Chapter 504: Killing Blooms

Boom!

The city wall was hammered by giant hands, and large rocks fell down. As the leader of the Gaussian tribe, O'Kalun hurriedly avoided, and finally managed to stabilize his body, but a trace of sadness appeared on his face.

The Gaussian tribe has ruled the Solu Plain for hundreds of years, and this is the first time that this rock city, which symbolizes dominance, has been destroyed.

"The blood of anger breaks out!"

Seeing that the city wall was destroyed, O'Callen's eyes were red, and the power of blood exploded in his body, as if it turned into streams of light, and his originally tall and burly body began to make sounds.

Crackling!

The sound of bones breaking and healing continued to sound, and the short hair tied behind his head began to grow crazily. In a moment, O'Callen's image changed greatly, as ferocious as a demon from hell.

The next moment, O'Callen roared angrily.

Trampling on the rocks of the city wall under his feet, the furious warrior jumped into the air. The bronze sword in his hand seemed to be wrapped in the power of blood, showing a crimson color, full of blood and killing.

"Fury Warrior?"

In mid-air, a trace of ferocity appeared on Timos's face, and two arms that seemed to be condensed by black mist shot forward in vain. O'Callen jumped up, dodged one of the palms, but was hit by the other. He caught it with his palm.

"Lord O'Callen!"

"leader!"

Below, the blood warriors of the War Ghost Tribe exclaimed in surprise. In their eyes, the extremely powerful Furious Warrior, the ruler of the Solu Plain, seemed to have no power to resist when facing the evil king Deimos.

Click!

The King of Evil exerted his palms in vain, and the sound of the air being squeezed sounded like an explosion. O'Kalun, who was held in it, roared suddenly, and the power of blood burst out instantly.

boom!

The crimson air wave broke through the wall, the bronze sword broke through the restraints, and O'Callen suddenly emerged from the evil giant's palm, and then fell to the ground.

"Huh? Did you run away?"

Feeling the pain on the back of his hand, a trace of surprise appeared on Timos's face. Then he opened his mouth and spat out a cloud of black mist. The wound on his palm healed quickly, and he returned to normal in a moment.

On the ground, O'Callen stood up with difficulty.

Around him, the leaders of various tribes, one by one, the red-striped warriors, gathered around him. Although they despaired of the power of the evil king, the red-striped warriors gritted their teeth and persisted.

The King of Evil looked down at O'Kalun below and shook his head in a joking manner.

Then, he did not continue to attack, but spit out a large cloud of black mist towards the city wall of the Gaussian tribe, and then stretched out his huge palm to grab the blood warriors on the wall.

"Be careful, get out of the way!"

"No! Jump down..."

On the city wall shrouded in black mist, the Gaussian Blood Warriors were like a group of headless flies, dodging in all directions in the face of the evil king's giant hand, but it was impossible to avoid such a ranged attack.

Crunch!

One by one, the blood warriors were caught by the King of Evil and thrown into his mouth like snacks. With bursts of shrill screams and creepy chewing sounds, their bodies were bitten into pieces and eaten.

Blood flowed from the corners of the Evil King's mouth, like a demon under the abyss.

The horrific scene made all the blood warriors tremble. Although the descendants of the blood-killing god were not afraid of death, such a horrific and painful death method was still difficult for them to accept.

If it weren't for faith in God, I'm afraid some people would have fled long ago.

On the city wall, the blood warriors of the Gaussian tribe fled in panic under the attack of giant hands. The King of Evil laughed ferociously, and then looked down at the blood warriors from other tribes.

"Every Causian tastes the same."

Timos's voice was like thunder, and he said with a ferocious smile: "Perhaps, I should try to change my taste!"

After saying that, the Evil King directly spit out a ball of black mist.

"Everyone, be careful!"

On the ground, Drogo shouted. The palms falling from above made him feel a little scared. Only the bronze spear in his hand could bring a sense of security, but it was only comfort in his heart.

"No! Save me..."

Before the blood warriors from each tribe could recover, a frightened cry for help came from nearby. Drogo suddenly turned his head and looked around. Through the mist exhaled by the evil king, he saw a familiar figure. figure.

