Hyper-Dimensional Player

Chapter 261 - 132: Annihilation Plane! Slaying the Demon God (Double-Length)

As he casually controlled a person, the Wood Elf Royal Mage raised a finger, and arcs of electricity converged to form powerful lightning that pierced through the air. The Blood-red Executioner not far away became paralyzed, surrounded by crackling electric light, and his entire body displayed a hint of charred traces.

This Dark Elf had very dark skin; if it were a human, he would likely have been scorched by the powerful current.

The Tigerman’s figure flashed by.

He appeared unremarkably, backstabbed unremarkably, and then unremarkably took a head away, before unremarkably disappearing in place.

If Duncan wasn’t using a god’s perspective, he wouldn’t have realized his presence at all.

This Tigerman didn’t have any sense of presence!

The battle was almost over very quickly, but these three did not kill all the blood-red hunters. The Wood Elf Royal Mage took out one gem after another, uttered incantations, and reached out towards the enemies who were still gasping for breath.

Hiss!

Duncan felt a chill down his spine as he watched.

From the god’s perspective, the enemy emitted a series of shrill screams, and then their souls seemed like smoke, directly extracted out. The intangible souls seemed like a mist-like energy, drawn out by the Wood Elf Mage’s incantations, completely infused into the strange crystal stone in his palm.

"Whoa? Soul extraction!"

Compared to the Wood Elf Royal Mage’s spell, the Catman Priest’s little summoning ceremony was nothing more than child’s play.

Souls were drying up one by one!

On the ground remained the Dark Elves, looking like withered corpses, evil enough to be compared with the Warlocks in Warcraft, yet everyone present seemed accustomed, as if soul extraction was the most ordinary thing.

The battle ended.

The Wood Elf Royal Mage flicked his fingers, and a Soul Crystal Stone flew towards the Nord Warriors, while another flew towards the hidden Tigerman Assassin.

They caught them casually and were surprisingly able to cast spells to infuse their weapons with magic using these Soul Crystal Stones.

However, their spellcasting abilities were very low.

The intelligent creatures of this world seemed to be born with a bit of a Mana Bar, but most couldn’t reach such a high level of magic skills.

"Let’s go."

After the Nord Warriors simply cleaned up the battlefield, the leading Wood Elf Royal Mage said, "These Dark Elven Queen’s hunting dogs are endless."

"Let’s cross the Northern Ridge first to avoid their pursuit."

The group soon left.

After they were gone, Duncan cautiously flew over, circling the battlefield, and took a look at those Dark Elf corpses that seemed withered without their souls. There were still scattered spoils on the ground; the armor was too cumbersome to carry, so Duncan grabbed a few weapons, took off anew, and flew towards the direction of the Catman tribe.

—"Blood-red Warblade (Curiosities): The weapons used by the blood-red hunters of the Dark Elf Empire. They are fanatical followers of the Dark Elven Queen, maintaining her oppressive tyrannical rule. Weapon traits include armor piercing, bleeding, sharpness, poisoning.

Additional Elf Rune - Bleeding: After attacking the target, the enemy’s wounds are extremely difficult to heal and will keep bleeding."

These standardized weapons of the Dark Elves were even stronger than those of the Oathkeepers.

But considering that the mages of this world could freely extract souls, it wasn’t surprising that the level of curiosity crafting was higher. Duncan now realized that the magic usage of soul energy in this world had reached a very high level.

"No wonder the Catman tribe wanted to flee!"

"It’s more ruthless out there."

Among Duncan’s vassals, there were also quite a few Catman combat units with two-star marks, but compared to them, they were simply crushed.

This was his first contact with the indigenous people of different races.

Duncan had the most direct feeling that those three didn’t seem like good people either, but by comparison, the Dark Elves were purely evil creatures. Whether it was their combat style or the ruthless killing intent displayed on them, be it elves or humans, they all carried an aura of savage fierceness.

If you’re not ruthless, you can’t stand firm.

The elves of this world did not leave Duncan with even a sliver of the elegance he imagined, merely looking externally like the legendary elves, but feeling even more brutal than humans in action.

The fierce wind howled.

The Juvenile Dragon flew over the Northern Ridge once again, and after throwing the weapons onto the altar, he used the stratagem map to mark those three units, then judged their direction of movement, and flew ahead of them all at once.

What were these people looking for?

With the advantage of flight, Duncan arrived ahead of them, hoping to discover something.

"Could it be they’re looking for some lost Divine Artifact?"

A trio nearly reaching Legendary Power wouldn’t just run to the desolate Northern Land for no reason; Duncan expanded the strategic map to see if there was any unexpected surprise around the glacier.

Who knows how long passed.

Duncan had flown quite far; all around were snow-covered mountain ranges, until a certain dark area was lit up, and soon a special mark emerged.

—Ancient Ruins (Demon Altar).

Near the mountaintop, Duncan saw a broken effigy, seemingly an altar of some Demon God, vaguely discernible as a goddess, due to the opened skirt and outstretched arms that seemed to embrace the starry sky. The sacrificial flames had long since extinguished, with numerous scattered bones around.

"No hostile marks detected."

The Juvenile Dragon circled and slowly descended, observing this mighty statue hundreds of meters tall, searching for anything potentially useful.