The Cursed Ship Chapter 696: The poet Kirabu
"The eight human races delivered to your door, you can have an extra meal today..."
A five-meter-high Demon Race came out of the devilish energy, carrying a dark stone rod, and radiating fluctuations of the law's power on its body.
"Apostle of Power Magic..." Almost everyone in the scout team, including the Great Sword Master, changed their expressions drastically.
In the true demons, most demons are power demons, and they use various heavy weapons. There are only a few demons with attribute talents, such as earth demons, wind demons, water demons, ice demons, fire demons, lava trolls, succubus, tree demons... the demon apostle in front of us is a power demon.
When everyone’s discoloration changed, Kirab was still calm and breezy, took out a book of poems from the space ring, and whispered softly: "He is here, with a devil’s smile, making the wind and clouds change color. The creatures are trembling, and the river is trembling. Whimpering..."
Hathaway wanted to smash his head with a rod, life and death, not thinking about how to get out, and still writing poems about the devil here... However, facing the apostle-level demons, would they still have a chance to get out? This guy doesn't regard death as his hometown, right?
"Oh, I like your poems!" The Limo Apostle opened his big mouth, looked at Kirab with bloodthirsty eyes, and said in the common language of Xuansa Great World, "In return, I will keep you. At the end, cook carefully before eating..."
"Run..." The Great Sword Master suddenly took out his sword, struggling to cut out a grudge that was hundreds of meters long, trying to cover his companions to escape.
However, everyone did not run away. Their strength was either level 9 or level 8. They could not run through the apostles at all. They would only be killed by the opponent one by one if they were scattered.
The druid transformed the sharpest wolf claws and swung hundreds of meters to tear the magic apostle. Hathaway used the strongest big freezing technique, with a wand pointing to the magic apostle, snow fell, and the temperature dropped sharply to close to minus 200 degrees Celsius.
Catherine used the fiery sea of purgatory, turning the ground under the power magic apostle into a fiery sea of purgatory, and Hathaway’s attack formed a double sky of ice and fire. The other two male warriors wield big swords like the Great Sword Master to perform the most powerful slash.
The last female archer shot a sky-bow feather arrow, and countless arrows appeared, shooting down from the sky like raindrops.
The apostle of Banmon showed contemptuous eyes. It mobilized the power of the law, swung a ten-meter-long thick stone rod, and all the attacks dissipated like fireworks. The strength of the two sides is not at the same level at all, and the Limo Apostle is an absolute dimensionality reduction blow.
The faces of the few people are as gray as death. They don't understand why they have been in the Demon Race Occupied Area for dozens of days to investigate the situation. How could they be found by the Demon Race Apostle at the end of the mission.
The Apostle of Limo greedily glanced at the three women, focusing on Catherine and Hathaway for a moment. Their white and delicate bodies must be refreshing to eat. The female archer has a fit body and will chew more...It sticks out its claws and turns into hundreds of meters long and dozens of meters long, and first grabs three women.
The magic hand carries the power of the law, and the bound space makes it impossible to move, and several people show hopelessness.
At this moment, Kirab unhurriedly opened the collection of poems, tore off a piece of parchment and threw it to the Apostle of Limo. The parchment paper emits a faint golden light, and there are countless words flying around. Those words are mantras and the language of gods.
I saw the parchment falling on the Apostle of Limo slowly but quickly, disintegrating on its own, transforming into more words, like a long poem surrounding the Apostle of Limo. The incantation penetrates its body, as it penetrates nothingness, without being hindered.
While other teachers were stunned, the Limo Apostle silently turned into pieces of fly ash, and disappeared into the air in an instant, without even leaving a trace of the devilish energy.
Seven people swallowed their saliva neatly and made a "grunt" sound.
"God...artifact?" The female archer exclaimed, her eyes staring shockingly at the collection of poems in Kirabu's hand.
"Hehe, a little baby at the bottom of the box!" Kirabu closed the collection of poems and put it into the space ring.
The crowd sucked in air-conditioning sharply. Nima, this guy actually possesses a magical tool. Isn't it true that the gods are talking about him, and he doesn't panic when facing the Limo Apostle. If we have this kind of fierce material, we can be calm and gentle.
"Who?" The druid swiped a claw and smashed a pile of grass ten meters away, revealing a young man with a dull look.
"Who are you?" The Great Sword Master looked up and down. This guy was black-haired and black-eyed. He looked masculine and handsome, but he seemed to be frightened by the battle just now.
Kirabu stared at Zheng Yang for a while, instinctively a little disgusted, this kind of emotion was unreasonable and inexplicable, which surprised him secretly. Isn't this guy a horrible hate and unpleasant by nature?
Zheng Yang scolded his mother in his heart, he just slowed down his action, the cooked duck was eaten to the point that there were no bones left.
That mother cannon moves very fast, flipping through the collection of poems, tearing off the parchment and throwing it out. He can see it clearly, but he can't keep up with the reaction. This anomaly is not undetectable by people above the same realm.
A guy who pretends to be a pig and eats a tiger! Such strength is definitely an apostle senior or above.
Since there is no law of fluctuation outside the body, there are only two possibilities. One is to have the original chaotic world like him, or some means to conceal the fluctuation of the law. But I have never heard of any means to conceal the fluctuations in the laws of the apostle's body, so the most likely thing is-this guy is a god.
A **** among the transcendents, what does he want to do?
The attacks of several other people also opened Zheng Yang's horizons. The power system of magic, fighting spirit, archery, druids, and Xuansa seems to be far more complete than that of Zhonghai and Haiwai. The systems of Zhonghai and Haiwai are relatively post-modern. ...
Zheng Yang's slow response made the scout team look at each other with frowns~IndoMTL.com~The Great Sword Master said: "Lost the breath of an apostle, it is easy to attract other demon apostles. We'd better leave here first."
Among the other two male fighters, one is too old and looks like he is fifty years old. He carried a big sword and walked in front of Zheng Yang and said, "My child, it is dangerous here. You should leave immediately."
Zheng Yang translated through Blair, oh, finally there was an expression on his face.
He looked at these people one by one. The three women are very mature and beautiful, especially Catherine’s long wavy hair, which is somewhat similar to Loveni, and is the type he likes...cough, not greedy, Just for comparison, there are still a group of beauties, big and small, confiscated at home!
Suspected goddess, his eyes are a bit wrong, and he looks at it with a hint of doubt...He can't help thinking: Don't doubt, brother's orientation is normal, not playing with you!
"If it is a god, has he already seen my identity in my previous life? The eyes of the gods on Muse Island... I heard that the eyes of the true sight called the gods, I saw that I belonged to the Lord of Thorns Reincarnation, this girl can see it too? The expression in his eyes was clearly wondering how I appeared in the world of Xuan Sa..."