Lord of Enigma - Chapter 492

[Chapter 487]

Hot, black-light steam was emerging from Macaulay’s body “chichi”. He lowered his head, curled up his body, roaring with unknown meaning, and strange blue veins burst out from all over his body. The violent force that has never been felt, converged into a river, converged into a flood, and raged in Macaulay’s body.

The monster gradually merged with Macaulay, and a strong “desire for destruction” was occupying his head, which always liked to use wisdom.

Kaka!

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

But what greeted him was a “monster”-like face, and Macaulay was also smiling, and his smile was extremely wanton.

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

Who are we the monsters?

The leader of the sect had this doubt in his mind.

“You invite me to eat, and I’ll invite you back again.”

“boom!”

A fist that was wrapped in steam and swelled in a circle, slammed into the head of the young man after Macaulay twisted his waist. On the surface of the fist, the texture of the skin disappeared, and instead it was attached to a dark background with a dark golden radiance flowing on it.

The distance between the two was so close that the young leader could not avoid it. Panic and fear flashed in his wide eyes, and then they all disappeared.

Bang!

It exploded, like a big watermelon that was smashed by a giant force. Whether it was skull, brain, or flesh, they all turned into filthy “mud spots” and sputtered in all directions, but before Macaulay was touched, they were scorched into coke by the scorching steam.

Dozens of yellow-robed cultists on the mountain of corpses and on the ground woke up at the same time, and they seemed to be in a state of being controlled in an instant, and their crazy eyes looked at Macaulay.

In the restored “Grain Rain”, the rotting flesh and blood flowed against the warm sunlight, and in the blink of an eye, a naked and perfect body was re-condensed. The leader of “Resurrection” restored his holy and compassionate face.

He glowed like a “Holy One” who came to the world to guide mankind.

“kill him!”

When the leader’s words fell, dozens of yellow-robed cultists took off their yellow robes at the same time, revealing their white and beautiful bodies, but there was no trace of themselves in their eyes, and they jumped down at the same time.

With the sound of “bang bang bang”, through the thick yellow smoke that could no longer be polluted and the scorching steam released from him, Macaulay looked at the corpse mountain, in the warm sunlight, every yellow robe evil that jumped down. believers.

The white flesh was stained with rotting yellow spots, and the twisted red spread, alienating their limbs, heads and torso.

The first “monster” was panting violently, its sharp claws easily cut through the hard stones, 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 head.

“Sigh~”

As if it was a signal, when this saliva roar sounded.

A dazzling sunlight flashed in front of 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 pair of claws were about to touch Macaulay’s body, and its disgusting mouth opened to the limit, swallowing it towards Macaulay’s head.

Behind it, in the thick fog, dozens of equally terrifying beast shadows rushed forward.

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

But one thing Macaulay saw clearly.

All the “survivors”, oh no, can only be called the polluted now, the part of themselves that they saw completely disappeared.

A complex color flashed across Macaulay’s eyes.

Immediately, an unstoppable killing intent surged out.

The dark aura gushed out from Macaulay’s abdomen, as if it had life, rapidly spreading and covering the whole body of the young man, a dark golden brilliance emerged, and unimaginably hot steam spurted out.

The thick yellow smoke that originally filled the burrow felt like a heavy blow at this moment.

Tropical storm-like steam swept through the burrow.

“You, you all deserve to die.”

boom! boom! boom!

In Macaulay’s roar, the first “Bloodthirsty” in front of him was like a dirty piece of paper, torn to shreds by an invisible force, and the disgusting minced meat didn’t have time to splash out, and was directly swept away by the steam hurricane. Along with it were other monsters in the burrow.

And, the “mountain” that took up hundreds of mutilated human corpses.

Without the illusion cover, the real stench is smoked by the steam, which is enough to make people want to cut off their nose and faint directly.

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

He sniffed the disgusting smell, his face was intoxicated, and at the same time he felt the terrifying danger in it. On top of the holy and compassionate look, the depths of his eyes were entangled with the scene in the burrow.

The “bloodthirsty” who had high hopes for him were being ravaged at the moment.

