Chapter 422

"Hmm? What happened?"

North of the gate of sorrow, the scouting camp of the aranfalo empire.

Because of the frequent outbreaks of plague in Stoke Kingdom recently, the southern Legion specially sent many scouting teams to patrol around the imperial defense line, and the camp was set up close to the fortress standing in the mountains.

At the moment, the sudden change of the gate of sorrow has attracted the attention of most people in this scouting camp.

Although they are far away from each other, the surging and overflowing magic energy still makes them feel a terrible sense of fear, especially the war mages with the army. As legal professionals, they can more clearly perceive the terrorist battle in the direction of the fortress.

"Damn it, what happened in Stoke kingdom? First the plague, now?" in the unknown fear, the Scout commander couldn't help shouting loudly, releasing the suffocation feeling in his heart.

However, it is a pity that in this camp, his strength is the highest, and the rest of the people are still in a state of fear and have not awakened, so they are unable to answer his questions.

until.....

The terrible sound like the roar of heaven and earth rang through this area, which also woke up these weak scouts. Then many people who cleaned up were directly neurotic, and the smell of smell and stench filled the camp.

In a moment, a huge mushroom cloud rose slowly, making these recovered scouts in a state of shock again. Their trembling bodies told that their nerves had reached the limit state under continuous oppression.

"Ah! What happened at the sad gate?" the Scout commander could no longer suppress the humble fear in his soul and ran to the stable in a panic. Then he ignored these subordinates and rode away directly.

He must go to the rear regiment garrison to report the changes in the sad gate. Even if the scouts staying in the camp survive, it is estimated that they will not be able to continue to work as scouts in the future, or even normal soldiers.

...................

Under the surging mushroom cloud, modrian dispersed in the thick plague fog and stepped into the broken fortress with svein.

In the endless mud dust and wind and snow, the red sky light column stands in the field of vision. Jana is suspended on the head of Gallio, holding an exquisite staff, and looks at the broken mage tower with a dignified look.

"Lord, I smell a big guy hiding in the pillar of light." Gallio squatted slightly and looked down at modrian in front of him, with strong magical energy surging in his body.

He patted the gray white soles of Gallio's feet, and modrian nodded, "I noticed." his nostrils stirred, and the bloody smell scattered in the air made his face very embarrassed. His extraordinary eyes faintly penetrated into the countless enemies floating around the broken mage tower.

"I feel your anger, human... Lord!"

The indifferent voice caused modrian's mood to fluctuate. He looked at the dark red column of light in the sky. There was a repressive atmosphere recovering. Even garrio's [hero debut] could not destroy the completed abyss channel.

It was also after entering the gate of sorrow that modrian sensed the smell of sulfur flowing in the storm, the air from the bottomless abyss and the breath of a great man.

"God, what is it?"

"Gods are immortal and great beings." he seemed to notice modrian's inner doubt, the red light column trembled, and the indifferent voice sounded.

"And you, humans..."

The next moment, modrian felt an indifferent and ruthless gaze, a cold shivering feeling emerged from the depths of his soul, and inexplicable fear invaded his consciousness.

"It's precious nutrition. Of course, we should make full use of it!"

"This is... Your glory!"

The voice like a declaration roared in the mushroom cloud, scattered some flying wind, snow, mud and dust, and lowered the silent environment.

"Ha!" hissing broke the silence. Modrian overcame his inner fear with an angry state of mind, and a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. He was extremely bloodthirsty.

"So you admit that the source of everything comes from you?"

"I hate the plague God greras!"

Dong! Dong! Dong!

The broken mage tower shook violently, and the gravel fell to the ground. A huge shadow rose in the boiling blood pool. Then he stepped out of the bloody sacrificial array, looked at Gallio and Jana, and finally his eyes fell on modrian.

"If you read the name of the God at will, you will be punished by God!"

"But I forgive you... Well... I'm curious about your identity, a human legendary force, that there are so many demigods and legends working for you."

"This is what my God can't do!"

In every temple of the orderly camp on the mainland of caladimos, a special person will sort out many known evil gods and record them for the purpose of judging the actions of knights. In particular, some notorious evil gods will not only record the power fluctuations of believers, but also leave endless detailed information on the appearance and field of gods.

The God of pestilence, grace, is a notorious evil goddess hidden in the bottomless abyss. Its terrible pestilence ability is naturally concerned by all temples.

According to the records, grace likes to spread the plague to collect the hatred and despair of intelligent life to improve her strength, especially good at manipulating the heart and playing with the soul. She turns her anger into madness, and most believers are extreme and emotional.

The temple staff also left some images to depict grilach as a huge mushroom man. She could not see her face clearly, but her body was frivolous on the ground, and the huge mycelium drifted like waves behind her. The color will change with his mood or match the environment.

Modrian recalled the information obtained from the transaction with the temple of wealth and stared at the red giant mushroom man in front of him, which represented that the evil goddess in front was full of blood and killing.

He opened his mouth, looked at Delius, who couldn't wait, and whispered.

"Then, Tu Shen, what kind of scene will it be?"

The bright red mycelium cleans up the surrounding garbage and rubble. Grilach looks at the human Lord. The humanized spore body is a beautiful and indifferent face, emitting a faint evil divine brilliance. The red lips are slightly opened: "butcher God?! it seems that the previous victory has stunned you, or..."

"With several legends and demigods, are you really a God who can kill easily?"

"Unfortunately, I won't even give you such a chance!" the slender and bright mycelium wrapped around the remaining mage tower, and the terrorist force broke out, crushing the rocks directly, including the red light column.

Boom!

The red light column of the sky burst, causing violent energy fluctuations, rolled up countless boiling and viscous blood, slightly tore open the opening of the abyss channel, and then several powerful breath rushed out of the channel.

"Start, little guys, according to the plan prepared in advance, explore the back of the human Lord!"

[the world of shadows turns the sky back]!