Soul of Negary - 198. Chapter 195 Unclean Worship

“The betrayer of the dragon race, is you the one who led me over?” Protoss Negri, referred to as Kana, fell on the ground, a pair of dark green eyes staring at Negri, the protoss tall body made him look high.

“Shouldn’t it be you who betrayed?” Negri said casually, his eyes looked at the composition of the Protoss with interest, Noah and Wan were far away, and the killer J was nowhere to be seen.

The opponent’s authority in the world of flames is ominous and disease. His ability has a certain relationship with the germs, but it is not big. Strictly speaking, his original priesthood should be called a disgusting thing.

People hate the ugly, so it is reflected in Kana’s body that is his ugly face, people hate disease, and the reaction to him is the black plague that can cause disease, and people hate the crow that brings death. So the crow is his messenger.

The things that the Cauchy people hate in the world of flames are more or less directed to Kana.

Even the goddess of misfortune, Menas, is more popular than Kana. After all, what Kana represents is disgust. Ominousness and disease are only his most prominent features. Other features include darkness and filth.

“I am loyal to the priest. I finally burned. The burning journey was never limited to one world!” Kana said. He knew that what Negri said was betraying the flame world, but he didn’t because of Negri’s words. Angry.

“You lead me over, so it’s not just to say some boring words.” Kana raised his hand, and the black breath circulated on it and said: “Grab you, the line of defense of the world formed by you, just It will collapse, struggle desperately, mortal!”

Where Negri was standing, I don’t know when several black chains appeared, wrapping Negri in various ways.

The black air chain is full of the buzzing sound of flies, which is full of ominous aura. If it is locked by this chain, the disease breath will be poured into the target’s body along the chain. It is said that it is a disease, but in fact it is more like a curse.

Those infected by the breath of disease will have various negative characteristics, such as weakness, pain, fatigue, dizziness, corruption, etc.

After Kana appeared, he first delayed time through words, but secretly used the breath chain, completely disregarding his own Protoss identity, once the arrangement was completed, he immediately attacked.

“It’s pretty good…” The calamity power on Negri’s body exploded, precisely acting on the surrounding chains, cracking it, and at the same time the ground under Kana’s feet cracked, and several dark tentacles rose out of it. Tied to Kana’s body.

The two players have the same purpose of fighting. On the surface, they talked to delay time. I have to say that apart from their names, there are still many similarities between the two.

The pitch-black breath of Kana’s body rolled around, as if ink splashed into the water, spreading towards the surroundings, the pitch-black tentacles contacted the black mist, making a sizzling sound, and some yellow-green juice dripped from the tentacles.

The two crows standing on Kana’s shoulders soared, flapping their wings, their body size quickly grew bigger, and they made unpleasant screams. This sound seemed to have a peculiar magical power, making it difficult to concentrate, and it was always involuntary to listen to the aftertaste. tweet.

The two huge crows moved and turned, and their pitch-black claws dropped towards Negri, with an ominous breath lingering on them.

The black breath on Kana’s body rolled, holding the staff in his hand, and began to sing peculiar poems in the ancient language of the Protoss:

“The creatures were born from the ashes, and the rest turned into filthy ones.”

“Flies are born from the dirt, and the leftovers nourish the crops.”

“Food is born from crops, and those who stay here become hotbeds.”

“The disease was born from the hotbed, and the disabled were burned in ashes.”

“As far as we can see, it’s unclean.”

“I am ashes, I am dirty, I am a crop, I am a hotbed, I am unclean.”

“I bring souls. I bring flies, I bring food, and I bring diseases.”

“Those who admire me, only uncleanness can be immortal.”

“Stains are the battle clothes I gave you, the stench comes from the smell of the soul, and corruption is an immortal process.”

“Unclean spirit, drag everything into the dim quagmire.”

Kana’s poems sounded extremely weird. As his poems were read, a lot of yellow-green foamy vomit appeared on the ground at some unknown time, as if something was squirming in it.

The white, slightly transparent, ring-shaped bug rolled from the vomit and grew transparent wings.

If you look closely, you will find that there is a human phantom in the body of these worms. They are wrapped in the mucus in the worm’s body. Occasionally, the worm will also suck the yellow-green vomit, which makes the body’s condition worse. Disgusting.

This is the root ability of Kana: unclean worship.

There are some poets, painters or authors with high spiritual vision who can get unclean enlightenment from the words he chanted. They refuse to cleanse, dance with the dirty, and accompany the flies.

They are covered with stains and emit an indescribable stench. In the end, their bodies will gradually decay, until finally they rot completely and become part of the unclean, the so-called unclean spirit, and gain eternal life.

The vomit is getting more and more, covering all the surrounding ground.

Negri’s mouth chanted the dragon’s words cioul flying in the air, and the entire ground seemed to be turned into a yellow-green quagmire, with a large number of insects tumbling, and then a large number of insects gathered together and became a moving insect mountain.

The yellow-green slime became their adhesive. The insect mountain stretched out its palm, and the aggregated insects kept flapping its transparent wings, and then unscientifically drove the insect mountain to fly, or say they were in the slime. It would be unscientific to be able to flap its wings.

Standing in the quagmire, Kana still held the staff, chanting those spells lightly, and the black aura overflowing from his body became thicker and thicker.

Negri flew into the air and frowned. He could feel his authority to invade from another world, being disturbed in this quagmire area.

It is different from Negri’s wrong attributes, but this filthy place tarnishes the power of authority, making it seem useless.

Sure enough, even in the same environment, there will always be a distinction between ordinary and elite.

Kana and the dragon Adaen, who had also liberated their roots three times, had very different strengths. Although Adaen was restrained by Negri’s alien invasion, he did not exert his true strength. Helpless, but Kana was able to create a home game in the away game.

Perhaps there are elites in the dragon clan, but it is obviously not Aidaen.

Looking at the smashing insect mountain monster, Negri stretched out his hand, and the dragon surged from his body, oscillating with a fixed rhythm, and the newly learned dragon language magic was activated.

“Jliost!”