The more they object, the more it means I did the right thing

Chapter 266 Star Body: [Life believers, please hold on until dawn]

The dark night covers the wilderness, and the night wind blows by, and the dark black grass is fluttering in the wind like crow feathers. Opposite the Dawn Church, on the plain called the Dead Skeleton Field, at the end of the gray-white hills, towers, castles and fortresses made of bones stand one after another, built by the Life Priests in one night.

This fortress is strong and solid. There is no weak point. It is all made of the sacred bones of mid-level warlocks. It is far stronger than any steel barrier in the world. It cannot be broken through by any physical firepower. It can even withstand the firepower of a demigod. One blow.

It is Robust's proudest work in this life.

The regiment of the Secret Cult of Life is stationed in the Dead Corpse Field. Corpse transport teams from all over the southern battlefield must pass through this fortress, which also ensures a continuous supply of warlock corpses.

The Castle of Death is the central station of the southern battlefield.

The High Priest of Life, Robles, was looking at the church on the other side of the plain with a gloomy expression. His Majesty the Holy Virgin had issued an order, requiring them to completely capture the Church of Dawn before dawn tonight, and bring the Dawn to the other side. The saint's head is presented to His Majesty.

Originally this was a crushing war with no difficulty. It couldn't even be called a war, it could only be called a massacre.

These are just a bunch of weak lambs that are being slaughtered.

In the first half of the night, the Holy Knights in the castle outside the Dawn Church have been almost slaughtered by the Stitches. As long as the magic barrier of the Dawn Church is breached and the Stitches march in, they can capture the Saint Mary of the Holy Light. head.

But the change happened at this moment. When the magic barrier was really damaged and the first batch of stitched beings entered it as the vanguard, it was like a stone sinking into the sea and there was no news;

The life priests unbelievingly summoned the second and third batch of sutured lives. The result this time was even weirder. The screams of monsters came from the Dawn Church. The screams were extremely sad and miserable. The life priests were far away. They can all hear it.

Outrageous.

Is there some secret execution platform inside the Dawn Church?

Several life warlocks who are particularly good at torture all showed expressions of regret. Even they couldn't achieve this level. They could actually make the suturing life scream so sadly and rhythmically. They can already be called... This is the level of art.

The Life Priests even began to wonder if they had accidentally hit a friendly force.

Or accidentally broke into the lair of some evil god.

In the next scene, Robus's conjecture was verified. An extremely huge giant, whose whole body was made of twisted and strange light, stood impressively on the plain.

Even though they were far away in the wilderness, just looking at His face made even the High Priest Robus feel his eyes hurt, let alone those low-level Life Cultists.

Now it was certain that the opposite side was the evil god's lair.

But the order from the Holy Maiden is absolute. They must take down the Church of Dawn before dawn, and no one can go against the will of the Blue Witch - otherwise, when she takes action personally, not only the Radiant Cultists will die.

Even if the Radiant Saints are bluffing, deceiving, or really killing the evil god, they still have to bite the bullet and kill Maria in order to survive.

Then, we can only violate the signed "Poison Gas Control Act" and sacrifice the great murder weapon given by the gods of future generations.

This is the crystallization of the long river of life that has multiplied to its extreme. It does not belong to the great creation of this era.

The land trampled by that existence will be barren of any growth within thirty years. Even if there is an evil god on the other side, it will be smoked away!

What's more, how could the evil god on the other side be anything more than a bluffing Paladin?

The advantage lies with me, Robus, who made the decision and ordered my subordinates to release those two beings.

As the mother of two toes resurrected from the corpse, under the guidance of undead magic, she stepped on the earth, and the torrential yellow wind overflowed from the cracks of her feet. All the believers next to her were frothing at the mouth and fell down. , fortunately the mother of toes did not stay in the dead body, they crushed towards the Church of Dawn.

As long as the yellow wind erodes into the interior of the church, victory will be given to life!

High Priest Robus had a wild smile on his lips.

He looked jokingly at the futile Dawn Giant in the distance. The Secret Cult of Life has the most advanced undead technology in Naraku and has the most powerful undead army. What can you, a saint, do to fight me?

"Resurrection, my army of men in leather jackets."

From a distance, the High Priest of Life couldn't hear clearly what the Dawn Giant said.

But when his pupils shrank, he saw countless rays of light overflowing from the giant's pupils and spreading around.

At the same time, Robus felt a strange movement in the river of life, and the souls of the dead were gathering towards the Dawn Church.

"." Robus' face was full of horror. Does the opponent also know necromancy?

And still using holy light as a spell-casting medium?

