Chapter 392 Headless Giant

The giant beast that was dragged into the pyramid was obviously not a little girl who couldn't resist. Demon hunters could feel the vibrations transmitted from the inside of the pyramid on the periphery of the ruins.

Whatever was inside that dragged that loathsome beast in there was an evenly matched or even stronger thing.

Xu Yichen could see the black strips easily shot through the wall of the pyramid under the crazy counterattack of the giant beast.

In just a few seconds, the entire building had more than a dozen arm-thick holes, and then, the inside suddenly fell silent.

It was time to retreat, and before anything else noticed him, the witcher's intuition issued a warning.

However, Xu Yichen restrained his urge to turn his head and run away. He knew where he had encountered something inside the pyramid, and the smell made him feel a little familiar.

It was the smell of Nurgle, his old foe from the first time he faced Chaos.

No matter what is in the pyramid, it is absolutely inseparable from the Chaos Worshiper who summoned the Garden of Nurgle through the cracks in the void when he was in Antony Grand Port.

The blood of his body is still flowing with the blessing from the 'benevolent father' - [lower regeneration] talent.

The witcher has always been obsessed with when he can upgrade this very practical talent.

As the vibrations and sounds inside the pyramid quieted down, the ruins became quiet again, save for a disturbing chewing sound coming from that direction.

Xu Yichen deduced from the huge palm that the monster inside the pyramid, if it was in human form, it might be a giant over six meters tall.

But considering the appearance of the Chaos demons who don't play cards according to the routine, even if the giant hand grows on a grit, he is definitely not surprised.

As the chewing sound gradually subsided, a satisfied belch came out of the pyramid, long and deep.

What followed was a smell of sewers, but this smell was not a big problem compared to the previous behemoth.

The 'giant' in the pyramid seemed to be trying to escape from its cage, and slammed into the riddled stone wall from the inside, causing the stones on the wall facing the witcher to splash.

"Boom!"

The pyramid-shaped building tenaciously withstood this attack, but a few seconds later, there was another powerful impact.

"Boom!"

This time, a conspicuous crack appeared on the stone wall, through which Xu Yichen could see a dark figure inside the pyramid, accumulating energy.

"boom!"

With the arrival of the final blow, an eight-meter-high, scorched-black, headless giant rushed out of the pyramid.

A huge mouth with a width of three meters was split on the fat belly, and the huge and sharp teeth were constantly licked by the scarlet tongue inside the mouth.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A roar of resentment came from the giant's mouth, as if celebrating that he was finally out of trouble, the giant raised his head to the sky and roared.

The huge sound waves drove the air, blowing past the witcher's hiding place like the wind.

On the other side of the forest, Legolas, who led the others on the road in a hurry, also encountered his own problems.

On the way they walked before, there was almost no life in this corrupted forest except for sporadic chaotic creatures.

But as they crossed the creek, everything changed.

Druigast was the first to discover something was wrong. He looked at the rapidly fleeing bugs under his feet, and bent down to observe carefully for a while.

Although these bugs have strange shapes and seem full of malice, as a child of nature, Master Gast understands the concept of the biosphere.

These bugs are the bottom layer of the biosphere, and their appearance proves that a brand new natural environment has taken root here.

For the druids, this couldn't be worse. Even if they were lucky enough to drive the chaos back into their own ugly world, the natural environment here might not be restored to its original state within hundreds of years.

And in these hundreds of years, I'm afraid this place will become a high-incidence area for chaos threats, just like Gast's hometown, they have never been able to take back that piece of land.

Sure enough, after a few hundred meters forward, irregularly shaped leaves gradually began to grow on the bare tree trunks, and the weeds on the roadside were as sharp as knives, and they took the lead in expressing their unfriendliness to the intruders.

This is no longer the forest they are familiar with. Every meter forward requires someone to open a path with weapons, and sometimes there are many obstacles that can only be detoured.

Most importantly, after they passed by, the road they had just opened would slowly disappear behind them, which made the possibility of the witcher rejoining them infinitely narrowed.

Effilar glanced at the direction behind her with some concern. She was not worried about the safety of the witcher at all. The silver-haired witch believed that if the hunter was really the chosen one, he would definitely not fall here.

But she was a little worried that the witcher would not be able to reunite with her again. In this occupied area full of crises, the witch only trusted the witcher.

Effilar, who was raised as a battle nun since she was a child, can feel an aura of veterans in that Siris.

Just like those big nuns who once led her to guard the temple monastery, one could see the aura of disregarding life and death in their eyes.

As for these teammates around?

The silver-haired witch who had been maintaining the spiritual shield curled her lips.

Those elves are skilled, but at best they can be regarded as qualified militiamen. Maybe they are excellent adventurers, but war is too far away for them.

As the former hegemon of the world, this race that was favored by the will of the world completely lost its vigor after losing the competition with humans thousands of years ago.

As a race rich in spellcasters, it actually gathered most of the spellcasters together, trying to transplant their world tree to an island.

Based on this, the elf mages intend to build that island into the most perfect fortress with its own ecological circle, and then completely isolate their people from the world from now on, so as to avoid the pollution of chaos.

The Ark Project, in the eyes of the Witch Kings, is almost the funniest thing I have heard in the past few hundred years.

When Effilar saw this passage in the memory of those clerk nuns, he couldn't believe that those sharp ears were so naive, thinking that they could stay out of this disaster that swept the whole world.

You know, even the Witch Kings, who have always appeared as villains, are preparing for this war with Chaos.

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