Porteous, the exterminator, was very excited. He had succeeded. As long as he touched the enemy's flesh, his insect poison could instantly infect the opponent's body. The infection was so fast that it would be useless even if he cut off his hand on the spot.
As long as it comes into contact, it will be infected, using the opponent's flesh and blood to produce more toxins until the opponent is poisoned to death.
Unexpectedly, I actually poisoned an ascetic, a maverick ascetic in the Church of Light. Even the Pope ordered them not to move, so they were about to be poisoned by me, and all I paid was a dead body.
It's just a parasitic body of a puppet worm.
Originally, the movements of people parasitized by puppet worms would become very slow and stiff, but unexpectedly, the ascetic monk actually treated the patient himself. He had never seen such a friendly clergyman in his life.
Those church elders travel in luxury carriages, and work and live in clean and spacious wealthy areas. It is difficult to see them entering and leaving such a dirty place, let alone treating the poor and disaster victims in person.
This is a good opportunity. Kill such an ascetic monk who is close to the people in public and gnaw him to a skeleton on the spot. The impact on the Church of Light will be huge. Why should an ascetic monk who can't even protect himself protect the believers of the Light?
All thoughts flashed through Porteus's mind, but he immediately felt something was wrong. Why are the ascetic's hands so hard? Are they all bones? Where's the flesh? Where's the flesh?
Finding Porteus unable to chew, he looked up at Ange in shock.
Ange reached back, grabbed him and pressed him down, pushing him directly into the Palace of Rest.
Nigris said urgently: "Cover it up, put some holy light on it, your hand that can penetrate the world is so obvious, others will recognize it at a glance."
"Oh." Ange responded, and the place where his little arm disappeared suddenly emitted a strong holy light, which dazzled others so hard that they could not open their eyes. Then, he quickly pulled out the hand that penetrated the world.
Others only saw Ange's arm suddenly disappear, and then burst into light, as if his hand was inserted into the holy light, and the person who attacked him disappeared.
It was so electric that many people in the venue didn't react, let alone take a closer look.
In fact, even if you look carefully, no one may be able to recognize the hand that travels through the world. Nigris is just being cautious. So what if he recognizes the hand that travels through the world? Wouldn't an ascetic monk not be able to recognize it?
Have you crossed over?
It's not surprising that ascetics can do things that space magicians can do, so no one finds it strange. Instead, they think Ange's trick of inserting his hand into the holy light and making the enemy disappear is very cool.
Everyone couldn't help but cheer: "Blessed by the Holy Light, long live Your Excellency An!"
There were no critically ill patients at the moment. Ange turned and returned to the tent. Anthony quickly followed in, ordering the guards to stay outside and not get close, and then activated the silent enchantment and interference enchantment.
The silent barrier is to prevent the spread of sound, and the why-disturbing barrier is to prevent the prying thoughts.
After making these preparations, Anthony signaled Ange to stuff him into the Palace of Rest.
After entering the Palace of Rest, everyone came to the corner of the new farm. There was a pony covered with fine scales, showing its mouth full of sharp teeth, chewing something. In front of it, there were a lot of piles.
Messy stuff.
For example, shells, bones of chickens, ducks, fish, sheep, cattle and horses, hooves and feet, and nodules of crops are basically parts that ordinary creatures do not eat. If these things are thrown around, they will pollute the environment, so they have to be dealt with by the insect god.
Unexpectedly, the majestic insect god Hemel turned into a garbage disposal beast today.
But the insect god didn't care. He didn't like those tender and plump parts, so he just sucked them in and went in.
The only thing it won't dislike if it's not chewy is the fat. That stuff is high in calories and will make you full after eating it.
Porteous, who had just been stuffed in, sat slumped on the ground, trembling and at a loss. Hemel didn't have to do anything. Just looking at him every once in a while made him feel weak.
This body is not Porteus' true body. He uses a very special method to synchronize his thoughts with this body. Even if Ange blows up the body, he cannot be hurt.
Nor can it attack his thoughts through his soul, causing his spirit to be damaged.
This way of synchronizing thoughts made Porteus fearless of the gods of light. He was confident that even if he attacked and killed the ascetic monk, the gods of light would not even be able to touch his shadow.
But what Porteus didn't expect was that the Insect God was actually here?
No, or rather, there was actually an insect god here, because he discovered that this insect god was not the same as the one he knew.
Whether you recognize him or not, the Insect God is the Insect God, and has higher control over his special synchronization method. In other words, the Insect God controls his body, and through a special synchronization method, controls
His body.
Porteus was about to cry. Even if all the gods of light appeared in front of him, he would not be as desperate as he is now. The insect god can defeat him.
The crying Porteous soon saw a group of people gathering around him, and a bright yellow book floated in front of him.
The Book of Gold? Porteous stretched out his hand to touch it. When he saw something golden, he reached out his hand. This is the instinct of many creatures.
The cover page of the yellow book was opened, his hand was knocked off, and with a thud it turned into a tome taller than a man, and fell to the ground.
In the open inner pages, a big brass dragon's head came closer, as if it was about to stick out from the book. In the corner of the page, there was a human wearing red star armor, holding the pages of the book and peering out.
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After sizing Porteus up a few times, Nigris' voice rang out: "You said the Insect God said hello to us, which Insect God is it? This one?"
Porteus shook his head vigorously.
"That means there is a second Insect Shinra? Haha, where did the little bug come from? Where is your headquarters? Who else is there besides you? Did you invent this insect epidemic? Your method of consciousness projection
Very special, how did you do it? Tell me quickly, or I will let the pony eat you." Nigris threatened.
Lightning, who was watching, was furious: "Who is the pony!? It's not a pony! It's a bug!"
"Okay, okay, little bug, I'll let the bug eat you." Nigris quickly changed his words. He didn't want to be scolded by lightning for a month because of such a trivial matter.
Porteous said obediently: "The insect epidemic has nothing to do with me. The projection of consciousness is carried out through the pheromones of the puppet worm. There are male and female puppet worms. If they are implanted in both bodies respectively, the consciousness can be synchronized. Our
The headquarters is in Jing…”
At this point, Porteus suddenly began to melt, and the flesh on his body dripped down like wax.
This sudden change caused Porteus to shout in horror: "Insect God Mathis, please spare my life. I was forced to do it, and I didn't want to. I...I..."
Hemel tilted his head and bared his teeth.
Boom! Porteus' body exploded in vain. This was the power of the two insect gods colliding through him, but his body obviously could not withstand this level of power.
"Uh, has it been discovered? Matis? Are there really two insect gods? Did he tell you where the headquarters is? Jing? Jing, what, the Elf Forest? If the insect's headquarters is in the forest, then what?