Chapter 135 The Lord of Blood and Destruction Tries to Interfere with the World (asking for monthly tickets) (1)

How many bodies were there? One hundred, two hundred, one thousand, two thousand?

Among the corpses were priests, nuns, and ordinary believers.

Behind them were branches and vines extending from a strange tree, and they were suspended in the air, swaying.

The silent fear has quietly penetrated into everyone's heart.

The sound of teeth chattering, legs trembling, and a faint sound in the throat that was unclear whether it was a roar or a groan echoed all around.

The third young god! Compared with the previous two, this young god's growth rate is obviously higher. While the church was clearing out the other two young gods, she sneaked into the place favored by the goddess and used the hearts of the goddess's believers as food to grow rapidly.

She seemed to have chosen a growth direction that was completely different from the other two young gods.

The mother's body and the baby god in her belly seemed to be merging together in some strange way.

This integration has not yet been fully completed. Once it is completed, I am afraid it will be the end of the entire Larnaca.

Without any hesitation, Gerald raised the magic wand in his hand high, and a light like the morning sun shone up. His wrinkled lips moved quickly, uttering one unclear word after another.

Right next to them, every priest was ready for battle.

Almost at the same time, the big tree seemed to sense the presence of Gerald and others. Her eyelids, which had almost completely stiffened into bark, lifted up with difficulty, and her stiff eyeballs moved slowly.

When seeing the large number of priests in front of her, Dashu was not afraid at all. Suddenly, a bright light burst out from her dull eyes and she seemed very excited.

"food……"

"Ah, my child...the food you wanted is here."

"The heart of the priest... how delicious."

The big tree made a neurotic sound, and its trunk began to shake. A layer of fluorescence suddenly flashed on the trunk and spread along the trunk to every branch.

Gerald raised his magic wand high and brought it down with a bang. A huge lightsaber condensed out of thin air in mid-air and slashed straight towards the front several dozen meters away.

Sword of Dawn!

Bang! Suddenly, sparks flew everywhere and debris flew everywhere.

The Sword of Dawn shattered in mid-air. Gerald's body suddenly took two steps back and his face turned pale.

A branch also fell from the big tree. It was this branch that suddenly expanded and blocked the Sword of Dawn that fell from the sky.

Divine sword rain!

On the other side, densely packed lightsabers also fell from mid-air, hitting the big tree with a clanging sound, but failed to cause any damage to the trunk. Virgil's face looked a little ugly. The defense of this big tree was far more amazing than he had imagined.

The fluorescent light had already flashed to the tip of every branch. The next moment, a flower was seen blooming at the tip of the branch where the body was hanging in just a few seconds.

The scarlet petals and scarlet stamens look like a flower made of blood.

The next second, the corpse that was originally hanging in the air fell from the air with a crackling sound, like a ripe fruit.

At a height of ten to twenty meters, even a practitioner would suffer broken bones or even death if he did not take proper protection.

But these corpses, no.

They fell to the ground, then slowly got up, raised their heads one by one, and on their stiff and dull faces, only their eyes were flashing with a strange light. Just around their eye sockets, a circle of thin silk threads emerged and squirmed like worms.

"ah……"

The Young God Tree suddenly let out a scream.

The sound of blasphemy.

The thoughts of many clergymen, including Gerald and Virgil, suddenly became stagnant and their bodies became stiff, as if they were petrified, and the magic spells in their mouths came to an abrupt halt.

At this moment, the puppet that landed on the ground began to roar wildly and pounced forward.

"ah……"

There was another scream, but this time it didn't come from the Young God Tree. The owner of the voice was Lydia.

The undead howl.

Wherever the sound reached, the clergy felt as if a steel needle was embedded in their heads and felt a sharp pain, but this severe pain also woke them up from their previous stagnation.

That’s not all. As a witch of the dead, Lydia has the ability to control all death... Although the figures in front of her are puppets controlled by the Young God Tree, they are also lifeless.

Anything that is dead will be affected by the Wail of the Undead.

Screams spread, and at least one-third of the puppets stopped in their tracks instantly. There was a hint of struggle in their wide eyes, and then they pounced on their companions like crazy.

Puff, puff, puff…

Strange noises continued to be heard, and the scene at the scene could only be described as blood and flesh flying everywhere.

The puppets had sharp claws and long fangs. They seemed to have turned into pure beasts, with claws piercing through their bodies and the sound of fangs tearing flesh was endless.

The power of the witch was undoubtedly demonstrated at this time. Lydia alone was able to hold back two-thirds of the puppets.

In the rear, a large number of paladins also began to form groups of thirteen. After being strengthened by priests and pastors, they grasped their spears tightly and charged forward.

Irelia is replenishing the holy chants so that all clergy can always maintain their strongest state.

