Chapter 487

The hot, black steam was "hissing" from Macaulay's body. He bowed his head, curled up his body, roared with unknown meaning in his mouth, and strange green tendons burst out from all over his body. The violent power he had never felt gathered into a river and a flood, raging in Macaulay's body.

The monster gradually merged with Macaulay, and his strong "desire for destruction" was occupying his brain, which always liked to use wisdom.

KAKA!

The frozen world suddenly began to disintegrate. The first person to wake up was the leader of the holy guidance church. This naked young man still followed the previous state. He worked hard, smiled grimly and stuffed his rotten heart into Macaulay's mouth.

But it was a "monster" face that greeted him. Macaulay was also laughing, and he laughed very wantonly.

The young man looked at Macaulay's deformed mouth, the constantly opening and closing silver teeth and the splashing saliva, and a strange feeling emerged.

We, who is the monster?

When this doubt came into the mind of the leader of the order.

"If you invite me to eat, I'll invite you back."

"Boom!"

A fist, which was wrapped in steam and expanded in a circle, suddenly twisted McCauley's waist and abdomen and blasted at the young man's head. On the surface of the fist, the skin texture disappears, instead of the attached, is the dark background color, and the dark golden brilliance flowing on it.

The distance between them was so close that the young leader could not escape. In his wide eyes, panic and fear flashed, and then disappeared.

Boom!

Burst, like a great watermelon, smashed by Juli. Whether it was skull, brain, or flesh, it turned into dirty "mud spots" and sputtered in all directions. However, before touching Macaulay, it was burned into coke by hot steam.

Dozens of yellow robed evil believers on the corpse mountain and on the ground woke up at the same time. They seemed to fall into a controlled state in an instant, and their crazy eyes looked at Macaulay.

In the restored "rain", the rotten flesh and blood were formed against the current under the warm sunshine. In the twinkling of an eye, a naked perfect body was re condensed. The leader of "rebirth" restored his holy and compassionate face.

He glowed like a "Saint" who came to the world to guide mankind.

"Kill him!"

When the leader's voice fell, dozens of evil believers in yellow robes took off their yellow robes at the same time, revealing white and beautiful bodies, but there was no trace of self in their eyes, and they jumped down at the same time.

With the sound of "bang bang", through the thick yellow smoke that can no longer be polluted and the hot steam released from him, Macaulay looked at every yellow cult jumping down on the corpse mountain in the warm sun.

The white flesh was stained with rotten macula, and the distorted crimson spread, alienating their limbs, heads and trunk.

The first "monster" gasped violently. Its sharp claws easily cut open the hard stones, and the viscous "body fluid" dropped down, corroding the ground into pits. It lost its eyes, and a mouth full of sharp teeth and highly toxic mucus occupied most of its head.

"Hiss ~"

It was like a signal when the roar of spitting saliva sounded.

Macaulay's eyes suddenly flashed a dazzling sun. When he looked again, dozens of monsters had rushed in front of him.

The first variant of "bloodthirsty", its claws are about to touch Macaulay's body, open its disgusting mouth to the limit, and swallow Macaulay's head.

Behind it, in the thick fog, dozens of equally terrible animal shadows came.

Not far away, there are only 12 survivors left on the corpse mountain. They are also mutating, but they don't seem so successful.

But Macaulay saw one thing clearly.

All the "survivors", oh no, now they can only be called the polluted. Part of themselves in their eyes has completely disappeared.

A complex color passed in Macaulay's eyes.

Immediately, it was an uncontrollable intention to kill.

The dark breath gushed out of Macaulay's abdomen, like life, quickly spread and covered the whole body of the boy, and the dark golden light emerged, and the unimaginable hot steam spewed out.

Originally filled with thick yellow smoke in the grottoes, it was like being hit hard at this moment.

Tropical storm like steam swept through the caves.

"You all deserve to die."

Boom! Boom! Boom!

In Macaulay's roar, the first "bloodthirsty" in front of him was like a piece of dirty paper, torn apart by invisible power. The disgusting broken meat did not have time to sputter out. It was directly swept by the steam hurricane, along with other monsters in the cave.

And the "mountain" that cost hundreds of human mutilated bodies.

Without the cover of illusion, the real stench is smoked by steam, which is enough to make people want to cut off their nose and faint directly.

On the ground, the leader of the holy guidance mission slowly fell from the air.

He smelled the disgusting smell, his face was intoxicated, and he also felt the terrible danger. On the holy and compassionate look, his eyes were tangled with the scene in the cave.

The "bloodthirsty" whom he placed high hopes on are now being ravaged.

No bloodthirsty man can resist Macaulay's punch or foot.

