Evil dragon? It's me, Godzilla!

The man who wore a long robe and looked normal walked on the street normally.

He avoided the church with a gloomy look. He was not afraid, but just hated it. This sect was weak, even in the north where the morning light should be the brightest.

That annoying light could not cover the fire of the Lord.

But after a few steps.

"Ugh...!"

A trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He paused for a moment, covered his heart, and bloody cracks appeared on his skin from the fingertips to the heart. The whole person was shattered, like a piece of pottery.

The body under the robe was not only that, the skin also looked strange, with distinct pieces, some of the skin was rough, some was smooth, and even the facial features began to differentiate, like a non-human thing made up of different people.

Like the strange stitching of men, women, children, and the elderly, even the expressions were different as if they had souls.

But he already had experience.

The thread made of dark magic and wailing souls stretched out from the tattered essence under his body, like a rag doll, tearing off pieces of skin, and stitching his body back to look like a normal person again.

"I have to find Salva quickly..."

He muttered to himself and continued walking. The passers-by around him only felt that a colder wind had just blown.

In a small town where no accidents should have happened, he was turned into a fate that should not have happened today by a dragon that should not have appeared.

This is the price of underestimating the opponent. Just a moment of carelessness, his former body no longer has any place to follow him.

Is that a fist? No, it was a mountain condensed into a fist shape that smashed directly at him. He had been squeezed to the point of vomiting blood before, and he took this blow of more than millions of tons of force.

It was like a giant stepping on an ant.

But that's not all. After the soul blessed by that great being, the great Lord, and the body transformation that Salva said had no artistic beauty.

He didn't say how tough he was, but it was definitely difficult to die. It was difficult to kill him simply by the collapse of his flesh... Although this collapse was a bit too thorough.

But it didn't matter. The flesh and blood were just the container of his soul, and he would be able to put it back together soon. The body was just a fragile glass cup, and only the soul was immortal.

But at that moment, he saw that the dragon finally tore open the skin that bound him, revealing the nature of the greedy beast underneath!

His whole body was tightly grasped by a powerful force that was everywhere, and the will and mind that remained in his flesh and blood were shaking wildly, and he entered a dinner plate.

The dragon opened its mouth, full of sharp teeth, and greedily stretched out countless knives and forks to cut him apart!

All the magic power, vitality, blessing power and soul of the great Lord were sucked into the mouth of the abyss!

There was absolutely no possibility of coming out after entering!

He must not be eaten...

That was why he spared no expense to change the resurrection on the spot to teleportation resurrection.

During the time spent, several ritual nodes were destroyed by the dragon, and several groups of monsters that were supposed to serve as sacrifices were directly killed, and the plan had to be changed.

But fortunately, the key ice fragments used to trigger the entire northern snowstorm were not in serious trouble...

"That damn dragon... Is this a test given to me by the great Lord?"

The powerful and ferocious dragon was like a monster in dragon skin. The almost excessively ferocious and strong appearance was the embodiment of its monster nature that was difficult to conceal.

He was not one of the golds who specialized in the physical body, but that was only relatively speaking. In terms of basic stats, he could become the final form of the Heisei Knight when he put on the suit.

Then, not only was he blown up by the opponent's attack without any magic power, but in order to escape to a far distance and revive, he consumed a lot of precious resources and blessing power that he had accumulated, and even the important Lord's return business...

Now there is also the lord who has received the help of the ice elf. After the annoying wolf master returned, the nose of the already difficult wolfhound has become more sensitive...

Everything goes wrong!

He was so angry that he punched the wall hard. A woman next to him saw this weirdo and walked away with the curious little girl calmly.

He didn't care.

As a traditional villain organization that is not a good person

Boss! Shouldn't he be high-class, always stronger than the protagonists, and have the aftertaste of playing the other party like a monkey!

Now he hasn't done anything yet, but he was beaten up by Chunlu Long who passed by! And now he is probably hated by the other party!

Damn it...

The man walked through the noisy downtown and went deeper into the market, stopping in front of a vendor who set up a stall on the spot.

The vendor was a slightly thin man, wrapped tightly, holding a pipe, looking listless and lowering his head, with a layer of shadow naturally on his face.

The thicker shadow cast by the visitor enveloped him, and he just raised his head silently.

Until he peeked into the eyes under the cloak of the visitor in front of him, he saw the fire of decadence and decay in an instant, burning everything equally, until himself, and the eight-pointed star that he had burned with charcoal behind him was also slightly hot at this moment.

His face seemed to be more decrepit, but on the contrary, a fanatic look rose. Yes, the grace from the great Lord was already manifested in the newcomer - a great priest who could understand the true meaning of the Lord! The vendor almost couldn't control the exposure of the rest of his facial organs. He barely concealed his fanatical expression and bowed his head respectfully: "Sir? May I ask what can I, a humble man, do for you?" He heard the great words that fell down. "Take me to the altar here and prepare about 300 servings of food for me. I will make my own arrangements for the rest of the world." "Yes..." He bowed his head respectfully. "Tap... tap..." With the sound of footsteps, the torches hanging on the charred skulls on the wall also lit up, illuminating the ubiquitous blasphemous runes and filthy curses carved in the dark stone room. The walls were covered with wriggling blood vessels and throbbing tumors. At a certain corner, several arms stretched out from the wall and pushed open the heavy door.

