Chapter 142: Decepticons, Retreat! (6k)

Damn Diawara, what on earth did you and your bunch of bastard teammates resurrect!

This seems to be of the same origin as the pollution on the old Dragon King.

Lu Wenwu now has an urge to resurrect Diawara and kill him again.

It’s so infuriating!

Suddenly, the earth shook violently.

It seemed as if a huge muffled sound came from the outside world, causing the entire tomb to shake wildly, and the dirt on the ceiling fell down.

The beams and pillars supporting the tomb chamber faintly creaked, as if they could not bear the weight.

Lu Wenwu keenly felt that something big seemed to have happened outside.

The fluctuations other than vibrations were unusual and made him feel a little uneasy.

But apart from him, at this moment, no one in the tomb cared about what was happening outside.

Just because the corpse of the God of Berserker slowly stood up!

The strong and bulging body is gradually collapsing and shriveling, countless tentacles are growing rapidly, and the broken parts are supported and connected by a large number of tentacles.

As the power dissipated, the broken divine armor of ancient times released a heart-pounding dark red halo.

The gigantic corpse of the god appeared to be howling towards the sky, but its broken and decayed vocal cords could no longer make the thunderous war cry of the past.

A large number of believers of the Ancient God Evolution Cult, who did not know what was going on, suddenly cried out in surprise, fell to their knees, and kowtowed fiercely to the corpse of the god.

In their opinion, the plan of the leader and others was successful!

The ancient gods were truly resurrected by them, and were about to lead them to recreate the peak of the God-Blessed Continent ten thousand years ago!

Alien beasts are no longer the dominant world overlords, and the new humans are the real masters of this continent!

The group of players that Rona brought with him mixed in with the large group of the Ancient God Evolution Cult, like a group of aliens.

Their expressions as they looked at the corpse of the god were filled with horror and fear, and panic was written all over their faces.

Damn this damn Diawara, damn Ancient God Evolution Cult, what the hell is going on!

Rona cursed in his heart, but still maintained a calm expression on his face.

Those ignorant and foolish new indigenous people couldn't figure out what was going on, but he could see it!

Even though he didn't know that the one who was resurrected was not really the God of Berserker, what was in front of him was just the body of a controlled god, a giant puppet with unparalleled combat power.

But he was clear about one thing.

That idiot Diawara is in big trouble!

The other party's original plan should have been to sacrifice a group of their strongest subordinates to provide some energy or something to complete the ritual of resurrecting the gods, thereby awakening the ancient gods who fell ten thousand years ago.

Before the ancient gods are successfully resurrected, some kind of connection must be established with them so that they can be controlled after their resurrection.

Or maybe he could simply take over the body of the god, replace him as the new god, and try to take a shortcut.

After completing this step, all the people in the tomb will be washed with blood to restore the power lost and depleted in this body over the past ten thousand years.

But no matter what the plan was, Diawara failed!

The result of this failure is that the body of this god is now in a chaotic and out-of-control state!

No one knows what it will do.

Rona is frantic now.

How could I believe in a plan proposed by a lunatic?

really.

If Lu Wenwu always seems like a lunatic because of his different thought processes.

Diawara, whose train of thought is really weird, is really a psychopath.

A normal person would never do what he is doing.

A large number of tentacles grew on the body of the divine corpse, almost repairing the broken parts.

However, doing so also caused the originally robust body of the divine corpse to become as shriveled and wrinkled as a dead tree, losing its previous round and auspicious luster and becoming bumpy.

The chaotic eyes of the God Corpse looked downwards and saw at a glance the large number of members of the Ancient God Evolution Cult who were crawling on the spot and chanting prayers.

The corners of his dry and stiff mouth opened slightly, and a large number of tentacles kept surging in his bloodless mouth.

"boom!"

Without any warning, the corpse's right hand suddenly raised high, and then slapped it down fiercely.

That huge body was incredibly flexible, and its speed was so fast that it tore the air apart, making sharp whistles and continuously emitting air explosions.

The huge palm slammed down on the most crowded area of ​​the crowd, and instantly a ball of blood-red azaleas exploded on the ground.

The entire tomb shook under this palm strike, the earth groaned heavily, and horrifying cracks appeared on it.

[Hint: Player [Marquis Johnson] dies]

This is the same nigger from before.

Unfortunately, he was hit by the tentacles of the divine corpse, and his entire body exploded from top to bottom into a ball of blood mist.

He was dead before he could even use his magic mecha that could fight against an A+ level warrior within three minutes, and he never had the chance to use the unique United States' sarcasm again.

The divine corpse didn't care much about the power of the attack it had inflicted.

Its huge palms lightly touched the ground, and the flesh and blood that had just been crushed was instantly absorbed by the suction from its palms and turned into part of its body.

