the world is a toy

Exorcists, priests, monks, supernatural beings... All kinds of people from the other world were gathered together, and they were divided into different places in the mountainous area to carry out extermination operations against the monsters here.

However, this kind of massacre was not one-sided without any suspense, because many of the monsters inhabiting this area in the south of the mountain and the local urban nature reserve along the coast are old monsters who have lived for an unknown number of years; They are powerful, or they have a profound ethnic background. In the face of the sudden invaders, the monsters also rose up to resist. After the initial chaos, they fought evenly...

"Kill it, kill it, the more you kill, the endless growth of despair!"

Looking at the burning mountain, the yellow-haired man laughed wildly, and the whole person cheered and danced.

Surrounding him were countless corpses. In the silent silence, a torrent of evil thoughts visible to the naked eye gushed out from the yellow-haired man, and the ominous power spread, and soon turned into a boundless shadow field.

"Despair, pain, anger, resentment...these are the best blessings for this world!"

Outside the barrier, the monk stood there, his face still expressionless, as if the fight on the other side of the barrier had nothing to do with him.

When the moon set on the mountain, he suddenly made a seal with one hand, and the entire barrier trembled. Soon, the sacred Sanskrit characters faded, replaced by pitch-black flames that began to burn.

The pitch-black flames burned on each corpse. This is the fire of hell that burns the soul. It uses the dead souls full of negative emotions as fuel, and blooms one after another like scorched black lotuses.

The monk quietly witnessed all this. He was very clear that no living person could survive from the flames. In this mountain and wild, people who entered the enchantment had only one way to die.

Chapter 530 Two Behind the Scenes

Chapter 530 Two Behind the Scenes

"Spin it! The Wheel of Pregnancy!"

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The wind is howling...

The flames of hell began to burn quietly. Starting from the lit spell on the enchantment, various corpses in the mountains were ignited with black flames of black lotus.

However, the human exorcists and all kinds of monsters who have already killed red-eyed people naturally don't notice this. Their targets are all among each other, and they put everything together in endless battles and chaotic killings, unless One party completely fell down, otherwise it would not be able to stop at all.

Both sides of the fight are concentrating on their own battles. This situation seems to be no problem, but those who can truly control the battle situation and overlook everything can find the doubts in the current battles——

It’s okay to be bloodthirsty and impulsive monsters by nature, why are all human beings so irritable and want to fight to the end as if they have lost their minds?

No one knows why, or rather, knows why... the people who planned all this tonight were not involved in the fighting at all.

Outside the barrier, the monk's one eye is closed and one eye is wide open, a flame dimmer than the flames of hell dances in his eye socket, and he has a panoramic view of everything on the battlefield.

"how much longer?"

"almost."

"What time is it?"

"Ten breaths."

The cold and soft voice could be heard faintly, and the monk who controlled the barrier seemed to be communicating with someone.

"Try to hurry up, I want to see the results in the shortest time, understand?"

The voice fell, and the monk nodded silently. Soon, the dancing flames in his eyes faded away, and the monk himself closed his eyes, and heaved a long and exhausted sigh; famous scriptures.

Following the fluctuation of the silent scriptures, the mountain battlefield on the other side of the enchantment also underwent some changes.

At this time, the power of the monsters has gradually declined. Facing the human beings who are twice as numerous and powerful as them, the battle of the monsters has gradually become outnumbered from the beginning, and they will soon be unable to continue... ....

Under the ebb and flow, the fighting spirit of human beings is getting higher and higher, and the resistance of monsters is becoming more and more passive. Seeing that the fight tonight is about to come to an end, but at this time, in the human camp, there are some people who are dressed in novelty and don't look like... It was people from the traditional exorcist family who suddenly changed their attack targets, and instead launched a fatal attack on the onmyoji and exorcists in the same camp!

These people have no spiritual power, do not know any yin and yang skills, or spells. It is said that the [relevant departments] of the Japanese local government paid for the international mercenaries for the exorcism activities tonight.

They use sophisticated weapons and special abilities called "supernatural powers" to participate in the battle. Although it seems a bit weird, since everyone is human and they are here to slay demons tonight, then there is no need to worry too much about it. too much research.

With this in mind, those traditional exorcists in the human camp didn't have any vigilance at all. Facing the inevitable kills of their fellow human beings, they couldn't even dodge, and became the dead souls attacked by weird mercenaries. .....

"Go to hell! Monster!"

A human onmyoji manipulated a talisman, and finally killed a monster that had turned into a monster prototype. However, before he could catch his breath, a sharp metal gauntlet pierced deeply into his chest.

"kill!"

The supernatural being wearing a new uniform has no expression on his face. After the murder, he didn't even waver in the slightest. He just shook off the blood-stained gauntlet and began to look for his next target. But when he turned around, his The figure couldn't help but pause...Because not far in front of him, a blood-stained priestess had tears in her eyes. She bit her lip and pointed the exorcism bow in her hand at him. .

"Whoosh-"

The arrow flew out and sank deeply into the heart of the supernatural being. The witch looked at his fallen body, then looked around, and fell into a daze.