Merlin also watched the endless holy light overflowing from Ansu's body, eventually converging into a sea, and pouring all of it into the bodies of the dead bodies. With waves of strange spasms and twitches, the monster corpses slowly opened up. eyes.

Even Merlin didn't expect that this little boy would be born with undead magic that smelled like the Holy Light.

Does magic even engage in crossbreeding?

But it doesn't matter, athlete's foot is invincible. Even if the undead are not afraid of athlete's foot, you Ansu will still be affected. Merlin sneered at the corner of his mouth. As long as athlete's foot sweeps into the Dawn Church, Ansu will be dead.

And as a Dharma God, Merlin is absolutely confident that the disasters he carefully cultivated have no antidote. There is no genius in the world who can crack the disasters of his Dharma God!

Facts have proved that Merlin was right, but he was still too optimistic.

I saw Ansu pouring all the radiation into the monster corpse,

Under the guidance of the deceased's resurrection, the first batch of enemy undead souls entered the new leather cases. The effect of resurrecting the dead is that the souls who have strong feelings for the caster can temporarily return to the living world from the long river of life. As for Ansu, who has lived so long, the people who have the deepest feelings for him are all his enemies.

The first guest, named Captain Sharp, died in the identity authentication battle at the Painful Cadre School using the fireball, water polo and ice hockey skills that are special to the border.

He led the revenants of his pain team members, and they were the first to get into the leather holster made by Ansu.

The original shape of this leather sheath comes from the 'Stitched Face', which is a giant face made up of several human cheeks. Each one is the size of a small house. Under Ansu's order, the dead stitched face was raised again. touched his cheek.

The prototype was just a third-level stitched human face. How could it possibly deal with Merlin, the Mother of Toes? There was a disdainful smile on his lips, but the next second, his smile froze on his cheeks.

Merlin saw a giant magic plant planted on every sutured human face.

The giant magic plant that has been watered by the blood of the saint and radiated by a huge amount of radiation has three huge dark brown leaves that are like the wings of a magic eagle. Those leaves stretch out to the surroundings, standing straight, and in the middle of the leaves It is a cold white and strange cheek.

These faces are all the faces of one undead before another.

[Saint woman’s face]

[Rank: Third Level]

[Attributes: Wind, Undead]

[Characteristic 1: After being watered by the blood of the saint and irradiated by radiation, the wind leaf grass has its original wind element greatly enhanced. When combined with the sutured human face, it overcomes the original inability to move freely and rotate. It has shortcomings, and it can supplement the wind power by absorbing the flesh and blood of the sutured human face to achieve long-term battery life. 】

[Characteristic 2: Controlled by the painful undead]

[Effect: Can blow holy wind in any direction for a long time, which can drive away disasters]

This is a rotating fan!

Still a fan of Saint Lady!

The druids all frowned. As a common druid demon species, the effect of windleaf grass is also relatively limited. Although it can blow strong winds, it can only be used once and has a fixed direction, making it very easy to avoid. , it is quite uneconomical to use Wind Leaf Grass in battle.

The most commonly used occasion is commercial and civil use, where it is used to remove formaldehyde from large newly built buildings.

But with Ansu's adaptation, these shortcomings have been overcome, and the effect has been greatly improved. Although it looks a bit scary.

This guy Ansu is indeed a Druid genius.

However, why did this kid suddenly make a fan? The top priority should be to prepare a magic potion that can restrain the scourge of ringworm.

They only thought about it for a second, then their eyes suddenly widened and they looked at the magic screen in disbelief.

Wait, giant fan?

All the undead souls of the Pain Team got into the holster of the Saint Woman's Face. Under Anzu's order, rows of Saint Woman's Face were raised, and they all turned their heads and aimed at the beast that was about to pass by the tower and chapel. Athlete's foot is thick and foggy.

He aimed at the 'ringworms' floating in the yellow wind, blessed by the disaster.

"Turn on the fan to third gear!" Ansu ordered.

The saint's face was all adjusted to the third level. The roots of the wind leaf grass penetrated into the temples of the saint's face, absorbing the flesh and blood as magic power. The pupils of Captain Sharp and his men turned up, foaming at the mouth, and their hearts were already Ansu, the non-existent xylophone, was hunted and killed tens of millions of times, but as an undead, it could not resist Ansu's orders.

Those huge blades began to rotate. The speed was very slow at first, but as the flesh and blood were absorbed, the speed became faster and faster, leaving only huge afterimages one after another. The wind element was violently stirred by the magic power, and finally formed Two swift and violent hurricanes flew in the direction of the tower and chapel.

