A gentle breeze kept blowing in the air, and the dark green scattered grass leaves slowly floated across the ground under the blowing of the air, but when it adhered to a few drops of blood, the breeze no longer had the strength to bring it up. The sticky blood pulled the grass leaves tightly on the ground, and then was stepped over by a huge battle boot and rubbed into the bloody blood on the ground.

The grass growing on this land is rich in nutrients, but no one is willing to grazle on this land, because a large number of human players on this land are discarded together like livestock. These are the players who want to take advantage of Hannibal's butt. None of them escaped alive. They were killed by the Drow elves and left in one place.

These players who originally wanted to follow Hannibal's butt and found the trauma of the trauma army, but they all died in the hands of the trauma elves. Of course, fire players must be **, and good swimmers drowned. The most depressing thing at this moment was Hannibal. He did not think he was a military genius, but he would never think that he would lose to others in commanding battles and sneak attacking the enemy. But Hannibal capsized in the gutter tonight because the players behind his butt who could not even hide traces, all of them were blocked by him and his Central Knights.

However, he didn't have time to think about why he fell into a trap. His spirit and will were concentrated on Senaru? Zamao, and even he ignored the screams of his subordinates not far away. If Hannibal won in this battle, he would definitely win, because he was almost at the point where he was exhausted. But there was a kind of force in his heart that made him, who was bloodthirsty and crazy, not only did he not go crazy, but gradually began to calm down. Hannibal always thought that he was just a child of a businessman, and perhaps even a child of a businessman, he was just a butcher's son.

But he climbed to this realm step by step through his own efforts. When he achieved the Holy Land, he was less than forty years old. He could be said to be one of the youngest Holy Land powerhouses in the Hansting Empire. At that time, all honors, money and power were very close to him. But as time went by, he seemed to be getting farther and farther away from his original dream. When he became a high-level Holy Land, he was already one hundred years old. It took nearly sixty years to improve his strength to this realm, but he wasted too much time, and because he had not made any progress, Hannibal's temper became very strange, which was also one of the reasons why he eventually became a white butcher.

When his father died, Hannibal had just woken up from his rich and rich life, but at that time he was already sixty years old. He wasted nearly twenty years of cultivation, and because he had not laid a solid foundation when he was just promoted to the Holy Realm, Hannibal's strength improved extremely slowly. Because of his strange and irritable temper, Hannibal was eventually sent to the Central Knights, which is the so-called Elderly Knights. In this Knights, those with the centurion level above were basically Saint-level powerhouses, but they were as old as Hannibal. Even if the Saint-land powerhouses have a long life of nearly eight hundred years, the Saint-land over sixty years old is basically not considered to have the opportunity to advance to the legend, and the Empire naturally would not have more resources to devote to these people. They were naturally demoted in disguise. From the original pride of heaven to the current second-rate knight and the imperial reserve soldier trainer.

In fact, don't look at Hannibal as young as he was so young and handsome, it was just because he was only forty years old when he advanced to the Saint Level. The power of the Saint Level allowed him to remain in the best condition of his body, but this kind of maintenance was not absolute. When his strength was weak, his skin began to age and wrinkle, and his originally gray temples became paler. The large amount of consumption of life and the weakness of power made Hannibal look more like an old man in his twilight years. However, this old man still acted like the wind, waving an extremely terrifying butcher knife, and his eyes became brighter and brighter.

Gorsenaru Zamao knew Hannibal's situation at this moment, and his first choice was definitely not to continue fighting. Instead, he turned around and ran away. However, the drow elves had the advantage now. Two of the five Saint-level centurions had been killed. Their heads fell to the ground and revealed their white-haired faces wrapped in the helmet. But in order to kill these two old centurions, the drows paid several times the price. Not to mention the two killed Saint-level Drow elves warriors, nearly twenty died just by the ordinary Drow elves warriors who were used to restrain these two centurions and the ten-level warriors who were only one step away from the Saint-level.

However, without the help of the two old knights, the knights of the already precarious Knights became even more vulnerable. Because there were only three centurions left, but Zoer and the Taurus still had eight saintly powerful men, which means that none of them had to deal with the two holy realms. Now it has increased to deal with 2.66 holy realms. Of course, those holy realms cannot be cut open. In fact, two of the three centurions have to face the suppression of the enemies of the three lower holy realms, so their pressure will be even greater.

What's worse is that one of the three centurions was injured. It didn't seem to be able to survive. If the centurion fell down, the other two remaining centurions would be really finished. But no matter how they called Hannibal, Hannibal could not respond to them at this moment. In the minds of these three centurions, they didn't think Hannibal would give up on them, and the friendship that had been together for nearly twenty years was not so easy to break. They knew in their hearts that Hannibal would definitely not be able to split up to help them at this moment. If he could free up his hands, their two old friends would not be cut off.