Why, why do you help monsters attack us...

"Magic Light Killer Cannon!"

A slender beam of energy light was launched from the fingers of another supernatural user, taking away the life of the witch in an instant.But the supernatural user was immediately thrown to the ground by the manic monster behind him. Accompanied by a burst of fierce hand-to-hand combat and shaking and convulsions, the winning monster raised its head and howled, feeling a little dull, but at the next moment it was caught by someone who didn't know Where did the Fengmo Shuriken come from and shot directly in the face, and it was pierced through the head.

In this way, the mountains and fields that should have been dead for a long time fell into boiling again, and the burning battlefield became more and more chaotic. The battle between people and monsters, and between people has completely heated up, and there are killing sounds, roars, fighting, and blood everywhere. There is death and fire everywhere.

"It's not enough, the negative emotions contained in this blood are far from enough."

Outside the barrier, the monk who was still silently reciting unknown scriptures opened his eyes, and a lazy female voice came from the flames in his eyes.

Accompanied by her words, the wraiths who died on the battlefield still retained the state they had when they were fighting, either resentment, resentment, or despair... These fresh extreme emotions became The turbid wind gradually made the night thicken. As the flames of hell burned, the dead breath of the dead also condensed into dark clouds.

Therefore, the black flames on the ground, the wind of resentment in the mountains, and the haze of death under the sky, the triple ominous omen is like a huge whirlpool. As it is continuously absorbed on the battlefield, it symbolizes the color of destruction. It covered the entire mountain area, wreaking havoc on all existences that could be touched.

Then, something invisible is also moving around in a place that cannot be seen, and it becomes more and more solid...

That is gathering, the torrent of hell.

"Wow?! Master, please slow down! Although I can't die, it will be very painful if I keep being burned like this!"

There was a light picking sound, and a scorched body suddenly jumped out of the burning mountainside hinterland.

The monk opened his own eyes. He stared and found that the surviving person should be the yellow-haired young man from before. The degree of burnt like twelve well-done steaks is basically nothing to care about.

"Let me tell you, master, I have cleaned up this area anyway, there is no one alive...and I can't die, so you can use whatever you want, but don't include me Go in!"

The monk was silent, but the flames in his eyes made a joke from a female voice: "Oh? Immortal body? It looks interesting."

"Hey? Is this the voice of the boss behind the scenes? Ah, I'm not talented, I don't have the power to shake the world, it's just that I can't die..." The yellow-haired youth posted it in the enchantment On the side, although he couldn't see anything from the inside to the outside, his gaze was precisely looking at the position of the monk.

"Aha, I saw you... so can you let me out? Please!"

"...Let him come out," the female voice ordered to the monk lightly, "it's okay to show him the next plan."

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Picked up DNF again (and downloaded the nude patch), I feel that many professions have become so novel...

However, Abyss still does not ship (with a cold face).

Chapter 530 Birth

Chapter 530 Birth

"Surprise the elephant tribe."

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The so-called hell...

Generally speaking, hell refers to the place where the souls of the dead are imprisoned and punished for their crimes. It can be said to be the prison and execution ground of the underworld.Its concept is still widely distributed in various religious beliefs, such as Buddhism, Hinduism, some sects in modern Judaism and Christianity, Islam, etc.

At first glance, hell is just a term related to spiritual beliefs, but in fact, the existence of hell is not groundless.

At least there are detailed records in the most authoritative records of the inner world: It is said that in the deepest part of the Nine Nether and Nine Yin Worlds, there is a place where the concept of life and death does not exist in the outside world or in reality; The place is the darkest part of the Nine Nether and Nine Yins. It is the legendary place that connects the cycle of life and death and imprints karma—hell.

"My God, master! You must have opened the gap in hell, right?!"

The yellow-haired young man who had recovered from the scorched state murmured in surprise, and even forgot to put on his clothes for a while.

Because in front of him, everything in the barrier has evolved to the most terrifying stage.The pitch-black flames of hell were burning in panic, almost heading straight into the sky; the haze of death in the top of the sky also began to shrink sharply, and the color of the icy cold wind turned black, like rust, because it was contaminated with fresh and Twisted undead.

As long as there is a medium connecting the heaven and the earth, then this space will be the same as the scene of hell in the literature.

The monk was still chanting scriptures, but in his wide-open eyes, the pitch-black flame said faintly: "You are wrong, hell is at the bottom of the world of nine seclusions and nine shades, and the scale of death right now cannot be opened. Hell's Gap."

"Oh? The boss behind the scenes? Do you have any action?"

"I just want to simulate the process of the dead falling into hell through this land of death, and then create something that only exists in hell."

Her voice was very soft, as if she was talking about something insignificant, even if she was relaying it through the flames, but the extremely indifferent tone made both the monk and the yellow-haired young man stunned.

"...Boss, no, big brother, your idea is too scary. Create things in hell in this world? When did the realm of life and death break so easily?"

After the words fell, the yellow-haired man's tone became serious.

