Deer Shoujing?No, it's a Wendigo!

He charged the wendigo with copious amounts of blood.

Blood formed blood blades in both his arms.

Accompanied by his blood, sharp blood thorns stabbed Wendigo continuously.

The forest demon launched a cannibal ritual.

The sacrificial array on his body flashed red light.

The cannibal ritual combined with the siphon of life is devouring the blood of the blood spurs and surrounding gorefiends.

The guide lamp waved, and a cassock slash collided with the blood blade attached to the blood demon's hand.

The Double Slash followed closely, tore apart the Gorefiend and charged behind the Gorefiend.

Turning around, Fei Yuanzhan first knocked away the golden cup floating beside the Gorefiend, and then completely scattered the Gorefiend into blood-stained tentacles.

The red light in Lin Yao's eyes faded away, looking at the tentacles that were beating him all over the place, he ruthlessly frowned at his brow bones that didn't move at all.

He really wanted to trample these tentacles to death, but his reason told him that if he trampled them, the blood fiend would truly die.

"Well, it's so miserable."

A scavenger picked up the golden cup not far away.

"Lin Yao, my name is Chapu."

The scavenger introduced himself, and walked slowly over to pour the golden chalice over the Gorefiend.

The forest demon didn't stop it, but held the guide lamp and tried to knock the re-formed Gorefiend unconscious.

"Don't be so vigilant."

Scavenger Chap stopped pouring blood after the blood demon re-condensed into the blood human form, and handed the golden cup to the forest demon.

This is already his trophy.

Lin Yao took the golden cup and looked at it, then threw it into his shadow.

"Karp told me that I will take over this Gorefiend, but there may be another Gorefiend that I need to take over soon."

After the forest demon nodded, the scavenger dragged away the bloody figure and left.

The forest demon's eyes were darkened, and he observed the situation on the frontal battlefield with the help of the carrion crows.

Logos has launched a frontal attack from the gap he created.

There are a large number of corpses on the frontal battlefield, the enemy's, theirs.

At first, once a wound was born, the blood would rush to the Gorefiends to feed them.

The golden incantation of Logos blocked the blood of the wounded on their own side, and the blood drawn by the Gorefiend would only cause the death of their enemy's wounded.

The young master of incantations flicked his bone pen lightly, and the golden incantation barrier divided the battlefield.

The blood demon controlled the blood to flow towards him and the barrier.

However, when the blood touches Logos' body and the spells forming the barrier, it will turn into a clear spring and be evaporated.

The grudgers are also bombarding the barrier of the spell.

The barrier is constantly shattered and redrawn by Logos.

He stood quietly in the queue at the Tower of Babel, with only the bone pen in his hand moving continuously.

He doesn't need to make a sound to show his presence. On this battlefield, no one will ignore his presence.

He is Logos, the logos who inherited the power of the previous banshee lord, the rare male banshee logos, the young spell master logos, the elite operator logos of the Tower of Babel.

He is very calm and doesn't need to smile. The enemy will be distracted just by glancing at his face from the corner of his eye.

The spells that burst out when the barrier shattered were interfering with the minds of those who held grudges.

Chaos begins when the first Grudger's spell hits a comrade.

Crazy grudges started killing each other.

The Gorefiend was still consuming blood endlessly, killing his wounded, and constantly smashing the spell barrier.

"Why can you shine so brightly!"

The radiance of the Logos made the Gorefiend feel ashamed, and the Gorefiend even began to hate why they had to drink blood to stay graceful.

Followed by embarrassment.

The Blood Demon frantically tried to break through the spell barrier. He wanted to extinguish the light of Logos.

He wants to trample Logos under his feet, he is not willing to exist like a maggot in a dark corner!

But the Logos never looked directly at him.

The Gorefiend sensed that Logos was looking directly at the Majesty's Touch within him.

The blood demon is not reconciled!Even if he is looked at directly, he can be satisfied.

Logos just withdrew his gaze from the Maharaja's Touch inside the Gorefiend, and turned his gaze back to the battlefield.

It is of greater benefit to them that the blood demon maintains such a crazy state. The blood demon will continue to absorb the blood of the wounded in the Tracys army to restore itself and attack. The blood demon will make those lightly wounded unaware Juezhong died of excessive blood loss.

Even if he single-handedly suppressed the grudger team and a gorefiend on the battlefield, Logos was still not satisfied.

Most of the grudge holders were already dead and wounded, and he would have the power to further divide the battlefield.

The spell barrier drawn by the bone pen is constantly creating more advantages for the side.

At this moment, Logos is not like a chess player, he is like a rule maker who plans the grid of the chessboard.

Pith completely took over the task of the chess player, and continued to make moves in accordance with the favorable rules created by Logos.

"Tsk, Logos is so handsome...beautiful!"

Through the eyes of the scavengers, the forest demon saw Logos' strategy.

Logos noticed the look up, waved at the scavengers in the sky, and smiled.

This smile made everyone on the battlefield tremble, and the Gorefiend stopped for a moment and frantically stared at Logos in a daze.

The two banshees behind Logos clamped their legs with love in their eyes.

"Well, I have to work harder."

