In the cold cellar, the two priests were in a critical moment of life and death.

Judgment Chief is already old, and it is not easy for his old body to support this strong warrior, and now he has to drag him to run as hard as he can.

After a while, the chief judge felt chest tightness, shortness of breath, and weakness in his legs and feet.

The angry roars from behind were getting closer and closer, and the soil and gravel beneath the feet of the Chief Judge were shaking.

He immediately took three steps and two steps, rushed to the iron gate in one breath, and slammed the iron door hard.

"Fuck me!"

Even he cursed like a philistine, his shoulder hurt from the impact, and the iron door was knocked down immediately after being pushed up.

Looking back at the passage, the cultists with their claws and teeth were planning to tear them into pieces.

The chief judge took out a bomb from his sleeve with six stripes on it.

"It's actually six lines!"

The level he brought was too high, but the chief judge could only give it a try at this time.

outside the house.

Everyone who obeyed the order had been waiting outside the house for a long time, but the two still had not come out. Some worried people leaned against the windows to watch what was going on.

Boom!!

The originally quiet iron door passage was suddenly opened by a huge force. The wooden pillars used to support the insect-eaten holes collapsed directly, and the house that lost the pillars also collapsed. Two figures smashed through the roof.

, flew out and was buried in a pile of wheat straw.

The soldiers next to them were shaken out of straw. They removed the straw stuck in their helmets and dug out the two men from the pile of straw.

"Your Majesty the Inquisitor!"

It was a bit unbelievable. If it weren't for the masks on their faces, they wouldn't have believed that the two people covered in blood were actually the two previous judges.

"Fire the arrow!"

A bunch of behemoths rushed out from the ruins, and they shot the arrows in their hands without hesitation.

With a distance of less than twenty steps, no trained soldier, not even a street urchin, would miss such a huge target.

Being bombarded by such a dense rain of arrows, magic, and divine spells, even a rock would turn into stone dust.

The stench was so overwhelming that everyone couldn't help but cover their noses.

Because of the noise here, the sleeping residents opened their windows one after another. When the women saw the scene in front of them, they screamed and locked the doors and windows.

There is a meat ball on the rubble of the original wooden house. This meat ball is as big as two carriages.

It was filled with arrows, and magic and magic had disappeared.

"Attack! Don't be stunned, continue to attack!"

Both inquisitors had lost consciousness, and the on-the-spot command was automatically handed over to the highest-ranking soldier captain.

Crossbows and bows and arrows clanked, and firecrackers were even used to bombard them.

The magician and the magician chanted on the side, and soon the destructive spells bombarded the flesh ball one after another.

"Don't...let them stop!"

The chief judge barely regained his consciousness, and when he saw the meat ball in front of him, he immediately yelled.

"What's wrong? Sir."

A priest wearing a black priest uniform was supporting the old man. The scene was now chaotic, and no one else cared about his weak voice. Those people attacked crazily out of fear.

"This is... the forbidden blood curse!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the meat ball finally exploded after enduring countless attacks.

The soldiers cheered and the magicians smiled.

Blood rain fell from the sky sparsely, drenching everyone's bodies.

"ah!"

"What's going on! My hand! My hand!"

…

These flesh and blood are like some kind of living creatures, eating away at the host's body.

People rolled on the ground, took off their armor, dropped their weapons, and scratched all over their bodies.

"Tsk tsk, after spending so much flesh and blood, it looks like the effect is good."

There is a formation pattern on the thin man's right hand, and the complicated blood-colored runes form a small altar.

"Looks like we can have a late night snack."

The dwarf rubbed his bruised arm. The damage caused by the executioner had not yet fully recovered.

"We have to hurry up. Our goal this time has been achieved. If their reinforcements come again, we will be in trouble."

The fat man rubbed his hands, and the scars on them had disappeared.

The blood runes were still flowing under the skin, and the power was pumped to those who were struggling in the pool of blood.

Now they even feel like they can destroy everything.

“It’s so comfortable!”

The dwarf Gila grabbed a young soldier and fixed his twisting neck. His mouth was full of tiny fangs and he bit his ear.

"Help...Help...Goddess, help me!"

Although the ears don't have much meat, they are all cartilage that is easy to chew. Then he will have crispy delicious food in his mouth to repair his injuries.

The young soldier struggled desperately and shouted for help, but no one could save him, and no one could save themselves.

The evil ghost likes this feeling the most. It eats the living person in one bite, and then the food screams and struggles with all its strength, and lives in pain until the end.

He stretched out his scarlet tongue and licked the soldier's earrings. The stench in his mouth filled his nostrils. His sharp teeth grazed the base of his ears and opened the bloody mouth.

Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang... Dang!

"It's one o'clock in the morning..."

The executioner opened his eyes, and heard the heavy and melodious sound of bells from the distant bell tower.

The bell-ringer pushed the crossbar hard, and the bell was knocked out thirteen times.

This is a long-ago rule. Thirteen bells represent one o'clock, fourteen bells represent two o'clock, three bells represent three o'clock, and so on.

The street shook, and the loose snow piles that had been swept away from the sides dispersed.

Boom! Boom! Boom...

The bipedal monster was running very fast on the street, and the strong wind brought flying snow all over the street. Its huge feet made pitchfork-like marks on the newly formed thin ice.

The earth was shaking, and people on the street woke up one after another, opened their windows, and stretched their necks curiously to look at the retreating figure of the bipedal monster.

"What's going on!"

The ground beneath their feet shook, and the evil ghosts who were about to enjoy the food were stunned.

The fiery red figure was like a red lightning, carrying strong winds and snowflakes, and jumped up from the ground. Everyone present opened their mouths in astonishment, as if their jaws were about to drop. The soldiers shouted the glory of the goddess.

"ah!"

The dwarf let out a scream. Before he could react, a huge shadow hit his face. The scaly soles of his feet stepped on him. He fell backwards and his poor head was also stepped into the mud.

In the ground.

"Gira?!"

The thin man ignored the miserable situation of the short man and jumped back to avoid the red whirlwind. Of course, the target of this "whirlwind" was not him at first, and the "lightning" severely bombarded the huge fat man.

The fat man used his thick hands to hold the monster's head, but the monster's terrifying power actually pushed the strengthening fat man up. The fat man's feet were off the ground and he lost support. He was pushed upright against the wall, his body

Huge grooves were left in the stone brick wall.

The fat on the fat man's face was shaking violently, he was panting rapidly, and the runes under his skin were surging crazily.

He desperately pressed against the monster's triangular head, grasping the scales on both sides of it tightly in his hands, and refused to let go even if it drew blood. There was a bright black horn at the tip of the monster's nose, and as long as he relaxed,

, this horn will penetrate his chest like a sharp sword.

The thin man chanted ancient spells from behind, and the fat man had more and more bloody runes on his body, almost turning him into a bloody man.

Ho ho ho!

The fat man roared like a savage beast, and the sudden burst of power allowed him to lift the monster. Before the monster could struggle, he threw it into the air.

Boom!

The weight and hardness of the monster's body were astonishing, and the wall could not stop it at all. While leaving a huge gap, it was smashed directly into a house, but its fiery red scales made it unscathed.

The one-horned tyrannosaurus stood up from the bricks, shook off the dust from its body, and was about to roar for another fight.

"Hey! It's a dragon! It's a unicorn dragon!"
To be continued...