Chapter 731 Became Part of the Natural Disaster

Glory to the Lord!

As the spokesperson of God in the world, the interpreter of the oracle, the singer of the holy voice, and the sword bearer of the sword of punishment, all actions of Anthony represent Angus.

However, the strength of his spokesperson is a bit outrageous. He is a god himself, and using a god as his spokesperson is only available to An Ge.

Therefore, Ange is the foundation that carries all souls, and Anthony just represents Ange's display of the King's Advent and Undead Scourge.

That's right, this is essentially the arrival of the King of the Golden Skull. Anthony's chanting is mainly to pretend, to make the whole process more solemn and sacred, and to produce a stronger spiritual shock. After the pretend, the last sentence will be released. natural disaster.

If you want to say it is useful, it is really useless for the entire King's Arrival. If you want to say it is useless, it can really fool many people, and it has an inestimable effect on the spread of belief.

Just look at the twinkling eyes of that human slave girl.

It's just that Anthony still underestimated the terrifying amount of bones and souls accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years, and the two immortal gods were bent over.

Next to the Blood Pool Demon Palace is the Blood Pool for Sacrifice, and next to the Blood Pool is a deep ditch, or what used to be a deep ditch. Or the fresh carcasses are almost filling up.

A human or elf crying and dragged to the side of the blood pool, opened the throat to let the blood out, drained the blood and then pushed the slide, the corpse slid into the deep ditch, because of the pile of corpses, the devil called this place For the corpse river.

With the familiar cooperation of the two demon executioners, they treated the slaves one by one like killing chickens, chatting: "I heard that the river of corpses has been hundreds of thousands of years old, and I don't know how many corpses have been filled in."

"Don't you know how to count? Once every five years, sacrifice one million each time, ten million in fifty years, twenty million in one hundred years, twenty million in one thousand years, and how much in ten thousand years." ?” The other demon can’t count up to this point, his calculation ability is considered good among demons, but this value is still beyond his cognition, he doesn’t know the units behind Wan.

Picking up the slave in his hand, the demon asked, "How much is 10,000 years?"

The slave responded excitedly: "Two billion, two billion in ten thousand years, don't kill me, sir, don't kill me, I will count, I am useful, I will count, don't kill me."

The demon nodded: "I won't kill you." Then he put him down.

The slave nodded excitedly: "Thank you sir, thank you sir..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt a chill on his neck, and he could clearly see blood arrows spraying out several meters away from his neck, just like this, he watched the blood arrows flying wildly, and finally his eyes went black.

The devil picked up the corpse and shook it upside down. After shaking the dried blood, he threw it into the chute, and said at the same time, "It's not me who used the knife, I'm just a porter."

Another demon who moved the knife asked puzzledly: "Are the slaves who know how to count also sacrificed? It's a waste. Those elders have long been used to being served by slaves. How can they go out after all sacrifices? Walk? ?”

"The ghost knows what the Lord Monarch is thinking. A dozen or so slaves of my family have also been handed over. The Marshal executed a little question and was executed by the Lord. No one dares to ask any more questions now." The demon complained.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this, let's talk about this river of corpses. You also said that this river of corpses has a history of more than 100,000 years. Normally, the corpses of more than 100,000 years have already become Turned into flying ashes, how could it be possible to fill up the river of corpses?" asked the demon who moved the knife.

"I don't know, anyway, since my ancestors' ancestors... since then, the height of the corpse river has been increasing. I heard that there is a kind of black mist in it, protecting these corpses. The monarchs of all ages We must send people down to clear the fog, otherwise, after a long time, the fog will make the corpse move...start...start..."

"What?"

"Move... it's moving, it's moving." The demon pointed at the river of corpses, and saw that the slave whose throat was cut by them just now was rolling his eyes and struggling to climb up the river of corpses. A large number of corpses crawled out of the corpse river continuously.

...

The Holy Hammer of the Earth is simply an innate ability to restrain the demons of the earth. I saw Giraldo's handsome two fingers flick, and immediately shot out a series of sharp thorns on the ground, stabbing at the little angel in the air.

This kind of earth spike is a very difficult attack in Giraldo's hands. Even if it misses the target, it will explode when approaching the target. The rubble covers a large area and requires a wide range of maneuvers to avoid it. , so the consumption will be huge.

But the little angel slammed the hammer on the spikes of the earth, not only shattered the spikes under the hammer, but also exploded a wave of explosions, shattering the spikes behind and destroying the structure of the earth element at the same time , so that they cannot explode.

Swinging the hammer, the little angel rushed over like this, and the hammer hit Giraldo.

Giraldo punched him without showing any weakness, the ground he was standing on was shattered, and his feet were embedded in the ground and connected together.

The power of the earth is not very pure lava demons. After their death, the monuments of the earth can be indestructible. Giraldo is the same as the earth, and it is also indestructible...

The Hammer of the Earth hit Giraldo's fist and sent him flying away...

Seeing this, Negris knew that little angels could not lose. Seraphim is a god-like existence, and its combat power may be stronger than non-combat gods such as Libra Redemption. The only weakness is that it has no magical skills, but She is covered by Ange.

And Giraldo is just a demon king. Although he is a fighting demon, he is restrained by the hammer of the earth, and he is doomed.

Turning his head to look at An Ge, he saw that the two immortal gods beside him had stood up straight, and the flames of their souls shot up into the sky.

"How? Hold it?" Negris asked.

Ange shook his head: "It's too much, reduce it."

There are too many 'lines' that he can sense, densely packed, almost crushing the two immortal gods, and can only temporarily give up a part.

Moreover, he also sensed a large amount of soul energy, which was continuously pouring towards him through these lines, that is to say, the King's Arrival that Ange was using now not only did not consume his energy, but instead brought him energy.

Negris snapped: "You can't afford the two undead gods, how many people did they sacrifice?"

After a pause, it asked again: "But the king's arrival is just an ordinary corpse when summoned. There are demons everywhere here. It is difficult to cause harm to them. Can it be useful?"

Anthony said: "No, no, this is not an ordinary king's arrival, but a natural disaster of the undead. The adult uses the king's presence to give the corpse the ability to move, and I use the power of the adult to endow the corpse with the ability of natural disasters. You have never seen the undead. Natural disaster, right?"

Negris shook his head. When it sees undead creatures all over the mountains and plains, it will immediately fly to the sky, so there is no chance to see them.

"Undead natural disasters, decay, plague, infection, these are the basics, adults' abilities, and can also give natural disasters more changes, but first, don't get scratched by corpses, otherwise it will soon become a rotten corpse, Become part of the natural disaster," Anthony said.

...

The two executioner demons were quickly thrown onto their bodies by the corpses. They slapped one or two corpses away, but were still scratched by more corpses where the skin was weak. They soon discovered that the wounds were gray and oozing, and gradually spread.

"No, it's the plague! Hurry up, disperse it!" The demon turned pale with fright, stretched his arms, and the wound immediately petrified. He picked up a knife to cut off the wound, and temporarily relieved the spread of the wound.

Looking at the corpses rising continuously in the river of corpses, the devil is no longer as relaxed as it was at the beginning. If all the corpses in the river of corpses climb up, it will be enough to flood the entire Blood Pool Demon Palace.