In the storm, a real "monster" is crashing and destroying those filthy and degenerate lives.

Young people are in a dilemma of no choice.

"Now escape and leave? Then all I have done for Lord gafaro is in vain. It took me several months to accumulate the mountain of gafaro and successfully select so many believers. If I start all over again..."

"If I don't go, can I beat this guy who doesn't know what shit luck he has taken and is favored by big people?"

The second question, just a circle in his mind, gave birth to the answer.

No!

Although he gained a certain degree of "immortal body" after believing in "gafaro", this kind of witchcraft that can gather filthy flesh and blood at any time can not bring him strong combat effectiveness.

Facing ordinary people, or extraordinary people who are not good at hand to hand combat.

With spiritual bewitchment, rebirth of flesh and blood, chanting... These witchcraft leaders can be said to have no solution.

But if his opponent becomes a "monster" that cannot be bewitched and polluted, he will directly fall into a crisis of life and death.

With this in mind, the leader put on his red robe and turned to go.

"Maybe I should have chosen 'battle sacrifice' instead of bloodthirsty God, which makes me have an obvious weakness..."

As soon as the young man took a step, his feet suddenly stagnated, as if he thought of something, and the color of excitement appeared.

"No, no, no, there's still a chance."

"My choice is right. Only by becoming a god servant can I be reborn, have such a perfect body, and become the leader of believers... Fight? Why should I fight? I just have to sacrifice the sacrifice I found for Lord gafaro to the great him."

"As for the believers who have sacrificed, it is their honor."

In a quick whisper, the young man turned back and came to the cave.

Below, the battle has just begun for a few seconds, but it is rolling.

Although those "bloodthirsty" can also be resurrected through the "mountain of gafaro", the speed is far from being compared with the leader, and the amount of blood and flesh consumed is also very huge. Their number is decreasing sharply, and it is useless for the 12 contaminated people to join.

The young man stood still, stabbed his hands into his chest in a strange posture, and forcibly dug a gap. The bright red blood "gudu ~ gudu" flowed out. Strangely, he didn't fall down, but floated in the air, gradually converging into a "Blood River" into the sky, and the strange "dark cloud" flowed away.

The low singing sounded again.

"Great Lord, you are the end, the beginning and rebirth. You have created the eternal and peaceful hometown of gafaro... Your humble believers pray for your coming, come to this filthy and degenerate world, and taste this sweet sacrifice."

"Humble believers, do not ask for the reward of the Lord, but kiss the earth you trampled on and the purified world."

In the shocking prayer picture, in the chest forcibly torn by the youth, an exquisite and thick yellow wooden boat suddenly appeared. It sailed along the blood river towards the dark cloud. On the wooden boat, more than a dozen people were carved, and they were doing all kinds of crazy actions.

In the grottoes, with the singing of young people, I saw a "bloodthirsty" who automatically burst open before he approached Macaulay, and the blood and flesh all over the sky disappeared. He died in this way, and there was no chance of resurrection.

With the continuous dedication of crazy believers, those insane human figures on the wooden boat began to "live".

Brewing "sweet rain", below the dark cloud that polluted the sun, a crack is emerging, with yellow light.

A terrible smell began to fill the air.

On the ground, a ferocious smile gradually appeared on the faces of young leaders.

He seemed to see how the great "will of gafaro" would suffer when it came through the "fool ship" that could sail in two worlds, and how rich rewards he would receive if he offered delicious sacrifices.

He was condescending and wanted to take a look at the last expression of the lame boy.

But at this moment, he suddenly found that his head and body were solidified.

No, it's not just that.

The whole world has solidified again.

The flowing river of blood and the dark clouds of rain are trying to open more cracks, which are frozen by the invisible divine power.

In the void, a white palm stuck out.

She grabbed the fresh "fool's boat", the "mysterious" open crack above, and the thick yellow light struggled to fall down and connect with the wooden boat.

Unfortunately, the unknown and mysterious "he" is not as powerful as young people think.

The white palm took the wooden boat from the blood river.

Boom!

The world revolved again, and the river of blood immediately turned into blood all over the sky. In the cave, a fist with dark gold brilliance and hot steam suddenly stretched to an incredible level and blasted up from the ground, beating the strange dark cloud into nothingness.

The young man wanted to roar, but after the corpse mountain and dark clouds were broken up and the strange wooden boat was taken away, the extraordinary power in his body was declining.

His perfect body began to shrink, his skin and flesh began to rot, and the eliminated diseases were entangled again.

The once "rotten dwarf" appeared again, stained with dirty blood and paralyzed. Despair and resentment appeared in his eyes. Then he looked at Macaulay jumping up from the cave and gradually became... Begging for mercy.