Infinite Throne

   Chapter 497 Plague Monk

   It may be a bit exaggerated to say that it was fried.

   But those who performed the most excessively on the battlefield, the blood vessels that bulged on the surface of the body exploded in an instant, turning into a **** man in a blink of an eye.

   Those bloodshot eyes, the pupils disappeared, leaving only a penetrating pale white.

Yi Rin's eyes narrowed, and Xiao Shisan's ancient sword appeared in his hand. After he launched it like a shadow, Yi Rin easily walked through the two sides fighting between the tribe and the alliance. The hand holding the knife cut it down.

  The meat is good.

  Chop up neatly.

   "Rin, something is wrong with them."

   In the team channel, Mai Oda said in a cold tone.

   "Chopped! ... I mean hands!"

  Irin wanted to make the instructions more concise and clear, but as soon as the words came out, Irin worried that Oda Mai would chop the whole person to death, so he quickly added an explanation.

"Oh…"

  Oda Mai whispered.

  You are disappointed with the wool!

  Irin keenly sensed a bit of loss in Oda Mai's tone, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. But now is obviously not a good time to complain.

"Um?"

  Irin noticed that the chopped palm had "grown" with the knife at some point. The meat on the palm merged with the [Scarlet Butcher Knife] without any sense of disobedience, and the knife became a part of them.

  After Yi Rin cut "them" off, a strange green light appeared on the [Scarlet Butcher's Knife], so green that it made people panic.

Mengxin, whose arms were cut off by Yi Rin, had long been unaware that they were crying, and there was a terrifying smile on their **** faces. Drawing".

  I saw the "Mengxin" break their arms and move to the ground. From the broken arm that exudes a strange green light, pseudopods suddenly stretched out and reconnected with their broken arms.

  Irin sighed lightly when she saw this scene. But he did not give up the treatment, and immediately commanded in the team channel:

   "Listen to everyone, cut off their arms holding the knife, whether or not there is a change!"

   "My parents also..."

   Xu Jingjing was stunned for Yilin's order and questioned.

   "If you don't want them to die, just cut it!"

  Irin didn't explain much, but her tone was decisive.

   Xu Jing gritted his teeth.

   At this moment, although she was not familiar with Yi Rin, she still chose to believe.

  It's just an arm, it's nothing compared to life.

  Thinking of this, Xu Jingjing took out a skinning knife with an animal skin wrapped around its handle, and with two swipes, chopped off the wrists of Xu Zhiyong and his wife.

   Before that, Irin had already reminded that there was something wrong with that weapon. So on the third day of the battlefield, Xu Jingjing told the two of them not to kill monsters unless they had to. And they remained sane until Xu Jingjing cut off their wrists.

   Xu Jingjing had no time to explain before he started. When the wrist holding the knife fell to the ground, Xu Zhiyong and his wife were stunned for a while, then they held their broken wrist, which was bloody, in pain, sweating in cold sweat.

   "Dad, Mom, I'm sorry! I don't have time to explain!"

   Xu Jingjing dragged the two through the battlefield after he started. From time to time, bow and shoot arrows to kill the surrounding Union soldiers.

  Similar situations occur in different corners of the battlefield.

  Oda Mai roamed the battlefield, but this time, her target was no longer those Alliance soldiers. Instead, she turned into a madman with a broken hand. Everywhere she passed, the sword flashed, and her arms fell to the ground. The efficiency was terrifyingly high, and she was indeed professional.

  Gouzi was more direct, put on a fighting posture, flew towards Mengxin, and cut it with a hand knife... It's not broken, come again!

   Until it is interrupted alive, it is extremely brutal.

   Pan Zhengyi actually understood Irin's order this time.

   Hehe laughed wildly and killed the newcomers.

   An iron rod was lifted high and fell heavily, and then fell, and fell again…

never mind.

   Not to mention.

Too cruel.

   The screams of the freshmen resounded in the sky. But soon, the scream was suppressed by an even more miserable voice, and it couldn't make much wind and waves.

   Personal life, death and pain are completely inconspicuous to the battlefield.

"late."

   In a few breaths, those Mengxin had already changed into another appearance, covered with **** rotten flesh, falling down piece by piece. The most terrifying thing is their belly, the internal organs in the stomach are constantly squirming and exposed to everyone.

The scarlet butcher knife seemed to have come to life, growing together with the hands of Mengxin and becoming their "organ". The pale eyeballs of the Mengxin could not distinguish their emotions, and the rotting throat issued a hoarse dry roar. , rushing frantically to the depths of the Alliance Legion.

   "Damn!"

At this time, the alliance soldiers who were busy fighting with the orcs noticed the existence of these "abnormalities" in the orc army, and trembled: "It's the evil monk of the undead race! Damn, how can those **** undead appear in the here!"

   "Impossible! The damned undead clan didn't hide in the Undercity because of the strange disease of 'flesh growing on the bones' of the entire clan, and they dare not come out to meet people! How could they appear here!"

   "Damn the undead!"

   The mere evil monks did not arouse the fear of the warriors of the alliance, but aroused the blood of the alliance. They turned their guns and killed the newcomers who had become evil monks.

   "Hoohooohooo—"

  The evil monks let out a hideous laughter, and in an instant, green light flashed on their bodies, and they exuded bursts of stench visible to the naked eye.