But they didn't know that their old friend was not unable to free his hands, but was unable to free his hands. He had forgotten where he was. Only the burning battle and the Taurus chief with colorful hair remained in his eyes. The battle that had been silent in Hannibal's body for nearly a few years seemed to break out completely today. There was a fierce battle in Hannibal's heart at this moment. This was a pure battle without any bloodthirsty meaning. But that's it, Senaru Zamao, who fought with Hannibal, still felt that his body was cold all over, and what was even more terrifying was that every time Hannibal fell a knife in his hand, he would pull out some blood lines from Lao Zamao's wounds.

These blood lines were not originally accused by Sennaru. Zamao. Because his wounds were always flowing out, the blood was thrown out as he fought. However, as time went by, when the battle in Hannibal's eyes was almost as physical, Sennaru. Zamao felt that something was wrong, and gradually emitted a very terrifying aura from Hannibal. The moment he saw the other party's eyes, Lao Zamao felt like a cow that was about to be slaughtered, and at the same time he noticed that the blood on his body was being pulled and revealed.

"Damn it! He actually advanced at this time!" Old Zamao really hoped that he could explode and then slash Hannibal to death with an axe, but the only thing he could do at the moment was to retreat and firmly protect himself. A high-level holy realm that was about to advance is very terrifying, because at the moment of promotion he could burst out with more terrifying combat power than when he advanced. After promotion Hannibal is a real powerful man in the titled Sanctuary, but at the moment of promotion he could burst out with combat power comparable to low-level legends. This is a very terrifying thing. Once this matter is discovered, the people of the Zamao who may be besieging the Central Knights' Order may die.

In fact, what Senaru Zamao should do now is to call several other living low-level holy lands and siege Hannibal together in order to kill him before he advances. But Senaru Zamao was afraid of his mistake in judgment. After all, Hannibal showed no state at this moment, his body was declining and even his hair turned gray. If he was so weak, he might directly turn into a corpse. Every step forward of the holy powerhouse consumed terrifying resources, and it was also very dangerous. Moreover, the journey of the holy level promotion legend was even full of thorns and was accidentally crushed to pieces. Old Zamao had not experienced this kind of promotion, but in fact his last promotion was completed in battle. But that time was also very dangerous. If he hadn't been strong enough, he would have been a corpse in the underground world.

If Hannibal failed to advance, then Sennaru would naturally not need to take action. He would be crushed into powder in an instant under the might of the world. But if Hannibal successfully advanced, the combat power he had exploded before would be extremely terrifying. He would be even more perverted when he advanced to the real title-sealed holy level, which is a half-step legend. At that time, Sennaru Zamao probably wouldn't even have time to say hello to his tribe members. He would choose to escape directly if he could escape. It seems that he is basically in the current situation.

There is no possibility of escaping, because no matter where he retreats, Hannibal chases him like a maggot. The butcher knife in his hand chases old Zamao like life. Moreover, the more he chases, the more tired he gets, but Hannibal is getting more and more energetic. Not only does his eyes become brighter and brighter, but his body gradually recovers. A trace of red breath is constantly extracted from Senaru Zamao's blood and slowly injects into Hannibal's own body, making his body not tired but stronger in battle.

If the process of mastering power at the holy level, then the legend is the process of slowly elevating from controlling power to comprehending the rules, while the gods master the rules and they can do whatever they want under the framework of the rules. At this moment, Hannibal is in a state of mastering power to comprehending the rules. Although only the preliminary understanding of the rules is enough to slowly gain some benefits. When he goes from initial understanding of the rules to fully comprehending the rules, it is time for him to become a real legend from the titled Holy Land. When Hannibal becomes a legend, his unique domain of power and blood will be born. Now he subconsciously uses only the prototype power of this field, which is the rule of blood, and uses the enemy's blood to restore his body functions.

Such power is absolutely terrifying. It is very consistent with Hannibal's fighting style. As a butcher, bathing in blood is what he likes the most. Now he can use this power to make himself not only not weaken in battle, but will become stronger and stronger as he fights. However, the premise is that he can really advance. As Hannibal constantly waves the butcher knife, his body began to unconsciously attract the blood around him, the blood of the dead knights, the blood of the dead drow elves and the black-horned tartars were all unconsciously attracted by Hannibal, and slowly formed a blood-red cloud behind him.

Looking at the clouds in front of you, Sennaru, who had lost too much blood, was a little dazzled by the eyes of Zamao's bull eyes almost fell out of his eye sockets. At the same time, the remaining knights and the Drow elves of the Central Knights who were fighting in the distance stopped because they all felt the fear coming from their hearts, which was a fear that seemed to have something extremely terrifying. These knights and Drow elves had more or less wounds on their bodies, and at this moment a large amount of blood was tearing the wounds with the pull of the blood cloud, and a large amount of blood began to squirt out of the wounds. Faced with this situation, even if the opponent was going to kill his enemies at this moment, everyone also let go of the battle and turned to run away because they felt that they might die if they didn't escape.