This blow seemed to refill its dry right hand a little and restore a bit of luster.

However, the amount of recovery was so small that it almost made people think it was an illusion.

The divine corpse opened its mouth wide, as if laughing.

Another palm strike came down, and countless new humans followed their leader's footsteps and turned into pools of sticky blood and flesh.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we'd better get out of this damn place as soon as possible. Before this big guy can launch another attack, we should quickly leave through the exit we came from!"

At this moment, Rona was surprisingly calm. While retreating backwards, he frantically took out props that could be used to save his life and escape, even though cold sweat had soaked the clothes on his back.

When the teammates heard the leader's words, they rushed towards the passage leading to the ground without any hesitation.

Only the black man with a crew cut who was biologically female maintained the same speed as Rona.

She pointed at the platform and couldn't help but say, "Ambition, look! Those people are actually players too. They seem to be preparing to fight this boss. Shouldn't we go and help them?"

Did your useless pig brain get kicked out by your nigger dad before he ran off?

Fight with a BOSS of this level?

Are you kidding me?

Rona's scalp was tingling and he really wanted to curse out loud.

But years of self-cultivation and the subconscious idea of ​​maintaining his personal image allowed him to maintain it.

He forced a somewhat stiff smile. "We're underground, and this gigantic boss has clearly gone mad. If we stay here any longer, we'll be buried alive by the collapsing ground."

"Catherine, what we need to do now is a strategic retreat, then observe the situation and act accordingly. A reckless fight is not advisable; it will only lead to the loss of lives."

Catherine, a black woman of unknown gender, was frightened by his words and no longer hesitated, and immediately ran towards the exit.

Rona, who was one step behind, finally had time to wipe the cold sweat that was about to drip from his forehead, breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly quickened his pace.

help?

I'll help his grandma!

What are you waiting for if you don’t run quickly?

A bunch of fools challenging windmills. Which normal person would seek death in such a situation?

The divine corpse continued to absorb the flesh and blood of the new humans, trying to restore its own body.

Many of its tentacles fell off on their own, wriggling on the ground, lingering among piles of broken bones, and eventually gave birth to humanoid creatures.

Their strength is not that strong, at most it is at the B or B+ level.

But their number is like the vast ocean, and it looks like a dark mass.

A large number of tentacle monsters swarmed towards the new humans and devoured them in no time.

The essence of blood and flesh is sent back to the body, and the bone fragments become their nutrients.

On a simple high platform.

Lu Wenwu clenched his fists and said to his companions, "Each of you touch it once and quickly take the old dragon head away. We should not stay here for long. This battle is not something you can participate in."

"Then we'll talk about it later! We can take care of ourselves."

Wu Jianqing drew out his natal flying sword and said with a smile, showing no intention of leaving at all.

"It's still the same old rules. You fight the big ones, and we fight the small ones. We need to cooperate perfectly!"

The artificial AC cow put on his bow and arrow, and signaled Felyne and Fang Hound to form a kitten knight.

He took out his best hunting horn and, like a bard, blew the battle background music.

Xu Changjiang used the passionate and exciting accompaniment of the heroic testimony to perform a bel canto symphony version of the Divine Tune to Help Soldiers. I wonder which great god he invited to possess him.

"Your behavior is somewhat courting death." Lu Wenwu commented bluntly.

"We are companions! We signed the Abyss Contract!" Wu Jianqing immediately transformed back into his original form. "I am the most loyal man!"

"My friends, if you are like this, how can this old servant go alone?"

Long Yuanhai completed the transformation with a smile, his body covered with fine dragon scales.

The slightly hunched body suddenly became straight as a pine tree, and the depleted energy and blood suddenly surged, as if returning to its peak.

Now he has become a half-human, half-dragon, and his aura has increased dramatically.

"In the past, the Dragon Ancestor sacrificed his life to suppress the demons, and our Shenlong tribe has always considered itself the descendants of the Dragon Ancestor. Naturally, this old servant would like to contribute a little to this Divine Blessed Continent."

Lu Wenwu was silent for two seconds, then said strangely, "You already knew this, so why do you still call me Young Master? And consider yourself a servant?"

"Because you are the benefactor of the Shenlong tribe, the grace of rebirth is no different from that of the Dragon Ancestor in the past." Long Yuanhai said with a smile.

"What if I say that before I met you, I killed the old Dragon King and destroyed the Dragon Palace?" Lu Wenwu asked again.

This time, Long Haiyuan's smile disappeared.

His eyes instantly became sincere and serious, and he bowed deeply towards Lu Wenwu.

"Then, this old servant, shamelessly expresses gratitude on behalf of all the living beings on this entire continent for saving the world!"

