Chapter 106 Give My Heart to You, M-Devil (6k)

"Come on, come on! Don't you really want to kill me? Why are you hiding?!"

Lu Wenwu grinned fiercely and swung his fist, his voice as terrifying as a roar coming from the underworld.

The Apostle of Plague transformed into a gust of wind and kept dodging, not daring to face the opponent's fist at all.

Just now he was hit by the Tyrant Fist superimposed with the Spear of the Demon God.

If he had not transformed into wind breath in time to become immune to some of the attacks, his right arm might have been blown into a rain of flesh and blood flying all over the sky.

The puppet apostle was sweating profusely and muttering to himself. Low and mysterious spells kept ringing out, and a strange power suddenly burst out from his body.

This strange power made him seem to be in a superposition state of life and death, very similar to Schrödinger's poor cat.

The next moment, the whole hill began to shake.

The tombstones in the cemetery collapsed one after another, and white bone claws covered with rotten flesh and blood broke out of the ground, each carrying a powerful and immense force.

These corpses that had been dead for a long time were constantly resurrected under the power of the Puppet Apostles, with scarlet flames flashing in their empty eye sockets, turning them into undead monsters.

They possess powerful strength and instincts like ordinary zombies, but they cannot retain their consciousness like zombies.

This is a good thing for the deceased.

Their souls can rest in peace.

Trapped in his own body, he witnessed his own killing, witnessed himself cannibalizing his own kind, and witnessed his body decaying day by day until it gradually rotted into a pile of bones.

This kind of despair is enough to make anyone mentally collapse.

The zombies gathered in the city seemed to have received some kind of signal.

They began to run wildly as a group, heading towards the hill where the cemetery was located like a 100-meter sprint, and they didn't care even if some of their companions were trampled into meat paste.

The battle between Lu Wenwu and the three apostles reached a fever pitch as soon as it began.

The Plague Apostle, who was under continuous attack, had even suffered considerable damage and almost dared not to get rid of his state of being possessed by the natural disaster.

He tried to kill Lu Wenwu with plague.

But in the face of the combination of three powerful flames, the plague controlled by the Plague Apostle is nothing but a juggling act.

It couldn't even penetrate the barrier of demonic fire and would be burned up halfway.

The Plague Apostle, with bloodshot eyes, didn't understand. It was clearly a battle between four people, why did Lu Wenwu keep chasing him?

In order to protect himself, the Apostle of Plague has become somewhat reckless.

The hill beneath his feet was constantly surging at this moment, and a large amount of soil and rocks piled up, forming a huge human figure nearly ten feet tall like a giant on the earth.

The giant made of rocks and soil contains not only things belonging to nature, but even the resurrected dead and their tombs are integrated into it.

The shaking of the earth continued and even intensified.

Just when Lu Wenwu knocked off half of the giant's face with a heavy punch, the ground, unable to bear the weight, even cracked into several deep marks.

The surging magma gushed out under the pressure of the earth veins and covered the giant's body, making him taller and stronger again.

At this moment, it looked very much like a legendary creature called the Molten Giant.

The scorching fist punched through the air, creating a scorching heat wave wherever it passed.

The wings of the magic dragon behind Lu Wenwu flapped, and he nimbly dodged and landed on the molten giant's foot, smashing it through.

The blazing magma surged and rolled, and countless dead and zombies who came to support from the rear were wrapped in the magma, their bodies bathed in flames, and they let out shrill cries.

The terrifying curse exploded on Lu Wenwu, but his movements were not affected at all and were still as fast as lightning.

In a flash, Lu Wenwu's health bar was almost emptied, leaving only one percent.

Then it rebounded from the bottom at an extraordinary speed and soared rapidly.

A terrifying force erupted at this moment. Arms stronger than the most powerful construction machinery tightly embraced the Molten Giant's molten legs, and shocking cracks continued to break and form on the ground.

How heavy is this molten giant that is more than 30 meters tall?

Nobody knows.

Maybe a few thousand tons.

Or perhaps tens of thousands of tons.

The bonuses of several pieces of equipment on his body exploded at the same time, his muscles continued to tense and exert force, and the blue-black battle pattern had turned into a dazzling red and black color under the wild circulation of qi and blood.

With unparalleled strength gathered, Lu Wenwu let out a roar.

As the ground beneath their feet shook violently, the human body erupted with incredible power.

Lu Wenwu actually lifted up the lava giant with his own strength, just like a king lifting a tripod!

His strength is as great as that of a mountain and his courage is as unmatched as that of the world!

Even though the Molten Giant was not as heavy as a real mountain, it was still astonishing enough.

The magic apostles and puppet apostles standing by were completely dumbfounded.

They never imagined that the lava body of the Scourge Apostle could one day be carried up by someone!