The   green gas, when it was emitted, was like a gangrene attached to the bones, attached to any living body around it.

   Regardless of the enemy or the ally, all the soldiers who were stained with the green aura, their bodies quickly rotted and melted at a speed visible to the naked eye, and they grew abscesses and blisters, which were extremely terrifying.

"Ah ah ah ah ah-"

"Oh wiping-"

   "It's the plague!"

   "Those evil monks are spreading the plague!"

   "Could it be the "Blood of the Fallen" that has been lost for many years??"

  The Horde and the Alliance screamed at the same time.

   "Stay away from all plague monks!"

   In just two seconds, Yilin combined with the development of the plot, and the speed of light gave a satisfactory name to the new monster on the battlefield.

  Irin had long since realized that something was wrong, so he flew high into the air, waved his hand, and summoned the Nightmare.

   "Gentleman from the great realm of Cybertron, shining..."

  Dream's Cybertron said nothing before Irin slapped Nightmare in Oda Mai's direction with a slap.

"woo woo woo woo…"

   "Xu Jingjing, follow that car!"

"it is good!"

It was not the first time for Oda Mai and Yi Rin to fight side by side. At the moment the Nightmare appeared, Oda Mai picked up Xu Jingjing from the crowd. Tian Wu carried her clothes and flew into the sky.

   "Overloaded ah ah ah ah! Rumble rumble—"

  The Dire is very aggrieved, but it doesn't dare to strike except to complain. Immediately, the Nightmare did not hesitate, the exhaust pipe spewed a thick smell of alcohol, and entered the drunk driving flying mode.

   is condescending.

  Irin stared blankly at the changes in the battlefield.

   A dozen of the most unscrupulous Mengxins have all transformed into terrifying monsters that spread the plague on the battlefield.

Whether it's the Alliance Legion or the Horde Legion, after the plague monks appeared, how could they be bothered to check in and go to work, they all retreated to their respective battle formations in a hurry, and when they ran, they cried for their father and mother, and didn't even care about weapons .

   In the center of the battlefield, a large green "fog of plague" appeared. The soldiers who didn't have time to run were melted into blood and water after a while, leaving only pale bones and fell powerlessly on the battlefield.

"one two Three…"

  Irin's eyes swept away, and among those who survived, there were a full eighteen apostles who had become plague monks.

  In the display of [Number of Survivors], the eighteen perverted Mengxin seem to be judged to be in a "surviving" state, and they can also bring benefits to Yilin and the others at the point of death.

   But after becoming like this, Irin was not sure whether they could return to their original appearance after they returned alive. After all, the mechanism of tower repair can only repair "injury", and their state, which is obviously transformed into another "life body" by some strange force, does not seem to belong to the category of "injury".

   Mengxin, who survived and did not become the evil monk of the plague, woke up after his arm was cut off in time. At first, they were inexplicably cut off by the seniors, thinking that the seniors wanted to kill them, with hatred in their hearts.

   But when they witnessed the former "similar" turn into such a terrifying ghost, they couldn't think of what Irin and others did to save them.

   Immediately, including Ren Jian, all the survivors had mixed emotions of shame and annoyance in their hearts.

  The preparatory apostle after the metamorphosis, the lethality is almost incomparable. That huge body is extremely sensitive. I saw only eighteen plague monks, exuding terrifying green gas all over their bodies, forcing the tide-like Alliance Legion to retreat.

   That scene was like eighteen wolves who hadn't bathed for countless years, chasing a large group of fragrant little white sheep.

   The plague monks grinned, and the scarlet butcher knives in their hands were connected to their flesh and blood. The evil monks' wrists, which were covered with rotten flesh, flicked, and the scarlet butcher knife flew out in the blink of an eye. The long fleshy whiskers wrapped around a group of soldiers and pulled them to their side, enduring the suffering of the plague.

   So brutal!

   Seeing that the plague monk possesses such terrifying lethal power, Yilin's eyes narrowed. Although it seems to be a good thing for now, but thinking about the consequences of their wanton brushing of points on the battlefield on the first day...

   "Damn tribal pigs! May the Holy Light purify you!"

  Boom!

   The sky shone with light.

   A thunderous bang.

   A bolt of lightning fell from the sky, slamming a plague monk into coke.

  【Number of survivors of the prepared apostles: 65. 】

  …and lost another 1000 DP.

  But Yi Rin ignored the pain and looked at the sky.

   A mighty shadow surged from the rear of the Alliance Army, covering the sky and the sun, and shadows shrouded the battlefield.

  I saw the dwarf Muradin King Bronzebeard, sitting on a fantastic mount with a huge eagle head and lion body. The short body was almost covered by the horse's hair. If it wasn't for his efforts to hold the hammer dazzling with lightning to make him more conspicuous, Yi Rin would not have noticed that someone was sitting on the back of the mount for a while.

   "It's the Griffin Knights!"

   "May the Holy Light bless us!"

   "For the Alliance!"

  When Wang Tongbeu led the Griffon Knights out, the soldiers of the Alliance who were defeated once again had high morale and cheered.

   This time,

  It's their turn!

up in the air.

   Gouzi, Oda Mai, and Irin were startled for a while, then they all smiled.

   Killed the BOSS!

   (end of this chapter)