The warlock murmured lazily, with a rather dissatisfied tone.
"Are all of you who rebel against the party have a background in small commercials? Each one shouts slogans louder than the last."
Anzu considered himself a kind person, so he didn't bother to respond.
In his opinion, this is just the death struggle of a trapped fish. There is nothing wrong with letting the warlock take advantage of his words. At least he can die in a happy mood.
Under the protection of Anzu's spiritual power, the creatures in thousands of small nests above the rock wall were ready to move. Living corpses and blood corpses of different shapes emerged from them. The closer the nests were to the underground space.
The top, the higher the level of the zombies inside.
It is worth noting that three of the five nests closest to the top were successfully "hatched", namely a blood corpse, a fifth-level advanced tooth-shattering abomination, and a weird living corpse with four limbs on the ground and a tail like a spear.
.
Rather than saying it is a living corpse, it is more similar to some kind of beast-like form.
Thousands of high-level living corpses and bloody corpses crawled out of their lairs and hung densely on the rock wall, roaring and roaring. The scene was particularly terrifying.
As a top master in certain aspects, the Warlock could tell with just a quick glance that these living corpses were clearly not ready for "birth". They were just forced to stimulate their potential by Anzu and shorten the incubation process. Regardless of whether there was fighting or not,
They will also explode into a mass of rotten flesh within a few hours - a pretty powerful explosion.
(～￣▽￣)～
"Are you quite willing to spend a lot of money?"
Looking at other people's big scenes and big productions, and then thinking about the mount that he had pieced together and still hasn't finished, the warlock suddenly felt a little worried.
This magician is wrong. I should not say that those who rebel against the Party are poor...
The anger bar is full as soon as it is full. The warlock points his head.
"@!#%......"
He made a voice that sounded like the whisper of some ancient and evil beast. After every word he spoke, a dark golden character appeared from the void and gradually lit up.
Liu Renjun was stunned for a moment.
"Anzu..."
Anzu's shadow condensed behind Liu Renjun, and he was back to back with Liu Renjun.
"Pretending...it's all in vain!"
As a result, the warlock uncle scratched his head,
"This is so embarrassing. This warlock did something wrong. I just wanted to show off quietly..."
He hated the fact that iron cannot be turned into steel and said to Anzu and Liu Renjun,
"You can see how important it is to learn a foreign language well. You don't understand such a touching Void Demon Language, a language whose pronunciation is particularly advanced?"
“(︶︿︶)＝╭∩╮”
The warlock sighed and "erased" the dark gold runes that appeared in the void with his hand.
"Hey, I also have the translated version! Listen -
"Move your fingers, and the shadows and flames will engulf any idiot who dares to stand in your way~"
Liu Renjun couldn't hold it back and burst out laughing: No wonder your spell itself is a demonic void language that no normal person can understand!
"Destruction: The Twisting Nether."
The warlock opened his hands, and the green evil fire that seemed ready to devour everything rose into the sky in his arms.
"Boom~"
In the underground space, countless silver-white illusory veins suddenly emerged from the void, squirming like living creatures, changing positions. With Anzu's mental power, he only watched the soul body for two blinks of time.
It actually has a tendency to collapse.
The green evil fire did not touch these veins. It only flickered for a while and then dissipated without any movement.
Anzu was panting violently in shock. The moment the warlock took action, he had the urge to run away on the spot.
"What the hell is this!"
The warlock chuckled,
"Well, it's just a small way to prevent you from opening the portal and escaping. The scientific name is 'Destruction: Void Distortion'. Isn't it very impressive? But I like to call it 'No one can escape'... It's a pity that if you
As you can see, the spell failed."
"It seems that we need to change the method," the warlock muttered, "Aquamarine... is really an interesting thing..."
Liu Renjun is going crazy - we obviously caught you, but you are still thinking about how to keep us here instead of running away?
He looked up at the living and bloody corpses hanging on the rock wall.
Do you really use our inventory as a background or something! Does this guy have any brains?
emmmm...
But to be honest, physically speaking, warlocks really don’t seem to have such parts as brains...
The blood corpses and living zombies finally stopped trying, roared crazily, jumped up and down the rock wall, and pressed against the warlock overwhelmingly.
It's really "pressing", the densely packed figures are connected together, as if they are a whole.
