Starting from the Great Sword, you can only rely on yourself to become stronger

The humanoid monster, nearly three meters tall, hunched over, was palm-sized, and covered with pale scaly armor plates, which were stained with the blood of the bandits. Along with the breathing of the other party's chest and the pulsation of the blood vessels, it opened and closed regularly, constantly emitting heat waves that distorted the air. The four pairs of bat wings of different sizes behind him waved slightly unconsciously. If you look closely, you will find that even the wing membrane is covered with a layer of extremely fine scales.

A whole piece of proliferating unicorn mask covered his original appearance. Only through the slanting holes at the eyes could you see six dark golden eyeballs, one large and two small. In the lower part of the mask, two rows of sharp teeth that were originally closely intertwined opened slightly, and together with the teeth inside the body, they spewed out streams of gray-white mist visible to the naked eye.

Bone spurs spread along the joints all over the body, and a thick tail grew out from the position of the coccyx, and the layers of lobster shell-like bone armor completely wrapped it.

The end part is like a giant three-edged bayonet. A simple swing can give people a sense of indestructibility.

The right hand with slender and powerful fingers and scales is holding a handful of steaming internal organs full of parasitic plants.

He is so hungry that he is slowly raising the handful of fresh ingredients full of fillings to his slowly opening mouth under the crazy drive of appetite.

The movement suddenly paused.

There was a look of struggle in the six eyes, but the hunger in the body was torturing him and making him almost crazy.

The delicious food is in his hand.

Just a little closer... just a little closer……

""Crack!"

The teeth clenched tightly!

""Pah!"

The palm... or rather the claws, clenched tightly, squeezing the internal organs and the parasitic plants in the hand into a pool of festering meat paste!

‘I... am human!’

‘Desires of the Flesh……’

‘must……’

‘Obey my will!'

He suddenly raised his head and let out a roar that was totally unlike that of a human, and screamed towards the sky with all his might!

He shook off the blood and flesh on his hands, picked up the backpack with the broken straps with his left hand, and grabbed the greatsword with the word"God" in the mud with his right hand. He desperately held on to his last bit of originality, pressed down with his sturdy legs, stretched out his eight wide bat wings to his heart's content, and while leaping up with all his strength, he swung his wings down with all his might!

‘Whoosh! '

Accompanied by the turbulent air currents, it soared into the sky!

In the blink of an eye, it disappeared at the end of the sky!

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After a long time, Finner's broken body, under the control of the parasitic plants, climbed up with stiff limbs.

A dozen bandits whose bodies were not seriously injured also stood up and walked to the center of the open space like puppets. As for those who had been completely torn into pieces and had no value in repair, the parasitic plants drained their nutrients and turned them into a pile of residue. The well-fed parasitic plants pounced on the human bodies in the open space, bit open their skin, and drilled in.

When all the parasitic plants found their hosts again, Finner and the bandits regained consciousness like a computer that suddenly turned on.

"What's wrong?"

"Huh? What is this?"

"Where did that guy go?"

"His strength is too exaggerated.……"

"There are so many of us, and we didn’t keep him?"

Fenner looked around. Of the five full combat teams of 20 people he had brought out, only these few people were left.

Fortunately, the remaining people had followed him from the beginning, and they were also the earliest backbone forces with the"power of God".

It was a pity for Baku...

He was actually drained of his"power of God" by that guy and returned to the kingdom of God.

However, Finner's memory only stayed at the moment when he attacked Su Moyu.

Then, as if he was drunk, he suddenly blacked out and left no impression.

This was not the first time this happened, but Finner didn't care.

Every time he lost the memory of the battle, he could feel that the strength in his body would be significantly improved.

After searching around, he found his lost falcon sword, pressed the mechanism and shook it hard, the steel wire retracted, and the whip sword immediately retracted, returning to a plain one-handed sword.

He picked up the scabbard left by some unlucky guy on the ground and inserted it into it, and then hung it on his back.

Although it was not very suitable, he could only make do with it for the time being.

"Brothers, I have to admit that we failed this time, but it doesn't matter. When we return to the camp, we will take the sacrifice away and offer it to the gods.’，‘God will give us stronger power!"

"If one time doesn't work, try twice. If two times doesn't work, try three times! As long as we keep sacrificing, we can obtain an endless supply of 'divine power' to improve ourselves! We are the apostles of 'God' and the immortal warriors! No matter how strong he is, in the end, he will die in our hands!"

Fenner's enthusiastic speech immediately won the approval of all the bandits.

"The chief is right!"

"That’s right!"

"We who possess the 'power of God' are the strongest!"

"I'll chop off his head sooner or later!"

"I can't wait to make the sacrifice!"

Even though they lost so many people, it didn't affect the bandits' morale at all.

In their eyes, death was just returning to the kingdom of the gods, which was not scary at all.

Finner nodded and continued.

"We hurried to clean up the battlefield and take away everything that was still usable. Pay attention to those special arrows, which are not easy to get. Try to find all of them."

"Yes! Chief!"

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A few days later, in the Far East, Stafford

""Master, we have received an urgent report!"

In the meeting room of the organization, Edgar, who looked very unhappy, suddenly rushed in without any notification.

""What's the matter?"

Lemoto looked at Edgar with some dissatisfaction.

They were all senior veterans of the organization and should have been accustomed to the state of being calm in the face of emergencies.

They were not young newcomers, so why were they so flustered?

"Could it be that the unknown creature attacked our soldiers again? Is the loss serious?"

"No……"

"Or has the other party given up on the route we predicted and we need to change our battle plan?"

"Not really……"

"Then why are you panicking?"

"This, Lord Chief, you should read it yourself. This is a summary of the intelligence I have collected recently."

Edgar bowed and handed over the notebook in his hand.

However, Lemoto just glanced at it, stood up from his chair, and muttered in shock.

"A new...Abyss?!"