Lord of the Witches

Hot, black steam was coming out of Macaulay's body. He lowered his head, curled up his body, and roared with unknown meaning. Weird veins burst out from all over his body. The violent power that has never been felt before converges into rivers and floods, raging in Macaulay's body.

The monster gradually merged with Macaulay, and his strong "desire to destroy" was occupying his head, which always liked to use wisdom.

Kaka!

The frozen world suddenly began to shatter. The leader of the Holy Guidance Sect was the first to wake up. This naked young man still followed the previous state. stuffed Macaulay's mouth.

But what greeted him was a "monster" face, and Macaulay was also smiling, and the smile was extremely wanton.

The young man looked at Macaulay's somewhat deformed mouth, the silver-white teeth that were constantly opening and closing, and the spitting saliva, and a strange feeling emerged.

Who are we the monsters?

When this doubt arose in the mind of the leader of the sect.

"If you invite me to eat, I will invite you back."

"boom!"

A fist that was wrapped in steam and inflated in a circle, slammed into the young man's head after twisting Macaulay's waist and abdomen. On the surface of the fist, the skin texture disappeared, and instead of being attached, it was a pitch-black background with a dark golden glow flowing on it.

The distance between the two was too close, so close that the young leader couldn't avoid it at all. Panic and fear flashed in his wide-open eyes, and then they all disappeared.

Boom!

It exploded, like a big watermelon being smashed by a huge force. Whether it was skulls, brains, or flesh and blood, they all turned into dirty "mud spots" and splashed in all directions, but before they touched Macaulay, they were scorched into charcoal by the scorching steam.

Dozens of yellow-robed cultists on the mountain of corpses and on the ground woke up at the same time. They seemed to be under control for an instant, and looked at Macaulay with crazy eyes.

In the restored "Ganlin", rotting flesh and blood flowed countercurrently under the warm sunlight, and in a blink of an eye, a naked and perfect body re-condensed, and the leader of the "Resurrected" restored his holy and compassionate face.

He shines like a "sage" who came to the world to guide mankind.

"kill him!"

When the leader's voice fell, dozens of yellow-robed cultists took off their yellow robes at the same time, revealing a white and beautiful body, but there was no trace of self in their eyes, and they jumped down at the same time.

Accompanied by the sound of "bang bang bang", through the thick yellow smoke that could no longer be polluted and the scorching steam released from his body, Macaulay looked at the mountain of corpses, in the warm sunlight, every yellow-robed evil spirit that jumped off believers.

The white flesh was stained with rotten yellow spots, and the twisted crimson spread, alienating their limbs, heads and torsos.

The first "monster", it panted violently, its sharp claws easily cut through the hard stone, and the viscous "corpse fluid" dripped down, corroding the ground into potholes, it lost its eyes, A mouth full of sharp teeth and poisonous mucus occupies most of its skull.

"Hiss~"

As if it was a signal, when the salivating roar sounded.

A glare of sunlight flashed before Macaulay's eyes, and when he looked again, dozens of monsters had already rushed in front of him.

The first mutated version of "Bloodthirsty", its sharp claws were about to touch Macaulay's body, opened its disgusting mouth to the limit, and devoured Macaulay's head.

Behind it, in the dense fog, dozens of equally terrifying animal shadows rushed forward.

Not far away, there are only twelve survivors left on the mountain of corpses. They are also mutating, but they don't seem to be so successful.

But there was one thing Macaulay saw clearly.

All the "survivors", oh no, now they can only be called the polluted ones. In their eyes, a part of themselves has completely disappeared.

A complex look flashed across Macaulay's eyes.

Immediately, there was an unstoppable killing intent gushing out.

A pitch-black aura gushed out from Macaulay's abdomen, as if it had life, it quickly spread and covered the boy's whole body, a dark golden radiance emerged, and unimaginable scorching steam gushed out.

The thick yellow smoke that originally filled the crypt felt as if it had been hit hard at this moment.

Tropical storm-like steam swept through the crypt.

"You all deserve to die."

boom! boom! boom!

During McCauley's furious roar, the first "bloodthirsty man" in front of him, like a piece of filthy paper, was torn to shreds by an invisible force, and the disgusting shredded meat was swept away by the steam hurricane before it had time to splash out. Along with it, there were other monsters in the cave.

And, the "mountain" that cost hundreds of human mutilated corpses.

Without the cover of the illusion, the real stench is suffocated by the steam, which is enough to make people want to cut off their noses and pass out directly.

On the ground, the leader of the Holy Guidance Order slowly fell from the air.

He sniffed the disgusting smell, his face was fascinated, and at the same time he felt the terrible danger in it. On top of the holy and compassionate look, deep in his eyes, he was entangled with the scene in the crypt.

The "bloodthirsty" whom he had placed high hopes on were being ravaged at the moment.

No bloodthirsty person can resist Macaulay's punch or kick.

In the storm, a real "monster" is rampaging, destroying those filthy and depraved lives.

