Lord of Mystics Chapter 487: Fool’s Ship
The hot, black glowing steam was emerging from McCauley's body, "chirping". He lowered his head, curled up his body, and gave an unexplained roar in his mouth, and strange green bars from all over his body The bursts of violent violence that have never been felt, converge into a river, converge into a flood, and wreak havoc on the body of McCawley's.
The monster is gradually merging with McCauley, and a strong "destroying desire" is occupying his brain that has always liked to use wisdom.
Kaka!
The solidified world suddenly began to shatter. The first person who woke up and turned around was the leader of Order of the Guiding Saints. This naked young man still followed the previous state. He worked hard, grinning, holding a rotten heart towards McCawley's. Put it in your 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 mind of the leader of the sect, when this doubt arises.
"You invite me to eat, and I will invite you again."
"Boom!"
A fist that was wrapped in steam and swelled in a circle, slammed into McCawley's waist and abdomen, 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 circling on it.
The distance between the two is so close that the young leader can't avoid it. His wide eyes flashed with panic and fear, and then disappeared.
Boom!
It burst, like a big watermelon, shattered by great force. Whether it's the skull, the brain sap, or the flesh, it turned into a filthy "mud spot" that splashed in all directions, but it was burnt into coke by the hot steam before it hit Macquarie.
On the corpse mountain, and dozens of yellow robe cultists on the ground, waking up at the same time, they seemed to be in a state of control instantly, with a pair of mad eyes looking at Macquarie.
In the restored "Gan Lin", the decaying 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 "resurrection" leader restored the 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 their 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 hot steam released from him, Macquarie looked at the corpse mountain, each of which jumped in the warm sunshine Yellow robe cultist.
The white flesh is stained with decaying yellow spots, and the twisted crimson spreads, alienating their limbs, head, and trunk.
The first "monster", it panted violently, sharp claws easily cut through the hard stones, and the thick "corpse fluid" dripped down, corroding the ground into holes, it lost Both eyes, a mouth covered with sharp teeth and highly toxic mucus, occupy most of the area of its skull.
"His ~"
It seemed to be a signal, when this roar of thin saliva sounded.
During McCawley's's eyes, a glaring sun flashed by, and when I looked at it again, dozens of monsters had already rushed to the front.
The first mutated version of "Bloodthirst", whose pair of claws are about to touch the body of McCawley's, open to the extreme disgusting mouth, swallowed towards the head of McCawley's.
Behind it, in the dense fog, dozens of equally terrifying beast shadows rushed.
Not far away, there are only twelve survivors left on the corpse, they are also mutating, but it seems that they are not so 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 complex color, passing through Macquarie's eyes.
In an instant, it was a rush to kill, which could not be contained.
Dark breath gushed from the abdomen of McCawley's. Like life, it spread quickly and covered the entire body of the teenager. The dark golden light appeared, and the unthinkable hot steam spewed 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 guys, **** it."
Boom! boom! boom!
In the roar of McCawley's, the first "Bloodthirst" in front of him was like a piece of dirty paper that was torn by invisible forces. The disgusting minced meat did not have time to be sputtered out, and was directly swept by the steam hurricane. One of them was swept together, and there were other monsters in the cave.
And, the "mountain" that cost hundreds of human corpses.
Without the illusion, the real stench smell is steamed, which is more than enough to make people want to cut their noses and faint.
The ground, the leader of Order of the Guiding Saints slowly fell from the air.
He smelled the disgusting smell, his face was drunk, and he also felt the terrible danger. Above the look of holiness and compassion, his eyes were deep, because of the scene in the cave. Tangled.
The "Bloodthirst" who had high hopes for him are now being ravaged.
People without a Bloodthirst can resist a punch or a kick with McCawley's.
In the storm, a real "monster" is rampant, destroying those filthy, depraved lives.
Youth, you are in a dilemma that you cannot choose.
"Fleeing away at this time? Then what I did for Lord Gaffaro was in vain. It took me a few months to accumulate Mountain of Gaffaro and successfully selected so many believers. If I start from scratch... "
"If I don’t leave, can I beat this guy who doesn’t know what **** luck he walked and was favored by big people?"
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 foul blood and regenerate at any time does not give him a powerful fighting power.
In the face of ordinary people, or Transcendent who is not good at melee combat.
The spiritual leaders, the rebirth of the flesh, the singing of the hymns...the leaders of witchcraft are unsolvable.
But if his opponent becomes a "monster" that cannot be deceived or polluted, he is directly in a crisis of life and death.
At this thought, the leader put on a red robe and turned to go.
"Perhaps I should have chosen ‘combat ritual’ instead of Bloodthirst Shen Shi, which made me appear to have a shortcoming...”
The young man has just taken a step, and his feet are stagnation for a while, as if something seems to come to his mind, excitement emerges.
"No, no, there is still a chance."
"My choice is correct. Only by becoming a priest can I be continuously reborn, can I have such a perfect body, and become a leader of the believers... fighting? Why should I fight, as long as I treat me as Lord Gaffaro The sacrifices found are enough to sacrifice to the great Him."
"As for the sacrificed believers, this is their honor."
In a quick murmur, the young man turned back to the cave.
Below, a few seconds after the battle started, it was already crushed.
Although those "Bloodthirst" can also be resurrected through "Mountain of Gaffaro", 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 polluted people Joining will not help either.
The youth stood still, with a weird posture, pierced his chest with both hands, dug out a gap, and the bright red blood "gudu ~ gudu" flowed out. The strange thing did not fall, but floated in the air, gradually Converging into a "blood river" into the sky, the strange "black clouds" flowed away.
The low chanting sounded again.
"The Great Lord, you are the end, the beginning, and the rebirth. You created the Place of Gaffaro that is eternal and peaceful... Your humble believers pray for your coming, come to this filthy, fallen world, and taste this sweet one Offerings."
"Humble believers, don’t ask for the Lord’s reward, but only 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 apart by the youth, and it sailed along the blood river towards the dark clouds. The wooden boat was carved A dozen people, they are doing all kinds of crazy movements.
In the cave, as the young people sang, they saw the head of "Bloodthirst". Before approaching Macquarie, they exploded automatically, and the flesh and blood disappeared. In this way, they died and there was no chance of resurrection.
And as the mad believers dedicate their lives one after another, on the wooden boat, those insane human figures began to "live".
"Ganlin" is brewing, and the middle and bottom of the dark clouds polluting the sun, a crack is emerging, and a 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 both worlds. , And he who has devoted a delicious offering will receive a generous reward. ~IndoMTL.com~ He is a condescending one and wants to take a look at the last expression of that lame kid.
At this moment, he suddenly realized that his head, his body, had solidified.
No, not just that.
The whole world has solidified again.
The flowing blood river and the dark clouds that have fallen down are trying to open more cracks, all frozen by the invisible Power of Divinity.
In the void, a white palm protrudes.
She grabbed the living "Foolship Ship", the cracks in the "mysterious" hole above, struggling with the thick yellow light, trying to sprinkle down and connect with the wooden boat.
Unfortunately, the unknown and mysterious "He" is not as powerful as the youth imagined.
The white palm removed the wooden boat from the river of blood.
Boom!
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 scorching steam, stretched to an incredible point, blasting from the bottom, Beat the strange dark clouds into nothingness.
The young man wanted to scream, but after the corpse mountain and the dark clouds were all broken up, and the wooden boat wonder was taken away again, the Power of the Supernatural in his body was declining.
His perfect body began to shrink, and the flesh on his body began to rot, re-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... beg for mercy.