Spell Retaliation: Unlock Eight Stunts at the Beginning

From the outside, it looks like a huge church.

A silver cross hangs high on the roof of the church, and golden flowers are spread all over the ground.

Pure white foam floated in the air.

Everything looks so beautiful.

And in the very center of this beauty.

A huge embryo with a height of more than ten meters floats quietly.

On the cursed womb, there are countless black runes, which are constantly imprisoned around the cursed womb like chains.

That power is terrifying and dark, although it seems to be somewhat the same as the magic power, but if you look closely, you will find that it is a completely new power that is completely different from the magic power.

Boom! !

Boom! ! !

The deafening heartbeat sounded from the cursed womb.

If Long Yi was here, he would have recognized at a glance that this cursed womb was the one that was conceived in the depths of the cursed island at that time.

It was also the one that disappeared out of thin air.

Cursed fetus is an embryo-like protection method that is only born before the super class is conceived.

And this cursed womb is different from any cursed womb recognized by any previous magician.

because.

His evolution time is simply too long.

He was born on the cursed island and was nurtured in the curse of countless magicians and immortals. Although the number of each batch is not large, the pure curse of magicians far surpasses normal humans, and the infinite immortality of immortals. Embrace of endless pain.

Their powers are superimposed together, which is many times more powerful than a single curse.

But even under such a tyrannical heap of curses.

It is indeed still not conceived from the cursed womb.

The faster the evolution of the cursed fetus, the stronger the cursed fetus is.

But this cursed fetus has been bred for thousands of years. Although it is hatching, it will exude a trace of magic power from time to time, which will make people extremely jealous.

"Haha~ this kind of rare thing, apart from the group of curse spirits, really can't be made no matter what~"

A voice sounded slowly above the huge curse tire.

The person who spoke was a man in a black priest costume, and there seemed to be two chaotic vortices in his eyes.

Between the slow rotations, there is some kind of breathtaking power.

His appearance is generally the kind of public face that is unrecognizable in the crowd.

But it has a mysterious charm.

Those who see him will involuntarily have a little trust in him.

He sat on top of the cursed womb, this huge monster feared by humans, under his butt, as quiet as a pet.

Even the deafening heartbeat slowed down a bit.

"Little guy, don't worry, the outside world is not as beautiful as you think~"

He stroked the disgusting skin of the cursed fetus.

He spoke softly, as if comforting his own child.

thump~

dong dong~

The two consecutive heartbeats seemed to be responding to what the priest said.

"You've been waiting for a thousand years, what's the point of waiting."

"The guy who gave birth to you has died under his ambition."

"In the eyes of humans, you are an all-devouring monster, and in the eyes of your own kind, you will also be an anomaly."

Under his voice, the embryo, which was still a bit vibrating, seemed to be asleep, silently.

Quiet like a stone sculpture.

A slight smile appeared on the priest's face.

I just wanted to open my mouth and continue to say something.

Sudden.

Crunch! !

The tightly closed door was slammed open.

The person who came in was a man dressed in religious clothes with a respectful look on his face.

He looked at the high priest.

One hand clasped in front of his chest, and then he half-knelt down.

With a somewhat fanatical expression on his face, he seemed to see his own king.

"Master Teacher~"

"A dozen believers have come outside now, and they want to be favored by you."

"Get out of that rotten body and become an immortal spirit."

The believer's voice seemed to be trying to suppress a certain kind of fanatical belief. It was a kind of madness that only appeared in mad believers, a kind of madness that could climb up everything for the sake of faith! .

Chapter 232

"Get up~"

Hearing the believer's words, the corner of the priest's mouth turned up, as if he had heard something funny.

In those black hole-like eyes, a flash of contempt flashed very quickly.

His palm lifted slightly.

hum~

A power different from the magic power appeared on the believer.

Along with the ups and downs of his palms, the believer was gently lifted up by that force.

And at the same time.

The muscles of the believer's whole body seemed to have some kind of improvement in an instant.

Click!

Expanding rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye-.

Even the breath on his body became more tyrannical.

The whole person has changed from being thin and weak just now, to a strong man with ferocious muscles.

However, in the face of such a strange scene, he did not feel any surprise at all.

Instead, he bowed respectfully to the priest as if he was used to it.

"My Lord~"

"Those stupid humans are waiting for your will."

The priest leaned halfway against a blood vessel on the cursed womb.

"Ha~" he sighed lazily.

Eyes narrowed slightly.

Looking out of the church door, he seemed to see a dozen rich businessmen like fat pigs, wiping the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief.

While facing the believers around him, he showed a hypocritical smile.

"These guys who are not even as good as monkeys are really annoying~"

"However, monkeys also have monkey values, don't they?"

He seems to be in himself, and seems to be asking about a being that doesn't exist in this space.

Snapped! !

In the eyes of believers, his great Lord snapped his fingers at will.

only see.

From the huge cursed womb, several weak wounds appeared.

Along the wound, a dozen translucent small cups appeared out of thin air.

The black cursed blood slowly flowed out from the wound and gradually flowed into the cup.

The pitch-black blood had a stench like rotting flesh.

Cups in a row.

It floated neatly to the believer, and floated quietly in front of the believer.

As if waiting for some order.

"The rest, you can do it~"

"Anyway, don't let them disturb me."

The priest waved at the believer at will.

The believers fell to the ground again, like a blessing to their hearts, and bowed their heads on the ground respectfully, and then slowly retreated towards the door.

The row of cups filled with cursed blood quietly followed behind him.

The door closed slowly.