"Bennett!!"

Drogo couldn't help but exclaimed. The war ghost named Bennett was a red-striped warrior like himself. The other tribe's tribe had been allies with the Tatar tribe for generations, and they supported each other in times of crisis.

But now, Bennett has fallen into the hands of the evil king.

Drogo wanted to help him from the bottom of his heart, but when he clenched the bronze spear in his hand, he felt a complete sense of powerlessness. The gap between the red-striped warrior and the evil king was simply too big, just like an ant facing a giant.

If it was a Furious Warrior, it might still have some impact on Deimos.

But forget it about the red-striped warriors. Even if Drogo's energy and blood burst out, it would be impossible to cause any harm to the evil king. He could even crush him to death with just a move of his fingers.

There were creepy chewing sounds and shrill screams.

Despair spread around the Gaussian tribe. Finally, a red-striped warrior couldn't bear the oppression. After letting out a scream, he couldn't even take care of his blood warriors and ran towards the plains with all his strength.

The occurrence of this situation seemed to have a chain reaction.

The blood warriors below fled one after another. A trace of anger appeared on Okalen's face, but then it turned into a helpless bitter smile. The power of the evil king made everyone despair. Without the [Tyrant], even if the life of every blood warrior in the Sollu Plain was exhausted, it would be impossible to defeat the opponent.

In this case, running away seemed to be the only option.

Although in the creed of the war ghosts, fighting represents glory and running away is an indelible shame, facing the powerful evil king, it seems that few war ghosts can really fear death.

"Hahaha! Is this the people of the blood-killing god?"

In the air, the evil king Dimos laughed wantonly, and then a trace of ferocity flashed in his eyes, and he said coldly: "But it's a pity, even if you want to escape, I won't give you this opportunity."

After that, Dimos took a deep breath.

His chest swelled up like a balloon, and then with the force, a large mass of black fog gushed out, as if a dark cloud fell on the ground, making the fleeing blood warriors instantly experience the transition between day and night.

The black fog continued to spread, covering a large area.

The blood warriors ran desperately, but in the black fog, it seemed as if there was no end. No matter how they ran, they could not break out of the fog and could only spin like headless flies.

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The mystery of the black fog!

One of the abilities of the evil king Dimos. When he fought with the [Tyrant] Gaosuo, he relied on this ability to successfully escape and save his life.

The blood warriors who were trapped in the mystery of the black fog had their blood and qi constantly consumed, but it was difficult to break through the shackles. The people of the Tatar tribe were also trapped in it, but under Drogo's order, they did not run away, so they did not disperse.

"Uncle Drogo, what should we do now?"

Beside him, a Tatar blood warrior looked pale. All he could see was fog, which seemed endless. It seemed impossible to escape, so all the Tatar tribe members were in despair.

Drogo looked ugly and said nothing.

At the same time, in midair, the evil king Dimos was looking down at the mystery of the black fog. After trapping the descendants of the blood-killing god on the Sollu Plain, he did not rush to launch an attack.

"Where should I start?"

A trace of grim smile appeared on Dimos's face. As the king of evil, he liked to taste the taste of flesh and blood the most. The higher the level of the war ghosts, the more delicious it tasted. A piece of tyrant flesh and blood that he had eaten hundreds of years ago still made him remember it.

"It's a pity that the old guy Gao Suo is not here."

Dimos shook his head, a trace of regret appeared on his face, his eyes swept over the many war ghosts in the black fog, and suddenly stopped, wondering, "Huh? Why are there still women?"

In the black fog, Wendy looked blank.

Not long ago, after the Tatar tribe was recruited by the Gosho tribe, Drogo, in order to obtain the help of the evil ghosts, brought Wendy to the team by accident, hoping to command those evil ghosts who could not communicate through her.

However, the current situation was beyond Drogo's expectations.

"Did you sneak in by accident?"

Dimos looked puzzled. Although he had become the king of evil under the pollution of the black fog, hundreds of years ago, Dimos was still a inferior species of the war ghosts, so he had a certain understanding of the war ghosts.

In the concept of the war ghosts, women are just a resource.

