Seeing Yamel's resigned expression, the Screaming Lord grinned again and laughed ferociously. He twisted his huge body with satisfaction, turned around slowly, and faced a tower in the distance that was nearly ten meters high.
He crawled over the 10,000-meter hive. As he crawled, he said slowly: "Then, distinguished guests, please come with me. We have been prepared for a long time, we just lack a little bit of insignificant strength.
"
Breathing deeply, the Screaming Lord continued slowly: "We have been preparing for many years, and we are well prepared. But we have been busy breeding offspring these years, and we have spent too much life source and strength. If we are here
If we expend too much effort on one thing, we won’t have enough strength to meet the challenges ahead.”
Yamel said in a deep voice: "So, you thought of us?"
The Screaming Lord stopped, turned his head and took a deep look at Yamel, and then slowly shook his head: "Originally there were other candidates, but you just happened to meet them. And you are more suitable than the candidates we originally prepared.
So I found you."
Yamel was originally curious about who the original candidates of these bugs were, but after thinking about it, he felt that the question was meaningless, so he simply shut up. He was filled with anger. These bugs had actually learned to trick people.
This was really something beyond their imagination. But as the Screaming Lord said, let's settle down as soon as we come. He wanted to see what these big reptiles wanted to do.
The Enlightenment of the Gods is not someone who can be deceived at will.
Along the way, there are gradually fewer and fewer larvae, and more and more adult fallen angels are becoming more and more powerful. Those larvae crawling all over the ground are even as powerful as those in the ground world.
They are about the same as ordinary bugs, and the slightly larger ones have the strength to kill a human alone. The ones with slightly harder carapace have the strength to rival warriors of high status.
As for the adult fallen angels, the weakest of them also possess saint-level combat power. As their size increases, their strength soars rapidly. When Yamel and the others arrive in front of the huge hive, they gather together.
The strange-looking fallen angels here have generally reached the level of mid-level high-level or even high-level high-level gods.
The lower bodies of dozens of them are similar to wasps, but the upper bodies are the same as those of the orcs and foxes, but the upper bodies have no skin. Instead, they are strange-shaped fallen angels covered with a layer of blood-colored carapace, suspended in the sky above the hive. Their upper bodies have six pairs of arms and legs.
, now each pair of arms and legs is holding a strange-looking weapon, and their strength has reached the half-step god level.
Dozens of half-step master gods, this power is considered an astonishing strength for any protoss in the surface world.
The Screaming Lord pointed at these foxes disapprovingly. He said disapprovingly: "A group of children, their strength is so-so. But they are very ignorant. They only know how to cause trouble all day long. Alas, I don't know what they can do when they go to the battlefield."
How many survived. But no matter what, even if each of them only kills a million humans, their sacrifices are valuable!"
Diogo clicked his lips and looked at these foxes thoughtfully. A half-step god-level grotesque creature, is their value only to kill a million humans? If that is the case, Achel
The gods or other gods would be happy to exchange hundreds of millions of believers with them.
To the gods of the major protoss, the lives of ordinary believers are worthless. And to the fallen angels, they themselves are of little value either.
A huge hole cracked silently from the body of the hive. The Screaming Lord twisted his huge body and led Yamel and his party into the hive. The tunnel inside the hive is like the human intestines.
, the scarlet tunnel is soft, constantly squirming, and a large amount of mucus is constantly secreted. This environment makes Diogo find it unbearable, but when the Screaming Lord arrives here, it seems that his energy and spirit have suddenly grown taller.
A big chunk.
The Screaming Lord, whose voice became particularly loud, laughed loudly: "Come, meet a group of my old friends. They were suppressed here at the same time as me. Over the years, I have been responsible for external affairs, and they have all focused on reproduction.
Descendants. They have lost a lot of strength, otherwise, they wouldn’t need your help this time!”
At the end of the corridor is a huge flesh-red hall, with countless strange-shaped sarcomas protruding and denting from the slippery flesh-wall. In the hall with a radius of dozens of miles, thousands of grotesque fallen angels stand or lie lazily.
There, the aura on their bodies seemed particularly disordered and weak.
As soon as the Screaming Lord entered the hall, a fallen angel that was 90% similar to a dragonfly, with twelve huge transparent wings on its back, flew over lightly. The hundred-meter-long fallen angel swayed lazily.
Shaking his arms and legs that were much sharper than blades, his huge compound eyes glanced at Yamel and the others.
