Crimson Blood Coffin

"Then who is coming? Is it the one who came out to hunt down Hor Azathoth last time?"

The remnant beast crossed his arms and heard sounds of disgust and curiosity. While going towards the inner city to devour the projection, he also looked at the inner city gate that opened again on the wall of the new city!

"Hehehahaha~"

Before anyone came out, a cold and ruthless laughter came through. Inexplicably, all the human teams, the Nurgle Legion, and even Youge and others hiding in the cracked world, couldn't help but laugh in their hearts. A smiling mouth curved upward like a thin slit was simulated.

It's the human mouth.

"Is it him? Why is it him? And it's the same person?" Ouroboros was the first to ask, why is it him? In this case, shouldn't we send some more powerful ones or the king's dark personality who can absolutely capture the opponent?

The personality of the Dark King, Howling Ghost-Gud Adel,

A king from thousands of years ago, to some extent he is still a good friend of the current Orange King Gulag and an old acquaintance of Ouroboros.

"Okay, it's gone. Everyone, you can finally come out and get some air!"

The howling ghost's mouth opened from a curved slit, and then from open to closed. There is no trace of any mouth image on the flat chin.

"Well, long time no see."

Gulag nodded roughly in response to the other party. Before, he was perhaps slightly lower than the local level, but now there is really no difference, except for the king who died for the royal city and the king who is currently alive. , there is no difference between the two sides.

"It's a little strange." After greeting the Howling Ghost in the same way, the other two kings were also full of questions about this. It shouldn't be, why? They always feel that they have overlooked something.

However, despite the fruitless search, the two of them watched the changes in the field with great interest. The arrival of this dark king would definitely not make things easier for the other party.

"Go back, if you can't do anything well when you come out, don't you know how to avoid it?" The Howling Ghost stepped on his feet and flashed to the head of the Devouring Avatar in the King's City. He began to taunt nonchalantly,

And the reprimanded swallowing incarnation also became submissive. After twitching its originally arrogant mouth a few times, it could only retreat silently.

"Yes, yes~ This is an obedient child~ Hehehahahaha~", the Howling Ghost's mouth opened again, and after maintaining a fixed posture, it opened wider when facing Nurgle,

"Hahahahaha~ Is it you? Is it you? Thank you very much for giving me the opportunity to come out and relax!" The Howling Ghost flashed again, and when he appeared next to Nurgle, he pinched the other person's body with both hands. A Nurgling came down and started joking again:

"So this is the realm above the king? What a disgusting power. Outsider, what do you think I should do with you? Do you want to make you one of us, and go to the King's City to have a good exchange with each other? There are many more miserable kings who want to ask you."

"Inside?" Nurgle waved his hand and forced the king back a little. He didn't care at all about the other party's disrespect for him: "I also want to take a look, but there is no need to communicate. One day I will go in by myself and come out by myself."

"Oh? Are you so confident?" He stamped out the excrement and the plague land under his feet. The Howling Ghost, who was independent of Nurgle, sneered and pointed at Nurgle without hesitation from what he had prepared. A sound like a shock wave came out of his mouth.

Penetrating at extremely high speed, Nurgle managed to avoid the opponent's attack, but the legion members behind him were not so lucky. In this wave, a straight line appeared behind Nurgle. The plague in this line All living things disappeared in the waves, leaving no trace behind.

Howling Ghost, among the kings of the past, is the king with unparalleled destructive ability, the king who has mastered the power of destruction, sound, waves, etc.

"It's such a useless puppet. It can't even block a single blow. Why bother raising so many wastes?"

The Howling Ghost did not stop, and when it rushed towards Nurgle, it did not forget to taunt him.

"I like it." Nurgle smiled steadily. When the Dark King attacked again, a giant scythe full of decay and plague appeared in the middle of the double hair.

This was the object that Nurgle used to stir his own plague cauldron and develop a new type of plague. It was also a weapon that he had not used for a long time.

Nurgle, who looked very fat and bloated, was extremely ferocious when faced with attacks. The evil god just slashed randomly with his hands, causing the howling ghost to retreat decisively when it wanted to approach again.

"Hehe, hahaha~ Ugly guy, why don't you just catch him without hesitation?"

After Howling Ghost dodged, another huge howl flew out from his mouth, and began to surround Nurgle and squeeze and destroy it.

"A powerless attack. Apart from the special features of your city, do you have any other means?" Nurgle didn't care. In this cycle of destruction, except for the slight damage to his black robe of disease, It didn't do him much harm,

The plague scythe slashed, and the Nurglings under him rushed towards him. The howling power of destruction ultimately failed.

The howling ghost is happy,

The superior person is indeed very interesting. It would be really boring if he was killed like this.

It's a pity that the other party doesn't know the true horror of Li Wangcheng.

Darkness struck, and the body of the howling ghost suddenly became ethereal. The originally bright sky was completely lost in the darkness.

"These guys are really crazy. They start to attack at the slightest disagreement." The remnant beast and the Ouroboros retreated a lot. They didn't want to be affected by this guy's madness.

After the ethereal howling ghost appeared again, the devouring incarnation of the Li Wangcheng that had been beaten to pieces by Nurgle before appeared on the howling ghost's body.

A huge mouth was on the chest of the howling ghost, and it maintained the same posture as his slit mouth.

"You're done, hahahaha~"

This time, the howling ghost rushed towards Nurgle fiercely, facing the opponent's sickle, and an identical black sickle appeared in the hands of the howling ghost.

The sound of collision sounded, and there was a stalemate.

However, the latter did not pass in vain. The moment the howling ghost withdrew, he bit off a piece of Nurgle's sickle fiercely.

"Ka Ba Ka Ba~"

It was the devouring giant mouth of Li Wangcheng, which regarded Nurgle's plague sickle as a delicacy.

"Nice stuff, really delicious!"

The Howler laughed and felt the thoughts of the King's City when he chewed the sickle fragments, delicious and powerful stuff.

"Hmph, my sickle is not for you to be a dessert!" This familiar situation reminded Nurgle of the situation when he fought with his brothers and sisters. His sickle was broken under his eldest brother's axe, which really made him very unhappy!