The forest demon found a high platform and boarded it, using the eyes of the scavengers to guide it.

Aiming at the enemy's battlefield rear, a guiding light was raised.

Chapter 89 Discrimination, but I like it

Chapter 89 Discrimination, but I like it

Enemies are constantly pouring into the battlefield.

The enemy wants to push them out of the gap in the defenses, and they want to push into the enclave to gain more advantage.

But even with the Logos constantly dividing the battlefield and the singing of the two banshees, they could only hold on without retreating.

The enemies outnumber them.

Destroy the defense facilities to create a bigger gap?

Enemies outnumber them, and creating a bigger gap will only give more enemies new lines of counterattack.

Logos looked sharply at one side of the sky.

In that direction, something is coming.

A staff fell from the sky and landed behind the enemy.

There is no gorgeous light and shadow, only pure power.

The collapse or even cracking of the ground demonstrates the purity of power.

This blow killed many enemies directly, and the aftershock also caused many enemies to fall to the ground with their legs injured.

The sonic boom that followed also tore the enemy's eardrums.

In the enemy's rear echelon were crossbowmen and warlocks, as well as reinforcements who came to reinforce them.

The blow paid off enormously, pain such as a torn eardrum would affect a warlock's spellcasting and a crossbowman's accuracy, as well as their ability to communicate.

But this is only the beginning.

The half-buried staff began to emit witchcraft ripples outwards to attack the enemy.

The witchcraft ripples are disrupting the spellcasting of the enemy warlocks, and the warlocks who have been backlashed dare not act rashly anymore.

This staff, which is constantly attacking surrounding enemies, greatly hinders enemy reinforcements.

"Warlocks will assist, and the additional troops will give priority to destroying or sealing the staff."

The melee fighters rushed towards the guide lamp under the constant ripples, and the relatively fragile body of the swordsman couldn't bear such damage, so he kept falling down.

The big swordsman and the magic swordsman tried to stand in front of them, but they couldn't stop the range damage of witchcraft.

In the end, the only one who arrived next to the guide lamp was the magic swordsman with a big swordsman.

They slashed at the staff vigorously, and the attack had no effect on the staff, but their hands were numb from the shock.

Giving up on destroying this amazing staff with high hardness, they stretched out their hands and tried to pull out the half-cut staff.

But they didn't make any screams, and suddenly fell to the ground and turned into dust and dissipated.

Only the nameplates on the ground and non-degradable weapons and equipment prove that several Sarkaz died here.

The remaining enemies were frightened and wanted to retreat, while those who didn't come and those who retreated had their vitality drained and turned into powder and disappeared.

"The warlock remotely dragged out this damn staff!"

The warlocks who received the order threw energy chains to tie the staff.

"boom!"

A wave of Originium pulses poured out from the staff, restoring these chains to the most primitive dissipated Originium energy.

"Drag the chain!"

The strong iron chain was thrown and entangled the staff, and the big swordsmen of the brigade pulled the iron chain to try to pull out the staff.

However, the complicated roots under the guide lamp took root on the battlefield. On the contrary, the apoptotic lightning transmitted by the iron chain on the guide lamp caused a lot of damage to them.

"The warlocks and the spare reinforcements rush to the front battlefield again!"

The commander saw that the Babel troops on the frontal battlefield had restarted the advancing front, so he had to order the warlock reinforcements to withstand or bypass the witchcraft ripples to ease the situation on the frontal battlefield again.

Seeing that the rear support was under attack, the Tracys army on the frontal battlefield couldn't help but panic.

Coupled with the fact that there is an irrational Gorefiend constantly sucking the lives of their wounded, the morale of the Tracys army is constantly decreasing.

"Why hasn't the Source Stone flow generating device been sent over yet?"

The commander roared angrily on a high platform, and he also saw a group of crows throwing high-energy stone worms to the rear of their team.

"How did these damned crows start again? Where's the origin stone flow generating device?"

The source stone flow generating device is a simple enhancement device made by the Sarkaz.

The function is also very simple, it is to blow out the airflow containing Originium particles to increase the flexibility of the Sakaz who move in the direction of the airflow.

Deploy this kind of device behind the team and blow it, and the enemy's movement against the reverse airflow will also be hindered, which is a sharp weapon.

But the Source Stone particles also increase the infection level of the Sarkaz. Unfortunately, not many Sarkaz would care about this.

This device is extremely beneficial to the Sarkaz impalers, but unfortunately, with the death rate of most of the Sarkaz impalers charging towards death, there are not many impalers in their gathering places.

"Report! The warehouse where the origin stone flow generating device was stored was destroyed by the people who infiltrated the Tower of Babel half an hour ago!"

"Sarkaz swear A! *Sarkaz swear B*!"

The commander saw the Gorefiend who was constantly inflicting casualties on his side again, and cursed angrily, but there was nothing he could do.

"almost."

A spell wrapped around Logos, causing him to levitate.

Logos floated in front of the bloody Gorefiend with a pale face (it didn't have one) and vacant eyes.

The blood demon trapped in the barrier has no fighting spirit at all. Only the touch of the king in his body is twisting crazily under the skin to express his unwillingness.

The spell barrier shrank into a chain that bound the Gorefiend.