Chapter 500: Each Has His Own Plan

"If you continue to fight, how much of your divine power will be left?" The God of Disaster, Brahma, said hoarsely with undisguised malice in his dark eyes, "And I still have 72 evil beast kings left!"

"Although in your eyes, they are just cannon fodder!"

"However, even if it is a god, it should take a lot of divine power to kill 72 evil beast kings, right?"

The Bloodthirsty God said nothing, but his face covered by the ghost mask became more and more solemn.

"What's more, this is still a dark forest!"

The God of Disaster raised an arm like a tentacle, and a group of black fog was ejected from the suction cups on the surface.

"Here, every evil beast king will turn into pure black fog power when it dies, and as long as I absorb the black fog power, I can become stronger!"

In the original place, the God of Disaster was full of confidence.

The killing plan specially set up for the God of Blood Killing, which was set up at the cost of one tenth of his divine power, has now been fully activated, and the entire Dark Forest has long been enchanted by the God of Disaster to prevent the God of Blood Killing from escaping.

"Go, my children!"

Then, the God of Disaster, Brahma, stopped talking nonsense, and waved a tentacle full of teeth and eyes. The seventy-two evil beast kings with different shapes and twisted and ugly around him roared at the same time and rushed towards the God of Blood Killing.

At the original place, the God of Blood Killing had a solemn look in his eyes.

As the God of Disaster said, if the scarlet divine power of the God of Blood Killing is to be fully exerted, it must be sacrificed with the blood of the War Ghost Clan, and the Dark Forest at this time obviously does not have this opportunity.

Originally, the Blood-Slaying God thought that the God of Disaster had lost one-tenth of his divine power and should be in an extremely weak state at this moment. He and the wizard from the outsider teamed up, and even if he could not exert his full strength in the dark forest, he could still take down the God of Disaster. However, he did not expect to fall into the trap of the other party.

"Hmph! Come on!"

Looking at the kings of evil beasts roaring around, Sayenu's eyes flashed with a hint of murderous intent, and the crimson divine power burst out from his body, roaring: "You are not qualified enough to kill me!"

After that, the Blood-Slaying God swung the red giant sword.

The crimson divine power burned like a flame, and a pair of red wings grew behind Sayenu. It suddenly vibrated and flew into the air, bursting with the momentum of a purgatory angel.

Not far away, Fanmo was slightly surprised.

In his impression, Sayenu did not have red wings. This seemed to be a means obtained by the other party when he was traveling in the void. The pair of blood-red wings scattered feathers when vibrating, exuding a unique breath that did not belong to this world.

"Do you think you have had an adventure?"

Sayenu roared, and the fiery red wings behind him shook. The hot flames seemed to turn into blood. In the air, the Bloodthirsty God was like the sun, and the dazzling light seemed to illuminate the entire dark forest.

The thick black fog around was illuminated by the red light and turned into ashes.

Woo woo woo!

On the ground, two pterosaur-like evil beast kings flew into the sky under the command of the God of Disaster, opened their narrow and sharp mouths, and sprayed two streams of liquid wrapped in black fog power, trying to pollute Sayenu's blood-red wings.

However, Sayenu's eyes were cold.

The red wings emitted a hot light, dispelling the corrosion of the black fog power. The giant sword was swung in Sayenu's hand, and the heads of the two pterosaur evil beast kings were directly cut off and fell to the ground.

Bang bang bang!

At this time, the ground shook. A huge Deinonychus king of evil beasts, with a narrow and long head, extremely strong lower limbs, and two short front claws, roared and rushed towards the God of Blood Killing.

As a third-level life form, the king of evil beasts.

Under normal circumstances, when facing a fourth-level god, Xiantian would be suppressed by the power of the gods and unable to move. But at this time, they were in the dark forest, the nest of the king of evil beasts, and the suppression of the God of Disaster from the side, causing the seventy-two kings of evil beasts to fall into a frenzy.

Sayenu swung his sword to slap away a strange bird evil beast that pounced on him, and then the other palm turned into a fist. The crimson divine power was like a mountain, directly knocking over the Deinonychus, and even the earth was pressed into ditches by the huge force.

In a moment, another four kings of evil beasts were killed by Sayenu.

