Chapter 100 If you don’t get it, destroy it
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Wayne beat the evil god with one punch after another. Red crystals flew and the evil god's body was quickly annihilated under the corrosion of death.
It won't be long before the evil god's mind that faces death will wither away.
Wayne was extremely calm at the moment. He did not borrow the power of the Death Knight. The big eyeball in the middle of the Book of Greed looked at the smaller 'death' eyeball, dyeing his magic power into a dark and cold color.
Wayne gained tranquility in death, a calm mind and a calm body. The calm mind allowed him to maintain a high degree of sanity, and the calm body made him immune to blood magic.
Especially the latter is very important.
It cannot be said that the evil god is too weak. One look in his eyes turned the silver mage away, which shows how powerful he is.
This is only the case where part of the mind comes, attached to a weak body that is dying, and is weakened in all directions.
It can only be said that the evil god met the wrong person at the wrong time and in the wrong place.
Wayne didn't use blood magic at all. The power of death transformed himself and became a living undead, which can no longer be called a human being.
And there are no side effects, switching in one second and switching in and out freely.
Xifei was ecstatic when he saw it, and Plank was grinning from ear to ear. In any church, this is the chosen Son, the beloved son of God.
Back to the subject, the evil god was pinned to the ground and rubbed. His body was completely corroded by the breath of death, and he could only rely on blood crystals to survive.
He thought it was a 50-50 draw. He couldn't control Wayne's blood, and Wayne couldn't hurt his mind. It ended in a draw.
The essence of life between the two is not on the same level. Mortals can drive gods back to the void, but they cannot kill a god in a true sense.
The result was beyond the evil god's expectation. Wayne controlled not only the magic of death, but also the rules of death, which were enough to erase his mind.
Impossible. This kid doesn't even have the Golden Triangle. He is far away from the legendary mage. How can he be qualified to control divine power?
Is he the illegitimate son of the goddess of death?
There are always some special beings among magicians who ignore the rules, break the rules, or even redefine the rules. The evil god is extremely annoyed. In the first step of his arrival, he encounters strange things, and no one has any luck.
The blood crystals were broken several times and reorganized several times to avoid the all-pervasive invasion of death.
For his own plan, the evil god had to put down his posture: "Young magician, in front of you is a god. He can fulfill all your wishes, wealth, power, endless knowledge..."
If a person has strength, God will sit down and talk properly.
Wayne was so calm that he cherished his words like gold. Seeing that the evil god's thoughts were scattered and difficult to catch, he closed his eyes and stopped pursuing.
The evil god was overjoyed, and he knew that human desires are endless, everyone has weaknesses, and no one can resist the temptation of the devil.
Then he saw eight tentacles emerging from behind Wayne. The gray tentacles were condensed by the power of death. They would be destroyed if touched, and even his mind could not resist them.
Gan!
Don’t you have what you want?
The tentacles shuttled through the holy magic circle, intersecting and dividing, and then intersecting and dividing again. Every time they touched, part of the evil god's thinking would be erased.
The evil god was so angry that he didn't have much thought when he came to the world. If he continued like this, the plans he had prepared for many years and the several deals he had made with the Bart family would all be wiped out by death.
Especially the dragon blood, he paid a lot of money to get the information, and spent countless efforts to reshape it, saying that he was not willing to use it as a wedding dress for others.
If you don’t get it, destroy it!
No one can stop him from coming to earth!
The red crystal ball reunited and expanded to a diameter of five meters. The moment the eight tentacles completed the encirclement, it exploded into pieces.
Hundreds of red crystal poisonous snakes flew around and gnawed at the Holy Light Magic Barrier arranged by Kerr. Although most of them were crushed by the tentacles of death, some still managed to break through.
Wayne was not surprised by this. The gray mist rolled in his eyes, and he raised one arm to prop up the death barrier. The gray barrier opened, blocking all exits of the tunnel, vowing to cut off all the thoughts of the evil god.
“Jiejiejie————”
Wild laughter echoed in the gray barrier, and the pressure full of anger and destruction was rising behind Wayne. He turned around in surprise, and the magic circle that purified the dragon's blood was shaking violently.
The terrifying high temperature melted the surface into magma, and the lava flames erupted like a volcanic eruption. Wayne stepped back repeatedly, and his clothes suddenly burst into flames.
He slapped away the flames on his body, took two steps forward and grabbed Kerr's wrist. Looking at the terrifying figure slowly gathering in the flames, he frowned and walked away.
It was a blazing evil dragon, made of pure dragon blood, and resurrected under the control of blood magic. From its scales to its claws, and even its roar and dragon power, everything was lifelike.
As Wayne walked away, he stared at the dragon and saw a ball of golden dragon blood in its translucent chest.
The dragon's blood is being consumed rapidly, indicating that the evil dragon cannot maintain it for a long time, but...