The boiling lava had no effect on Lu Wenwu.

The other party's roaring heavy body was like a large toy in his arms.

The magic apostle was completely numb.

For him, a guy who has always believed that machines and "magic" are stronger than the human body, the scene before him is tantamount to a heavy blow to his worldview.

Smash it completely to the ground!

"This level of terrifying flesh is impossible. Could it be that a human body can rival the power of a demon god?" The magic apostle even lost the spell in his hand, his heart nearly broken. "Is this really the level a human body can achieve?"

"Come! Come! Come!"

Lu Wenwu roared three times, his sneer becoming more intense.

"Your purity is far from enough!"

Along with his crazy roar, in the dull gaze of the two apostles, Lu Wenwu's muscles bulged again, and his whole body exerted force like a spring that was suddenly released after being stretched.

"boom!"

The Molten Giant didn't even have time to let out a howl before his huge body was violently thrown to the ground by Lu Wenwu who was laughing wildly.

The heavy body made the already broken earth cry out in grief as it could not bear the heavy burden.

The originally neat and tidy cemetery hill cracked in the middle and was violently smashed into two parts by brute force.

With this slap, the magma flowing from the Molten Giant's body splashed everywhere.

The burning liquid covered the bodies of countless zombies.

Lu Wenwu swung the heavy body down like a war hammer. The Apostle of Plague felt as if all the bones in his body were broken, and his internal organs, which had been transformed by natural disasters, released ominous signals at the same time.

Before he could fight back in other ways, endless power burst out from Lu Wenwu's body again.

He exerted great strength in his arms and legs, and twisted his powerful waist. The Plague Apostle, who had transformed into a molten giant, only felt that his perspective was spinning rapidly at this moment.

At this moment, he recalled the carousel of his childhood.

The rotation angle is getting faster and faster, more and more crazy.

A large amount of lava was thrown off his body, and the hot droplets ignited all the surrounding trees, turning them into a sea of ​​fire.

All the zombies that surrounded it were crushed into pieces by this terrifying giant windmill, strangled into clumps of charred flesh and blood that squirmed in the magma.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

A continuous and loud roar resounded, and strong air waves mixed with hot smoke and dust scattered in all directions.

The Magic Apostle and the Puppet Apostle temporarily avoided the battlefield in different ways, avoiding this large-scale screen-clearing skill.

As bystanders, they witnessed this miraculous scene.

In the flames, a humanoid demon lifted up a molten giant that was more than 30 meters tall.

First, he knocked it down with an over-the-shoulder throw, and then, as if to vent his anger, he swung it like a windmill, slamming it again and again onto the hill that was carrying so many zombies and the dead.

The violent roar continued, and the dazed magic apostle even forgot to use spells to save his companions.

It takes about half a minute.

With a huge roar, the almost shattered body of the Molten Giant fell again onto the solid ground.

The hot orange-red magma has completely cooled into gray-black volcanic rock.

The scattered fragments and countless wriggling lumps of flesh told the story of what had just happened here.

The hill that had previously buried many dead bodies was smashed down by Lu Wenwu while holding the Apostle of Plague!

Now, this is a depression covered with lava rocks!

Countless zombies and the dead were reburied here!

The sky, which had been covered by dark clouds, has returned to its blue color.

The thunder and the strong wind had long disappeared.

The earth had stopped the strong tremors caused by human manipulation tens of seconds ago.

The ley lines from which the lava spewed forth closed again and dispersed.

"Your purity is very low."

Lu Wenwu stood on the cooled chest of the Plague Apostle and suddenly threw a punch downwards.

The demon's spear attracted the radiance of the scorching sun, and it came down from the sky like a giant sword that pierced through the sky and earth, easily piercing through the solid and heavy black body.

"laugh!"

The energy core exploded like an elemental torrent, and was quickly absorbed by Lu Wenwu's arms and the Demon King's Wrath Gloves.

"Too weak and too boring."

Lu Wenwu pulled his hand away, looked at the face of the Plague Apostle buried deep inside the Molten Giant, and said disappointedly.

That terrified face was like a stone sculpture, frozen there forever.

[You gain 10 free attribute points]

A system prompt pops up.

The evil nemesis has launched an attack.

Lu Wenwu looked intently at the corpse of the Plague Apostle, hoping to lock onto the projection of the Dimensional Demon God's divine consciousness.

But it ended in disappointment.

You killed the Plague Apostle alone without any external help (lv. 45)

[You have completed the hidden mission - End of the Disaster]

Mission Description: Natural and man-made disasters, catastrophes and epidemics, these are the products that always accompany civilization. They cannot be avoided, rejected, eliminated, or escaped. Although you cannot eliminate natural disasters and epidemics, you are still the one who can eliminate them.