No bloodthirsty man could resist a punch or a kick from Macaulay.

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

Young people are caught in the dilemma of unable to choose.

“Fleeing away at this time? Then everything I’ve done for Lord Gaffalo will be in vain. It took me a few months to accumulate the mountain of Gaffalo and successfully select so many believers. If I start all over again… …”

“If I don’t leave, can I beat this guy who doesn’t know what kind of shit he has gone through and is favored by big people?”

The second question, just a circle in his mind gave birth to the answer.

can not!

Although he gained a certain degree of “immortality” after believing in “Gaffalo”, this sorcery that could gather filthy flesh to regenerate at any time could not bring him strong fighting power.

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

A leader with spiritual bewitching, rebirth of flesh and blood, chant singing…these witchcraft can be said to be incomprehensible.

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

Thinking of this, the leader put on the red robe and turned to leave.

“Maybe I should have chosen ‘combat sacrifice’ instead of bloodthirsty servants, which made me have obvious shortcomings…”

The young man just took a step, and his feet stagnated for a while, as if thinking of something, the color of excitement emerged.

“No, no, no, there is still a chance.”

“My choice is correct. Only by becoming a god attendant can you continue to be reborn, 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, it is their honor.”

In a quick murmur, the young man turned around and came before the burrow.

Below, the battle has just started for a few seconds, but it is already crushing.

Although those “Bloodthirsty” can also be resurrected through “Gaffalo Mountain”, the speed is far from that of the leader, and the amount of flesh and blood consumed is also very large. Their number is decreasing sharply. Polluters join in, and it doesn’t help.

The young man stood still, pierced his chest with his hands in a strange posture, and cut a gap, and bright red blood “gudu~gudu” flowed out, strangely not falling, but floating in the air, gradually converging into a The “Blood River” went into the sky, and the strange “dark cloud” flowed away.

The low chanting sounded again.

“Great Lord, you are the end, the beginning, and the rebirth. You have created the land of eternal peace and tranquility… Your humble believer prays for your coming, to this filthy and depraved world, to taste this sweetness with your own mouth. offerings.”

“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 terrifying picture of prayer, a delicate, thick yellow wooden boat suddenly appeared in the chest that was torn apart by the young man. It sailed along the blood river toward the dark cloud. On the wooden boat, there were more than a dozen people carved. , they are doing all kinds of crazy movements.

In the burrow, as the young man chanted, he saw a head of “bloodthirsty”. Before they approached Macaulay, they burst open automatically, and the flesh and blood disappeared in the sky. They died in this way, and there was no chance of resurrection.

And as the deranged believers dedicated themselves one after another, the deranged human figures on the canoe began to “live”.

Under the dark cloud that was brewing “sweet rain” and polluted the sun, a crack was emerging, and a yellow light was scattered.

A terrifying aura began to permeate.

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

He seemed to see, when the great “Gaffalo’s Will” came through the “Fool’s Ship” that could sail between two worlds, what kind of misfortune would happen to that darn shit-lucky guy, and the devotion What a rich reward he will receive after receiving delicious sacrifices.

He was condescending and wanted to take a look at the last expression of the lame boy.

But at this moment, he suddenly realized that his head, his body, solidified.

No, not just that.

The whole world froze again.

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

In the void, a white palm stuck out.

She grabbed the lively “Fool’s Ship”, the crack opened above the “mysterious” hole, and the thick yellow light struggled, trying to spill down and connect with the canoe.

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 was re-running, and the blood river immediately turned into blood and splattered the sky. Inside the burrow, a fist with dark golden brilliance and scorching steam was stretched to an unbelievable level. The eerie dark clouds turned into nothingness.

The young man wanted to let out a roar, but after the mountain of corpses and the dark clouds were scattered, and the strange object of the wooden boat was taken away, the extraordinary power in his body was fading.

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

The former “rotten dwarf” appeared again, stained with filthy blood, and fell limp, his eyes filled with despair and resentment, and then looked at Macaulay who jumped up from the burrow, and gradually turned into… begging for mercy.