"Aren't you afraid of retribution? No matter whether you succeed or not, this mountainous area will be completely transformed into a place of death, right?"

"So what?" The female voice smiled, and the beautiful tone made the yellow-haired man shudder, "As long as it is what I want, even death can't stop it... I will gladly accept karma, As for the realm of life and death you mentioned? That's just a tricky obstacle."

During the conversation, the dark clouds shrunk to the extreme in the sky finally reached a certain critical point. In the area blocked by the barrier, all the dead souls gathered from all directions while uttering miserable screams.

They were not reconciled to being plotted to death like this, and they were frantic and struggling to escape, but at this moment, the dark cloud suddenly expanded at a speed hundreds of times before, spreading to the edge of the barrier before barely stopping.

The next moment, pure black rainwater suddenly fell, making the panic-burning black flames of hell even more restless. So far, the connection between the sky and the earth has been formally established, and the turbid wind that was still roaring at this time has become A kind of existence between the gaseous state and the liquid state, it is viscous and strange, and it is the filth of death that cannot be tolerated in the world.

"The torrent of hell..." the yellow-haired young man couldn't help muttering, because of his special constitution, he has been unable to die for thousands of times, and even he who is experienced It is rare to see something more terrifying than the experience of death.

If it is said that death is just a process of disappearing life, and in this process, at most, only death energy will be produced, then this torrent of hell is a more chaotic and dangerous existence than death energy.

It breeds death, and fills it with overflowing malice; it kills life, devours hope and destroys everything.

"No, it's just a fake, and it's nothing compared to the real hell."

The female voice added that even though she was thousands of miles away, she knew everything that happened on the scene.

"Listen carefully, don't you think this fake is missing a lot?"

The yellow-haired man listened attentively for a while, then asked dryly, "Excuse me, sir, what is missing?"

"The dead, resentful souls, evil thoughts, and all existences that are relative to life. The real hell is composed of things in hell, and it is a natural disaster for the world. I can't make that kind of thing, But there's another thing born of the stream of hell that I'm bound to have."

As if responding to her words, the next moment, the stream of hell that has been wandering in the connection between heaven and earth gradually changed into another appearance. It engulfed thousands of dead people in the entire mountainous area. A new form was born in this fake hell——

First, there was a terrifying dragon head phantom, followed by a body covered in black and purple scales. The dirty and tyrannical aura began to spread wantonly from its body, continuously polluting this space.

Prison Dragon... Legend has it that the dragon of death is a disaster for the world. After being eliminated, its soul was suppressed in the depths of hell. In order to escape from hell, it did not hesitate to split its soul and start hunting with hell as its hunting ground. Other vicious souls, after a long time, eventually became one of the tyrannical and greedy species in hell.

"Very well, this is it."

The flames flickered in the monk's eyes, and there was a hint of contentment in her voice.

"Catch it and bring it back to me. Someone else will do the finishing work, understand?"

"Chengzhi." The monk finally stopped reciting silently, he nodded, and approached the barrier.

The yellow-haired man finally recovered from the shock, he opened his mouth, calmed down for a while, and then pretended to be relaxed and said: "Oh, this is simply a miracle! Boss! Are you still short of people? ? Please accept me! I want to work for you!"

"You?" The female voice wasn't too surprised, she didn't even turn the monk's head back, and just said lightly before the flame was about to go out, "Let's talk about it after you solve the disadvantages of the undead physique, I don't want to find A flawed person came as a subordinate."

"Aha, that's a pity." The yellow-haired man scratched his hair, but his eyes darkened, "Then I..."

"Get out of here, your mission has already ended, and I will send someone else to give you the follow-up reward."

After saying this, the flame in the monk's eyes was extinguished without hesitation. Obviously, the woman hiding behind the scenes no longer wanted to waste time continuing to communicate.

Knowing this, a trace of struggle flashed in the yellow-haired man's eyes. He watched the monk start to control the barrier to capture the prison dragon, and turned away angrily after a long time.

Chapter 530 Happy Dragon Boat Festival!

Chapter 530 Happy Dragon Boat Festival!

"The tortoise shell bound meat dumplings are delicious!" (Huh?)

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On this side, the Prison Dragon was born, perhaps because of artificial creation. At this time, it didn't have much intelligence, but began to swim in the stream of hell instinctively. Under the influence of the emptiness in its belly, it Subconsciously opened his huge mouth, and began to devour the remaining souls in the torrent around him.

However, most of the dead in the entire war zone were used by the monks to synthesize prison dragons, and the remaining number was not much at all. Soon, the dead souls in this area were completely dissipated.As a result, the dark clouds in the sky no longer rained black, and the black flames on the ground gradually extinguished. Only the wind transformed into hell was still churning with the prison dragon's cruising, but this also represented the participation in the battle tonight. All the creatures in the world, whether human or monsters, are completely extinct.

"□□□□□□——"

However, for the prison dragon, the number of remaining dead souls was too small, and the emptiness in its belly showed no sign of being filled. The hungry prison dragon let out a terrifying roar.

"Ju Tu."