[You have obtained a hidden reward: Plague Core]

[You received a special reward: Mysterious Lucky Bag]

[Your overall personal rating has been greatly improved]

The core of the epidemic?

Why not all the power crystals?

According to the previous tasks, only half of the prize pool should be given.

Lu Wenwu frowned slightly.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly realized that something seemed to be missing from this task prompt.

There is no indication of the collapse of the disaster area.

Is it because I only killed the Plague Apostle and did not deal with the people ruled by the Plague Apostle, so the reward has decreased?

This is probably the only explanation.

[The Dimensional Demon God, Disaster, casts a glance at you, and He is quite impressed by your performance.]

[Dimensional Demon God Disaster's favorability towards you increased: +20]

[Current Favorability: Indifferent (20)]

Lu Wenwu: “.”

So that demon god was originally the demon god of disaster?

But this demon is a bit of a masochist.

I killed the believers you blessed, so you just increase my favorability by 20 points, right?

Okay, okay, you understand the concept of favorability.

All of this sounds slow to describe, but in fact Lu Wenwu's thinking is as fast as lightning.

All the above thoughts ended in just a moment of daze.

Lu Wenwu glanced at the large number of zombies that surrounded him again, then looked at the two apostles who were confused and surprised in the distance, and licked the corner of his mouth with anticipation.

"Now, it's just the two of you left."

The demon-like figure slowly stepped forward, and the scarlet abyss stained with blood stomped heavily on the rock-like body of the Plague Apostle, creating a huge pit with every step.

"If you don't satisfy me, you two will die!"

"boom!"

The explosive step was activated, and he stepped on the air directly, and a very obvious sound barrier cloud appeared!

The terrifying body rushed towards the magic apostle like a meteor.

What the hell is this monster!

The magic apostle broke out in a cold sweat.

A pair of red electronic eyes kept locking onto Lu Wenwu's flight trajectory, and the mechanical staff in his hand emitted a dazzling purple light.

Dazzling spell arrays rapidly overlapped in front of him, quickly nesting into a huge and heavy defensive array to resist the invading enemies.

However, this didn't work at all.

It's completely in vain!

The devil's spear and the tyrant's fist merged into one, and Lu Wenwu's punch, which was unrivaled in the world, blasted the heavy spell formation to pieces!

Break the law with force!

No amount of fancy tricks can stop it!

If one punch can't solve it, then punch again!

Previously, when he had the inspiration to imitate the King of Chu lifting the tripod, Lu Wenwu gained some new understanding of the Hegemony Fist.

He seemed to have vaguely touched the edge of "intention"!

If Baquan can condense his fist intent and break through to the [Pinnacle] realm, it will bring him an extraordinary increase in combat power!

"Puppet, stop looking! Help me! Help me!"

The magic apostle roared nervously, his hands moving non-stop. The spell model swaying with starlight transformed into a meteor, dragging his thin transformed body backwards rapidly.

Countless control spells were cast rapidly and instantly, bombarding Lu Wenwu continuously like a string of arrows, trying to slow down his flying speed.

But the dragon's wings and that terrifying body are completely unreasonable.

In just over ten seconds, the distance between the two of them was less than ten meters, and it was still shrinking!

Looking at everything in front of him, the Puppet Apostle felt a deep sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Perhaps, I can escape with my own abilities, and Lu Wenwu will never be able to find me.

But correspondingly, with the opponent's terrifying strength, it is very likely that I will never be able to defeat him.

What's more, more than one-tenth of his puppets were killed, and their souls returned to the kingdom of the God of Life and Death, and their strength has dropped a lot.

After this battle, the more than 10 million puppets in this city will inevitably disappear, and their own strength will be weakened again.

real

Apart from that bitch who believes in light all day long and that otaku who never leaves the house, I'm afraid no one can be a match for this demon in front of him.

Fortunately, there are two idiots, Magic and Plague, to lead the way for me.

otherwise

"Puppet, what the hell are you doing! Baka! Come help me! Where's your trump card? I know you can use it!"

The panicked voice of the Magic Apostle reached the ears of the Puppet Apostle.

He raised his head, looked deeply at the panicked dwarf, and a strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

That smile immediately made the magic apostle panic.

Even if the other party didn't say anything, he could still read something from the other party's playful eyes.

Collapse, sell, retreat, escape!

"No! You can't do this!" The magic apostle screamed in despair, "If you run away now, how can he let you go? He is a demon! A complete madman! He will kill everyone!"

"It doesn't matter. I'm not the one dying anyway. Just play with this monster slowly, little devil."

The puppet apostle grinned and raised his middle finger, actually ordering all the zombies to retreat collectively and no longer participate in any battle to besiege Lu Wenwu.