"Hey! Hurry up and stand up! We don't do that anymore." Lu Wenwu waved his hand in disdain. "That's why I don't really like talking to serious older people. I can't make them laugh at all."

Long Yuanhai laughed heartily and stood as he was told.

While the few of them were talking, the divine corpse had gone crazy killing people.

A large number of members of the Ancient God Evolution Cult were killed and turned into food for its resurrection.

Some devout and fanatical believers are still knelt and prayed, hoping to dedicate themselves to the ancient gods, looking forward to merging with the ancient gods after death and going to the kingdom of the gods to enjoy eternal life.

More new humans have begun to flee in panic, swarming towards the several passages leading into the tomb.

Judging from the strength currently displayed by the divine corpse, it is actually not so outrageous that it is completely invincible.

This result was caused entirely because during the resurrection ceremony, the high-level combat forces in the Ancient God Evolution Cult basically sacrificed themselves.

Not to mention the existence of A-level on the scene.

There aren't many A-level players left.

Without any preparation, wouldn't it be as easy as swatting flies or cutting leeks?

Add to that a group of new humans who are ready to be killed and rush to deliver their achievements, it would be strange if their performance is not strong.

According to Lu Wenwu's judgment, the power of the divine corpse is indeed very strong, but its current attack power is at most similar to that of the previous fallen old dragon king, and it is not as strong as after the second stage transformation.

After giving everyone the buff, the Zaozao AC Cow put on a power-hitting bottle, charged it, and shot an arrow, successfully penetrating the opponent's skin and shooting into it.

However, the remains of the divine armor were surprisingly strong, and three bursts of charged energy could only leave behind a few small white dots.

Very good, got the data, the defense that does not cover the broken divine armor is not a little worse than that of the old Dragon King.

The old dragon king's soul power could not penetrate the little cow's arrows.

The attack and defense are a bit weak, but the recovery ability of the corpse is outrageous. I wonder what the limit of those tentacles is.

Each of them has tens of thousands of health points, which is no different from B+ level health. This is bound to be a long battle.

"So."

After putting the little fat cat into Lingtian Mountain, the corners of Lu Wenwu's mouth rose slightly.

The golden-red dragon scales on its body were exposed, and the wings of the Dark Yin Dragon behind it expanded to the extreme with a "swish".

At this moment, his heart was beating like a war drum, roaring like thunder.

The qi and blood throughout the body are rapidly moving at this moment.

The light red blood and the fire of the evil fight rose simultaneously on the surface of the body.

The dragon horns and tail grew and took shape at the same time, and Lu Wenwu's muscular limbs also showed dragon characteristics, shaped like dragon claws.

The pure dragon might spread, causing Long Yuanhai's aura, which had already reached its peak, to break through again.

"Corpse of the Berserker God, let me see your purity!"

"Bang!"

The front end of the rough platform instantly exploded into debris all over the sky. Lu Wenwu turned into a stream of light, and the wings of the Dark Yin Dragon flapped behind him. Almost in an instant, he appeared in front of the tall and proud head of the divine corpse.

"Take your Tyrannosaurus Grandpa's punch!"

The golden-red dragon fist was covered in black strange flames, and the boundless evil spirit almost turned into substance, condensing into shape together with the fist force.

The Military Killing Fist with the Demon God's Spear attached to it has been superimposed to an incredible level at this moment, as if it has completely broken free from its own shackles.

Even the top leaders of Shenzhou who personally selected the General Dao Killing Fist and gave it to Lu Wenwu would probably find it hard to imagine that this [Advanced] level boxing technique could actually unleash such astonishing power!

How could this be the power that an [Advanced] level skill could possess?

Even if one were to say that Lu Wenwu was currently displaying a profound skill at the [Unique Skill] level, the other players would probably believe it.

The unique talent, the ability that is different from ordinary people, and the way of completing the copy, these three together create this power to turn decay into magic.

If it were an ordinary person, they would probably have discarded the most basic of the basics after acquiring advanced skills.

As for Lu Wenwu, he cultivated it to a unique boxing style and was almost ready to step into the realm of "reaching the pinnacle"!

A punch was thrown, as if an endless sea of ​​blood was collapsing and crashing down.

Lu Wenwu's lightning-fast punch penetrated the god's arm completely, and the huge head of the corpse was instantly bombarded by the explosion effect of the Demon King's Wrath.

The dry skin was shattered, the hard skull was pierced, and the entire brain tissue was blown to pieces!

The pitch-black fire of the evil spirit burned fiercely, fueled by the dried brain fragments of the ancient god, burning many tentacles to ashes.

Lu Wenwu knew in his heart that the head was no longer the fatal weakness of the divine corpse.

But hitting the head and blowing the opponent's head off with one punch is exactly the benevolence he has always practiced in battle!