However, the God of Disaster not far away still had no intention of intervening. His whole body, including the eyes on his tentacles, were watching the battle ahead, and he was indifferent to the death of several evil beast kings.

"That's it, keep going!"

The God of Disaster laughed strangely and said hoarsely, "Sayenu, in the dark forest, your divine power cannot be replenished, so sooner or later it will be exhausted, but I can take advantage of the field!"

"In the battle of gods six thousand years ago, I did lose to you."

"Not being able to completely kill me will be the thing you regret most, but unfortunately, you have no chance. After this battle, the whole world will be shrouded in black fog, and all things will become my believers!"

"Disaster and fog will become the only masters!"

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The border of the dark forest.

At the original place, Enzo, who was moving forward, stopped and looked into the distance. A trace of solemn luster appeared in his eyes. Deep in the dark forest, a dazzling red light burst out at the last moment, as if illuminating the entire forest.

"Have you already used your full strength so soon?"

Feeling the momentum of the dazzling red light in the depths of the dark forest, Enzo's face showed a trace of surprise. Under normal circumstances, even if the God of Blood Killing and the God of Disaster were fighting, the two should be in the tentative stage now.

However, at this moment, the momentum of the explosion in the depths of the dark forest was extremely terrifying!

It was as if the God of Blood Killing had already opened fire, but the breath of the God of Disaster was still in a dormant state, so it did not cause too serious damage to the dark forest.

"What happened?" Enzo frowned slightly.

Then, he clenched the magic wand in his hand, and the magic power in his body burst out. Through the attribute mechanism of the witchcraft rune, he forcibly interfered with the rules of the dark forest, and summoned ten shadow crows at the same time, flying towards the dark forest.

Swish!

Ten shadow crows appeared in the air and flew to the depths of the dark forest at the same time, but under the engulfment of the dense black fog around them, half of the shadow crows were almost instantly corroded into magic ashes.

Only the other half of the shadow crows were still flying.

Enzo frowned. Although he used witchcraft to interfere with the special rules in the dark forest as much as possible, it could only affect a certain range. The farther the shadow crows were from him, the closer they were to breaking.

In the end, all the shadow crows turned into ashes.

Fortunately, there was still one last shadow crow. Under Enzo's full mental control, it stumbled into the depths of the dark forest and sent back some images for him.

"Chip, increase the focal length of the field of vision!"

Enzo ordered in his heart. Through the vision of the shadow crows, he saw such a picture. In the depths of the dark forest, the blood-killing god was surrounded by scarlet divine power, shaking his wings and standing in the air. Around him, the kings of evil beasts were fearlessly launching attacks.

The blood-killing god Sayenu, the divine power is strong and surging.

Under the scarlet giant sword, the kings of evil beasts were killed one after another, and their corrupted bodies turned into black mist and dissipated. It seemed that the God of Blood Killing was in an absolute advantage.

However, Enzo frowned even more deeply.

Although Sayenu in the Shadow Crow's vision was constantly killing the kings of evil beasts, the scarlet divine power wrapped around his body was constantly consumed at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming increasingly weak.

This was obviously not a good sign!

If the God of Blood Killing consumed too much of his own divine power in the battle with these evil beast kings, then he would inevitably be suppressed everywhere when facing the God of Disaster next time.

It was precisely because of this that Enzo's mind moved.

In the depths of the dark forest, the Shadow Crow turned his eyes and looked at another area, where a humanoid creature with an octopus-like head and twisted tentacles on his face was standing there.

"The human form of the God of Disaster?" Enzo muttered to himself.

It seems that only the God of Disaster can pay so little attention to the battle of the God of Blood Killing and drive the kings of evil beasts to attack. At this time, the God of Disaster has not yet personally fought against the God of Blood Killing, so he maintains a half-human form.

"Is this... a trap?"

In an instant, Enzo's heart seemed to flash with lightning. From the attitude of the God of Disaster towards the God of Blood Killing, he immediately understood something, but at the same time, the God of Disaster seemed to notice the shadow crow in the air.

"A little trick of the wizard?"