He was carried by several zombies using a simple device similar to a stretcher, and leisurely left the battlefield and walked away.

The puppet apostle here now is just a clone of the original soul.

Even if this clone dies, he will only lose a small part of his soul.

Totally affordable loss.

Therefore, after weighing the pros and cons, the puppet apostle decisively surrendered and had no intention of fighting with Lu Wenwu anymore.

"It seems your companions have abandoned you."

Lu Wenwu laughed wildly and swung his iron fist to blast the incoming spell directly into the air.

The black torrent of spells splashed in all directions, like a beautiful and gorgeous mandala flower blooming in the air.

"Bitch!"

The magic apostle was filled with grief and anger. He was defeated under the terrifying oppression of Lu Wenwu and could only barely hold on to the situation.

When Lu Wenwu approached again, a strange power suddenly burst out from the magic apostle's chest.

The blazing torrent was like a hammer drill, forcing Lu Wenwu's fist back.

A missile as thick as a building's load-bearing pillar suddenly flew up from behind the magic apostle.

A gorgeous tail flame spewed out from the rear. The missile, which originally needed corresponding guidance to be launched, was shot straight out like a javelin and suddenly exploded between the two sides.

Intense light and heat erupted from the center of the fight between the two, as if a second sun had risen in the sky.

Lu Wenwu, who was in the scarlet abyss, only felt his body burning hot, and an unprecedented burning pain came from his skin.

The health bar of nearly one million jumped rapidly at this moment, almost approaching the red line, triggering the underworld amnesty order.

At this moment, Lu Wenwu felt a little depressed.

What the hell is this opponent?

Halfway through the fight, he shouted "Emperor aboard" and charged forward to fight to the death.

It's really off the mark!

No insider information, some Siberian potatoes.

But it must be said that this suicide attack was effective.

The magic apostle holding an oversized Taijun happy stick transformed into a suicide infantryman, and took the explosion together with Lu Wenwu, successfully widening the distance between the two.

However, at this moment, the pale-faced magic apostle was on the verge of collapse, surrounded by a shield that was almost dissipated.

When the smoke and dust cleared and the flames of the explosion dissipated, the magic apostle witnessed with his own eyes how Lu Wenwu, who had taken the explosion head-on, flew out of the center of the explosion intact. He became hysterical and desperate.

He is not human!

He is definitely not human!

How could humans have such a strong body?

I was able to survive only because of the magic equipment I prepared in advance.

Why does he do that!

Why should he do that?

The magic apostle who had almost lost his mind suddenly burst into tears of sorrow, and then laughed like crazy.

He roared towards the sky, "Great God of Magic, your followers offer their hearts as a sacrifice, begging you to grant me the glorious and supreme infinite power!"

While shouting, the magic apostle took out a dagger and suddenly cut open the chest.

The robotic arm accurately severed the aorta in the chest cavity and replaced it with a mechanized mechanical heart. It completely took out its original heart and raised it high to the sky with its only remaining intact flesh hand.

In just a moment, the pounding heart suddenly disappeared.

A heart-pounding force suddenly erupted from the magic apostle.

His mechanical hands continued to repair the chest cavity that had just been dug open. His eyes, filled with violence and murder, looked in the direction of Lu Wenwu and said sinisterly, "You forced me to do this! You forced me to do this! I'll use my heart in exchange for..."

"For my heart?"

Lu Wenwu's voice suddenly interrupted the magic apostle's sinister threat.

As he spoke, he opened the breastplate of the Scarlet Abyss, inserted his right hand with the Demonic Spear into the chest cavity, and pulled out the powerful heart that was beating vigorously.

Lu Wenwu handed over his heart as if nothing had happened, and closed the breastplate of the Scarlet Abyss.

"Yes, I'll give it to you. Then what?"

Magic Apostle: “???”

no? ? ?

What the hell is this operation???

The magic apostle was dumbfounded again.

Lu Wenwu's operation suddenly made him confused.

The other party dug out your heart, and now you look like nothing happened?

I'm so embarrassed about this!

The magic apostle's mentality collapsed for the second time, just like his expression.

I guess the War Apostle and him would have a lot in common.

For Lu Wenwu now, losing his heart is just a matter of course. It’s not a big deal.

First use the qi and blood to condense into a shape to simulate it, and then rely on the regeneration of flesh and blood to grow another one. It’s not a big deal.

It recovers faster than an ordinary person who accidentally gets cut by a knife.

After Lu Wenwu's action, the magic apostle's original enthusiasm instantly disappeared, leaving only a deep doubt about life.

ps: Damn it, how come even the chapter title can be ganked by the reviewers? The title of the previous chapter had a few words censored. I’m so anxious!!!

(End of this chapter)