Go towards those overwhelming athlete's foot.

At this moment, everyone's expressions seemed frozen.

Priest Robus on the other side of the plain also noticed something was wrong. He found that the thick fog that originally followed the Mother of Toes into the church had stopped, stopped moving forward, and even started to go backwards.

And the yellow wind that carried the disaster was also blown back!

The one on the opposite side used holy wind to blow back athlete's foot!

No one could have expected that such evil ways existed!

The wind force in the third gear was so strong that it passed by in an instant - but what's more, Ansu had more than one Saintess fan. At this time, six fans were working at the same time, directly pushing back the athlete's foot.

The high priest turned around with a horrified expression and said to the secret cult soldiers on the front line, "Everyone take cover! Lie down!"

"Get back!!!!"

Priest Robuss roared with all his strength, transmitting the message into the distance, but the life believers outside the church had no time to retreat. They didn't even have time to realize what was happening, and the yellow wind carrying athlete's foot rushed towards them. .

The God of Dharma is worthy of being the God of Dharma. His carefully developed disasters are extremely effective, and those who fall into them will surely die.

The cultists of life were first penetrated by a foul smell into their nasal cavity, which then ran around between their organs, causing rot and decay wherever they passed. Then the same gas spread from the rotten places, and finally all merged and penetrated into their internal organs. The lungs were the first to be infected with athlete's foot, which produced pale white colonies, followed by the liver and kidneys.

But the cultists of life had no time to feel the pain inside their bodies. Before their bodies were completely destroyed, their spirits had already died.

"Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo." They pinched their necks in pain, their eyes rolled up abnormally, their consciousness was blurred and confused, and they only took a shallow breath and forgot about the human world, as if they were walking in the Shura Road of hell.

Athlete's foot is not only a magic attack, but also a soul attack.

What's worse, their minds were completely broken and they drooled like a fool, saying foolishly, deceiving themselves, "Hey, hey, this is actually the foot of a beautiful girl, Shasha, this is actually the foot of a beautiful girl."

You can only overcome physical abnormality through psychological abnormality!

"I lick, I lick Shasha, vomit, I lick"

But all the self-comfort was just an illusion, all the struggles were in vain, they all fell to the ground, their souls returned to the god of death, and they fainted completely.

The yellow wind swept everything, and all the living beings were lost in the vast yellow wind. All the living beings were lost at the end of the disaster, unable to break free, unable to resist, and unable to walk out.

In the end, the body was completely occupied by the disaster "ringworm" from the inside out, becoming a new source of pollution and a new disaster puppet. This was their final outcome.

Robus priest was in a complicated mood. In just a blink of an eye, thirty front-line soldiers died.

But fortunately, the dead fortress was not eroded.

The range of the holy winds was limited, and they could only blow the disaster colonies out of the church. The Dead Fortress was separated from the Dawn Church by a plain, and the base camp was not damaged, which was a blessing in disguise.

Facing the disaster created by the evil god, even Robs, the high priest of life, did not dare to say that he could save his life, let alone those ordinary believers.

But the druid priests who were watching knew that the Life Secret Church was finished this time.

The saint's face. It can continue to sustain and move all the time.

They are not demon species, they are active stitched life.

I saw Ansu, who had turned into a dawn giant, slowly lowered his body, grabbed the hybrid dead such as Sergeant Sharp with his hands, and like throwing a shot put, he exerted force with his legs, pressed down his center of gravity, stretched his arms to the extreme, and threw one saint's face after another in the two directions of the tower and the chapel.

It hit the outer edge of the church and the calamity athlete's foot.

I kill you I kill you I kill you Although Sergeant Sharp was already dead and athlete's foot could not affect them, they could still smell the smell.

It was an unimaginable, strong and sour smell that was indescribable and indescribable.

Under Ansu's forced command, all the dead souls were forced to stand up and move quickly towards the Dead Castle step by step, and the calamity yellow winds also swallowed the direction of the Dead Castle with their movement.

Robs's face was completely pale. Although the Dead Castle he was proud of was indestructible, it was not resistant to athlete's foot!

If the birth on the opposite side really succeeded, all the secret believers in the city would be suffocated to death!

Ansu had an innocent smile on his lips. Merlin's disaster was indeed invincible, so he didn't need to mix a potion to crack it. He could just copy it away.

Mystics, I will use your own foot to eliminate you.

The Dawn Giant smiled and looked at the Death Castle in the night. Now the attack and defense have changed.

You are the ones who should defend the tower!

[There is one and a half hours left until dawn]

[Life believers, please hold on until dawn]

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