Chapter 410

The new enemy is a huge, fat and abnormal monster.

From the belly has been hanging to the ground, with the monster's action, in the middle of the two short thighs undulating.

Two antlers like antlers extend three or four meters from both sides of the forehead, and the heads of various creatures are inserted into countless sharp forks as ornaments.

Most of them, when the monster walks, send out bursts of wailing, accompaniment.

A few who didn't howl showed resolute expressions and looked at the demon hunters, as if expecting them to defeat the monster who took their lives and give them a good time.

The dark green skin is covered with herpes and tumors, as always, inheriting the tradition of Nago's disgusting people. On his shoulder, he carries a huge sickle of five meters long.

Black ink like venom constantly gushed from the rusty blade, dripping on the ground, and quickly grew a smelly flower.

"Well, people, you can call me..." the swollen monster, in a strange tone, speaks a language that no one can understand, a language that crosses the boundaries of species and knowledge, and sends its meaning directly to the brains of everyone present.

"Forget it, you don't seem to have any qualifications to know my name. Just call me pestilence." The potbellied Nagu's claws seemed to be a good-natured fellow, saying to the demon hunters and elves slowly.

If it wasn't for the fact that the land around it was constantly decaying, like the dark soil mixed with flesh and blood after digesting countless rotten corpses in the cemetery, perhaps the demon hunter would have given it more time to introduce itself.

Xu Yichen jumped down from the wall made of corpses. Outside the "wall", like his master, the Apocalypse of brilliant achievements had already been waiting for him under the demon hunter.

With the cooperation of one man and one horse, the constant running in of the battle has become more and more tacit.

Apocalypse is a mount specially created for demon hunters. He is its natural master. Although Tianqi is very rebellious, his bravery in fighting has been recognized by it.

"I don't have time to know your name, fat boy." The demon hunter straddled on the back of apocalypse, leaving a deep wound in the waist of the monster who claimed to be the messenger of pestilence.

"I'm going to call you fat boy. It's very appropriate." Xu Yichen cut two heads along the way, turned the horse and said to the enemy in front of him: "what do you think?"

There is a large area of skin on the back of the monster, which is honeycomb like. A large number of "flies" have been seen near the stream before, constantly squeezing out of the flesh and blood and flying back and forth.

This makes the demon hunter feel a little disgusted, he vowed that no matter what kind of plot Nagu has, he will destroy it, and there is no worse result.

"I hear disdain in your voice, but the name is acceptable to me." The messenger of pestilence accepted the name very kindly. He touched the wound on his waist with his huge claws. He didn't care that the wound was flowing out.

"The great lord of pestilence thinks you have great potential. Mortals, are you willing to accept this favor?" The giant monster slowly moved his pace, trying to face the demon hunter.

But Xu Yichen didn't give it the chance. He cut the other side's fat belly again. A large pool of yellow and green intestines flowed out of the wound and fell to the ground.

"Ha, you like this little game so much?" "Fat boy" in the voice of more than a trace of anger, hurriedly put all kinds of intestines from the wound back to the stomach, regardless of the above contamination of various debris: "although I think the plague Lord is making a fuss, but I still want to ask you again."

The "fat boy" who tried to turn around again accidentally stepped on one of his intestines. As a result, all previous efforts were in vain. The intestines that had been pushed back were scattered all over the ground again, bringing out many internal organs.

"Will you accept the gift from the Lord of pestilence?" "Fat boy" gave up his original plan. In a fit of anger, he cut off the intestines and organs connected to his belly with his sickle and asked aloud.

Thinking about the origin of his talent for regeneration, Xu Yichen did not have any right words to say. He was more used to proving his position with practical actions.

Once again, the demon hunter charged, and his sword was aimed at the monster holding the sickle. These chaotic demons are good at all kinds of demagogues.

After a loss, Xu Yichen held the Dharma seal in his hand, and a light shield appeared around him. At this time, his whole body's attention was focused on the weapon in his hand.

If he can't kill the monster in front of him by physical means, he will have to find a chance to burst into the opponent's body and have another "internal explosion".

If the world is really favored by gods, please don't let me defeat the enemy in such a disgusting way!

The demon hunter succeeded, and once again he left a scar on the other side's wound.

On the way, he stopped his waist to cut off the three demons, and let their dirty viscera and rotten blood sprinkle on the dust.But it doesn't make sense for the whole situation.

His biggest enemy, the fat boy, turned slowly like a slow-moving old man and didn't care about his wounds.

But when the sword cuts into the opponent's body, Xu Yichen can feel how strong the muscles are under his disgusting skin.

His enemy is not serious at all. He is playing with himself.

Around them, there was a steady stream of filthy creatures.

There may be hundreds, maybe thousands, of mutants!

Rickety, deformed humanoids wriggle their twisted limbs and spray venom.

The roaring, whistling, stupid beasts wriggled their bloated bodies like giant poisonous slugs.

Behind every withered tree visible to the naked eye, small terror lurks along or hangs on the loose flesh of their large cousins, giggling and screaming.

They seem to come from all directions endlessly, like flies attracted by the stench.

Obviously, their enemies are going to kill themselves by relying on these meaningless protein stacks.

The plague messenger's dark yellow eyes twinkled with shrewd light, stretched out his tongue and sucked a big hand full of his own blood: "let's have a good time, mortals."

The huge Falcon fell on the top of the other side.

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