Lord of the Witches

The hot, glowing black steam was emerging from McCauley's body, "heard", his head down, his body curled up, his mouth roared with unexplained roar, and strange green bars burst from all over his body, The amount of violent violence that has never been felt, converges into a river, converges into a flood, and wreak havoc on McCawley's body.

The monster gradually merged with McCauley, and a strong "destroying desire" was occupying his brain that always liked to use wisdom.

Click!

The solidified world suddenly began to shatter. The first person who woke up and turned around was the leader of the Holy Guiding Order. This naked young man still followed the previous state. He worked hard, grinning, holding a rotten heart. McCauley stuffed his mouth.

But it was a "monster" face that greeted him, and McCauley was also laughing, and he was laughing wildly.

The young man looked at McCawley's deformed mouth, the constantly open and closed silver teeth, and the spitting saliva, a strange feeling emerged.

Who are we monsters?

In the minds of the leaders of the sect, this doubt came into being.

"You invite me to eat, and I will invite you again."

"boom!"

A fist wrapped in steam and swelled in a circle, slammed into McCawley's waist and belly, slammed into the young man's head. On the surface of the fist, the skin texture disappeared, instead of attaching it, there was a dark background, and there was a dark golden glow circulating on it.

The distance between the two was so close that the leader youth couldn't avoid it. His wide eyes flashed with panic and fear, and then disappeared.

Boom!

It exploded like a big watermelon, and was crushed by great force. Whether it's the skull, the brain sap, or the flesh, it turned into a dirty "mud spot" that sputtered in all directions, but it was burned into coke by the hot steam before it touched Macquarie.

Dozens of yellow-robed cultists on the corpse mountain and on the ground woke up at the same time. They seemed to fall into a state of control instantly, with a pair of mad eyes looking at Macquarie.

In the restored "Gan Lin", the rotten flesh and blood flowed back in the warm sunlight, and a naked perfect body was re-condensed in a blink of an eye, and the "resurrected" leader restored that holy and pitiful face.

He glowed like a "holy man" who came to the world to guide mankind.

"kill him!"

When the leader's voice fell, dozens of yellow robe cultists took off the yellow robe at the same time, revealing a white and beautiful body, but there was no trace of self in their eyes, and they jumped at the same time.

With the sound of "Bang Bang Bang", through the thick yellow smoke that could no longer be contaminated and the scorching steam released from him, Macquarie looked at the corpse mountain, in the warm sunshine, every yellow robe that jumped Christians.

The white flesh was stained with decaying yellow spots, and the twisted crimson spread, alienating their limbs, head, and trunk.

The first "monster" gasped violently, sharp claws easily cut through the hard stone, and the viscous "corpse fluid" dripped down, corroding the ground into holes, it lost its eyes, one A mouth full of sharp teeth and highly toxic mucus occupies most of its skull.

"His ~"

As if it were a signal, when the screaming roar sounded.

A sudden glare of sunlight flashed before McCauley's eyes, and when he looked again, dozens of monsters had already rushed in front of him.

The first variant of the "Bloodthirst", whose pair of claws is about to touch McCawley's body, opened his nausea mouth to the limit, and swallowed towards McCawley's head.

Behind it, in the dense fog, dozens of equally horrible beast shadows rushed.

Not far away, there are only twelve survivors left on the corpse, they are also mutating, but they seem to be less successful.

But one thing, McCauley saw it clearly.

All the "survivors", oh no, can only be called polluted people now. They are part of self in their eyes and disappeared completely.

A touch of complexity passed through Macquarie's eyes.

Immediately, it was a rush to kill, which could not be contained.

The dark breath flowed from McCawley's abdomen, like life, spreading quickly and covering the entire body of the teenager, the dark golden light appeared, and the unthinkable hot steam sprayed out.

Originally filled with the dense yellow smoke of the grotto, this moment was like a heavy blow.

Tropical storm-like steam swept through the cave.

"You all, **** it."

boom! boom! boom!

In Macquarie's roar, the first "bloodthirsty" in front of him seemed to be a dirty piece of paper, shattered by invisible forces. The disgusting minced meat had no time to be sputtered out, and was directly swept by the steam hurricane Swept with one, there are other monsters in the cave.

And, the "mountain" that cost hundreds of human corpses.

Without the illusion, the real stench smell was steamed, which was more than enough to make people want to cut off their noses and fainted.

On the ground, the leader of the Holy Guiding Order slowly fell from the sky.

He sniffed the disgusting smell, his face fascinated, and at the same time felt the terrible danger in it. Above his holy and compassionate look, his eyes were deep in tangle because of the scene in the cave.

The "bloodthirsty" who had high hopes for him are now being ravaged.

No bloodthirsty person can resist McCauley's punch or kick.

In the storm, a real "monster" is rampant, destroying those filthy, depraved lives.

Young people are in a dilemma that they cannot choose.