Of course, these tentacles are parasitic in the corpse of the god, controlling it like a puppet.

Not only can it unleash powerful strength, it can also use itself to repair the damaged corpse of the god.

So, if I blow up all of this divine corpse, can your ship of Theseus, which is made up of tentacles, continue to sail?

The divine corpse was staggered by the powerful blow and took three steps back.

The earth rumbled under its heavy footsteps, making a rumbling sound.

Countless believers who were still alive let out inhuman screams when they saw this scene.

Their God!

The omnipotent God in their hearts!

A punch to the head!?

This is impossible!

This punch directly shattered the faith of many believers and made their eyes dull.

They were even unable to kowtow and pray anymore. They just sat there in a daze, as if their souls had been sucked out of them.

Lu Wenwu's punch stunned the corpse a little.

The tentacle monsters it split into all fell into a state of near stupor as their brains exploded, and stopped reaping the lives of believers.

The old but strong Long Yuanhai took the lead and took Wu Jianqing and the other two to transform into harvesters and began to frantically harvest the lives of these tentacle monsters in reverse.

These guys are made of energy and bone fragments, very fragile, and rely entirely on human wave tactics to win.

After just two seconds of collective stunned silence, the four of them cleared out a large section of the black tide that almost completely filled the tomb.

Xu Changjiang performed beyond his level and summoned forty-eight summoned beasts at the same time.

Now, they are using Long Yuanhai as the spearhead, charging back and forth in the army of tentacle monsters, constantly reducing their numbers.

In the sky, Lu Wenwu continued to chase after the opponent even as he retreated.

The terrifying fists blasted out like a machine gun, and within just a few seconds, the head of the corpse was completely blown into flying pieces of flesh and blood. Even the tentacles could not be repaired out of thin air.

This trick works!

Just when Lu Wenwu was about to make a concerted effort to remove the divine corpse's damaged right arm, the other party finally reacted.

Without its head, it looked like the legendary god of war Xingtian. Its tall but not bulky body twisted suddenly, and its left palm, wrapped in a strong wind, slapped towards Lu Wenwu fiercely.

"That's the way it should be!"

Lu Wenwu didn't dodge or evade at all. The sneer on his face became more and more intense, and he fiercely punched out with his right fist, which was completely disproportionate to the opponent's.

"boom!"

The terrifying aftermath spread outward from the center of the two people's bombardment, and the strong air waves overturned countless tentacle monsters in an instant.

As a result, large chunks of dirt on the ceiling, which was just barely higher than the corpse of the god, were shattered and collapsed, with dirt continuously falling down.

The divine armor that has been scrapped for ten thousand years is still standing strong.

Even if Lu Wenwu punched with all his strength without using any skills, he could only leave a deep mark on it.

This armor was once at least the most advanced mythical equipment, or even stronger!

But Lu Wenwu didn't know whether there was really a level division of equipment above the myth level. Everything was just his guess.

This time, the two sides ended in a draw and neither side was able to break through the other's defense.

"Cool!"

Lu Wenwu laughed loudly in mid-air. After stabilizing his body, he flapped his dragon wings violently and turned back again.

The wild punch seemed to carry the power of heaven and earth. The surging force of the punch turned into a vast ocean that engulfed the corpse of the god, making it sway like a small boat in the tsunami.

But this small boat cannot be overturned no matter what.

The divine corpse's right arm was placed across its body, and the exposed flesh in the middle of its forearm was blasted alive by Lu Wenwu's dragon claws, exposing the shriveled blood vessels occupied by tentacles, and the radius that was so black it penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

Even though that shade of black has been there for ten thousand years, it still makes people feel frightened.

Mysterious lines that cannot be analyzed or understood are imprinted on it, faintly revealing a strange black light.

Even someone as reckless as Lu Wenwu had to treat these dark bones with caution.

That is a power that can infect and corrupt even gods.

Even a powerful old Dragon King could only kill all the infected people, seal the highly concentrated pollutants along with himself in the Dragon Palace, and rely on the formation built with the power of the whole world to continuously dissipate them.

Lu Wenwu didn't understand what this pollution was.

But he knew that once contaminated, even gods who were once as warm as spring would become corrupted and mad, and even the most docile and lovely animals would turn into violent beasts. The apostles tried their best to destroy everything they could see.

God of the Outer Realm, God of Origin, God of Great Evolution

These are the names He left behind.

How powerful is His existence?

Ten milliliters of blood purified by the system can give you an incredible recovery talent.

The mere appearance of a projection can corrupt the entire planet, deform countless creatures, and give rise to new species.

Even though the cultivation era of the Divine Blessed Continent was so glorious and the countless gods were so powerful, it was still difficult to escape the fate of near destruction.

Such an enemy.

It’s so exciting!

(End of this chapter)