In the original place, a tentacle on the chin of the God of Disaster trembled, and a ball of corrosive black mist was ejected from the suction cup like an end port, which instantly swallowed the shadow crow in the air, and Enzo's vision was cut off.

"It seems... it is indeed a trap!" Enzo narrowed his eyes.

According to the reaction of the God of Disaster, this plan to join forces with the God of Blood Killing and go to the dark forest sea has obviously fallen into the trap of the God of Disaster, but Enzo is not too panicked about it.

At the level of a third-level wizard, strategies can no longer play a big role.

Most of the time, strength is what really determines everything. Although Enzo has fallen into the trap of the God of Disaster, he still has full confidence in his heart.

Not to mention that the God of Blood Killing, as an ally, still has a few trump cards in his hand. Even if Enzo is not unprepared, he can leave the dark forest at any time with the authority disguised by the shadow of the artifact, which is completely invincible.

"But... this is also good."

On the spot, Enzo's eyes flickered, and he murmured, "The God of Disaster is strong enough to make the God of Blood Killing pay a higher price. No matter who becomes the winner in the confrontation between these two gods, it will be a good thing for me!"

As the old saying goes, the struggle between a lion and a tiger will only benefit the hunter in the end.

Since Enzo wants to be promoted to a fourth-level wizard by conquering the world of war ghosts, both the God of Blood Killing and the God of Disaster are obstacles in front of him, and they must be eliminated in the end.

Although the Bloodthirsty God chose to ally with Enzo, they were just using each other.

Enzo was very clear about this at all times, so he never gave the other party real trust and always kept a trump card.

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On the other side, the Tatar tribe.

The black viscous liquid flowed on the ground, leaving black traces like corrosion. On a pool of flesh-like objects, several rotten internal organs exuded a disgusting smell.

"Actually... killed the Great Evil!"

Next to the stone house in the corner, Drogo's face was pale, and there was a gleam of surprise in his eyes. He looked at the dozens of evil ghosts riding evil beast wolves not far away, and his heart was pounding.

It had been ten minutes since the end of the battle.

As a second-level life form, the Great Evil was eventually killed by a hundred evil ghosts. The black mist power as the source of life in his body dissipated, and even his corpse turned into a pool of rotten and smelly flesh.

And the hundred evil ghosts were not without casualties.

Among them, more than 20 first-generation evil ghosts were killed by the Great Evil, and the remaining evil ghosts were almost all in an injured state, recovering by absorbing the black mist power dissipated after the death of the Great Evil.

"Oh my God, what are the origins of these people?"

In the corner, Kalu opened his mouth wide, with a puzzled expression on his face. In his cognition, in addition to the war ghosts, perhaps only the evils polluted by the black mist can be considered humanoid creatures in this world.

However, the evil ghosts that suddenly appeared in the Tatar tribe were neither the war ghosts nor the evil ones, and were full of alternative breath.

These evil ghosts were the same size as the war ghosts, but the fluctuations they emitted were like those of the evil ones, and their skin was shriveled and festering, like a group of zombies crawling out of a cemetery.

"Unfortunately, I don't know either."

Next to him, Drogo shook his head and said helplessly, "But anyway, they don't seem to have any bad intentions. At least they saved the Tatar tribe and helped us kill the terrible big evil."

"What should we do now?" Kalu said with a cane.

Drogo thought for a moment, seemed to have made up his mind, and said, "I'll go up and try first to see if I can communicate with them. Since they are humanoid creatures like us, they should be able to master language skills, right?"

After that, Drogo walked forward and tried to communicate with the evil ghosts.

However, no matter what he said, the evil ghosts had no reaction. They stood there recovering from their injuries, like a group of puppets without souls, unable to communicate at all.

"It seems that they can't communicate."

After a moment, Drogo shook his head helplessly and gave up the idea of ​​communicating with the evil ghosts. These people were like a group of puppets. After killing the big evil, they almost kept the same posture.

However, at this moment.

In the depths of the Tatar tribe, near a stone house, a head suddenly popped out and looked outside cautiously. Seeing that the big evil had been killed, she tiptoed out.

"Wendy? Why did you come out?"

Drogo frowned when he saw the petite figure and reprimanded, "Didn't I tell you to hide with other women? Who told you to walk out of the cellar without permission!"