Gerald and Virgil turned their gazes towards the Young God Tree in front of them. The Young God Tree was very dissatisfied with the interference in its actions. She opened her mouth again and wanted to make a sharp blasphemous sound.

At this moment, Gerald suddenly raised his left hand and pressed it on his ear with a snap.

The next moment, blood gushed out of both ears.

The old priest shattered his eardrums to avoid being affected by the blasphemous sounds.

Woo!

A whirlwind began to blow around his body, and the sound of the wind became more and more intense.

Completely ignoring the influence of the blasphemous sound, the old priest pointed his magic wand and a series of wind blades powerful enough to cut through boulders left cracks on the trunk of the Young God Tree.

With the naked eye, scarlet mucus is visible oozing out from the cracks.

But this time, the trunk of the Young God Tree began to tremble violently, so that the dense leaves were rustling.

call……

A tall vine, like a poisonous snake falling from the sky, whipped towards Gerald.

"fire……"

call……

Virgil, who was not far from Archbishop Gerald, suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a large mouthful of hot flames. In an instant, scarlet light jumped in the air.

Since learning about the existence of the black beast and the young god, Virgil has never been idle.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Although he did not have the opportunity to conduct experiments directly on the young god, he did get quite a few experimental subjects like the black beasts. Listening to the sharp and miserable roars of the black beasts every day had almost become the biggest diversion in Virgil's life, who was in danger of death.

Black beasts have an exaggerated resistance to most magic.

However, there are two exceptions, light and fire. The damage caused by fire is even stronger than that of light magic.

After knowing this, Virgil spent a lot of time and mastered some unskilled fire magic. Although the Tree of the Young God is not a black beast, it should have some commonalities with the black beast.

As the fire burned, a layer of black instantly appeared on the vines, and the originally green leaves were all turned to ashes.

Although the vine was not completely burned, there was no doubt that the scorching flames had angered the Tree of the Young God. With a whoosh, the vine that had originally hit Gerald swept directly towards Virgil.

Virgil, who was prepared, snapped his fingers.

Resist the Ring of Fire!

Bang! A circle of flames swung out from Virgil's body and collided with the vines.

Although the vines were temporarily blocked, the impact through the fire ring still caused Virgil's body to tremble violently, and a trace of scarlet appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The battle was fierce and there seemed to be no end in sight.

A scream spread among the crowd.

A priest was thrown to the ground. In an instant, countless claws and fangs were tearing at his body at the same time. The intense pain made the priest's body twitch constantly.

He even considered committing suicide.

But in this kind of despair, even suicide is not allowed.

A puppet was lying on top of him, its strange eyes staring at the priest's eyes. Just around his eye sockets, a thin scarlet thread gradually drilled into the priest's eyes.

At that moment, the priest seemed to be experiencing hellish pain. His body twitched violently. He banged his head against the ground repeatedly, and his hands were digging at his ears and eyes, as if trying to dig out something that had entered his body.

The whole process lasted for more than ten seconds, and the priest's screams stopped abruptly.

Apart from the fact that his body was still moving in a rhythmic manner, there was no other reaction. After a few seconds, this priest, whose limbs were broken and whose bones were exposed in many places, crawled up from the ground again. His eyes had turned scarlet, and countless strange filaments were wriggling in the corners of his eyes.

Oh.

With a roar like that of a wild beast, the priest who had been transformed into a puppet pounced on the figure closest to him.

Cecilia.

Cecilia is a serving nun. Although she was once watched by the evil god, this process was interrupted by Ron.

She hadn't actually learned any fighting techniques.

Seeing the blood in front of her, Cecilia felt like her scalp was about to explode. She subconsciously gathered the blood knife and stabbed forward.

Poof! The blood knife pierced through the opponent's body silently and easily, and some blood spurted out from the hole, spraying on Cecilia's body and face.

Salty and fishy.

She watched helplessly as the scarlet marks continued to wriggle along the bloody knife that pierced the opponent's body. She watched helplessly as the puppet's body shriveled up at an extremely fast speed.

In the end, it completely turned into a dried-up corpse, and the stamens in its eye sockets also withered.

Buzz...

There seemed to be a loud noise in Cecilia's mind.

Right before her eyes, a scarlet, tall, and majestic shadow appeared!

Cecilia's body seemed to be guided by something. She walked towards the battlefield in a rather strange posture. She imitated the movements of the phantom and waved the bloody knife in her hand.

puff……

puff……

Puff! The shrunken corpses turned into fine ashes.

[Beep, system prompts, the Lord of Blood and Destruction is trying to interfere with the world. ]

Here is the first chapter. It’s the last day of this month, so if you have monthly tickets, don’t hold on to them.

Thank you all for your support. There are still five chapters today.

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