Othua's War Banner

Chapter 164 0163: Proverbs Curse
The snow around Tu Zhanwa completely melted, and the black-red blood began to boil outside the leader's body, and terrifying magic flowed through his whole body along every inch of muscle.

He no longer retains human form.

Ken saw a purple-skinned monster with nihilistic horns. Surging power gathered and compressed in this body, just like the [Blood Maple Werewolf] and [Wildland Frost Bear] that he encountered before.

the difference is……

Tuzhanwa did not explode out of control.

His wounds have even healed, and the broken arrowhead is even embedded in the muscle, which doesn't seem to affect his actions.

The originally tall and straight body swelled in the frenzied air current.

"Zhan Jing, have you seen it?"

Quema opened her mouth and asked in an unbelievable tone.

"Yes……"

Ken replied.

Tu Zhanwa has become as tall as two people, and the dark purple skin is covered with dark lines. The power emitted by this thing reorganizes the muscles and stabilizes the bones.

Ken could feel it.

The power to protect his life definitely came from an old god.

"The Northern Territory does not need the battle banners of the Southern Border Bloodline. Let me see how much you can measure under your hypocritical face..."

The sound of Tu Zhanwa echoed over Thornton Kaya.

The [Nace] in his hand was originally hard and huge, but now it looks like a slightly petite short-armed hunting knife.

The roars of the Qi Bing apostles made one's scalp tingle.

This group of soldiers has completely fallen into madness, and the curse spreads in the air, continuously extracting the source of life from the Qi Bing apostle to maintain that non-human enhancement.

"People of Peak Shield!"

Tomio stood up and raised his shield.

He called the warriors of the Konggu Tribe to face a more powerful enemy, and made an oath: "Raise the wrath of the mountains, and meet the false enemy!"

"Roar!"

The shields stand upright and connect into a snow-white wall.

The attack of the Painted Ice Apostle is like viscous magma, and the fiery breath can even form a heat wave. When they collide, it's like encountering a rock while flowing, and the two sides are entangled.

The tribal coalition forces know.

If you relax at this time, it is tantamount to killing the enemy, and the enemy will never give any more time to breathe.

Tu Zhanwa stood there without moving.

The Painted Ice Apostles continued to charge from his side until there was no quiet corner in the streets of Santon Kaya.

He raised his head slowly, exclaimed, and all eyes gathered here again.

"Noisy ants."

Tu Zhanwa raised his arms, the illusory animal horns on his head became solid, and the air currents floating around the Painted Ice Apostle quickly extended towards the tribal coalition forces.

The speed is as fast as a roaring wave.

"what!"

The cavalry of the tribal coalition army froze on their saddles, exuding severe pain all over their bodies. The enemy's machetes did not stop, but what was even more frightening was that if they were contaminated by the bloody airflow, their lives would be lost quickly until they turned into shriveled corpses .

When every tribal alliance dies, the surrounding paint ice apostles will be nourished.

They bared their teeth, their muscles swelled, and even the blue eyes in their pupils seemed to be glowing.

"What the hell is this!"

Hume swore.

Under the pressure of the red wave, the coalition forces were retreating steadily, and the air flow was flying at an extremely fast speed. It seemed that nothing could block them, and they were about to engulf everyone.

[Secret Technique: Proverb Curse]

[The oldest necromantic spell in the north, it extracts life and nourishes the body. After a bloody battle, it will only leave barren land. 】

"It's a curse!"

As Ken said, he called together several battle banners, and used experience points to barely resist the passing of life.

"Do you have more specific information?" City asked.

"Cursed by Proverbs, has anyone heard of it..."

"Proverbs," the shaman turned around in horror. "It happened."

Everyone focused their eyes on this strange old man with a gloomy temperament, and then turned to look at the battle banner of the Fern Tribe.

The two people who were familiar with the secret arts of the northern border showed despairing expressions.

"The curse of the proverb only exists in legends, and those who are touched can only die," he said, "We could have escaped partly, but it is too late now..."

Several people froze in place.

The war flags cared about their subjects, and looked up and looked around, only to see the boundless red waves falling on people's bodies, making a horrifying sound of sizzling, squeezing the flesh and blood into dead branches.

The process is slow and painful.

"It's too late..."

The battle banners of the Fern Tribe were the first to decline.

"What's late?"

A woman's voice suddenly resounded in the middle of the battlefield.

Sidi was the most vigilant, she raised her scythe, but was so stimulated by the shining light spot that she squinted her eyes to avoid it.

The spots of light condense into a door.

Selina wore a grand and decent robe, and walked out of the [Mist Mist].

The brilliance she draped continued to shrink, the mud bricks of Sandon Kaya were wiped out of the gaps, and the strong wind swirled around Selina, but her toes did not touch the ground.

Hume stared, "Old God, you never said that the messenger who sneaked into the mortal world would be so beautiful..."

The surrounding Qi Bing apostles were suppressed by the force and did not dare to step forward.

However, the tribal coalition forces felt an indescribable warmth, as if the stolen vitality was returning. Even if they hated the people of southern Xinjiang, they could not get angry in front of this miracle.

Selina looked devout.

She is the Guardian of the Proverbs, masters ancient magic, a member of the Uncoverer, and one of the five Morning Stars of Usua...

No legendary story can describe her appearance at this time.

This kind of pure crushing itself is a kind of shock. Except for the rough nerves of Hume and Lownds, people with a little sense will ignore gender and appearance, and kneel down at the top level of human power.

"You should have come earlier, we lost a lot of soldiers!"

Ken was relentless.

After all, he is a person who has personally communicated with the old gods, and he does not have the feeling of cramping in remote tribes.

Hearing this harsh criticism, everyone felt their scalps go numb and their chests tight.

"Mr. Ken, do you know how difficult it is to break the wall of curses and taboos? I'm just here to balance power, and I have no obligation to shoulder life and death."

Selina frowned.

Ken noticed that the opponent's [Legendary]-level gloves were stained with dust, and it seemed that a very shocking scene had happened in a place that was invisible to everyone.

Ken waved his hand as an apology, and left with his tomahawk in his hand.

Quima hadn't seen Selena.

He held the bow and arrow, but couldn't raise his arms, for fear that this woman would be dissatisfied and wipe out the battle flag from the world.

Selena is suspended in the air.

The gray mist of mist has captured the colors of the battlefield, and even the blood and darkness have become bleak. The transpired blood has been stripped away, and the tribal coalition forces that have escaped the erosion are fighting with the enemy again.

　Thank you "Night Curtain Dry Bones" for your reward, and for your company, Arigado.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)