"At this time, escape and leave? Then what I did for Lord Gaffaro was in vain. It took me a few months to accumulate the mountains of Gaffaro, and then I successfully selected so many believers. If I start from scratch ... … "

"If I don't go, can I beat this guy who doesn't know what **** luck he walked and was favored by big guys?"

The second question, just a circle in his mind, gave birth to the answer.

No!

Although he gained a certain degree of "undead body" after believing in "Gafaro", this kind of witchcraft that can gather filthy flesh and blood to regenerate at any time does not give him a strong fighting power.

Face ordinary people, or extraordinary people who are not good at melee combat.

With spiritual enchantment, flesh and blood rebirth, hymn singing ... these witchcraft leaders are unsolvable.

But if his opponent becomes a "monster" that cannot be fooled or polluted, he is directly in a crisis of life and death.

Thinking of this, the leader put on a red robe and turned to go.

"Perhaps I should have chosen‘ combat priest ’instead of the bloodthirsty servant, which gave me an obvious shortcoming ...”

The young man had just taken a step, and his feet were stagnation for a moment, as if something seemed to come to his mind, the color of excitement appeared.

"No, no, there is a chance."

"My choice is correct. Only by becoming a priest can I be continuously reborn, can I have such a perfect body, can I become a leader of believers ... fighting? Why should I fight, I only have to sacrifice the sacrifice I found for Lord Gaffaroo It ’s enough to sacrifice to the great Him. "

"As for the sacrificed believers, this is their honor."

Quickly murmured, the young man turned back to the cave.

Below, just a few seconds after the battle started, it was already crushed.

Although those "bloodthirsty" can also be resurrected through "Mountain of Gaffalo", but the speed is far from the leader, and the consumption of flesh and blood is also very large, their number is sharply decreasing, the twelve are The polluters will not help.

The young man stood still, with a bizarre posture, his hands pierced his chest, dug out a gap, and the red blood "gudu ~ gudu" flowed out. The strange thing did not fall, but floated in the air, gradually converging into a line "Blood River" went to the sky, and the strange "black clouds" flowed away.

The deep chanting sounded again.

"The great lord, you are the end, the beginning, and the rebirth. You have created the homeland of Gapharo, which is eternal and peaceful ... Your humble believers pray for your coming, come to this filthy, fallen world, and taste the sweetness with your own lips Offering. "

"Humble believers, don't ask for the Lord's rewards, just want to kiss the earth you stepped on, the purified world."

In the shocking prayer picture, a delicate, thick yellow wooden boat suddenly appeared in the chest that was torn open by the youth, and it sailed along the blood river towards the dark cloud. A dozen people were carved on the wooden boat , They are doing all kinds of crazy movements.

In the cave, as the young people sang, they saw a "bloodthirsty", and they exploded automatically before approaching Macquarie. The blood and flesh disappeared in this way. They died in this way, and there was no chance of resurrection.

As the crazy believers devoted their lives one after another, on the wooden boat, the figures of insane humans began to "live".

"Ganlin" is brewing, and the middle and bottom of the dark clouds polluting the sun, a crack is emerging, and the yellow glow is scattered.

A terrible breath began to diffuse.

On the ground, a grinning smile gradually appeared on the face of the young leader.

He seemed to see what kind of doom the **** shit-lucky guy would encounter when the great "Gafaro's Will" came through the "Foolship Ship" that could navigate the two worlds. What a generous reward he will receive for the delicious sacrifice ~ www.novelmtl.com ~ He is a conqueror and wants to take a look at the last expression of the lame kid.

But at this moment, he suddenly realized that his head, his body, solidified.

No, not just that.

The whole world has solidified again.

The flowing river of blood and the dark clouds that fell under the rain of Gan Lin, trying to open more cracks, were frozen by the invisible divine power.

In the void, a white palm protruded.

She grabbed the living "Fool's Ship", the cracks in the "mysterious" hole above, struggling with the thick yellow light, trying to spill down and connect with the wooden boat.

Unfortunately, the unknown and mysterious "He" is not as powerful as the youth imagined.

The fair palm took the wooden boat from the river of blood.

Bang!

The world re-runs, and the blood river immediately turns into the sky and the blood falls down. Inside the cave, a fist with dark gold radiance, wrapped in hot steam, stretched violently to an incredible point, blasted from the bottom, and then the ball The strange dark clouds broke into nothingness.

The young man wanted to scream, but after the corpse mountain and the dark clouds were broken up, and the wooden boat wonder was taken away again, the extraordinary power in his body was declining.

His perfect body began to shrink, the flesh on his body began to rot, and he was entangled with the various diseases that had disappeared.

The once "Rotten Gnome" appeared again, stained with filthy blood, and became paralyzed. Despair and resentment appeared in his eyes, and then he watched Macquarie jumping from the cave, gradually becoming ... beggar.