A huge door stood in front of the road. The material of the door was not metal or wood, but made of screaming souls, whose faces twisted and stirred on the glowing surface of the door, and their screams were filled with sorrow and pain.
Innokendi's heart aches with sympathy, no matter how depraved the Comoros's fellow races were, they were the same.
The film and television operator raised the staff high, and with a shocking thunderous thunder, a vain shock wave erupted from the soul beads on the top of the shining staff, slashing towards the gate like a sharp axe, sweeping the rolling souls into the air, calming their shaking cry.
Behind the broken door was a room, shaped like a living creature, or like a hollow chest cavity.
In the center of the room was a crystal twice the height of the Spirit, bound by heavy rusty chains, the turquoise fire leaped in the crystal, the light of the flames shone on the walls, illuminating dozens of mysterious instruments, which were obviously used for the fallen nergic witchcraft, but Innokenji neither knew nor cared about their use.
In the crystal fire, Innokendi could see the goal of his warriors after making great sacrifices - in the endless nothingness, 7 leaping dark green energy were smashing wildly towards the burning network isolation wall.
"It's not too late to bless us."
The film and television operator took a few steps forward and summoned a crackling ball of lightning to repel the death guards and demons that were scattered throughout the room.
Then he pressed his staff against the cold crystal and began to recite the Purification Prayer.
However, he found that the situation was not right..
"This core crystal has been blasphemed by the dirtiest magic, and if we are to release it, we must break these curses."
The rest of the troupe's psychics began to come up to assist him in the transmission of energy, while the Death Jester and the Mime actor entered a defensive posture to protect them - more demons had appeared from high places, passing through the walls of the fortress to look for the invaders.
At the same time, the explosive bombs of the plague warriors were also constantly firing at this place and rushing towards them with big strides.
"Then try to be as fast as possible!"
Innokenji, who entered the state of combat, had a cold blue flash in his eyes, and the storm energy crackled around his weapons, then he stood firm and prepared to face the charge of the plague warriors.
Nurgle's followers howled and fought with the clowns, the air was filled with the roar of weapons shattering armor and flesh, each shot of the Death Jesters filled the room with shiny rainbow light, and the star dart of the pantomime cast a bloody rain in the air.
"Sigolle curses it! This witchcraft is too powerful!"
The film and television operator just complained hoarsely, and a shout came from the door behind him.
He took a risk of glance back and saw a pantomime actor lying on the floor, a giant in a terrifying giant armor tearing his throat and cruelly stabbing his belly with a knife, tearing the actor apart.
Then, the Wither Overlord Terminator Squad poured into the room, and finally Typhonse surrounded by a circle of black flies.
"Oops!"
Realizing that he had no time, the film and television operator directly smashed his staff to the surface of the crystal, releasing every trace of energy in the soul bead.
The crystal began to tremble, and spider-web-like cracks extended from the surface.
Finally, with an explosion, the crystal was blown into pieces, and the fire washed away the entire room, burning any body close to it with its vicious touch.
Only the film and television operators escaped in time and survived.
"The mission is completed, it's time to leave."
As the film and television writer said, he turned around and shot at the approaching Overlord with his star dart gun. He now had no strength left.
"Let's cover."
To deal with the withering overlord with amazing defense, only the Death Jester could do it on the scene, so they voluntarily undertake the task behind the palace.
However, as soon as one of them raised his gun, a black figure rushed up and grabbed the powerful rifle with his strong arms.
"Go to die with the alien!"
Before Innokenji could save the dead jester, a stream of bright blood gushed out of the cut artery.
At this time, Teffons was gushing with flies all over his body, waving a huge battle sickle, and stabbing deeply into the enemy's body.
The Death Jester screamed in pain, and then his body was torn apart.
"We will take revenge, wait, Lord of the Fly Nest."
After saying a harsh word, Innokenji led the troupe to evacuate the place quickly, and Typhonse also threw down the ravaged corpse and walked to the broken crystal-
Afterwards, he picked up a piece of fragment, looked at it carefully for a while, and then nodded.
"It seems that I caught up at the last minute..."
On the other hand, Newcrion Rotis's situation is very bad.
The bad fog was still pouring into the hall, constantly floating on the ground and walls, and their figures rushed into the hall from time to time through the fog, their mouths wide open, as if they were eager to seek war.
The plundering master Sidi and his elite warriors also joined the battle, rushing towards the hundreds of plague warriors who were defending the command hall.
"For Kane! For Comoros! Kill them all! Those who go to the former will be rewarded! Those who retreat will surely die!"
Under Dracula's urging, the Dark Spirits and their beasts launched attacks again and again. They retreated like a tide, and then launched another charge. The more and more plague warriors fell under their swords. Newryn Rotis continued to command calmly, but the fog was still increasing.
The thicker the fog, the more beneficial the battlefield will be to their spiritual enemies.
The messenger of evil disease who had been fighting for a long time raised the three-ring runes on his staff, trying to inject the last divine power into it, calling on the gaze and mercy of the kind father, and began to recite with a low roar - the mist of the dark night had the greatest impact on psychics like him.
The plundering master Sidi felt the vibration of the etheric realm, so he quickly avoided his original position.
A large amount of green fog gushed out from the staff of the messenger of evil deeds with buzzing insects. Several conspiracy warriors were instantly swallowed up, and they screamed as their bodies were gnawed.
"Kill it! Kill that wizard bastard! Where is the Death Jester!"
The plundering master cursed in a low voice, and his scolding was answered.
A film and television writer jumped into the air, rotated the short stick in his hand, and then threw out a colorful rainbow light, instantly knocking down the long staff of the messenger of the evil, and then two purple lights sprayed out from the fog, instantly qianing the body of the plague wizard.
"Okay, okay! Well done! Kill all these rotten bastards!!"
The plundering master nodded with satisfaction, laughed and ordered his troops to attack with all their might.
He himself turned his attention to Newcreon Rothis, a plague lord, and the other party's soul will be a valuable reward, and he will never miss it.
But at this moment, a bad news came.
"Sir! The enemy's fleet rushed out of the gap in the net channel!!!"
"What!"
Sidi was shocked at that time. He quickly summoned his subordinates to take out the video crystal ball. Sure enough, he saw a huge fleet slowly coming on the edge of the dark net channel, headed by a hideous giant ship-
Queen of Glory, Tough!
Faced with the sudden fleet support, the plundering master Sidi was in a dilemma for a while.
After thinking hard for a while, he finally made a decision.