Chapter 298

"Hello? Are we going to move on? " Alex looked at the monster that just appeared suddenly: "the volume of that thing is not what we can deal with."

"Don't get excited. Follow us. You'll soon get used to it. Although it looks bluffing, believe me, our heads are even more terrifying." Li Yanlong said to Alex in the tone of a passer-by: "for this chaotic monster, I'll give you a few words: Mao duo, weak fire, big body, weak door, fat and weak chrysanthemum, Knight weak ladder..."

the female warrior slapped Li Yanlong to the side, and took out a small wine pot from her armor: "don't listen to him nonsense, drink this and you will be fearless!"

The demon hunter, carrying his own weapon, stopped their ridicule and warned, "be careful, that monster is called a bloodletting man. According to the records of the demon hunter organization, he should be able to fight."

The samurai shrugged her shoulders. Seeing that Alex didn't take over the jug, she drank up the liquid inside and said with pride, "bloodletting man, the name sounds like a bluff, but when can't we meet the enemy?"

"Yes, just another interesting enemy." In front of him, the demon hunter used pure fire to dispel the blood mist around him: "let's see who is visiting again."

A group of people were walking through the blood mist, illuminated by the light where they passed. Countless pairs of eyes, bewildered by anger and bloodthirsty desire, gazed at them from the trunk of the tree and in the swamp.

This forest, which is polluted by chaos, seems to be waiting for a real feast of killing to please the God of blood with blood.

In front of the fangs · growers, in the black and red blood pool, in the center of the vortex, the boundary between the subspace and the reality becomes more and more blurred, and the bizarre scenes belonging to chaos become more and more real.

A heavy footed metal Knight appears on the other side of the mirror, his hip covered with metal demons and monsters roaring impatiently.

The knight is twice as tall as an ordinary man. His metal armor is filled with his strong muscles and even embedded in the body which looks stronger than steel.

The metal decoration of the holy emblem, which symbolizes the Lord of the skull, is inserted on his back like a battle flag, shining with blood glory. The ferocious sword burning chaos flame is like a tamed pet in his hand.

The black evil fire belongs to chaos. Even if the mortal looks at it, it is enough to swallow up the soul and suffer eternal punishment.

As the figure of the knight and his mount became clearer, an indescribable, blasphemous smell came from him.

The weak willed professionals just feel it. If they get close to it, they will be infected by the breath and become a madman who has no reason and pursues the pleasure of killing.

As the knight's figure solidified, the whirlpool at the growler's feet suddenly burst into waves that made people wonder if it would collapse.

Under the knight's terrible eyes, the tusk growler bit his teeth and thrust a hand into his abdominal wound.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah!" With the roarer tearing heart and lung, the wound is gradually torn by it, bright red, the blood that does not belong to green skin gushes out in its abdomen, and the green skin tears out his kidney forcefully and holds it in the air: "praise the God of blood!"

As the new blood and viscera spilled into the blood pool on the ground and became part of it, the whirlpool became stable again and belonged to the tyrannical champion and walked out on the brass cattle under his crotch.

"The head is offered to the head, and blood is sacrificed to the God of blood." The knight in the blood red armor straddled the brass bull and floated in the middle of the blood pool, as if he had never breathed before, and took a deep breath.

The knight's inspiration seemed to have no end. Even the surface of the blood pool on the ground brought waves. For a long time, the knight exhaled the breath with satisfaction: "ah! What a fresh and delicious world! Here will be another beautiful gem on the throne, the Lord of the skull

The tusk growler who fell into the pool of blood, though weak, was still shining. He raised his head stubbornly and asked, "is my lord satisfied with the world? Has he ever been proud of my actions? Is he willing to give me the strength I've always wanted? "

As if he had not seen the believers at the foot of the brass bull, the tyrannical champion said in an empty voice: "the God of blood despises this sacrifice. He will neither bend his knees nor pray for it, nor mourn for it. But as the greatest of the gods, it is only natural for him to accept this gift. "

With the knight's words, he made a small wound on the back of his other hand with his sharp nails. A drop of blood belonging to the champion of terror abuse dropped into the blood pool covering the whole ground.

Blood and water from the ground flowed into the tusk growler's body along the wound. The body with a trace of green was replaced by brown.

"My name, Manolos." The knight's voice came from behind the heavy helmet, and every word contained a maddening power: "the great God of blood, never disappoint those who believe in it. Now, name your name."The black hair grows on the smooth top of the tusk grower's head, and the sharp fangs become more prominent. Black lines appear on its face, just like tattoos.

"Me, fangs..." just spit out a few words. The roarer coughed loudly as if choked by blood. The blood gushed from his body returned to the surface again along the corner of his mouth.

"In front of the great God of blood, no one can deceive his champion with lies." The knight named Manolos gently kicked the fierce beast in his crotch with his heel. The ferocious iron mouth of the brass cow opened and closed up and down, and spewed out a flame: "the patience of the Lord of the skull is limited, the last chance, ORC, your name."

"Grom." Holding the green skin of his weapon, he straightened his spine and looked directly at the champion who belonged to the God of blood. For the first time, he showed his own look: "grom Hellscream!"

"Grom, completed the task given by the God of blood Grom Hellscream clenched his axe: "please the great blood god save my tribe! The orcs are willing to give their loyalty to the God of blood

Manolos, riding on a brass bull, seemed to have heard some funny joke. In his armor, he let out a roaring laughter, echoing in the forest.

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