Chapter 112 111 It’s that Evil God!

Chapter 112 -111- It’s that evil god!

In the drunken dream salon.

The nobles wearing masks and gorgeous clothes are still enjoying the crazy, decadent, decadent and dark party.

Music, grinning, slapping, cursing, mixed with moans, screams, crying, and begging for mercy.

However, just when the nobles were indulging in beastly indulgence, the crystal lamp in the hall suddenly flickered, and bloody mist surged sharply from the gaps in the floor...

Accompanied by sharp and resentful cries, countless twisted resentful spirits poured into the hall, rushing towards the nobles with glorious appearances one after another!

The nobles who were enjoying themselves had no time to react before they were swarmed by ferocious resentful spirits, biting their flesh and souls.

Screams suddenly sounded in the hall, and Zuimeng Salon quickly fell into chaos.

"What?! What is this?!"

"Ahhh! My hand...my hand...!"

"Evil spirits! They are evil spirits and monsters!"

"Don't come over! Don't come over!"

"ah--!"

The resentful spirits were running around, taking revenge on the nobles in the hall.

Thousands of dead souls attacked at the same time, and the nobles who were caught off guard had no time to resist. Some without extraordinary strength or those who had not entered the rank were quickly torn into pieces...

However, if you look carefully, you will find that the attacks of these dead souls are not irregular.

The girls imprisoned in cages and the music-playing girls were also fearful, but they were not attacked by them.

Their targets...are only the nobles present.

"Get away! You dirty things!"

Some powerful participating nobles reacted quickly.

They didn't bother to put on their clothes and picked up weapons to fight the resentful spirits. However, their counterattack soon aroused even greater anger from the resentful spirits, and they were suddenly swarmed by countless resentful spirits.

"Ahhhhh!"

Accompanied by shrill screams, a powerful noble whose strength almost touched the second level of Silver Moon was directly bitten into a pile of minced meat by hundreds of resentful spirits...

Seeing the manor turned into a living hell in an instant, Jordan, the son of Count Gaston, who served as the auctioneer, was stunned.

Exclaiming in surprise, Jordan looked frightened and his legs became weak.

He gritted his teeth and crawled out of the hall, but soon he felt something grabbing his hind legs...

Jordan shuddered slightly and turned back stiffly, only to see a female corpse with empty eyes crawling on the ground, her sharp nails embedded in his flesh and blood, and her dark eyes filled with blood and tears were facing his eyes, her voice was hoarse and horrifying:

"If... Er... Dan..."

Jordan's eyes suddenly widened.

He recognized it. It was the civilian girl who dug out the other person's eyes because he hated the purity in her eyes when he first attended the Drunken Dream Salon...

After being grabbed by the hind legs, more resentful spirits crawled towards him.

And when he saw through the black mist of the resentful spirit and saw the twisted cheeks under the spirit body, and when he saw those familiar girls, he finally understood what happened:

"She...them! It's them...!"

"They're alive! They're here for revenge!"

"Don't... don't! I... I was wrong...! I was wrong!"

Ruo Erdan collapsed to the ground, excrement and urine came out, and tears flowed horizontally.

He looked at the resentful spirit crawling towards him in horror and kept begging for mercy.

But no one listened to him.

The resentful spirits swarmed up and drowned him in the darkness.

"ah……!"

He just let out a shrill scream, and soon... he became completely silent.

…

Dungeon study.

The magic pool was destroyed by Sebastian, and Count Tulip, who completely lost his extraordinary power, turned pale.

While he was watching the motionless blood servant outside the door with vigilance, he endured the severe pain of the magic pool being destroyed and used his hidden knife to cut the rope behind him bit by bit.

However, just when he was halfway through, he heard a faint scream coming from above.

His movements paused slightly, then he quickly lowered his head and began to untie the rope at a faster speed.

And just when Tulip was about to succeed, black mist gradually spread in the study, and one after another resentful spirits slowly emerged from the ceiling, from the walls, and from the cracks in the door...

More and more resentful spirits gather...

When Earl Tulip finally regained his freedom, the entire study was almost filled with evil spirits.

Before he even mentioned the joy of regaining his freedom, Earl Tulip raised his head and saw the twisted and terrifying figures surrounded by black mist.

Looking at the ferocious-looking "girls", his expression froze.

Struggling to smile, he murmured dryly:

"So this is ah."

The next second, the resentful spirits howled in unison and swarmed up, completely engulfing him...

…

Tonight is destined to be another sleepless night in Boulder City.

As the overwhelming resentment erupted, almost all the extraordinary people in Boulder City felt it and looked at the place where the outer city and the western city meet.

Among them, mages and church clergy especially feel it most deeply.

In their perception, the astonishing resentment spewed out like an erupting volcano, almost covering the sky...

As for the manor where Drunken Dream Salon is located, it has been completely engulfed by the black evil spirit.

On the ground, the demon hunter knight who discovered the problem has already taken action and rushed to the place where the resentment broke out at the fastest speed.

However, someone is faster.

In the eastern city, two powerful auras rose in the direction of the cathedral and the Duke's Mansion.

In the night, two meteors rose into the sky and rushed quickly towards the direction of the resentment.

It was the high priest Linus and the Duke of Boulder Andre.

"Where did the necromancer come from? How dare he summon the dead in Boulder City?!"

The high priest who was faster looked shocked and angry.

He was angry, really angry.

He was preparing for the competition for the chief priest!

Let's not talk about the death of the knight for now, that is a power beyond the scorching sun.

As long as he operates properly and blames others, even if the higher-ups find that the evil god has revived, they will not necessarily blame him.

But if the evil thing like the disaster of the dead breaks out in Boulder City at this time, his dream of being the chief priest will really be in danger.

The high priest was anxious and angry, and he wanted to rush to the scene immediately to cut the necromancer into pieces.

However, when he gradually approached the place where the resentment broke out, he soon fell into doubt.

Wait...

This direction...

Could it be... the Drunken Dream Salon? !

The high priest had participated in the salon in a hidden identity before.

As the umbrella of the Drunken Dream Salon, he certainly knew that there was a shadow of the Blood Demon Cult.

The high priest's expression changed immediately.

The disaster of the undead was fine.

If the secret of the Drunken Dream Salon was exposed, and if his relationship with the Drunken Dream Salon was made public, then his dream of being the chief priest would really be shattered!

Quick...

Must be quick!

He must kill this necromancer who didn't know what was wrong with him before everyone else, and then completely destroy the secret of the Drunken Dream Salon!

Feeling the breath of the Duke's Mansion getting closer and closer, the high priest took a deep breath and rushed to the scene of the incident at a faster speed.

However, just after he arrived at the scene, he suddenly braked and looked at the manor with resentment in doubt.

As a clergyman, he can see more than ordinary extraordinary people...

In the overwhelming resentment, he felt a familiar breath.

That breath was vicissitudes, ancient, deep, and dark.

It made him tremble and terrified.

That was the breath of the evil god he sensed from the destroyed holy emblem of the great knight Erde!

The high priest swallowed hard and trembled to open his eyes of faith that could see directly at the power of God.

Then, he saw the dazzling crimson light in the black evil spirit like a high-hanging blood moon!

Evil God!

The cause of this undead disaster... is the descending evil god!

That evil god is now in the manor of Zuimeng Salon!

Realizing the culprit of the undead disaster, the high priest's face turned pale instantly.

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