C40

The reason why the peak could injure the terrifying death god was because his way of thinking was different from the barbarians. He knew how to find weaknesses in something like this. He also knew what kind of sacrifice was required to kill it.

On the battlefield, he was also a mad dog. On the battlefield, he was simple, open-minded, and had a lot on his mind, but on the battlefield, he was a type of person. He did not care about life and death, but only focused on winning soldiers.

The blood was no longer spurting out, but was gushing out. It hung on his mouth like a red mask, but his eyes were blazing with fire, with a kind of crazy brutality, and regardless of himself, he only wanted to chop off the head of the terrifying god of death.

"Aooo …" The tail of the terrifying god of death was no longer thrashing, twisting like a python, it twisted across the mountain's chest and suddenly tore it off from his back, raising it high into the air. The mountain weakly hung down its four limbs, only holding onto the serrated saber tightly, blood oozed out from the corner of its mouth, but its pair of burning eyes still stared at the terrifying god of death howling at it.

The terrifying god of death was also in a bad state. The tube like a trumpet mouth had thousands of holes in it, and the bubbles inside the wound were like asphalt swamp, constantly bubbling out thick green bubbles, green ones, yellow ones, white ones, and red ones that dyed half of its neck. The most serious wound was the saw hole on the tube, constantly spitting out and pumping viscous liquid.

"Awoo!" The terrifying Grim Reaper swung its head and let out an angry and miserable scream. It suddenly raised its four limbs and the blade on its arm, as if it was looking at the peak.

"Fuck you, Grandma …" He snatched the torch from the hand of the slave beside him, and threw himself towards the terrifying death god. He wanted to be like Feng Zhiling, he stuffed the torch into the mouth of the terrifying death god, and suddenly, his shoulder was stepped on heavily.

A warrior jumped into the air, stepped on Cusp's shoulder and used his strength. He raised his Fangs Blade and viciously slashed at the terrifying death god. He issued an indistinct roar as blood splashed into the air from the cracks on his body. "Ahh!" "Aoo …"

"Puff …" The saber in his four limbs turned and disintegrated the warrior into pieces. This time, the blood was not absorbed into the tube and mixed with the organs and corpses, it fell onto the ground.

"I'll do it!" The fang that was just about to stand up was stepped on, and another person raised his fangs blade and chopped towards the terrifying death god. He rushed through the dispersing blood in the air, and his comrade's internal organs were crushed towards the terrifying death god, but as expected, it was chopped into pieces by the arm blade of Lightning.

"Kill …" The Horde Warriors lit up the Savage's fighting spirit. Their previously calm heads were once again knocked out by the blood. They rushed towards the terrifying death god. Many of them even threw away their broken spears and opened their arms to report to the terrifying death god.

One by one, the Horde Warriors used their lives to create the greatest threat to the terrifying god of death. Even if each of them failed, they covered up for him below. Like a raging bull, the Qi Nu rushed under the terrifying god of death and hugged its legs, smashed its head against it, bit on its teeth, or pushed it forward with all their might.

The blood, organs, bones, flesh, and even heads fell from the sky, endlessly smashing onto their bodies. They were dyed in blood, and regardless of whether they lived or died, the only thought they had was to push death down.

They had succeeded, even if the terrifying death god was more powerful than the barbarian cow, and was constantly shaking under the pushing from the crowd. Even the sword in his hand was empty, and he only had enough time to cut a warrior's waist in half, but his blade had already hit the top of his head.

The long tail that was wriggling around suddenly flung the peak of the mountain away, quickly twisting it under its body, expelling all the humans that were hugging its legs. Just at this moment, a Qi Nu, whose face was covered in blood, whose appearance could not be clearly seen, managed to touch its defense, bit into the wound that the serrated military knife had cut earlier, causing the terrifying death god to convulse in pain. It could no longer wrestle with the human and fell onto the ground with a loud bang.

"Kill …" Killed Actinide! " Amidst the shouts, the slaves swarmed forward and pressed against the terrifying death god. Some held their heads, others dragged their legs, and some even picked up fangs from the fallen warriors and stabbed them on the body of the terrifying death god.

Just as he rolled to the side and stopped being a stepping stone for others, he stood up and roared again. Just as he was about to pounce, he saw the crowd piled on the terrifying death god's body, completely dumbfounded.

"Boom …" More than ten Servants flew out from the terrifying death god's body. In the next second, the shadow of the blade and arm flashed by, and amidst the screams, streams of blood spurted into the sky. That terrifying death god struggled to stand up in the middle of the crowd.

The terrifying god of death had undergone a great change. His stature had been reduced by 50 centimeters, only 180 centimeters. However, his slender body was like a man whose muscles had erupted. His stature had become two times stronger, which was more suitable for frontal combat.

The terrifying death god was like a demon king standing in the middle of the moaning Servant, making the remaining Servants' hearts palpitate at the same time. The terrifying death god's transformation was beyond their imagination, towards the unknown, they were more afraid than death.

For a moment, besides painful moans and howls, there was only the sound of flowing blood.

"Coming, you monkey …" A curse came from another place. Everyone turned their heads at the same time and looked at the mountain peak lying on the ground, clutching their chests.

At this moment, Feng Feiyun was lying down on a patch of grass, unable to move. The long tail strength of the terrifying god of death had thrown him more than 20 meters away, leaving him and the terrifying god of death no longer blocking him. His loud shout alarmed the god of death.

"Come kill me, you bastard. You don't know anything …" The mountain peak roared as it slowly moved and even retreated. It casually threw away a withered hill of wood.

The terrifying god of death suddenly walked towards the peak, his skin constantly changing. However, he could no longer remain invisible like before, disappearing from his left side and disappearing from his lower half. His dark skin was always exposed.

"Three strikes …" The mace roared as it charged towards the terrifying death god, the spear in its hand thrusting straight towards the back of the terrifying death god. "Aoo!"

He knew that the spear was useless against the terrifying god of death, but he could not stand by and watch him die. He was not the first to do so, and the pole followed closely behind him, his cheek swollen like a pig's head from the impact, but his big yellow teeth, which had never used a toothbrush or toothpaste before, continued to bite tightly, dragging his slightly lame right leg as he jumped and hopped, following closely behind him. It was only because his leg was injured that he could not jump onto the shoulder of the broken tooth like a comrade.

The terrifying god of death didn't even turn around, he waved his long tail, and behind him, the broken spear and the broken teeth flew out together, once again swaying, the pole also flew out, all the while heading towards the peak.

At this moment, the thought of killing the terrifying god of death filled his mind. This thought surpassed everything, surpassed the life of the man with the broken teeth and the rod, and also surpassed himself. Under the light of the fire, the temporarily refined oil of the wood fir reflected the shadow like a firefly dancing in the wind, and he continued to use his elbow to crawl behind him, faster and faster.

As he approached the place where the dead man had died, he caught his breath in the smell of the odor that had pervaded the air.

"Maybe he'll die?" He stared at the terrifying god of death as blood spurted out from the corner of his mouth along with his cough.

"Aooo …" The moment he coughed, sparks flew from the collision between the blade and the flint, igniting the essential oil of the woodland. As he coughed, the terrifying death god suddenly accelerated towards him.

The mountain peak rolled toward the place where the corpse of Cheru lay. Behind him, it chased after the terrifying death god. As it rolled, the drop of burning oil from the grass kept dancing a meter above him.

As he roared, the terrifying God of Death jumped high into the air, just like how it broke through the defenses of countless people, falling down towards the mountain peak like a flea. The four arm blades covered the entire mountain, and the mountain peak looked at the arm blades that were falling down towards it, revealing a strange smile.

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