The evil god's mind escaped through this gap!
"Ho ho ho————"
The evil dragon got down on all fours, folded its wings, ran rampantly and melted the surrounding rock walls, and roared towards Wayne.
With an expressionless face, Wayne held Kerr in one hand and led the dragon to play hide-and-seek in the caves extending in all directions. While stunning the dragon, he led it step by step to the abyss cliff at the end of the waterway.
"Has the evil god been eliminated?"
While going around and around, Kerr's head hit the stone wall and he woke up with stars in his eyes.
"No." Wayne said concisely and ran forward.
"Then why are you still here? Don't say you didn't notice. Go to Bart Manor quickly. The evil god is looking for Ojia. I have used some tricks to contain him for a while." Kerr urged.
But soon, he understood why Wayne left the evil god alone and kept wandering around in the sewers.
"Hohohoho——"
The evil dragon breathed flames from its mouth and chased after him. The high-temperature fire wall evaporated water vapor, burning all directions into a fiery red. When it was the closest, the fire wall had already ignited Kerr's hair.
"Quick, throw me down. His target is you, it has nothing to do with me." Kerr screamed in horror.
Snap!
Wayne knocked him unconscious with a knife. This was the worst teammate he had ever led. There was too much nonsense.
Ahead, the abyss cliffs were close in front of us, and the giant dragon behind them was already chasing them.
Wayne stopped and dissipated the gray mist in his eyes. A vertical line split open on his chest, and a tentacle stretched out and put the dark ring on his hand.
Wayne raised his finger to face the dragon. Perhaps by coincidence, the dark ring happened to be on his middle finger.
"Ho ho ho!!!"
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The roar of the evil dragon echoed in every corner of the underground river, and the two golden retrievers who were lost also vaguely heard something.
"Willie, did you hear anything?"
"Well, your stomach is growling and gurgling."
"Shut up, no."
Because the totems at the entrance were different and the blood that opened the door was different, Veronica and Willy fell into another waterway. Not only did they not find the marks left by Wayne along the way, they also lost their way miserably.
While walking, Willie felt a little hungry, so she handed the pot to Veronica.
The two came to the end of the waterway. There was a shallow beach in front of them. Veronica saw a figure kneeling on one knee with the help of her spore vision.
The figure was wearing broken armor, kneeling on one knee, with one hand on his chest, and a knight's sword stuck in front of him.
Willie raised her hand to shine out the sunlight. The knight's body had long since decayed, and his bones had turned into soil. Only the armor remained in his kneeling posture.
The armor that once shone brightly is now dull, covered with mottled rust, frayed at the edges, and even chipped in many places. Although the knight has died, his thoughts have not died. The pursuit of honor and faith is deeply imprinted in the armor and sword.
Sensing the long-lost sunlight, the knight in armor slowly stood up, drew his sword and pointed it at Veronica.
Veronica was shocked. She only had dragon blood, not a giant dragon. The brainless knight had obviously found the wrong target.
Willie was stunned for a moment, and the sunlight bloomed more intensely, covering both herself and Veronica. The knight's armor retracted its long sword, a ray of thought flickered, and she strode around the two of them and walked forward.
It sensed the breath of the evil dragon.
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Abyss cliffs.
The evil dragon chased Wayne, stepped into the trap woven by darkness, and fell off the cliff with one foot.
The rumbling underground water rolled back, extinguishing the flames and sending up boundless heat waves, consuming the dragon's blood at the dragon's heart at an extremely fast rate.
After the dragon's blood is exhausted, the evil dragon loses its energy core and its body collapses and dissipates automatically.
Wayne drowned the dragon with almost no effort.
Wayne was extremely lucky to have solved the moving natural disaster. Fortunately, the evil dragon forged from dragon blood had no brains and was not born on the surface, otherwise the consequences would be disastrous.
He could feel how terrifying the high temperature in the flames was, and he was almost catching up with the person who was in the radiation.
Wayne's face was solemn. The evil god would rather waste the dragon's blood to complete his descent. It is not just as simple as inhabiting Ojia's body. What's the use of hosting a weak maid? It is impossible for all the thoughts of the evil god to descend. The final result can only be He is a member of the madhouse.
"However, Longxin Island will also be reduced to ruins."
Wayne took a deep breath, put his five fingers into the void and pulled hard...and pulled...but didn't pull it out.
"What's going on? Where did my huge vest go?"
Wayne's eyes suddenly shrank. He lost contact with the Shadow Nightmare and was unable to transform into a death knight on Dragon Heart Island.
"Is it too far?"
"No, I can sense the shadow nightmare. It shouldn't be a matter of distance..."
Wayne closed his eyes tightly, and his mind jumped to the vision of the shadow nightmare, giving orders as the master. His eyes followed his thoughts across thousands of rivers and mountains, separated by oceans and even a world, and saw the death knight sitting on the bone throne.