.The two centurions who survived eventually escaped with more than 200 remaining Knights of the Central Knights. The same Drow elves and the Templar Clan leader, Senaru, Zamao, also escaped. Compared to the others running wildly with their legs, Lao Zamao directly tore a teleportation scroll and ran away. He didn't care whether the teleportation scroll could work in this situation, because he knew that it was impossible to run fast in his own state. With a large amount of blood loss, Lao Zamao had already seen the shadows, and his wounds were still bleeding out and finally healed. Some of the wounds were torn apart again. Large swells of blood flowed out like a fountain and then slowly flowed to Hannibal's body under the guidance of a strange force.

When Lao Zamao's body was surrounded by teleportation spells and left instantly, Hannibal's eyes were completely surrounded by blood like red jade. His appearance became very strange at this moment. A head that had originally turned dry and pale was found to have turned into blood red, and a red crystal was rolling between his eyebrows as if it was about to form but was still missing something. At this moment, Hannibal's self-consciousness began to sink into the material that he needed to advance now. For him, the so-called material was a lot of blood.

For him, there are two ways to obtain blood. The first is to chase and kill the remaining members of the Central Knights who are running away. However, he subconsciously eliminated this one because there is still humanity in Hannibal's heart. If he was a complete demon, he would definitely attack the remaining members of the Central Knights, because they supported each other at this moment, and even escaped. Not only did he not attack these people, he also took the initiative to cut off the thin line of void that pulled the blood from these knights, and even replenished some blood to those very seriously injured knights. This approach made these Central Knights feel very puzzled, but when they saw Hannibal's face flashing faintly in the red clouds, they immediately understood.

However, Hannibal's unconscious behavior was immediately replaced by the desire for blood. He quickly turned to chase the large army of the runaway Drow elves. He now needs blood to advance, and if there is not enough blood, he will be the one who dies. The hunger of his body made him step faster, and his figure rushed towards the runaway Drow elves with a cloud of blood. The moment his body fell, a large number of thin void lines were directly connected to the wounds of these Drow elves. The butcher knife that Hannibal waved out continued to create blood.

"Not enough! Not enough! Need more! More!!" A large amount of blood flowed on the ground as the fall of the Drow and the Tauren fell, but these blood still could not meet Hannibal's need for promotion. In fact, if he could kill several Saint-level Drow or Saint-level Taurens, it would probably reduce his demand for ordinary blood. However, these Drow and Taurens were very slippery. Almost the moment Hannibal rushed over, they chose to tear open the teleportation scroll and run away with the same movement as the Tauren leader.

Of course, these low-level sanctuary powerhouses of the Drow Elves are much luckier than Sennaru Zamao. When he was very lucky to teleport back to Beihu Town, the base camp of the Drow Elves on the ground, he was already as thin as skin and bones. A large amount of blood was absorbed by Hannibal to become the nutrient for him to advance to the title of the Saint Level, which made Lao Zamao's strength plummet at this moment, and he almost lost his life. Moreover, he got out of the portal because he didn't even have the power to lift his feet to walk.

But Lao Zamao is still lucky. At least he is still alive. The same Dow and the Taurus who can escape back using the teleportation scroll are lucky. Only those Taurus and the Taurus who cannot escape will never see them. Because they are completely wrapped in a dark red blood cloud, shrill screams and roars of fear continue to spread in the night. When Hannibal finally killed the last Dow, a blood cloud of 100 meters had already gathered around his body. The thick blood cloud not only rolled under the night, like a large piece of red silk. Hannibal encountered those who were dealing with the players while chasing these Dow elves.

The corpse of the Drows, who saw their own people being hunted, naturally chose to raise their weapons to attack Hannibal, but what they are now meeting Hannibal who is in the promotion state. He has no human mind, some are just mechanical ideas for upgrading and obtaining materials, and he will not be tired, especially when the players' corpses are piled up together and a large amount of blood flows, these blood that has not yet dried up are instantly drawn out by Hannibal and rushed into the blood cloud behind him. The dead players' bodies were completely shriveled, like mummies, and it is precisely because of the players' corpse that Hannibal finally collected enough of the blood needed to advance.

This is definitely an important moment for Hannibal to determine his destiny. A large amount of blood floated in the air and emitted a very strange aura, but this aura was not evil and different from the blood demons created with undead spells. Because all the blood exists only for Hannibal to maintain the battle, they have no attack power. Now the only thing Hannibal has to do is to absorb the essence of these blood and successfully advance to the title-selection holy level.
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