Passing through another larger space, in the dim firelight, one could vaguely see the shriveled and pale arms hanging down from the iron cage covered with thorns in the distance. The already dull blood spread layer after layer, seeping into every corner of the cracks in the stone bricks on the ground.

There were even creepy roars and strange cries, and even the crazy mumbling of someone unknown, who smashed his head in the prayers over and over again in the supreme octagon, and went further and further away from the direction of humans.

Not only that, but not only humans, but also monsters and plants, all had disgusting or strange changes, and of course other believers could also be seen here.

Some of them were merchants in the city, or beggars, or even famous nobles, all of whom were branded with octagon.

They all had more or less changes and became deformed.

These people who used to be of different classes now have an absurd and strange harmony. They will communicate the great doctrine of the eternally burning fire of decay cordially, and even show off the blessing that should not have grown on them.

In such a harmonious atmosphere, some people use their mutated organs to play background music. This is a famous piece of music that once flowed through the streets and alleys, and now it is interspersed with the philosophical truth of the Lord.

Well, no matter from the surface style. Or what they actually do, this is a complete villain organization and cult den. Among the ten people here, even if eleven are killed, there may still be loopholes.

Absurd style, but all the people present, whose brains have been branded with the doctrine and flame of the fire of decay, have naturally abandoned their previous ethics and cognition and indulged themselves.

Even the instincts of living things, even the gains and losses of interests, life and death, can be abandoned and mixed into unknown wine as seasonings, and drank up.

They are believers of the great fire of decay!

They are the blessed ones!

They are the originals of the new world in the future!

...They are also one of the insignificant consumables in the day of welcoming the ceremony of Allah and opening the door in the near future.

Some people even know it, but they are willing to do so.

Many of them are hidden agents buried in various places in this city. They are very useful in preparing supplies and collecting intelligence, including the monster attack on the city as part of the ceremony, and the last day...

Now they are summoned here by the church, and it is said that they can feel the grace of the Lord up close.

As the priest of the Lord and the shepherd of His lambs, I should take good care of the flock.

But now because of some unavoidable circumstances, I have to kill one or two to fill my stomach.

He walked through the crowd, a drop of pure filth mixed into the sewage, and stepped into the shadows, but no one noticed.

Some people were covered in the crazy crowd he passed by.

The momentum and life were both lost, like a balloon leaking air, decaying rapidly, and decaying from a prime age to an octogenarian at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The muscles became shriveled, the skin became loose, the bones became fragile, and the body surface also showed spots of organs that could not bear the weight of the elderly, and then quickly died of life failure.

After death, the body quickly became shriveled, like a mummy. It was cremated into ashes on the spot by the flames gushing out of the body, and such a scene spread rapidly to every corner of everyone here like an infectious disease.

The crowd became a sea of ​​fire, and it was still beating.

And everyone seemed to be unaware, as if they could not feel the pain, chanting the fire of decay in their mouths, laughing wildly until the last moment.

He stepped over the ashes that were once fresh all over the ground.

The quality of these believers was higher than that of ordinary people. After swallowing these believers, which numbered about several hundred people, his condition was slightly more stable.

"Hey! Put away your fire! Even if it's my practice work, you can't just burn it!"

Someone cursed, and wearing a new little hat, Salva walked out of a wall mouth that opened and closed somewhere.

Because of something, he now has a slight cold, and he still has a cup of hot cocoa with unknown ingredients in his hand.

Pointing at the flame that was about to follow the never-drying blood on the ground, greedily burning elsewhere.

Once again, as an artist, he often creates something to stimulate inspiration, just like the graffiti in the textbook when he is bored in class.

But even if it is something he doesn't care about, no one would be happy if someone set it on fire, let alone him!

"Heh... Salva, the plan has changed."

He retracted the flame casually:

"The ritual can't achieve the maximum effect, we have to throw away the chess pieces in other places."

"Huh?"

Salva looked a little surprised, squinting his eyes, although he had just killed most of the chess pieces in this city, he didn't expect it to be like this.

He didn't care about ordinary servants, after all, the mental state of people like them has always been abnormal.

But give up the arrangement that has been made for so long?

"Oh... your body? What made you like this, Kuiwenfeid, my friend? Is this why you asked me to come to the Lord's City directly?"

As for the artist who created life, it was obvious that the visitor was in pieces.

Very interesting, there was a feeling of taking every piece of the other party apart to see.

"A dragon... Next, we must at least ensure that the door to welcome the master must be opened."

Kuiwenfeid had a blank expression.

"Guide all the monster groups, and then abandon the plan for other ritual nodes, and gather all to Proletto."

"At the same time, I will activate the Ice Demon Spirit, sacrifice the souls of everyone including the Ice Spirit, and pry open the door in advance!"