would be broken off together.

Aatrox stepped back, his eyes filled with fear.

But Rhaast swung the scythe mercilessly.

He had already glimpsed victory.

He wants to kill this once powerful, now cowardly egomaniac.

He wants to avenge his dignity and prove that his sickle is not used to cut wheat fields.

He wants to prove that he is the strongest in the world!

The strongest - the god warrior!

Rhaast laughed and chopped down the scythe, already feeling that victory was within his grasp.

Until he caught a glimpse of the slightly curved corners of Aatrox's mouth.

that's in...

laugh?

clang--!

The moment the scythe fell, the imagined feeling of cutting through flesh and blood did not come. Instead, there was a loud sound of metal collision.

Laast instantly felt that his entire arm was numb - this was Chen Ce's body, not a puppet body made of flesh and blood like Aatrox, and the pain was real.

Look at Aatrox again, that arrogant bigot has...

Laughing and swinging the giant sword.

puff--!

This time it was really the sound that cut through flesh and blood.

But my own.

Swish-!

The supreme power struck, and Raast's body was instantly cut in half.

There was no doubt that this was what Aatrox had planned to do from the start - he was teasing his opponent.

Deliberately pretending to be fooled, deliberately getting a hand cut off, deliberately giving a little hope...and then completing the "counter-kill" with absolute speed and strength.

"Ha → Ha → Ha → Ha↗!" Aatrox's laughter was full of irony, "Rayast, you are still so ridiculous! Your self-proclaimed cleverness is just like a clown's stage play! Ha → Ha ↗Ha↑!”

"Damn it..." Laast cursed secretly, and quickly used blood magic to re-sew the body that was broken into two parts.

But Aatrox drew his sword again in front of him.

Boom!The Darkin Demonic Sword stabbed hard, pinning Laast's lower body to the ground.

"Well... I didn't mean to tease you, Rhaast. This is just..." Aatrox pushed the hilt of the sword gently, and the sharp blade instantly cut off the two legs on the ground.

"This is just my way of showing respect, Raast - you and I were of the same race, and killing you directly would make you look too undignified."

"What I know... what I've always known... is that you value dignity above all else, Rhaast."

"You are always unwilling to be inferior to others, and you always want to find opportunities to prove that you are the strongest..."

"Right, Rhaast?"

Rhaast remained silent in the face of Aatrox's taunt.

He was still trying his best to run blood magic in an attempt to repair his body.

He is not afraid of death - he cannot be killed, but this body is not immortal.

Once the head is chopped off, Chen Ce's game is over.

Of course he hopes that Chen Ce will die soon, but now he wants to kill Aatrox first - and this body is his only advantage and comeback point.

"Stop struggling, my brother... save yourself some dignity." Aatrox drew his greatsword and raised it above his head. "I will let you die gloriously as a warrior - I have no intention of being your enemy, I just want to obliterate all existence."

"..." Laast continued to guide the blood flow, and he was about to bring his upper body and lower body together.

But Aatrox's sword obviously fell faster.

Raast was at his wits end.

But his host didn't think so.

"Death Sword Qi——!" Aatrox's giant sword struck down hard.

And at the moment when Rhaast was about to separate the corpses, his hand holding the darkin scythe suddenly moved on its own - it was not under his subjective control.

It's like...a muscle memory.

The giant scythe did not attack the opponent, but seemed to spin in a strange way.