Chapter 1977

The dark rain of blood poured down from the sky, which was more terrifying than the battlefield magic, and made the two sides of the battle stop temporarily.

"Raise Hercules shield! You don't want to be like that, do you? If you don't want to, just cast it for me

Commander farezer yelled at him, pointing to an angel whose flesh and blood were distorted by the filthy blood on the ground in the distance.

Looking at the tragedy of the angel, the nearby necromancers only felt cold in their hearts and could not help but increase their investment in mana. They didn't want to become ghosts.

Many necromancers cast their magic together, and soon a thick layer of Hercules shield was formed on the top of the ghost whale. All the pouring blood rain flowed along the surface of the Hercules shield to one side of the ground, without affecting the Necromancers.

The angel who is avoiding the blood rain, seeing the means of these necromancers, also learns to gather a powerful shield around his body to resist the erosion of the blood rain. But there are still many angels who have not responded. They are first eroded by the blood of filth and fall from the air to the ground. Their whole body is undergoing violent alienation.

On the other side, the magician Alma looked at the scene, and his enthusiasm was even more intense: "with these experimental materials, my research on angels will go further. In other words, it's thanks to the method provided by Lord rod."

Beside him, Kegel, the wave breaker, was staring at this scene. The blood rain from the air overturned his previous cognition. He never thought that the ghost whale he controlled could cooperate with the dirty blood to cause such terrible damage. He sighed deeply: "this is incredible..."

"For a magician, nothing is inconceivable as long as he understands all the characteristics of a creature."

Alma took a look at him, perhaps because he was in a good mood, and he took the initiative to explain: "your ghost whales always release the energy of the nether world through the pores behind them, rather than spitting directly in the way of dragon breath like a ghost dragon, which is related to their structural differences. Lord Rhode discovered this and came up with a way to break the game

Kegel nodded. He could not help admiring rod, who had come up with a solution. Relying on this method alone, the angel's attack would be greatly delayed. If it were him, he would never have come up with such a solution.

"What have you done?"

With a flash of fire, the great devil holding the scythe also appeared on the ghost whale: "if I didn't react quickly and escape with fire, I would have become that ghost! You'd better give me an explanation, otherwise... "

On the face of the great devil, there was still some lingering fear. He didn't want to be contaminated by the filthy blood in the sky. He stretched out his white arm, pointed the edge of the scythe at the two people on the ghost whale, and asked in a loud voice.

"Don't make any noise. It's Lord rod's idea. Are you going to disobey him?" The magician Alma frowned and reached out to push away his scythe. Suddenly, he seemed to think of something. His pupils shrank and he quickly looked towards the front of the battlefield.

There, the giant is bathed in the blood rain from the sky, and his whole body has been dyed red by blood.

At the same time, all his flesh and blood seemed to be alive. On the surface of his body, there were bumps like hills in the eyes of ordinary people, and he kept swimming along his body. At the same time, he also made a slightly painful low roar.

"What have you done to your master? How did he become what he is now? " Noticing all kinds of changes in rod's body, the great devil felt anxious and asked the magician who caused the change.

"His body has been eroded by the filthy blood. Yes, according to his figure, he can't avoid the filthy blood pouring down..." Alma said with a slight change of expression.

"Even Lord rod can't resist the blood of filth?" On one side, Vera, the death knight who was watching the battlefield, asked in a daze. He who had been eroded by the blood of filth, knew how difficult the blood was. Even the body of the death knight who had already died would be awakened by the blood of filth.

"After all, it's deep in the ocean. It's said that it's the blood of the incarnation of God. Even though I've studied countless species, I've never seen anything like it. Those filthy blood are enough to erode the body of any creature, but I don't know what impact it will have on the creatures at the top of the legend... "

Alma paused. He looked at the giant who was dissimilating in the distance and said with some uncertainty: "however, from the state of Lord rod, it seems that he is still fighting against the erosion of filthy blood. His body has not been completely dissimilated, but I don't know how long he can last..."

Under the gaze of Alma, the giant in the distance seemed to be unable to hold on. His whole body curled up slightly and trembled violently. Looking at this scene, Alma sighed slightly, but before he made an evaluation, the giant's body changed again.

With the gushing of blood, a new palm grows from the original deformity of the giant's right hand. It's not accurate to say that it's a palm, because every finger on it is very smooth, and you can see the traces of scales. Not only that, there are cracks and eyes on the fingertips, just like five more python.

"It's a sign of alienation, but normally, alienation should happen all over the body, not just in the position of the arms..." Alma looked at the scene and commented with some doubts, "unless Lord rod can use the magic method to concentrate the dirty blood in his body on one part of his body..."

On the other side, rod looked at the reborn arm with a clear look in his eyes.

When the bloody fountain erupted and the blood of filth fell from the sky, rod knew it was hard to escape and simply stayed in place.

When his body was eroded by filthy blood, the intense pain did not make rod panic. After being tempered by the painful illusion, this degree of pain could not interfere with his attention.

Rod is in charge of the most special fusion ceremony. When the blood of filth erodes the body, rod takes the initiative to perform this magic trick.

At the beginning, rod's plan was to directly merge the blood of filth into the blood of the body and make it a part of himself. However, the effect of filthy blood is too powerful. If it is forced to merge, I'm afraid that the whole blood of rod's body will be completely replaced by filthy blood. However, rod can only do it in a different way.