"Pa~"
The warlock casually slapped it, whipping the largest fifth-level advanced tooth-shattering abomination into the air, turning it into a top, and stuck it on the rock wall with a loud bang.
Liu Renjun almost popped his eyes out!
"What's going on here??"
The warlock uncle rubbed his hands with great nostalgia, with a look of endless aftertaste on his face.
"The quality of the ripened food is indeed not good. The feel is much worse than the stubborn donkey during the beast tide."
The swarm of living corpses surged in, and the three levels of water were counted upwards.
The third level is the foundation, the fourth level is the main force, and the fifth level is the vanguard.
Not to mention a closed underground space, even if an evolved person encounters such a scene in the wilderness, there is little chance of escaping.
However, the warlock was like a tiger rushing into a herd of sheep, tearing open a large hole in the small tide of corpses, causing flesh and blood to fly everywhere in his path, and bones and flesh torn apart.
Liu Renjun couldn't help but retreat, and he gave up at that moment.
How to fight this? How to hit the opponent's flying dragon rider in the face?
Who would have thought that the warlock bloodline that you keep talking about is more reasonable than pure physics...
Liu Renjun had a splitting headache,
"No, no, there must be something wrong... Why has our information channel never mentioned such important information... Anzu..."
Anzu was so battered by the mental tide that the warlock had not released deliberately that he was still in a mess, and he didn't even have the strength to speak.
If there is a slight distraction, Anzu can guarantee that these zombie babies, including Liu Renjun, will be turned into a vegetative state by the mental storm in minutes.
The old warlock was bathed in the corpse's blood. He simply took off the cloak from his upper body and tied the two sleeves around his waist with a slip knot, revealing a pair of sturdy tendons with perfect proportions that were deliberately simulated by the gray mist.
"Hey, it's my favorite time again, so you're welcome, this warlock - the most effective stone skin! The most effective endurance! The most effective bravery! The most effective critical strike! The most effective magic breaking! The most effective thorn halo!
Extremely effective fear! Life-draining technique! Death coil aura! Life diversion - full power! Unconstant pain! Chaos! Ox endurance! Eagle vision! Bear power! Leopard agility! Extreme effect - disaster halo!!"
Almost at the same time, dazzling light exploded on the warlock's body, and the visual effect was overwhelming.
The eyes of the unprepared Liu Renjun and some of the living corpses were red, and tears started to flow in the blink of an eye. It felt like they were lighting a fireworks show in a space as big as a potato cellar.
Here~
The Warlock Master swelled to more than nine meters tall, with all kinds of dazzling buffs hanging around his body, dozens of coquettish halos on his feet, crackling lightning between the giant horn above his head and a thick metal belt covered with rusty runes.
Shuttle back and forth.
The raging evil fire between the giant horns burned into a billowing smoke dragon, and the choking smell of sulfur filled the cave - the guy in front of him looked like a demon who had just crawled out of the cracks of hell.
Liu Renjun was stunned. He had only two words left in his mouth.
"Fuck... trough..."
The living zombies, who had no intelligence at all, were stuck in their movements for a second or two, and fear shone in their chaotic eyes.
This was not over yet. The warlock's hand scratched his crotch, and somehow he pulled out a super huge*1 ferocious mace - the mace's body showed a series of strings that seemed to be made of
The strange runes carved with blood, and the scarlet light flickered, making each of the canine teeth on the mace, which was larger than Liu Renjun's entire body, feel like a red-hot iron.
Anzu: "..."
Liu Renjun: "..."
(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻
Why don't you just drag out an audience member and ask him who is more of a villain?
The warlock uncle uttered two words lightly,
"Slavery."
The high-level blood corpses hatched from the highest nest, and the blood-striped monsters that were as violent as Lin Chou could not easily defeat with a handy shovel were immediately burned by the evil fire until only their pale skeletons were left. Then the evil fire gradually extinguished.
Gathered in the skull's eye sockets, beating.
This blood corpse is already the warlock's younger brother from now on.
The warlock snapped his fingers,
"Sacrifice! Life Diversion-Power Drainage-Full Effect Blessing!"
My younger brother died.
"Haha, this is so refreshing~"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
How powerful is a mace that is over three meters thick and fifteen meters long in a relatively closed space?