To be precise, they should be undead infantrymen who lost their horses and heads.
The undead infantry captured the Shadow Nightmare. A wisp of thought stared at Wayne, and the cold and desperate aura of death rushed towards his face.
Oh my god, the master of suffering is here!
Wayne hurriedly cut off contact with Shadow Nightmare. The information provided by Yulia was wrong. The previous death knight was not missing and was always there.
His beloved horse has been practicing skills under his crotch for so long, and now he is good at riding and shooting. Doesn't it matter to the owner?
"But at this time..."
Wayne secretly thought that it was unlucky. The master of suffering would not come sooner or later, but he caught the Shadow Nightmare at the very moment when the evil god came. What should he do? Now he should catch up and apologize to the evil god?
“What bad luck!”
Wayne squirmed behind him, and six tentacles extended out, climbing all the way along the downward direction of the waterway. When encountering blocking stone walls along the way, they were directly corroded with the breath of death.
When he arrived at the shipyard reservoir, he threw away Kerr. The six tentacles behind him squirmed and turned into six pale flesh wings.
The spores adhere to the fleshy wings, and green leaves grow on them.
It doesn’t matter if you look scary. Put on makeup and turn on a filter, and your look will immediately look decent.
Wayne waved his six wings and soared into the sky. His speed was not very fast, but the air force's two points and one line were definitely faster than walking on his legs or even driving.
Such a look soaring in the sky is bound to attract passers-by to watch, and there are not a few who are reshaping their outlook on life.
Wayne can no longer control so much. It is better to reshape his outlook on life than to die. Survive first, and only then can he be qualified to consider other things.
On the ground, Kerr was blown to the corner by the storm, and the back of his head hit the wall with a bang.
I don't know how many times I hit my head today.
He raised his head in a daze, watched the six wings fluttering away, muttered something like "angel", closed his eyes and passed out again.
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Bart Manor, in the maid's room.
The white ceiling peeled off and turned into a dazzling bright red, and the inverted pentagram magic circle emerged, projecting the blood totem of hell.
A ray of red light wrapped a few strands of golden lines and crawled out of the totem. His blood-red eyes turned around, but he could not find the figure of the maid Ojia in the room.
“Jiejiejie————”
The evil god sensed the maid's position, and the strange roar stirred up a red fishy wind and rushed towards her. He ran into the Holy Light defense and screamed in anger again.
It happens again and again, every time, why is the road to success always so tortuous.
Kerr transferred the maid and gave her a cross necklace, saying that wearing it close to her body would soothe her mind and help her sleep, and help relieve sleepwalking.
He was Mr. Lundan, and he had a lot of words, so Ojia decided to believe it.
But obviously, some small tricks can't hold the evil god for long, but if Fankel is more ruthless and pushes Ojia off the cliff and falls to his death, the evil god will be fine today.
Ojia heard some noise and thought there were mosquitoes, so he waved a few times and didn't pay attention.
Suddenly, a strong feeling of sleepiness hit her. She secretly thought that the cross was not reliable at all, so she yawned and fell asleep.
After a brief stalemate, the evil god was superior and successfully broke through the Holy Light defense, entered the maid's body, and completed his descent with the help of this body.
The maid Ojia possesses the Holy Spirit physique that the church covets. The strange physique can carry more thoughts. Although it may be strong or weak, it is definitely the first choice for performing necromancy, and it is more reliable than the golden mage's ability to summon gods.
There are advantages and disadvantages, and the Holy Spirit's physique is no exception. It is easy to be possessed by evil gods and evil spirits, and even ordinary souls can be attracted, causing the owners of the Holy Spirit's physique to have constant nightmares.
Over the Bart Manor, a shadow suddenly appeared, and a red thunder snake scurried among the tragic clouds.
The thoughts of evil gods continue to descend, and their power in the human world grows rapidly.
The body of the maid Ojia slowly floated up, her eyes were scarlet, her mouth opened in a terrifying arc, she raised her arms and let out a laugh that did not belong to her.
The evil god has arrived!
He ingested a few strands of golden thread from the air and injected the last bit of dragon's blood into his body. The evil dragon's blood transformed his physical body, and his powerful thinking ensured that his physical body would not collapse due to the dragon's blood.
The maid's slender figure soared to two meters, covered with fine scales, her hands and feet turned into dragon claws, and a long tail and wings extended from her back.
On the forehead, the dragon's blood was alienated by the evil god's thoughts, and a pair of curved horns grew backwards.
"That's it, that's what I want!"
The evil god clenched his claws and felt the surging power in his body. The dragon's blood was severely lost, which was seriously inconsistent with his original plan. With this power alone, he could not realize his big plan.
Thinking of this, he set his sights on Crescent Bay, where there was an ownerless faith waiting to be harvested.
Poseidon! !
(End of this chapter)