In the case of being unable to master extraordinary power, every war ghost woman can only rely on males to survive. Although she has lost her freedom, she does not have to fight like males.

In the history of the war ghosts, there has never been a woman participating in a war.

"Think about it carefully, I don't think I have ever eaten a female war ghost."

In mid-air, the evil king smacked his mouth, a trace of interest flashed in his eyes, and suddenly grinned and stretched out his arm, rushing towards Wendy and grabbing her.

"Protect Miss Wendy!"

As if they felt the threat from the Evil King, the evil ghosts who had been silent beside Wendy raised their weapons and attacked the giant hand that attacked from the sky.

However, the evil ghosts' attacks were ineffective against the Evil King.

"Ah!!!"

With a giant hand covering her head, Wendy's face turned pale instantly. She screamed in fear and trembled while holding her head.

All around, the evil ghosts rushed up fearlessly.

An evil ghost soldier suddenly exerted force on his feet and jumped into the air. His body, which was originally covered by an animal skin robe, suddenly swelled up, and thick black mist flowed out of his eye sockets, ears, and nose.

Boom!

The next moment, an explosion suddenly sounded. One of the innate abilities of the evil ghosts was self-destruction!

The energy like black mist exploded in an instant.

The giant hand extended by the King of Evil seemed to be corroded, making a hissing sound. The slight stinging made Dimos frown, but he was more confused in his heart.

"What is this?"

Feeling the black mist aura emanating from the evil ghosts, Dimos was very confused. This aura was similar to that of the evil, but as the King of Evil, low-level evil could not attack Dimos.

Before Dimos could think, explosions sounded one after another.

After Wendy was threatened, the evil ghosts chose to self-destruct one by one. The black mist power condensed in their bodies was like a bomb, turning into a terrible energy burst.

"Humph! What a ridiculous trick!"

As the evil ghosts exploded one after another, Dimos shook his head with a grim smile on his face. Although he didn't know what the evil ghosts belonged to, this weak attack could not cause any substantial damage to the evil king of the third-level life form.

"It seems that you want to protect this woman?"

Dimos looked at Wendy and seemed to see something. A trace of interest flashed in his eyes. He stretched out his arm faster and grabbed the trembling girl directly.

"Enzo, save me!"

Wendy let out a desperate cry, and her body couldn't help shaking violently. However, just as the giant hand above her head was about to fall, a black rune quietly emerged from Wendy's forehead.

The next moment, a terrifying force burst out.

A dazzling black light emanated from Wendy. Unlike the power of black fog, this breath was full of killing. A black-feathered crow quietly spread its wings, and a bloodthirsty luster flashed in its dark eyes.

"My name is the Crow of Slaughter, Hirsch!"

The Crow of Slaughter, who had been silent for a year, finally woke up at this moment. This was the method Enzo left on Wendy. The third-level life form, the Crow of Slaughter, bloomed like a black flower when facing a threat.

On the ground, a dazzling black light flickered.

After waking up from Wendy's body, the Crow of Slaughter floated in the air like a god. The strong black light seemed to dispel the power of the surrounding black fog in an instant.

Suddenly, the surroundings fell into silence.

The blood warriors who were originally in the mystery of the black fog looked at the Crow of Slaughter not far away, and they all had an inexplicable feeling in their hearts, like the breath of a god, which made them kneel down.

"What is it? The king of evil beasts?"

On the other side, Dimos's face became gloomy. He could feel the terrible breath of the Crow of Slaughter. He first inferred that this was a king of evil beasts of the same level as himself, but then denied it, because the energy fluctuations emitted by the other party were a breath he had never felt before.

"Hmph!"

Then, the Evil King snorted coldly. No matter what the Crow of Slaughter represented, sitting and waiting to die was not his creed. Dimos roared, and the black mist power in his body surged instantly, like a wave rushing over.

"I'm sorry to tell you, the game is over!"

Dimos's voice was loud, as if the black mist that covered the sky had transformed into countless monsters and sharp blades, and launched an attack the next moment, saying in a deep voice: "This is a gift from the God of Disaster to you, prepare to accept death!"