The warlock quickly gave the answer:
In an instant, only two-thirds of the living corpses that were still huddled together were left, and the other third turned into a sticky paste that covered the ground and walls.
The shadow man Anzu stared at the warlock, his voice began to tremble,
"It's impossible...it can't be...it's all fake...an illusion...you obviously..."
He suffered a great fright.
On the contrary, Liu Renjun was doing better, at least he didn't lose his composure.
Well, in fact, Renjun's life experience can be said to be much richer than that of An Zuliu.
At least he had experienced the terror of the warlock head-on, twice.
Anzu was trembling and mumbling.
"impossible..."
“What about the effects of aquamarine?”
"How could this be so? How could this be so?!"
"how did you do that..."
Anzu almost collapsed.
Warlock is the kind of character who is used to being lonely without friends for hundreds of years——
Emmm, that's right. How can you not feel lonely if you say something to an old man about bad luck and don't give him a break for three days?
When the old warlock heard that Shadow Lao An had questions, could he still respond? Then he would have to ask for a few more dollars!
When it comes to chatting, of course you have to pay attention to the atmosphere.
The wolf-toothed club struck the ground with incredible agility against Liu Renjun's back.
When Liu Renjun was blown away by the strong wind brought by the mace, he seemed to hear a very thick and short "chirp", and then his vision went black, and he felt overwhelming pain.
When he looked back, he found that the warlock was stretching Anzu, the shadow man who had been smashed into a pile by the super huge *1 mace, into a piece, and then wrapped it back and forth on the mace several times.
Son.
What kind of saucy operation is this??
"Zizzi..."
The part of Anzu's body that was in contact with the mace seemed to have encountered a nemesis, and was corroded and emitting black smoke.
Along with Anzu's miserable howl, the warlock finally used Anzu's body to complete the all-round three-dimensional coverage of the super huge *1 mace without blind spots.
The warlock stood the mace on the ground, and the gray mist above his head turned into a satisfied ︿(￣︶￣)︿ expression, he was so happy.
"Then, as to why this is the case now, this warlock has to start from the beginning of the universe. This is a long, long, long story,~"
"..."
"Hey, your expression is not right, oh, okay, let's start with the warlock bloodline,~"
"..."
Thirty minutes later, Anzu's voice, which had been "moisturized" by the mace's big stick and was so thin that it was almost transparent, was comparable to a cuckoo crying for blood.
"Ah...sss...kill...kill me...just kill me..."
The magician was in high spirits and foaming at the mouth,
"Oh, as expected, there is no end to learning. Your rebel party has found a new way of thinking about spiritual power + semi-materialization of the soul. It is a subject worthy of exploration. It is even helpful for deducing my mount calculation formula.
Lao Tie, I’m calling you like crazy~”
Liu Renjun was squatting in a corner, not daring to move.
This was the first time since his debut that he had experienced despair, and he couldn't even think of resisting.
It's ridiculous to say that, keeping the same movements as him, squatting in the corner in the same obedient manner was the only one-third of the remaining living corpses.
The fifteen-meter-high shining mace was stuck in the center of the underground space. The ancestors of Liu Renjun's family effectively acted as the material for coating and waxing the mace. They squatted in a circle one by one on the edge of the outer rock wall, holding their heads.
There were corpses, and the old warlock sat cross-legged under a mace with full lighting effects and preached his theory while foaming at the mouth.
In short, the whole scene was a weird mess: the scene of a large-scale MLM rally.avi
The warlock uncle talked more and more vigorously - how many years has it been, how many years has it been since I chatted with so many people at the same time, Nuannuanda is not lonely at all~
Although from time to time a living corpse would quickly expand into a ball and explode, killing several of the closest friends, this did not affect the mentality of the warlock.
Look at how seriously the zombies listened. They stayed motionless during the lecture until the last second before they were blown away.
Anzu: "Kill me...let me die...let me die..."
Warlock: "I'm telling you,~"
Strangely enough, even though the "shadow" component that made up Anzu's body had been almost destroyed by the mace, Anzu became more energetic and energetic, and even screamed with much more confidence than at the beginning.
The intervals between self-destructions of zombies are getting shorter and shorter. At first, one zombie exploded every few minutes, but now the explosions have become a series.
The warlock sighed reluctantly - the audience had already begun to leave, and this very successful symposium was finally coming to an end. (To be continued)