"Lord of Screams, is this the helper you found? Well, it's not a human being, so that's good!"
Thousands of fallen angels who had been sealed here after the Ancient God War raised their heads at the same time. Their stern gazes swept over Yamel and the others one by one. The daring Diogo was suppressed by their gazes and became stiff for a long time.
He didn't dare to move. After hearing the big dragonfly's words, Diogo suddenly had various suspicions in his heart.
Yamel and the others look like normal humans. Although they are very powerful, why do the Screaming Lord and these Fallen Angels say they are not human? Diogo thinks this is very strange and needs to be considered carefully.
Just once.
"Yes, my brothers and sisters, they are the helpers I invited." The Screaming Lord slowly crawled towards the center of the hall, and said as he walked: "They are the notorious Apostles of the Gods in the surface world.
The elders, they have been pursued by the gods for countless years, so they are considered reliable."
"You can also feel that they used some evil method to transform them into a strange life form. It is not human, nor any biological group we know. Anyway, that's it, they are not human,
So we can trust them!"
The Fallen Angels began to discuss with each other, but it was obvious that the Screaming Lord had great influence among them, so they all quickly shut up and opened the way to the center of the hall one by one.
After the huge fallen angel, whose upper body looked like a minotaur, but whose lower body looked like a scorpion, moved away, Yamel and the others saw a strange thing.
It should be a tool similar to the alchemical magic tool, a black metal pillar with a diameter of more than 100 meters and a height of hundreds of meters. Countless red blood vessels and other inexplicable pipes are deeply pierced into this metal pillar.
Inside, it is tightly connected with the other flesh-walls of the hall. There is red liquid flowing continuously in the pipe, making a slight "gurgling" sound from time to time.
On the ground around the metal pillar, countless extremely fine red lights outline a huge magic circle. Yamel and the others can clearly identify the efficacy of this magic circle. There are a total of thirty-six main magic nodes on it.
, this is a magic circle specially designed to absorb and transmit magic power. As long as energy is instilled from these thirty-six magic nodes, he can provide the required magic power for the metal pillar.
It's a very simple magic circle, but looking at the weird metal pillar, the red flesh walls that are constantly crawling around, and how they were sucked in by the Screaming Lord using the weird wormhole magic circle, Yami
You and the others don't dare to get close to this magic circle.
Even a very simple magic circle that infuses magic power may have various traps. For example, once Yamel and the others input magic power, they will never be able to escape from the shackles of the magic circle, and will eventually be drained of all the power and energy in their bodies.
Such magic traps such as energy and spirit have appeared countless times in history, and the elders of the Gods of Enlightenment have also set up countless such destructive traps outside their secret laboratories.
"This magic circle!" Yamel looked at the Screaming Lord coldly.
"This magic circle is to provide enough power for our 'Lord of the Earth'!" The Screaming Lord looked at Yamel with a smile: "It requires thirty-six upper-level god-level beings to provide all the power, and provide a steady stream of power.
It has enough power to meet the needs of the Lord of the Earth. Apart from that, he has no other effects and will not harm a hair on your head."
"But..." Yamel wanted to say something.
"We Zerg are all straight people, we never play with crooked things!" The big dragonfly flew over lightly, spat out its sharp mouthparts 'intimately', and gently rubbed against Yamel's shoulder.
Then: "We can swear that this magic circle will not cause any harm to your body. If you are still unwilling to help, then we will kill you!"
As soon as the big dragonfly said these words, thousands of fallen angels from all directions who were at least at the main god level before being sealed stood up straight or flew into the sky. Terrifying and evil magic fluctuations enveloped the entire hall, forcing them to
Yamel and the others had difficulty even breathing.
The wise Yamel quickly thought of an ancient Eastern proverb, "A good man never suffers the loss of his eyes." So he immediately raised his staff and waved it gently: "Then, please swear an oath, and we will be happy to help you."
The Lord of the Earth provides energy. Of course, I hope that after helping you, we can get enough...return!"
The Screaming Lord scolded in a low voice, and the extremely vicious Fallen Angels lowered their heads one after another, and then one by one, they used the souls of their ancestors and swore the most vicious soul oaths in the name of the origin of their own race.
Yamel and his companions looked at each other, they nodded helplessly, and designated the thirty-five weakest companions, together with Diogo, to stand on the strange magic circle. Diogo's
His face turned black. He looked at Yamel and the others angrily, and he really wanted to throw them all into his mouth and chew them to pieces. (To be continued, please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!
