Chapter 731 Becoming a part of the natural disaster
Glory to my Lord!
As the spokesperson of God in the world, the interpreter of oracles, the singer of sacred music, and the sword bearer of the sword of punishment, all Anthony's actions represent Ange.
However, the strength of his spokesperson is a bit outrageous. He is a god himself, and he uses gods as his spokesperson. Only Ange has this kind of card.
Therefore, Ange is the foundation that carries all souls, and Anthony only represents Ange to perform the coming of the king and the natural disaster of the undead.
Yes, this is essentially the arrival of the King of the Golden Skeleton. The long list of words Anthony chanted is mainly to pretend, to make the process more solemn and sacred, and to produce a stronger spiritual shock. After pretending, the last sentence is released.
A natural disaster.
You say it's useful, but it's really of no use to the entire King's Arrival. You say it's useless, but it can really fool a lot of people, and it has an immeasurable effect on the spread of faith.
Just look at the twinkling expression in the human slave girl's eyes.
However, Anthony still underestimated the terrifying amount of bones and souls accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years. Both immortal gods were bent down.
Next to the Blood Pool Demon Palace is the blood pool for sacrifices. Next to the blood pool is a deep ditch, or it used to be a deep ditch. At this moment, this huge deep ditch has been covered with dry and tough bodies.
Or it's almost full of fresh carcasses.
Humans or elves were dragged to the blood pool crying and screaming, their throats were opened to let out blood, and after the blood was drained, they were pushed into the chute. The corpses slipped into the deep ditch. Because of the piled corpses, the devil called this place
For the river of corpses.
The two demon executioners cooperated in a familiar manner, processing each slave like a chicken, chatting: "I heard that the Corpse River is hundreds of thousands of years old, and I don't know how many corpses have been filled in."
"Don't you know how to count? Once every five years, sacrifice one million each time. Ten million in fifty years, twenty million in one hundred years, twenty million in one thousand years, whatever it takes in ten thousand years
?" The other demon could no longer calculate at this point. His calculation ability was good among demons, but this value was still beyond his cognition. He didn't recognize the units behind 10,000.
Picking up the slave in his hand, the devil asked: "How many years is ten thousand years?"
The slave responded excitedly: "Two billion, two billion in ten thousand years, don't kill me, sir, don't kill me, I can count, I am useful, I can count, don't kill me."
The devil nodded: "I won't kill you." Then he put him down.
The slave nodded excitedly: "Thank you, sir, thank you, sir..."
Before he finished speaking, he felt a chill on his neck. He could clearly see the blood arrows spurting out several meters away from his neck. He just stared blankly at the blood arrows flying wildly, and finally his vision went black.
The devil picked up the body, turned it upside down, shook it, dried the blood, and threw it into the chute. At the same time, he said: "I didn't do the knife, I'm just a porter."
Another demon who used the knife asked in confusion: "Have slaves who can count also been sacrificed? What a waste. Those big men have long been used to being served by slaves. How can they go out if they are all sacrificed? Can they walk?
?”
"The devil knows what the Lord is thinking. A dozen of my slaves were also handed over. Marshal Datou was executed by the Lord for even asking a question. Now no one dares to ask again." The devil complained.
"Forget it, let's not talk about this. Let's talk about this river of corpses. You also said that this river of corpses has a history of hundreds of thousands of years. Normally, corpses that are hundreds of thousands of years old have already become
It’s turned into ashes, how can it be possible to fill up the river of corpses?” asked the demon who wielded the knife.
"I don't know. Anyway, since my ancestors' ancestors' ancestors... that time, the height of the Corpse River has been increasing continuously. I heard that there is a black mist in it, protecting these corpses. The monarchs of past dynasties
We have to send people down to clear the fog, otherwise if time goes by, the fog will make the corpses move... rise... rise..."
"What's up?"
"Moving... moving, moving." The demon pointed at the corpse river, and saw that the slave whose throat they had cut just now was rolling his eyes and trying hard to climb up from the corpse river. Behind it, there were more
Many corpses crawled out of the river of corpses in a steady stream.
…
The Sacred Earth Hammer is simply an innate restraint against earth demons. Giraldo raised it with two handsome fingers, and spikes shot out from the ground, stabbing at the little angel in the air.
This kind of earth spike is a very difficult attack in Giraldo's hands. Even if it misses the target, it will explode as it approaches the target. The rubble covers a large area and requires a large range of maneuvers to avoid it.
, the consumption will be huge.
But the little angel swung the hammer and hit the spikes on the earth. Not only did it shatter the spikes under the hammer, it also exploded in a wave of explosions, shattering the spikes behind it and destroying the structure of the earth element.
, so that they cannot explode.
Swinging the hammer, the little angel rushed over and hit Giraldo with the hammer.
Giraldo punched him without showing any signs of weakness, and the ground he was standing on shattered, and his feet were embedded in the ground and connected together.
The power of the earth is not very pure for lava demons. The monuments on the earth after their death can be indestructible. Giraldo is connected to the earth and is also indestructible...
The Sacred Hammer of the Earth swung into Giraldo's fist and sent him flying away...
Seeing this, Nigris knew that the little angel couldn't lose. The six-winged archangel was a being comparable to a god, and his combat power might be stronger than non-combat gods like Libra Redemption. The only disadvantage was that he had no magical skills, but
She is protected by Ange.
And Giraldo is just a demon king. Although he is a fighting demon, he is restrained by the Holy Hammer of the Earth and is destined to lose.
Turning to look at Ange, he saw that the two immortal gods beside him had stood up straight, and the soul flames on their bodies were rising into the sky.
"How's it going? Did you hold it?" Nigris asked.
Ange shook his head: "It's too much, reduce it."
There were too many 'threads' that he could sense, and they were so dense that they almost overwhelmed the two immortal gods, so he could only give up some of them temporarily.
Moreover, he also sensed a large amount of soul energy, which was continuously flowing towards him through these lines. In other words, the King's Arrival that Ange was currently performing not only did not consume his energy, but brought him energy.
Nigris suddenly said: "You two immortal gods can't bear it. How many people have they sacrificed?"
After a pause, it asked again: "But the King's Arrival summons only ordinary corpses. There are demons everywhere here, and it is difficult to cause harm to them. Can it be useful?"
Anthony said: "No, no, no, this is not an ordinary king's arrival, but a natural disaster of the undead. You use the king's arrival to give the corpse the ability to move, and I use your power to give the corpse the ability of a natural disaster. You have never seen the undead."
A natural disaster?"
Negris shook his head. When he saw the undead creatures all over the mountains and plains, he would immediately fly to the sky, never having a chance to see them.
"Undead natural disasters, rot, plague, infection, these are the basics. The adults' abilities can also give natural disasters more changes. However, first of all, don't be scratched by the corpse, otherwise it will soon turn into a rotting corpse.
Become part of the natural disaster." Anthony said.
…
The two executioner demons were quickly attacked by the corpses. They knocked away one or two corpses, but they were still scratched by more corpses in weak areas of the skin. Soon they discovered that the wounds were gray and oozing with fluid.
and gradually spread.
"No, it's a plague! Hurry, get rid of it!" The demon was horrified. He stretched his arm and the wound immediately turned to stone. He picked up a knife and cut off the wound, temporarily eliminating the spread of the wound.
Looking at the corpses that are constantly rising up in the river of corpses, the demons are no longer as relaxed as they were at the beginning. If all the corpses in the corpse river get up, it will be enough to flood the entire Blood Pond Demonic Palace.