Young people, caught in the dilemma of being unable to make a choice.

"Run away at this time? Then everything I did for Lord Gaffaro will be in vain. It took me several months to accumulate the Gaffaro Mountain and successfully select so many believers. If I start all over again... ..."

"If I don't leave, can I beat this guy who is favored by a big man by some kind of shit luck?"

The second question, just turned around in his mind before he came up with the answer.

cannot!

Although he gained a certain degree of "immortality" after believing in "Gaffaro", this kind of witchcraft, which can gather dirty flesh and blood to regenerate at any time, cannot bring him strong combat power.

Facing ordinary people, or extraordinary people who are not good at hand-to-hand combat.

Possessing spiritual bewitchment, rebirth of flesh and blood, singing hymns...the leader of these witchcrafts can be called incomprehensible.

But if his opponent becomes a "monster" that cannot be bewitched or polluted, he will directly fall into life and death crisis.

With this in mind, the leader put on the red robe and turned to leave.

"Perhaps I should have chosen 'Battle Priest' instead of Bloodthirsty God Servant, which made me have obvious shortcomings..."

As soon as the young man took a step, his feet suddenly stopped, as if thinking of something, excitement emerged.

"No, no, there is still a chance."

"My choice is correct. Only by becoming a servant of the gods can I be reborn continuously, have such a perfect body, and become the leader of the believers...Fight? Why should I fight? It is enough to offer sacrifices to the great Him.”

"As for the sacrificed believers, this is their honor."

While whispering quickly, the young man turned around and came to the burrow.

Below, just a few seconds after the battle started, it was already crushing.

Although those "Bloodthirsty" can also be resurrected through the "Jaffaro Mountain", the speed is far from comparable to that of the leader, and the amount of flesh and blood consumed is also very large, and their number is declining sharply. It doesn't help that polluters join in.

The young man stood still, piercing his chest with both hands in a strange posture, and forcibly dug a gap, and the bright red blood "gudu~gudu" flowed out, strangely did not fall down, but floated in the air, gradually converging into a stream The "river of blood" flowed into the sky, and that weird "dark cloud" flowed away.

The deep chant sounded again.

"Great Lord, you are the end, the beginning, and the rebirth. You created the eternal and peaceful land of Gafaro... Your humble believers pray for your coming, come to this filthy and depraved world, and taste this sweetness with your own mouth sacrifice."

"Humble believers, do not ask for the Lord's reward, but only want to kiss the earth you have stepped on and the world you have purified."

In the horrifying scene of praying, a delicate, thick yellow wooden boat suddenly appeared inside the chest that had been torn open by the young man. It sailed along the blood river towards the dark cloud. On the wooden boat, there were more than a dozen people carved on it. , They are doing all kinds of crazy actions.

In the crypt, as the young man chanted, he saw a group of "bloodthirsty people", before they got close to McCauley, they exploded automatically, and the flesh and blood disappeared all over the sky. They died in this way, and there was no chance of resurrection.

And as the crazy believers sacrificed one after another, the figures of demented humans on the wooden boat began to "live".

"Sweet rain" was brewing, below the dark cloud that polluted the sunlight, a crack was appearing, and a yellow light was falling down.

A terrifying aura began to pervade.

On the ground, a ferocious smile gradually appeared on the face of the young leader.

He seemed to see that when the great "Gaffaro's Will" descended through the "Ship of Fools" that could sail between the two worlds, what kind of bad luck would happen to that damned shit luck guy, and dedicated What a bountiful reward he will get for the delicious sacrifice.

He was condescending, wanting to see the last expression of the crippled boy.

But at this moment, he suddenly realized that his head and body were frozen.

No, more than that.

The whole world froze again.

The flowing river of blood and the dark cloud that rained down on the rain are trying to open more cracks, all of which are frozen by the invisible power of divinity.

In the void, a white palm sticks out.

She grabbed the "Ship of Fools" that had come to life, the "mysterious" crack above it, the thick yellow light struggled, trying to spill down and connect with the wooden boat.

Unfortunately, the unknown and mysterious "He" is not as powerful as the young man imagined.

With a white palm, he took the canoe from the river of blood.

Boom!

The world started to rotate again, and the river of blood immediately turned into blood and poured down from the sky. Inside the crypt, a fist that was shining with dark gold and wrapped in scorching steam suddenly stretched to an unbelievable degree, and blasted up from the ground, smashing the mass of blood. The strange dark clouds collapsed into nothingness.

The young man wanted to scream, but after the mountain of corpses and the dark clouds were dispersed, and the strange wooden boat was taken away, the extraordinary power in his body was declining.

His perfect body began to shrink, the flesh on his body began to rot, and various diseases that had been eliminated re-wounded up.

The former "rotten dwarf" appeared again, stained with filthy blood, and collapsed. Desperation and resentment appeared in his eyes, and then watching Macaulay jumping up from the burrow, gradually turned into...begging for mercy.

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